To anyone who reads A Cold Game, I should explain. I have always known that my stories will never come to completion due to how I come up with ideas. In all of my stories I have written, I have been inspired by something I have watched or read, and begin theorising how a change at the beginning could affect the end. And to help me order my thoughts on these alternate universes, I would write.

Here lies the main issue. I cannot write fast enough to catch up with my ideas, and I soon lose interest in the whole idea I had written about. I have noticed that my writing style changes dramatically over time as I grow as a person. So I can never bring myself to continue a story I had abandoned, as I see myself as above the me who wrote that story originally and I despise the decisions I made through writing.

It's taken me a long time to realise why I lost interest in A Cold Game, as despite disliking some aspects of the story, I am generally proud of how it turned out. I would have liked it to have longer chapters and more in depth characterisations, but those would have come in time with experience.

The true reason, is that the idea did not make for a good story from the beginning. Individually, a character with the Gamer ability and/or future knowledge and a Dragon Ball Z story can work very well. But those two do not mix. DBZ is filled with large time skips and inconsequential deaths. The Gamer ability is best utilised when you can see the day to day progression, as it makes the reader feel like they are playing a game. Future knowledge is best done when the character can see how their actions have affected other and dealing with the consequences.

A Cold Game was flawed from the start, not because of my ideas, but because my ideas didn't fit in the setting. And I regret that fully. I feel a kind of self loathing whenever I think of A Cold Game, because I feel like the story could have been so much more. It's been over a year since I last updated, and in that time I have thought about picking the story back up hundreds of times. Over ten times have I tried writing another chapter, but I would be unfair to those who read my story if I update. I would only be giving false hope, as I know that a day would come where I would abandon the story once again.

I am no longer the same person who wrote A Cold Game on a whim at 11pm in bed. I am no longer the person who would release a chapter every week on a Tuesday in a stupid sense of duty. I am no longer the person who would check the story statistics three times a day, looking for validation. That person no longer exists. I may one day decide to write again, but it won't be the same author whose story you read.

Thank you for reading my story.

I am sorry.

Goodbye.