Pretext Stories

Nestled deep in the scrap yards engulfing the decrepit planet, Umolis, lies a bustling, fully automated city known only to its residents as The Capital. Thrust into this baffling society the moment he was created, television-headed Naithan is forced to adapt to a completely foreign world under the impression that it is one of absolute freedom as he is slowly dragged into its dark inner workings. ~Author's Note: ~ This is the first entry of the Naithaniel series which is supposed to serve as a sort of prologue and is actually the only part I have never written a draft for. So, as expected for me working backwards in the story, this particular section will take a lot longer to upload/update (my apologies!). In the meantime, consider following me on insta for artwork regarding the story and just stuff I do for fun. Thanks my dudes. 🤟 ~{ https://www.instagram.com/_.astro.egg._/?hl=en }

Jeremiah 2:10-11 Has it ever been heard that a nation has changed it's gods, even though they are not gods. Friends for 6months since April 2011 i have kept silent hoping against hope that i can and will forever shut up. How can I! I will speak in favor of my God. Let up your head all you gates