The last update I made ended on ‘Here’s to a better 2026’.
Boy was I WRONG.
Unfortunately, this is going to be a relatively short update, which is very depressing for me, but this is the position I find myself in on July 3rd, 2026.
This year has been pretty bad for me. I’ve been struggling with a resurgence of depression and anxiety, and I’ve had multiple health scares, one of which I’m kind of in the middle of. That being said, I’m not dying nor do I have any new huge, obvious problem. (As far as I know.) This year has, for the most part, been a litany of obstacles, mostly minor, a few larger, and this has really gotten in the way of my job, which has left basically no time (or, far more accurately, energy) for my fan fictions.
To anyone reading this, to anyone still here, I salute you, genuinely, and apologize greatly. I have been a really shitty content creator, and unfortunately it’s looking like that isn’t going to change nearly as much as I’d like for the rest of the year.
That being said…
I do have more for The DOOM Chronicles. At last. I have to admit, I’m pretty unhappy about the fact that literally ten years in I’ve only gotten through DOOM ][. But it is what it is, I guess.
EPISODE FOUR: THE MARINES OF OMEGA SQUAD has officially begun.
Hopefully, I can do an at least okay job of updating it. I’m still kind of going through it, so it’s a shaky prospect. But I am feeling it. I’m looking forward to this one, and that’s a good feeling.
With regards to my other fan fictions…
STARCRAFT - SURVIVAL: I feel equally shitty about not updating this. (And The Callisto Protocol, too.) I still want to write this, but it’s definitely fallen into a rut. At some point, I am going to pick this back up and keep going. I have a lot of ideas. Which I think is contributing to the problem. There’s still so much to go, and that’s very daunting when I’m already so far behind. But it’s still going. That being said, I’m going to put it on hiatus and focus my efforts on The DOOM Chronicles.
THE CALLISTO PROTOCOL: Essentially the same story here.
Sorry I don’t have more, but I hate all the empty promises I’ve made so far, and I want to reduce them as much as I can. I’m still reaching for that equilibrium in my life, that point where I’ll finally be caught up, and I’m healthier, physically and mentally and emotionally, and I’m not spending too much of my time in a swamp of depression and anxiety and ADHD haze that makes it fucking impossible to write and deal with a deteriorating world around me. (That adaptation to the ADHD I was hoping for has gone somewhat awry, but I’m working on wrangling it back under control.)
That’s about it, unfortunately.
If you’re still reading this (and don’t hate me), again, thank you. A lot.
Wish me luck.
-Obsidian