Bob The Builder, can we fix it?
Bob The Builder, NO! IT'S FUCKED!

That's right. I spent another three hours looking at fifteen words and still got nothing. I can think of ways to end it, but I can't think of ways to get there without it being…stupid. So from now on, 100 is cancelled. I might revive it in a few months if I manage to remember what I wrote down all that long time ago. I really fucking hate doing this. It's the third book I've cancelled. But what makes this even worse, It wasn't even half finished from the original plan. Much more was meant to happen. So…until that time where I get struck by lightening and remember what was meant to happen, I officially close the window on this bastard and focus once more on War's Heart.

Reaper