Hashima

“Hey, you stole my thunder!”

“It’s they, Kosuke. Remember that.”

Hey folks, long time no see. Okay, I can’t keep making excuses for myself as to why I haven’t updated this whole story. I can say that yeah, I had to make sure I passed this semester of school, and yeah I had exams which meant I had to focus. Though still it’s been far too long.

I think for now it’s safe to say don’t ever really expect a certain time for this to come out. It’ll happen when it happens. I’m greatly sorry I never stuck to a time, but I think I have the motivation to come back and write this again.

I hope some of you still have interest in this story, as I am going to hopefully get the next chapter out around New Year’s. Maybe I’ll get two out really quickly and we can call one of them a late Christmas gift?

Either way, thanks for following the development of Phantoms of the Damned.

“I’m not Hams...”

“Whatever you say, Hams.”

During my oh so graceful acrobatics stunt, I had crashed the back of my head on an iron beam.

“Hiya!” shouted what looked to be a ghost draped in black, appearing before me as I sat up.

A lone figure walked along the pier of this island… Dragging a pickax behind its almost phantom like self. It wandered back towards the apartment flats, but about midway, it had stopped. Slowly, it turned around to stare at the ocean. “You find me life… I’ll find you death... “ its cold, raspy voice creaked out. Suddenly, its grasp on the pickax becomes tighter, as it heaves it into the air. With a forceful swing, the pickax had found itself plunged into the ground.