Spaz, or Speak Easy, is a earth pony from Stable 45. He used to be one of the few mechanics in a haphazard stable filled with careless ponies, but what if Spaz is put into a frightening world where the only problem to worry about is surviving?
I have not been on for a while... Probably should get back to re-working Odd Jobs... Since I promised to get it done a few months ago. :P
I'm going to get back to work on Odd Jobs and I'll try to get the next chapter out before the end of the month. Sorry about the delay, I don't really have an excuse for my unannounced break.
So I promised to be finished with the One Shot by the end of November. By now I've delayed the posting of this story several times over a span of a few months with honestly little progress or any idea of what the hell I was doing. I give up.
You remember what I said last blog about Madam Fate. Y'know the characterized interpretation of how everything I say or plan turns out to be examples of Murphy's Law? (Anything that could go wrong, will go wrong.) Well I called her a bitch last blog, and boy did she not like that. In simple terms: The One-Shot is going to be delayed again.
69! Views on Odd Jobs! Yeah! My maturity level is not questionable at all! Nor is my sanity!
Anyway, back to the point or whatever stupid reason I have for writing this. I want to thank anyone who reads this, you either support me, or you clicked on this blog by accident.