My head's spinning...and I'm officially crazy

So, I was surfing the Nanowrimo forums as usual, doing nothing in paticular when I cam across a thread on worldbuiling. 'Oh, how nice' I though, and entered it, looked around, and came out dazed, confused, frustrated, feeling insignificant and buzzing with plotbunnies. Wanna know why?

Well, someone who is a lot smarter than me actually wrote a post on how big the population has to be to survie, the economies, political factions andandandand...
It killed my brain with it's complexity. Then, I realize that my City in the Desert (aptly named D.C. after Desert City -.-) needs to be near my trading City so it could survive on imports and exports. So I gave them a big river to get goods over, but that cut off Salir (my Capital) from Skyris, andandand... So I made a new Map.

Then I realize that I didn't know how many people I have, nor how many square km Spa'ero has (yes, I renamed my Continent in the same day *shifty eyes*) and so I did some math, then I realized that my trade routes didn't work either, and then suddenly I realizes that Spa'ero if off the coast of California.

It's just invisible.

So, in an attempt to bring myself back sown to earth, I surfed a different Forum and signed up for the '10k in a weekend' challenge.

Damm, I must be sometype of closet Masochist.

Then, I wrote a small bit from the POV of one of my minor characters that shall never enter the book. It's under the emotion 'Hate' and from Lilith, a dark Elf with Sadomasochistic tendencies and who just lost her twin sister the my 2nd protagonist.




Hate, Lilith

There were black dots in her vision. Her head felt light. The room was actually starting to spin slightly, and her head was devoid of thought.
She took a deep breath. At once, the spinning stopped, the noises came rushing back, the blood on the floor -her sisters’ blood- was back, red and still warm, scattered across the room. The dark, damp dungeon where her sister was. Where her sister was dead.

The brat had long since fled, leaving the door open for the world to see through. Jane -her beloved sister- was on the floor, eyes glassy and face still fixed into a dark grin, blood splattered over her thin face. Lilith idly realized that she was on the floor, bare knees starting the itch from the stones digging into them.

Her throat was tight, and her hands -hands that would kill- were clenched tightly, elongated claws easily digging entire centimeters into her hands. She felt empty, the warmth, and presence in the back of her mind absent.

Jane's grin and blood splattered face burned itself into her mind’s eye.

Nearby, she dimly heard snickering. Alexander walked past her, almost sashaying, grinning widely as he ignored her twin and eyed to doorway. "I admit, I didn't expect that type of skill from our little prisoner." He commented as if he was talking about the weather.

Stepping over Jane's still warm corpse, he lifted her much taller form awkwardly to her feet. He shrugged. "It's a shame, I suppose, that Jane's dead...she was always so fun to tease."

Lilith was surprised on how much it hurt to hear it. Her sister was dead. Gone from the world. Murdered.

By that snotty, tortured little brat. Oh, she could imagine that annoying kid begging for his life, eyes wide and fearful as she ripped him to pieces, his brown skin stained with blood...
Her body seemed the thrum with new energy, her blood colder and faster. Alexander's chattering was unimportant. Azrael was unimportant. This war was unimportant. The other oppressed dark Elves were unimportant, and the imprisoned demons could rot in hell for all she cared.

Sebastias Venificus was going to die.



Ha.Ha.Ha.

I'm going to drink some coffee now.

-HC