For most humans, being sent to Equestria and put into the body of a megalomaniacal centaur trapped in the depths of Tartarus would be the most bizarre thing that ever happened to them. For a certain knife-wielding mercenary, it was Tuesday.
Just finishing up the next chapter. It's a long one, 8-9k words, and it marks the start of the final arc of the story. Things are gonna get interesting. And very silly.
The third and final part of Backstabbing is still underway, but there's this one part that I've written myself into a corner over. It's cringey and contrived and bad, but I've locked myself into it and I can't think of any better ideas. I'm just going to have to push through and get it done. Sorry in advance.
Stardom's about to drop off the bottom of the New list, and I'm feeling down about it. I have to admit, a 21k word fic might be a bit of an issue for some readers. Should I, maybe, cut it into smaller chapters? Would that be kosher? I don't want it to look like I'm gaming the system.
I say, good sir, you have an excellent grip on the English language. Never before have I seen such an articulate description of one's internal mindstates. I only wish that I could possess merely one fourth of the skill you seem to have been born with.
you ded?
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Aragh?
I agree.
Uh? Oh this story still exists. That's good.
We got a live one folks.
Blargh.
Such a... Beautiful way with words.
I say, good sir, you have an excellent grip on the English language. Never before have I seen such an articulate description of one's internal mindstates. I only wish that I could possess merely one fourth of the skill you seem to have been born with.
Such pain, such beauty. My good sir, you have reached the pinochle of expression.
argh