When I came back to BG after being gone for 9 week I fully intended to jump back in at full force, take Levi to prestige, put Las Noches back together, and all that good stuff. I fully intended to carry out every plan and plot that I made with everyone, finish every thread and make something of it. I swear I did.
But nothing makes you think about what you want to do with your life quite like losing your job. Well, except maybe a near death experience, but I'll stick with what I've got. My dream is to be a novelist. It has been for years but I always had some excuse. I didn't have time, I'm not good enough yet, I need more practice, etc. you know how it is. But over these last couple of weeks I've realized that if I am ever going to make that dream come true I have to dive into it. I have to put the excuses aside, sit down, and write a book. And I've decided that I'm going to do it. But I don't think I can do that and write for BG at the same time. Not without failing at both. So I'm leaving. Effective immediately. I guess some random shinigami tracked Levi down and purified him.
I am honestly sorry to all the people this inconveniences. Like I said, when I planned threads with everyone I fully intended to make them happen. Thank you all for the time I've had here, and for the practice it's given me. I am honestly going to miss this.
"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!"
Take your time, Phoenix will just have to wait to get a satisfying long term romance, then again, flirting with anything is fine for now. And if you ever need an eye for criticism/review/sound board, I'm around.
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.