A story of competition, friendship, rivalry and love. Rainbow Dash is thrown into the Market Harvest; a farming competition in which she aids Applejack and the Sweet Apple Acres team. Sacrificing some of her own time, Rainbow Dash does her best to support her friend in her time of need as a living model for the Sweet Apple Acres advertisement campaign: The Apple Spectrum!
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Dragon's Notebook: Scaled Tower's first chapter may be posted tonight, definitely tomorrow. Hurrah for more psychological pain.
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The rewrite of one of my most popular stories is almost set to begin production. Just need to start chapter 1.
New Short Description:
An accident prompts Spike to do the unthinkable and claim lives in order to protect the one he loves from danger... before his protective instincts involve his friends.
New Long Description:
People hurt themselves and in turn they learn from their mistakes. To Spike, Rarity seems insistent to keep learning from the same mistakes. An accident claims the life of a public figure and known only to Spike, he is to blame. This rattles his mind until he makes a resolution to protect Rarity... and his friends from themselves and the ponies who wish to harm them.
The only question plaguing Spike's mind is: How will this end?
Rewrite of the Dragon's Notebook, crossover of Death Note.
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I WENT TO MY FIRST CONVENTION AND MY BEST FAGGOT EZRIENEL BOUGHT ME A GREEN, SPIKEY WIG.
PEACE OUT HOMIES.
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STORY TIME PART 2:
I almost died last night. Twice.
So I wake up at 1 am and really, really, REALLY want a Junior Chicken. Or just something with chicken; McDonalds was just the first suggestion Geoff Twist and Jon, and Danielle Toth also wanted beer. So being me, I instantly search for a 24 hour liquor store and find one that closes at 2 am, just down the block from a 24 hour McDonalds. 30 minute bike ride so I gear up and hop on my bike and depart. It's such a swell night, cool breeze, lovely night life in the city. Five to ten minutes later I arrive at a bridge and cross it as it means I've found my turning point. I proceed further ahead, ignoring the streets that may as well be called "Murder Ave." and pedal on forward.
In a little while I wind up seeing the Westmount Centre, my destination and just as I pedal towards the sidewalk, some guys jump out of the bushes to scare me, I guess. I twist the handlebars to the side and instead of gliding onto the sidewalk from the ramp I slam into the curb and hit someone's foot, I suppose. Because he immediately turned into Gary Busey and flipped his shit, crying like a little bitch about his fucking toe or something. All five draw knives and I'm immediately like "oshit im gonna die lol" and I immediately start sprinting with the Furious Five hot on my ass like America and Oil.
Continuing around the block, I manage to ignore the constant "Fuck you, nigga" that the hooligans continued to spit into the air and manage to get back to my bike that nobody in the Heist Squad decided to keep watch of. I hop on it and pedal forward once more, arriving at Westmount in one piece, well away from the League of Super Evil.
I arrived at the Liquor Depot at 1:50, just shortly before closing and purchased the Coors Light, no problemo. Just a minute away was the McDonalds where I ordered three Junior Chicken's, a 6-pc Chicken McNugget and two large Fry. Ten minutes later, I have my food and I departed the McDonalds, ready to return home. I leave Westmount and immediately regret taking the same route back.
The reason being is that the Furious Five had apparently spent half an hour level-grinding because they had gained the ability to summon bicycles of their own. Feeling my inner Joseph Gordon-Levitt kick in, I immediately booked it like it was Premium Rush and Agent Monday was hot on my ass. All the way back to the bridge on St. Albert Trail, rather than cross like a reasonable person I curved to the right and went down the off-ramp onto the highway. Once I cleared rail, I took a sharp left through traffic, barely missing a truck from behind as well as a semi. Getting to the barrier in the centre, I threw my bike over the rail, still on an adrenaline high. Like Jason Statham himself, I began biking against traffic in the centre of the lane until the intersection where I curved to the left, barely missing another car and my adrenaline high died off. Just in time too because it was a clear four minutes home, no Furious Five in sight and warm McDonalds, sweating up my back like a high school locker room.
I totally fucking earned my Junior Chicken and I don't give a shit what any of you say.
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So I go to leave home so I can do my orientation at Red Robin. Leave, get on right bus, get off at right stop. Here's where things get fun. I was told that I can take the 2 down to the university bus stop and walk the two blocks to Red Robin. My phone also says "take the 2" because apparently it's a "20 minute ride". I get on the 2 and then the adventure begins.
Half an hour later, when I'm in the middle of fucking Chinatown do I realize I boarded the wrong bus... and I'm twice the length away from work than I am home. It only took some like shanghai buildings and a shitton of Chinese restaurants to clue me in. Asking the bus driver what the shit, he tells me that it's the "right bus, wrong direction". I wound up in Clairview, Edmonton.
The driver then tells me to take the train; be at my destination in 10 minutes. I agree, board the train right there. Nervous as fuck as 9 am had passed henceforth I missed the start of my orientation at work. Phone resetting and not working, asking ol' Danielle Toth for help was goddamn impossible so I kept trying as the train took me downtown: I saw the stadium; I saw industrial buildings; I saw other trains.
Eventually, I wound up at Central Station and this would be the point in the film where the main protagonist can't handle the shit and we have the quiet drama scene. Not me. I immediately broke down when the trains had left and the civilians cleared the area leaving me alone on the platform. I fell to the ground, repeatedly slamming my finger on the button to call for information and I'm sitting there, hoping I'll be alone and have quick help. HAHA NOPE the speakers blare out "HI PRESS 1 IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO..." and I'm sitting there going "oh shit there is no numpad". It finally tells me to wait to speak to a live representative and starts blaring elevator music; just as two trains and a metric fuckton of civilians converge on me like a swarm of locusts. All of a sudden, "HI HOW MAY I HELP YOU?" blares out of the speakers and I'm pressed right against the directory, whispering into the mic, "I don't know where I am". "What?" she asks, my soothing, sultry tone (not really) too low. After five more tries, I finally burst out crying, "I NEED HELP BECAUSE I'M LOST AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO" as about two hundred people eye this grown, 19-year-old man sobbing on the floor like Bane after Batman ruined his mask.
After a while, I collect myself and tell her my destination and see that I'm at Central Station. Finally, she tells me that I just need to go to the street, go west and look for a hotel with a bus stop to board the 8 and that'll take me where I wanna go. I leave, get out, look to the left... and I see the exact bus stop where I got on the wrong bus. A full, full grating hour later, I had returned to where the madness had started.
tl;dr, fuck mobile devices, you wind up in Chinatown.
Totally made my orientation just fine, though. Thanks for your time.