Wait. Wait no, scratch that. Looks like he still wrote most of this, but his typical brand of horseshit is functioning as the glue between the chaotic and crude emissions from Jollacrity's stupid army. And for some reason he insists on reminding you of this with a weird array of meta shenanigans which appear to spiral deeper and deeper into a form of madness as this tale progresses. God you hate him. Everything bad everyone says about him MUST be true, you just know it. Your unpleasant emotions have infallibly deduced it.
To distract yourself from thoughts about your least favorite author, you skip ahead further.