Nanowrimo

[Proto Man]

Day 11.

All is dark. Par has slipped from my fingers for the last 72 hours. The crush of 'irl' and its heaps of poorly done biology assignments weighs heavily on my soul. My companions have drifted into darkness, and I know not where they are. They have my prayers as I continue to fumble onward toward the final destination. I trust in their fortitude and vigilance.

I will reach the light again or burn out in a glorious super nova.

35,600 to go