May I ask you a question that tickles me every single time I see someone bashing my story?
Why do you keep reading it?
I never claimed my story was good. I never said I was the best thing ever put to text. I have never told another person they should spend one minute reading it. And if you ask any one who talks to me, I am the first to acknowledge that it could be far better were I more skilled. I admit it is ridiculously long, and if I were a better writer it would be much shorter. If I could go back in time a year, I would have done quite a bit differently. The first 20 chapters would have been the first 10. Stable 99 might have survived. Heck, I might not have even done the marauders. There's no lack of places that the story couldn't be tightened up, but when you're writing and publishing chapter by chapter then you simply can't take the whole thing down and rewrite it to suit. Even if it would make for a better story. So let me be the first to admit that the story can be improved immensely, but that I and my editors are doing all we can. If that fails to meet your standards, I apologize.
But it still doesn't answer the question: why do you keep reading it? Really, by chapter 3 it's apparent this is not going to be a fun trip. By Chapter 6, if you haven't gotten the hint then maybe you should get a clue when she kills her home. Or maybe when Glory's wing falls off... that might be a good point to realize its only going to get ugly and bail. Or maybe by the first five pages of chapter one. This is not a happy story. It's a grim story. I make Blackjack earn her happy ending inch by inch, and I've had a lot of people ask how can she possibly keep going on after all that's happened to her. Is death her happy ending? I won't say either way. I also know that some think I don't pull off the grim, serious tone I try for. That I fall flat on my face. That's valid, but then not once did I claim to be good at writing grim-dark, drama, or fiction in general. And again we return to: why do you keep reading it?
Maybe you're striving to see me fail and fumble all the more laughably? Well, there's no lack of that, I assure you. But really, if that's your sort of amusement, you can find far more succinct portrayals of failure than my work. Really, one would think after the first two hundred thousand pages, even that would get tiresome. I'd suggest you're staying around to hope for some character development, but really, that would imply you care about the characters. But how can that be, given that you've so accurately pointed out their noisome flaws and boundless bad writing? Unless, of course, some of you really do sympathize with one character or another. I can not say.
Maybe the better question is the one you didn't ask: why do I keep writing it if I am aware of it's manifest flaws? Why don't I simply move on to trying to write better stories, give up writing all together, or simply cut to the chase, acknowledge my entire life is an utter failure, and blow my brains out? I mean really, a recursive fan fic as long as Harry Potter? One that's STILL not finished? That's failure so mock-able that really, the only step up is to check out from the world. A fic that dwells on rape, mutilation, death, and endless pony whining? It'd be more merciful to simply put me down.
But I can't. Because there are people telling me to keep going.
I know that if you have no respect for me, I can't imagine how little you think of fans of my work. But despite everything; despite the horrible writing and the ponderous length and the hazy motivations and the convoluted plots and the "Mary Sue shinji ikariness" of the characters, they still want me to keep going. They draw pictures from scenes that inspire them. They've even made musical lists to complement the chapters. Two different teams have approached making voice readings. Some incredible reader is translating it into Russian. I've had people e-mail me telling me how the story has inspired them to do better. To get over sexual traumas and abuse. Who have been moved to laughter and tears. Some of them have donated substantial amounts of money to keep me alive after I lost my job last November, keeping me from ending up on the street. All because, in spite of how horrible the story is and how lame the writer, they enjoy it.
I have no illusions of my own worth. When I die, an infinitesimal portion of the world will briefly mourn and then I'll be forgotten. Project Horizons will linger on; read by fewer and fewer with every month, until it too will be forgotten. My editors will go their own ways, and I hope that they will look back on their time and work without regret. My readers may stumble across other stories that stir up a few nostalgic feelings and there may be Project Horizons art in some deviant art account buried behind newer work. One day, even the gdocs themselves will go away, and the copies, and then it will be as if I never wrote this work. But for now, there are people who do value it. For now, there are people who want the story to go on; no matter how long and terrible it is. I've asked my readers if they wanted it wrapped up quickly; the response was overwhelmingly negative. So the story will go on. Because as long as there is one person who still wants to read it, I'll write it for them. Because it's all I can do that is of any meager, fleeting value in this world.
But you don't have to keep reading it, and you can't say anything bad about it that I don't know. If you can think of suggestions for improvement, I'd be glad to listen to them. Your insight on Rampage's motivation was valid. Why IS she still with Blackjack? Why is she still in the story? I guess when it's finished, if you care enough to keep reading to the end, you can tell me how much better the story would have been without her. But in any case, I've spoken long enough. If you don't like my story, please, find another you do like, and be happy.
Goodbye.