It's been eighty-nine days since the Day of Darkness, and Twilight Sparkle is still on her own. Eighty-nine days since she talked to anyone other than herself. Regardless of how lonely she feels, she prefers the company of herself to the vicious "lurkers", as she calls them, roaming around outside of her library. Whatever friendly, loving creatures they were before the Day of Darkness, something changed them. Something created these insane creatures, and nothing, not even Twilight, can stop them. All Twilight can do is live — live to fight another day.
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Thought I was dead? Too bad. I'm back again.
I'm going away to Austria for two weeks. Literally leaving after I've finished this blog. I've left a story pending for approval that I hope at least one of you might like. I hate those types of blogs that only promote a story with a link, so I won't insult your intelligence and ability to navigate the website successfully when, or if, the story appears.
As a result of my holiday, I won't be able to come online at all. Feel free to comment and stuff, but I won't be able to read anything and respond until I'm back.
That just about does it.
Oh, the new story will probably be terrible, as I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things. (Nearly a year? Wow.)
Read it anyway.
54w, 6dI guess... a rant?25 comments · 251 views
I've just been thinking about stuff recently, so bear with me. Anyone feeling depressed better look away. If you're feeling marginally optimistic, carry on reading. When you read an amazing book, or any book, for that matter, do you remember the author? I mean, it's much easier to remember the book itself, or the characters therein, than the person behind it. Everyone knows the fictional character of Sherlock Holmes, but I guess a lot less people could name the creator. It's easy to say that someone like J.K. Rowling will never be forgotten because of how popular her work is nowadays, but is there an inevitable point in the future when people know Harry Potter but not his creator?
I guess the same thing could be said for everyone and everything. That doesn't make it any less depressing; I was just making a point. A couple of times, I've been referred to as 'the guy who wrote that Smarty romance fic' or 'the guy who wrote that sad but ultimately flawed fic where everyone dies', and it's only just occurred to me that that's all I'll ever be on here. Tomorrow, I could get hit by a bus or struck by lightning, and it won't make a bit of difference. I'll just go offline forever, and those reading said Smarty fic will just wonder about when the next chapter will come out. Any person here could get hit by a bus. In fact, I'm sure someone got hit by one while I was writing this blog, and look how much of an impact that made on your life, you selfish person, you. Also, don't get hit by buses, guys. That's not cool.
My point is, eventually, we will all be forgotten. You could say that bullshit about loved ones never forgetting about you, but they'll die eventually, too. Their loved ones will die, and the loved ones of those loved ones will die. History will never remember us, even if we go on to do great or evil deeds. Eventually, I'm sure, someone as evil as Hitler will be forgotten. I'll sure as shit be forgotten. I mean, I doubt anyone will remember this very blog in a matter of hours. It's all just a matter of time before we're all forgotten. How long depends on what you do with your life, but even then, it will inevitably be forgotten. So what's the point in everything? There is no point. Nice talking to you guys.
Next time on reasons to commit suicide...
No, I'm kidding. There are plenty of reasons to keep living. Do what you enjoy doing in your life, and don't give a shit when people forget about you. It's not like you'll be around when they do, so why care? It'll happen to the best and worst of us eventually, as proven by everything in history, so there's no point in thinking you'll do any better. Take that. Use that as an advantage. Some day, no one will remember the time you shat yourself at work, or the time you wrote a godawful clop fic. Even if you kill the remaining members of The Beatles, or go on a killing spree, you will be forgotten, even if it takes longer than certain people. Personally, I like that setup. It means I can focus on doing the things I love with the short time I have, rather than focus on how history will remember me. Hint: it won't. That's why I write, and why I couldn't give a damn if someone forgot me.
I'd like to leave you with a quote:
'I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.'
56w, 5dRoleplay at its finest2 comments · 156 views
[19/10/2013 23:56:53] Trial S: Nope.
[19/10/2013 23:56:57] Hueple Prose: Nup
[19/10/2013 23:57:07] Trial S: ^ I concur.
