You might be wondering why this is the second anniversary post when the first anniversary post is nowhere to be seen. That's because I posted it on that dreaded website Twitter (I will not be calling it by its other name...) and it got lost in the tides. But it's much better to post things here. Also "shouldn't the anniversary be on the 4th since that's when the final build popped up?" Of course, that makes sense, but the final update was on the 8th (the typos weren't repaired at all...). Also, the 8th is when the Queen died, so I think it's a good day to celebrate.

  Hello, dear passenger, I hope you've been keeping well. It's been such a long time... It feels like it's been much longer!

  What am I to write here... It's the second anniversary, so I should say something nice. It's difficult to think of anything. I'm actually a very serious and mean-spirited person in my own ways, so when I'm finished with a story, I don't think about it at all! I suppose I can say that I'm not sick when I look at Milky Way. That's because so many kind people have written nice things about it, it's by far my most popular story, I can't hate it because it means so much to so many people. I wrote it on a whim with the thought "oh, that would be fun!" or "that would be pretty funny" as I went, it was all pretty haphazard. I didn't even do preliminary sketches of the characters. I just went right to lining them and coloring them in and that was that. 

  I have to write something nice but it is difficult because I am in a difficult place right now and I certainly was when I first wrote the story. I was feverish and typing away like an insane person (please don't look at the code, it'll give you a migraine) out of fear for my life because something was coming over me. I didn't know what to do but I tried to think of something happy, and the happiest I've ever been was when telling a story.

  As a child I would tell my sister stories late into the night. I kept telling her stories long after it was normal to do so, right up until I moved out. I would bring in a thousand characters and she would hang onto my every word and all day long we would discuss what had happened and evening was the most exciting time between us because we could finally continue again. Every moment was spent spinning our tales. Our entire lives revolved around it. Whenever I feel that fear again, the same thought comes to me:

"I want to tell a story... I want to tell a story to everyone..."

  I am just a small creator, so I can't talk too big or I'll just sound ridiculous. Most of my games only get a few hundred plays. That still feels very crazy to me, that people can value it like that. I still get messages after all this time that I hold close to my heart.

  "This story made me cry!"

  "I love Billi so much!"

  "This game is like a warm hug..."

 If I can provide a comfort like that, I have to love it. There is no choice. I want to tell a story to everyone if possible. And I want to give everyone good endings.

  The indecisive fogface... Our beloved Billi, who speaks in incomprehensible wisdoms... Huffy, who is so friendly for having such an empty heart... Doppler, who is in desperate need of a pay raise... and Shahin, who will one day meet his stop. I made them all for you. Well, I made Vivian for myself, because cute girls can do whatever they want no matter how evil. But everyone else is yours.

  As I continue writing and drawing stories and even prepare for my first commercial project, I must remind myself to be thankful of where I started. I want to push it under the rug because of its mistakes sometimes (PLEASE don't look at the code!!) but that would be a disservice to everyone who has read it and loved it and let me know. In a time where I was pained, I wanted to tell a story. And across the milky way, you listened. Thank you very much, valued passenger. May your journey be filled with many happy encounters and your nights have twice the stars as usual.

  Farewell again. I thank you for all the good memories.