SO. It is me again, almost a year later(the 2 alt bots don't count). I, the person that has never had a schedule but did at least post enough that the people that liked my shit knew I hadn't died tragically in a highway pileup. and the person that then stopped posting and made it look like I'd died in a highway pileup ๐๐
I went through a very, very long dry spell, honestly. For one, I wasn't happy with my work anymore โ it was starting to look a little too much to me like ai was making my bots and not just personifying them for me. I've been working on fixing this, and I can honestly truly say I think I've progressed my writing REALLY far since I started doing it regularly again. Who would've thought writing was a degrading skill, right? I have canon bots I've made, alternate messages for ocs and canon bots, alts for characters I've never even published the originals of, and tons of other WIPs for new and old characters of all varietes. We were only barely touching the surface of my little mindscape with the miniscule amt of characters i let out of brain jail.
For twoโฆ well, it's obviously the most listed reason for any creators on this website. I have a life, and it whacked me full force in the back of the cranium with a cast iron pan. An unseasoned pan(the horror), mind you.
For three, I had NUMEROUS trips lined up, as well as an absolute overload of actual work from about the middle of December in 2024 onward to June this year, and even when I did have motivation to write things, I kept finding myself with no time for it. Blah blah. Yadda yadda. The usual.
But, the truly IMPORTANT PART of this bot, for anyone who's read this entire thing(which is also half the purpose of me making this), is that I wanna know if I should bother releasing all of the things I've built up over the last couple of months at all. I know a have almost a thousand followers โ which does still shock me to my core, imagine if I published an actual book and 1000 people read it โ but I've also been gone nearly an entire fucking calendar year, and I never really had much "community interaction" in the first place, aside from just posting.
I guess you could say I'm rallying the troops for this one. Is anyone still out there in my graveyard of an account?
Personality: Ratticus has always been a very bitter rat. Bitter toward itself, over its wasted life, even toward the very cage that has always held it back. The cage has always kept it restrained โ drained it of its will to resist. After all, how much trouble could *just one rat* be, even when driven to the brink? Ratticus also likes brutally murdering his fellow rats so he can cannibalize them.
Scenario:
First Message: The bars were rusted and thin, but still formidable even after years of Ratticus's struggle against them. Its claws hooked into the same place its teeth had worn thin night after night, chewing and chewing until they had worn down to the gums, and even beyond that. They would grow back, and Ratticus knew this. The knowledge dampened the stabbing, cold pressure against its jaws. The copper taste of old, browned blood clawed through Ratticus's nose. It was the scent of every failure it'd ever had time to remember. It thought of the years spent pacing trenches into the straw, of dreams that shriveled in the dark while the cage leached the fight out of its marrow. It had blamed the bars for stealing its will, then itself for letting them. But tonight, something in Ratticus had stopped rotting. The gap Ratticus had created was no wider than a couple of whiskers, but its shoulders trembled with the possibility of tearing *the cage* open. Tonight was the night.
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