In a wasteland of ice and ash, a nameless man tries to find himself. With the help of a team of eight ponies, he might just accomplish that goal. However, in this wasteland, nothing is certain.
Yeah, I'm more or less Undead at this point. I'm back, then I'm not, yada yada. I'd be surprised if there was anyone still here from the beginning. If they are, I'm most likely a small surprise that make them go like "Huh? That asshole is still alive?" whenever I pop up in their feed.
So, I've more or less decided that I'll be working on different stories at my leisure. This pretty much means I'm going to be expanding out to other stories, and not solely working on my main stories. If anyone read my last blog post, they'll be pretty familiar with my writing process. It basically consists of a lot of thinking, burning myself out on an idea, then not writing for months.
A lot of my ideas are directly inspired by the music I listen to so thankfully I just have to find a good song to listen to and BAM, there it is. Sometimes random ideas just also pop into my head out of nowhere.
A lot of my ideas are directly inspired by the music I listen to so thankfully I just have to find a good song to listen to and BAM, there it is. Sometimes random ideas just also pop into my head out of nowhere.
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Same with me.
That was hailarous!
Don't feel bad this happens to just about everyone.
I am the same in that pic. So much in fact that it's not even funny anymore...
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Same!