ToLife, Series 2, Week 1

There's a few things I should try and clarify with you guys. Over the holidays, these past six weeks, different things took over my life. A short, brief but wonderful romance. A letdown of terrible exam results. A teetering of my job on the edge. And my creativity resulting in nothing more than some witty remarks about cocktails.

But I am, slowly, getting my life back on track. Schoolwork has doubled. I like how I'm living it, without ties, without others to turn on me, and destroy trust. But still. This little series, this little bit of fun where I can just be... me! Nobody else pissing me off, nobody talking stupid without ideas running through their thick skulls...

"Sam, you're off topic love," Rena said with a smirk.

"Sorry."

Well, back to it. The update. Yes...

Rena's storyline is on hiatus, as well is pretty much anything. Except for Yamato, he's getting a new entry. I'm in a dark, angry mood. Yamato is that avatar for it. So applause for the badass killer!

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Oh c'mon, more than that!

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Better!

And also, the thing about Rena growing big tits and whatnot... my style of writing just isn't sexualised anymore. I'm not liking it, she doesn't like it... Nobody's feeling it anymore. So, instead, she'll be a regular on the ToLife show. Besides, being angsty, moody and dark with my writing is more along on where I can create detail.

'The stormy night, the rain battering against the mast, and the frequent, shaken yells of the crew battling against the icy waters of the sea were all ringing through the Captain's ears.'

To me, that sounds much more dramatic than having a girl's boobs puff up by lightning (although, if anyone could create something that'd produce similar actions, I would be first on the order list!)

"Besides," Rena said as she sat down next to me. "These are big enough as they are!" Her hands cupped her breasts, which pushed against the fabric of her shirt.

"Yes, I can see that just fine!" I said, a little too quickly, happening to have glanced down her shirt at the flesh.

She smirked at my glance, before winking at me, and then poked her tongue out. "Naughty, naughty," she sniggered, before she slumped onto my desk.

As it turns out, I've made the series a little more personal. The studio has gone, lost to a grass fire. Everyone wasn't there at the time, but we've all moved on. Least, the techies have.

Those lot went off to different studios after we decided to cancel the first series short, and I moved on to here, my room with a desk, a laptop, a big 'fuck-you' TV, Rena lounging on my bed, and me at my iPod, talking to you here and now.

Strangely enough, Rena, who despite being a character, is pretty much my actual real life best friend. She too wants big boobs. In fact... The real life Rena was my inspiration for the Hacker Rena.

Ok, that's enough blabbering, it's time for your questions! Fire away, people!