This is not the story proper, first edition.

ed. note: READ CHRONOLOGICALLY! THIS POST HAS SPOILERS REGARDING CHAPTER IV!

So, five posts out and we still haven’t reached farther than chapter two. Oh well, Thursday will bring the fifth one, hopefully followed by Chapter VI on Saturday. Can’t be completely certain, though; this thing seems to have a mind of its own. I most certainly did not intend, well, most of what’s happened to happen the way it did. The devil’s in the details and she can stay there and take care of it, I Know What I’m Doing.

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Oh, right! Hello everyone, including people I actually know who somehow fell pray to my traps and clicked their way here. We’re currently about 1/300th (maybe) of the way through 1001 Leagues, not including possible (read: eventual) spin-offs, background expositions and time-travel. God, I hope there won’t be time-travel.

Anyhow, I know some of you have read Chapter IV by now and have noticed that Errata acts and is not only described in present tense and, instead of being quoted, speaks through the narrative, but also isn’t a he, she or it, but rather a singular “they.” Although I love the character, I have to admit that they are a bitch to write, especially when anyone else is present and hopping between styles is required. Nevertheless, I suppose it’s just fair that I get some pain out of writing like that when you consider that everyone else reads it while trying to stay on track.

Also, concerning the end of Chapter IV, “thunder rolls ominously as storm clouds gather outside the balcony” was omitted because while it’s very fitting, I don’t want to emphasise on the fact that Errata might somehow not be wholly good. I hope it’s needless to say that they won’t be any sort of Evil Overlord Megaboss, but rather something else.

Or maybe not.

I don’t know, I just write this thing down. Blame my mind, it thinks this stuff up.

That’s it for now, methinks. Cheerio and stay tuned.