I Build Artillery Platforms Across the Heavens

The numbers aren’t good, and the story isn’t compelling enough, but that’s all right.

I’ll keep writing six thousand words a day until I finish the story in my heart.

I just might not polish it any further.

The story in my heart is a direction, a blurred silhouette, someone who never stops longing to go home.

To everyone who’s come to read, welcome, and thank you.

I promise I won’t stop updating or leave the story unfinished, for you and for myself.

You say the Zerg are invincible?

Sorry, my turrets are just a tiny bit invincible, too.

You say the Zerg blot out the sky?

My turrets will tear the heavens asunder.

You say the Zerg are as big as planets?

What a coincidence. My shells are planet-sized, too.

The myriad realms have fallen into ruin, the Zerg swarm across all worlds, and Azathoth, the blind and idiot god, toys with all living beings.

I wield turrets that have stood across the myriad heavens since time immemorial. First I’ll crush the Zerg tide, then strike down the gods and suppress every evil deity.