The bad news is... I lost my job. If you've read my recent vent thread post, apparently that's enough to lose your job as a teacher. Or at least, that's what the superintendent told me, but I'm not getting into that right now.
The point is; I can write again! At least until further notice. Still trying to figure out the next step and all that.
So, what did I miss?
"Hi, I'm a stone cold son of a b**** who kidnaps innocent young women and give zero damns for whatever any of your concerns are!"
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.