[19/10/2013 23:57:13] Hueple Prose: ^^
[19/10/2013 23:57:21] Trial S: ^^^ This guy knows what's up.
[19/10/2013 23:57:23] Hueple Prose: I'm a conker
[19/10/2013 23:57:32] Hueple Prose: Hueple Prose is a conker
[19/10/2013 23:57:32] Trial S: Smooth?
[19/10/2013 23:57:42] Trial S: Well, I'm a swimming pool.
[19/10/2013 23:57:51] Trial S: You know what conkers do in swimming pools?
[19/10/2013 23:57:55] Trial S: They drown.
[19/10/2013 23:57:58] Trial S: A horrific death.
[19/10/2013 23:57:58] Hueple Prose: They do?
[19/10/2013 23:58:02] Trial S: Indeed.
[19/10/2013 23:58:05] Hueple Prose: I was hoping I would float
[19/10/2013 23:58:15] Hueple Prose: Hang on, is there a Brainiac episode about this
[19/10/2013 23:58:21] Trial S: Many a conker has succumbed to my watery depths.
[19/10/2013 23:58:45] Trial S: Probably not.
[19/10/2013 23:58:52] Hueple Prose: damn
[19/10/2013 23:58:57] Trial S: Let's say a bowling ball fell on the conkers.
[19/10/2013 23:59:04] Trial S: From seemingly nowhere.
[19/10/2013 23:59:13] Trial S: But initially from me.
[19/10/2013 23:59:32] Trial S: Can we roleplay?
[19/10/2013 23:59:41] Hueple Prose: k
[19/10/2013 23:59:47] Trial S: You be a conker; I'll be a swimming pool.
[19/10/2013 23:59:50] Hueple Prose: I am the Conkerlord
[19/10/2013 23:59:55] Hueple Prose: God of all Conkers
[19/10/2013 23:59:59] Trial S: How do you do, Conkerlord?
[20/10/2013 00:00:03] Hueple Prose: And Conker accessories
[20/10/2013 00:00:04] Trial S: On this fine night?
[20/10/2013 00:00:10] Hueple Prose: Ohai Swimming Pool
[20/10/2013 00:00:14] Trial S: Hanging above me?
[20/10/2013 00:00:15] Tux Tux McStockholm: What is a Conker, other than the character?
[20/10/2013 00:00:17] Trial S: Haaai.
[20/10/2013 00:00:51] Hueple Prose: I like hanging above you, and I hope I can dangle here all night long
[20/10/2013 00:01:01] Trial S: Oh, that's a shame.
[20/10/2013 00:01:10] Trial S: The wind has seemingly picked up.
[20/10/2013 00:01:19] Hueple Prose: Oh, well that is unfortunate
[20/10/2013 00:01:22] Trial S: You're swinging to and fro.
[20/10/2013 00:01:36] Trial S: I hear your twig snapping.
[20/10/2013 00:01:38] Hueple Prose: It is unfortunate that I appear to be blind.
[20/10/2013 00:01:41] Hueple Prose: And deaf.
[20/10/2013 00:01:50] Trial S: I'm not deaf, fortunately.
[20/10/2013 00:01:55] Trial S: For I am a swimming pool.
[20/10/2013 00:02:00] Hueple Prose: Oh, I appear to be falling.
[20/10/2013 00:02:03] Trial S: Oh.
[20/10/2013 00:02:09] Trial S: What a frightful event.
[20/10/2013 00:02:09] Hueple Prose: Can you help me mister Pool
[20/10/2013 00:02:25] Trial S: Would you consider help being submerged in my depths?
[20/10/2013 00:02:34] Trial S: Because, by that, I am helping.
[20/10/2013 00:02:34] Hueple Prose: I thought I would float
[20/10/2013 00:02:48] Hueple Prose: Oh no! I am drowning
[20/10/2013 00:02:48] Trial S: Well, it seems you do not.
[20/10/2013 00:02:52] Trial S: Oh.
[20/10/2013 00:02:53] Hueple Prose: Welp.
[20/10/2013 00:02:57] Trial S: What is drowning?
