The Eight Immortals! Page Eleven!
"It goes up to 11, you see, it's one more than 10."
We move onto the General's story.
Madness with the scedule will ease in a day or two, so more comments then-
Matt, back from the doghouse has calmed down a bit-
"Dig the prose—“fortress of blood,” “pillaging pirates,” “beleaguered denizens,” come on, I deserve some credit for the cajones. Dude, the chick on the bottom is too skinny, Mongols like ‘em meaty.
Immortals was written in a mindless blur of unabashed creativity. I just kept writing until I ran out of space. Reading it back now I regret nothing. Yes, it’s self-indulgent, verbose, and dated, but it works, dammit, it WORKS. It’s sincere, unapologetic, and contains not the slightest hint of irony. I will defend it to the death and beyond, just look at my tombstone. "