Flicking his long, hairy legs irritably, Eddie popped his neck, then frowned. He could pop his neck? He didn't have any bones - how did that work? He decided to leave it as a side-effect of the strange board's power and left it at that. Today I write chapter fourteen! I've been waiting for chapter fourteen!

  Rubbing his legs together, Eddie rapidly typed his password to login to RoyalRoad... and was sent a message. Frowning, he opened it.

  Dear B35T_sp1d3r_ev4, your account has been reported several times due to symptoms of nausea, stomach pain, headaches, and in extreme cases, death. As a result, the team here at RR has decided to delete your fiction, and your account. We recommend we hold off on writing, and leave it to the doctors who found this website because of your insane and raving victims. Have a nice day!

  This novel's true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.

  Eddie frowned irritably. How dare they delete his - wait, death? He'd killed someone?

  A blue board flickered into existence.

  ...whoops.