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Richardson


I am a thousand tiny ponies operating a mobile human suit for giggles.

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  • 389 weeks
    I'm done

    I was starting work on plans to rebuild Scootamom. I had plans to do more writing. I had so many plans. All gone, now. Like tears in the rain. We're all already dead, and... I'm just so very tired, and done. Got nothing left. I'm sorry. I need to focus on surviving now in a very terrible world. I-

    21 comments · 1,660 views
  • 448 weeks
    Something worth sharing

    Somewhere out there on the distant horizon of the pony fandom, a little dot has appeared, heading this way. And, coming from that dot is the unmistakable sound of death-metal cello-dubstep.

    6 comments · 557 views
  • 449 weeks
    New Schedule (ish?)

    Okay, with a new schedule and update pattern, we can roughly look for a 6000-8000 word chapter every two weeks at present, between the current course-load, Mad Max (the game), and the arrangement of my schedule. Maybe. I hope.

    0 comments · 445 views
  • 462 weeks
    An Idea based on Today's Episode

    Okay, here's a proper idea based off of this episode:

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    10 comments · 480 views
  • 463 weeks
    Not sure what else I can say:

    So, yeah, this just happened. This just totally happened, and I am completely okay with that.




    What you shall see now is a Cellostomp of awesome proportions.

    4 comments · 426 views
Mar
15th
2015

Ninja-theft! · 11:00pm Mar 15th, 2015

"The dream-scape is a silly thing, a profound thing. An endless black desert glittering beneath an infinite night of stars. Every star is a dream somewhere in the world, or in the everlasting realms beyond our own. Every grain of sand is a dearly departed soul, basking in the eternally reflected stars above. Where what was meets what is while waiting for what is to come."

"I've seen things there; things no mortal mind could imagine or comprehend. A tall minotaur-like being, with a black and wide hat atop his head while wearing a black coat to compliment his white beard, striding beside a hooded and draped pony with a sword and scythe. White ships of the stars, graceful as they fly with a saucer just overhead and watched by strange ponies with long and extra-pointed ears. Kings pulling swords from stones, and snow queens in icy fortresses cold; time travelers on twin trails of fire, and space travelers with buckets of silvery liquified dreams; sailors of the moons, and trees of all reality. I could go on and on, I could spend every moment of our waking lives continuing to briefly describe it all and never even come close to a thousandth of what I have seen." Luna held out a hoof to Twilight over their mostly-finished dinner. "Care to join me?"


GAH! Pinkie! GET OUT OF MY LAB-OR-ATORY!

:pinkiehappy: "Oooooh, what does this button do?" :pinkiegasp:

"That posts it, don't press-" BEEP! "that.":facehoof:

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Comments ( 4 )

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Pinkie stole a segment of a future chapter and posted it under my nose. :twilightangry2:

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DO NOT STEP ON MY BOOTS!

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