Alas, after a week of excessive toil and literary engagement, we have ourselves another mountain of--wait, only 15,403 words? WTF... did Kevin Nashbook this?
I'll pretend that this week's chapter reflects that I listen to readers. I like to think that I'm a good guy. I put the toilet seat down, even though I'm currently married to Team Fortress Two. (Minecraft is just a kitchen door mistress)
Let me tell you something about Background Pony. And I'll hurl all sorts of primate feces at the first person who insists that I'm cutting myself down. The fact is, I started this dayum thing without thinking ahead. The idea of the story is always simple... at first. Eventually, as with everything I have ever written ever, things balloon into superfluous atrocities. I've come to accept this as perfectly natural. The chapters of my epics begun tiny and insignificant, and then mushroom forth into horrifically large repositories of text. This is a wyrd thing, considering that I usually get through with all of my showing off in the initial quarter of the entire product. It would seem that as a piece of fanfiction gets more complicated, I have to attach more weight to it. That's why the last chapters turned out to be so John Goodmanish... or at least that's what I'm standing by.
I also tend to start stuff out without realizing what sort of epic scope I should have equipped myself with from the beginning. This results in my fucking up the timeline of Background Pony, because I never once thought that the chronological order of events would become supremely important. What's more, I'm too dayum lazy to go back and fix it until some marsupial TELLs me.
So, read this story. Enjoy this story. Take off your britches and make love to this story. But as soon as you see the signs of textual chlamydia, tell your doctor immediately... in that doctor is me... and in that it's not chlamydia, but typos or syntactical errors or logic gaps... or herpes. Whatever.
There's a part of me that lurves you all, that makes me let Undertaker toss me off the top of the cage, only instead of a Spanish Announce Table I'm crashing through it's a word processor. I wanna impress you guys, but I'd hate to look at the reruns on ESPN and think "godDAYUM did that look ugly on me at the time... before all the teeth and blood came out of my grin."
Anyways, enjoy The Firmaments. Next week's chapter is going to be the worst installment of Background Pony yet. I'm not kidding.
Goddammit, at this rate I'm going to have to make my own WWE!Pony pictures. X_X