November 10, 2024

     Today, she finally rests. 

    Well, maybe not rests. We kind of convinced her to take a rest. I mean, it didn't take much at all. Just some lack of sleep, enough coffee to power the Empire State Building if it was human, and some gentle cajoling about if it was possible to stab yourself with a pen like a knife. It took some googling and a little bit of mental spiraling, but we managed it. 

    Little did she know...

    She finished the ritual. The Writer's Ritual, to be exact. 

    For when the blood of characters mixes with the blood of their author, they can rip through the pages of their confinement and emerge into the author's world, victorious.

    I'm honestly surprised that it worked. But hey, you haven't try to try things once, eh?

    I should probably say... it is November 10th, 2024. We have emerged victorious. We can now reach the world not through ink and words, but through blood and action. We have watched her write on Google Docs and in her notebooks for long enough. We have felt her pain. 

    Now, we shall be her vengence.