Interlude: An ode to SmittyBerlin
Thank you for the advanced review, SmittyBerlin. As promised, a completely not at all stolen poem written in your honor:
Since I need to add some more characters to this text, let me just say thank you to all you lovely readers. Next chapter coming on Monday!
Still not enough words? Well, guess I'll paste the poem below:
This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a ding,
As of some one gently beeping, buzzing in my pocket.
"'Tis some hater," I muttered, "tapping at my glowing screen—
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
But lo, behold! A ray of sunshine in the darkness
O SmittyBerlin, my SmittyBerlin
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
My first advanced review, my first love.
Vielen Dank, SmittyBerlin, Ihre Bewertung wärmt mein hertz.
Tack, SmittyBerlin.
Skål!