[20/10/2013 00:03:04] Trial S: I am a swimming pool.
[20/10/2013 00:03:07] Hueple Prose: It's like helping.
[20/10/2013 00:03:14] Trial S: Ah.
[20/10/2013 00:03:23] Trial S: Then I am glad.
[20/10/2013 00:03:31] Hueple Prose: Thanks for the help, Mr Pool.
[20/10/2013 00:03:43] Trial S: No problem, Conkerlord.
[20/10/2013 00:03:58] Trial S: May my warm depths carry you softly to sleep.
[20/10/2013 00:04:01] Hueple Prose: Conkerlord cannot hear you, for he is dead.
[20/10/2013 00:04:10] Trial S: That is a shame.
[20/10/2013 00:04:16] Trial S: Who speaks in his place?
[20/10/2013 00:04:24] Hueple Prose: His attorney.
[20/10/2013 00:04:27] Trial S: Oh.
[20/10/2013 00:04:44] Trial S: Hello, Mr Conkerlord's Attorney.
[20/10/2013 00:04:51] Trial S: It appears you are also a conker.
[20/10/2013 00:04:54] Hueple Prose: Yes.
[20/10/2013 00:05:00] Trial S: Swinging to and fro above my waters.
[20/10/2013 00:05:11] Hueple Prose: Oh, the wind has picked up.
[20/10/2013 00:05:14] Trial S: Oh.
[20/10/2013 00:05:19] Trial S: What a frightful event.
[20/10/2013 00:05:30] Trial S: No matter, you shall see Mr Conkerlord soon.
[20/10/2013 00:05:32] Hueple Prose: Well, let me just sort through my papers while I dangle.
[20/10/2013 00:05:39] Trial S: You have no paper.
[20/10/2013 00:05:41] Hueple Prose: Oh no! I have no papers. Or hands.
[20/10/2013 00:05:43] Trial S: You are a conker.
[20/10/2013 00:05:52] Trial S: Fear not!
[20/10/2013 00:05:55] Hueple Prose: Oh, I appear to be falling.
[20/10/2013 00:05:56] Trial S: I shall catch you!
[20/10/2013 00:06:05] Trial S: And proceed to help.
[20/10/2013 00:06:16] Trial S: See? You can see Mr Conkerlord.
[20/10/2013 00:06:24] Hueple Prose: Ohai Mr Conkerlord.
[20/10/2013 00:06:29] Trial S: He appears to be sleeping.
[20/10/2013 00:06:37] Trial S: Rather unfortunate.
[20/10/2013 00:06:40] Hueple Prose: I am rather sleepy too.
[20/10/2013 00:06:47] Hueple Prose: Now that you mention it.
[20/10/2013 00:07:09] Trial S: Then I shall tuck you to bed with my pleasant mixture of hydrogen and oxygen particles.
[20/10/2013 00:07:18] Hueple Prose: Oh, how delightf-
[20/10/2013 00:07:36] Trial S: It appears I am alone.
[20/10/2013 00:07:40] Trial S: Oh, woe is me.
[20/10/2013 00:07:41] Hueple Prose: Conkerlord's Attorney appears to be dead.
[20/10/2013 00:08:01] Trial S: Is this Conkerlord's Attorney's Attorney?
[20/10/2013 00:08:05] Hueple Prose: No.
[20/10/2013 00:08:09] Hueple Prose: I am a leaf.
[20/10/2013 00:08:13] Trial S: His faithful ally?
[20/10/2013 00:08:16] Trial S: Oh.
[20/10/2013 00:08:20] Trial S: Fuck you, floaty bastard.
[20/10/2013 00:08:47] Hueple Prose: Leaf cannot hear you, for he is floating away on the wind to the Leaf Lands.
[20/10/2013 00:09:04] Trial S: Fuck you, flying bastard!
[20/10/2013 00:09:27] Tux Tux McStockholm: What is going on?
Totally didn't steal this from Prose.
62w, 6dNew Story and Shizzle0 comments · 137 views