Survivor: Definitely Not Minecraft

Hey Homies!

First of all, thank you all so much for coming with me on this journey. Survivor has been going for over a year now, and the rewrite has taken me, I don't know, five months? I can't even remember when I started it. I've finally gotten to the point where I think everything syncs up. There were a LOT of changes from the original, and that led to a myriad of continuity issues to fix even as I got past the point that needed a total redo. As you continue reading, please feel free to point out anything that stands out to you as being inconsistent because I'm sure I missed things.

The story has changed shape several times, and I one day hope to publish it for real. The last chapter marks the end of what would be book 3, and we are now heading into book 4. (Though if it does become a book, I'll have to add some material to catch people up because the next chapter would be too jarring as the opening of a book.) I have a pretty good idea of where the story will end, though I'm not sure yet how I'm going to get there. lol

Of course, if you feel like leaving a rating or review, I appreciate the support. If not, that's okay too. I'm so happy to see so many people reading and enjoying the story. I've written a lot of books over the years, most of them better left unseen, and this is the most eyes I've ever gotten on my work.

I took all this out of my bio because I felt like it was TMI, but if you've read this far, I feel like you deserve an explanation for how dang wierd this whole thing is. Survivor is a long daydream for me. I'm bipolar AF, and I robbed banks as a teenager, then spent 13 years in prison. The government put me on pills to chill me out. My first job getting out was at Subway, and sometimes, being eaten by a space zombie would have felt like a better option. There's a reason the MC is named Will. lol

Thank you again. I'd share some zombie meat with you anytime. It's really not bad if you don't chew.