Lol, I've done it. I've brought in a Roman ex-emperor. Oh, please. Somebody shoot me because this story is going down the plumber.

I also updated my excerpts. I'm going to put one down of each chapter.
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Err, who is Samuel Clemens? The guy who wrote as Mark Twain? If so, why shouldn't I add him?

And dang, over 15000 words?! Man, I'm seriously running behind. I've just past 8500.

I also added yet another excerpt. Hmm, this story isn't going to remain pg-13 at this rate. I mean seriously, taking a video+audio phone call while under a shower? A phone call from a pervert? Well, he did bash on Emmy for a bit but you've gotta admit, the girl was asking for it.

The rest of my wardrobe selection was easy and done within just ten minutes. First, white undergarments to cover torso and thighs for warmth, then white socks with little blue ribbons at the knees and ankles. Black sandals, decorated with a blue bow on top. Blue dress, with white frills and front. A deep green belt with a really big green bow on my back and finally a pair of light pink silken gloves with frilly edges. I entered my bathroom to check myself in the mirror. The first splash of my left foot changed my mind. I made a mental note to call the plumber as soon as I had time. Geez, another brand new bathroom. Did the world think that I had money growing out of my teeth or something?! I would have to settle with having my plug project an image of myself and check it out that way. It was smaller and slightly hazy, but it did have the advantage of being in full 3-d. I gave myself a good long check-up. I was pleased to note that I was in one word, adorable. Or, in forty-six words. Danged adorable and so frillity cute you wanna give me a hug and puke all at the same time cause it just causes major sensory overload that makes your brains explode and your kidneys shrivel up in horror at the pure awesomeness of my perfect outfit.

Ya know, if I saw someone dressed like that, my kidneys would shrivel up in horror, but not because of awesomeness. This is just creepier than a fully pimped barbie doll.

I figured a shower might help just as well though so I stretched to my toes to get at the inconveniently high cabinet for some soap.

“Waah!” Next moment I knew, I was on the floor, surrounded by bits of porcelain and shards of glass. There went the sink and the mirror, again, for the second time this week.

“Wah!” Again, I went for the floor, this time because the door I’d been leaning against opened inwards.

“I tried to take the soap out of the cabinet, lost my balance, slammed my face against the mirror, shattering it, knocked down the sink and broke the plumbing.”

“Though be careful with our bathroom, you are awfully clumsy this morning.” He then added, after I’d tripped over the carpet and nearly fallen onto my face.

I felt like kicking myself for being stupid enough to tuck it into my bathrobe and I tried, which resulted in me spinning around on my left foot three times, then grabbing the showerhead and crashing to the cabinfloor.

,,It’s heat rejection. I’ve gotten a rewired neural net, switched over to self-exciting wormlines for signal transmission, recomposed bones to now be an artificial crystalline matrix, rebuilt musculature to include high-tension fibers complete with carbon igniters and finally tripled my nanitelevel to maintain all of it. Do you have any idea how hot I run? I would have a bodytemperature high enough to boil water! So running parallel with the neural net I’ve got nano-scale cooling tubes filled with some cooling-fluid produced by the tube’s walls. They go up through my hair which now functions as a big radiator. That’s also why it’s so long. More active surface for the heat transmission. On the whole, the whole thing wasn’t such a big deal. They’re only a few small changes, after all.”

Five times my annual salary, all just to turn me into some sort of superhuman hybrid. And what for? I couldn’t even walk down the stairs now without pulling off a triple somersault and landing on my behind.

I...I've given up.... i don't think it was the right timing for me....if I only could throw in Serene..but that wouldn't be right.....

You know, I no longer care. I like the setting I have, but I don't give a damn about the timelimit. Quality doesn't come from pumping out words like a triple-barrelled-triple-gatling. (That's nine barrels) I can make the fifty, if I'm willing to sacrifice my sanity and my story. And I'm not willing to do that.

So I'll just see how far I get, but I'm not going to aim for the fifty k at all. I'm aiming for a non-crap story now.

It took me a while to figure this out, but I now realize I don't respond well to being pressured into my hobbies. I like writing. I once loved Badminton, but since I got pushed into it, I came to hate it and have since then quit it a long time ago. I don't want to lose writing to the same thing.

Oh how I wish I had the time to participate! I'm just so willing to write but ......It's impossible, Maybe I will find the time to at l;east update Serene...

up to 29167 words, and something is beginning to happen. Some of characters are beginning to come alive. They're starting to write their own dialog. They are talking more. Final-freaken-lee!
Errrrr, I am the only chorrol-peep still writing their nano?