Well, I guess it's clear I never came back.

I'm sorry for that, but life just didn't work out. I didn't get the help I needed, and besides that, life has been terrible. I'm alive, but far, far from comfortable.

It's safe to say this story... this story is over. I can't find the words anymore, and I've moved on. I know it's sad, but I don't know what to do.

If enough people ask, I'll write out the outline of what I had planned, so you can at least know how it ends. Or perhaps someone would like to be my understudy and take the story. Either way...

I'm afraid this is goodbye, Metal Overdrive. It was fun while it lasted. But unless I win the lottery, this is it. I hope this story will be fondly remembered.

The Conflicted Writer.