Sparky doing something random, pointless, and spammy

So, just because I haven't been on here for a while, and because why not, and because it really doesn't matter anyways, I've decided to log in and post the two newest paragraphs of the story section I am -currently- working on. Although, I do not post these sections until I am satisfied with them and I have fully gotten them written up, and I just wrote this in the last half-hour, so I figure, why not, I have self-confidence issues, let's see if other people think it's at least halfway decent too, though their opinion really doesn't matter as I've already said numerous times I don't plan on changing the story for anybody. So, here's the last two paragraphs I wrote, because why not: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Yu Dai looked like she was struggling to find words, and very confused about it, so Mai Xhao sighed and continued on. “If you’re trying to ask if I knew anybody from the Spiderwebs Ligunian Militia, officially no, but technically yes. The Spiderwebs are the worst place in all of Legacity, probably on the entirety of Passou Island. Technically, they aren’t even in Legacity, but because of where they are, it’s complicated, so we consider them a part of Legacity. Anyways, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out it’s a terrible place to grow up, and before they can walk most kids are already figuring out not to trust anybody and how to take care of themselves. Slight exaggeration, but only by a little bit. The Ligunian Militia basically didn’t interfere with the day to day of the Spiderwebs; nobody was really sure what they were doing or why they were even there. One of the officers, though, a blue-haired Liguna woman with a pixie cut, she used to bring medical supplies and food to some of the kids who were always wandering around, the ones who either didn’t have a home to go to or didn’t want to go home. Like I said earlier, even the kids were smart enough not to trust anybody, so we didn’t tell her our names, and she never told us hers. We called her Bluebell, and she just made up names for the few of us whose home situations were so bad we didn’t think there was anything that could happen to us that could make things any worse. Now that I’m older, and considering the type of work I do, I gotta say, we were freakin’ morons. “Anyways, the kids who interacted with Bluebell were basically the go-between for those who were too scared of strangers like her. She’d been working with the kids there for about four years before I was born, so, by the time I was old enough I met her the first time, she had a bad reputation, because starting six months after Bluebell first showed up the kids she met would sometimes disappear, one at a time, every four or five months. The younger ones, we didn’t think it was Bluebell; she seemed like a really nice person. We just figured it was some of the slavers in the area, black market organs dealers, sometimes even that Lamia bitch Dai Feng was talking about earlier. About a month and a half, two months before the Pheno did their raid and killed her, Bluebell, she started asking me some really strange questions. For some reason, from the moment I met her she’d always seemed to know my name, which, I wasn’t smart enough to wonder about that at the time. Looking back a few years later, I realized Bluebell was probably the one who was making all those kids disappear. I mean, Liguna are Hemovores, we were all vagrants and runaways nobody would really miss, put two and two together. My theory, Bluebell was making sure we were healthy so our blood was healthy, and the she was abducting the strays, the Ligunian Militia was feeding off them, I was next. When the Pheno eradicated the Lamia bitch’s cult, they probably found out about what the Ligunian Militia had been up to, so they had to leave, because otherwise they would’ve been killed next, probably.” Mai Xhao shrugged. “Anyways, it’s ancient history, so, food time. Let’s go.”