Super Trampoline sat on the couch in the guest bedroom of his aunts, since his living situation once again fell through, procrastinating on various things. Suddenly he had an idea: Say, old chap, do you think you could update a single story once a day for 365 days? And if you could would this not be a great story to do it with? And hey, where I live currently in a suburb of Applewood, there are still 22 minutes until midnight so it is still the first of the year so I do say, I believe this is a start of a new chapter for this story pulling can I update it every day for 365 years? Oops I mean days. Unless transponyism really gets its act together or I become a magical alicorn princess I don't think I'll be updating this story for 365 years straight. Even I am not that devoted.
So yeah, Here's to the best year for the worst story on FimFiction. Cheer's mates!
~Super Trampoline