Hey, Chaos here.The plan was to post a new chapter for Tank today, but like always, the universe had different plans. More below.So, during my break, I had a lot of time to think about my books (mostly Tank). When I began this project, it was only meant to be an experiment, something fun to write and test how I do outside post-apo setting. Then, depending on how it performed in the first book, I would decide if I want to continue it.Now, overall I think that Tank didn't perform bad. If anything, it did well for a fun project.Unfortunately, like you all already know, I wrote this book when my mental health wasn't the greatest. I allowed flame and criticism to get to me and completely destroy the fun I had in this project. Subconsciously, I began changing things in later chapters, moving away from what I wanted to write.The result is the current version of Tank, something that is mine but really isn't. There are still plenty of parts that I like, but now that I look at all the other stuff, I simply can't find it in myself to care.I fucked up with this book. I can admit that. Despite writing for over 5 years now, I have let the vocal minority influence my choices. Lessons learned. Next time, I'm not publishing anything until the entire book 1 is done.Now, despite all of those things, my plan was still to finish book 1 for you guys. I woke up today, sat down, made some notes for the future, and began to write the chapter for Patreon. I even almost finished it, and then my fucking power went out.It happens sometimes, and I have never had a problem with this. My stuff always saved anyway.Well, not this time. Power returned 2 minutes later, and the entire chapter and notes were gone. I did my best to recover it, but everything I tried failed. Worse, power went out again a couple of minutes later, and it still hasn't come back up.That was pretty much my final (...)