I have something important to say to all of you tonight, something so profound that it will shake the very foundation of your souls. And no, I will not beat around the bush with it, or bore you with it. I will say it bluntly and in an exteremely immature fasion. All the same, it will shock, amaze, awe, and astound you, my faithful readers.

I. FUCKING. WIN.

It’s that simple. I fucking win. I have surpassed the fifty thousand word mark, and I will be forever immortalized as somebody who won NaNoWriMo by the internet archive sites, such as the Way Back machine and the Google Cache.

Because, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, normals and teeps: Mind War is at 50,020 words. And damnit, that feels good, especially after last year’s pitiful 28k-day-17 dropout. I now realize how close I was to finishing last year, but I let that slip away. And thank god I did not let it put me off trying NaNo again.

Now, the question that is on all of your minds (no, not ‘is this fucking loon on crack?’ you wiseass, the other question): Is Mind War over? Is it done? Can I print it knowing that Owl will not be adding anymore?

The answer to that is simple: No. It is not done. While I may have won the NaNo, I have yet to win the war. For this evening, yes, I have finished my work. But for the month? Nay! It is only day 13, and there is are still lives that must be taken, prophecies that must come to pass, and destinies amongst the stars to fufill.

But, ladies and gentlemen, I have won a tremendious victory this year. I now know that 50,000 words is an attainable goal in under three weeks.

And oh boy, I can’t wait until next year.

Mind War, at a victorious 50,020 words.