Okay. I’m done. It took me way too long to finish, but with a little help from the Doolies (okay, a lot of help from the Doolies: she found the plot for the second half), I managed to tear off an ending and post The Killton Academy for the Insane.

Mark one for the good guys in our game of Ping Pong, Chuck. I’ll hold off sending the ball back over the net to our illustrious story scribbler. I need to find an equally entertaining topic (remember, for me, Chuck chose: “An insane man escapes from an asylum, walks into a (insert workplace here) and is mistaken for a new hire who is supposed to start that day.”).

Expect fireworks and emotional despair sometime this week, probably when you least suspect it.

Update: I mailed Chuck my return serve: "Protag. creates the ultimate power in the galaxy, but can't figure out what to do with it." It makes me giddy imagining the look on his face when he reads it.