(This is a fanfiction based on the Black Souls series.) Playwright Lord: “Why?! We’re both writers, so why can you, you useless jailbird Green, rewrite the ending for the better in this sandbox? I refuse to accept this!” Jailbird Green: “What are you yelling about? A creator as dark and malicious as you doesn’t deserve to be called a writer! Take this, my Cold Moon White Fox strike!”
Can the curse bestowed by Mary Sue really not be rewritten?
Can the shackles imposed by the Outer Gods and the Rulers really not be escaped?
I, Jailbird Green, refuse to accept that!
(This work draws on the stories of BS1, BS2, and the extra DLC for BS2. It tells of the real-world writer Green resisting the Rulers and Outer Gods in different sandboxes and saving his companions.)
Readers who aren’t familiar with the story should first check out the BS series of games. I’m a new writer and update slowly, so please don’t flame me if this isn’t to your taste. Thanks, everyone. (There’s also love for insects on TV ✪ω✪)
