So I'm back!
And I bet I've got -
146 notifications, 6 pms, 100 emails, 54 updates, a SALT gone to seed.
Oh, well fuck.
I'll be back on later: I've got roots to go unearth at the moment.
Scootaloo is the bestest and greatest crusader. Sweetie Belle is nothing but a dog's chew toy--one of the squeaky ones--given life, and Apple Bloom just sucks.
Lies. I do so know the days of the week. My favourite day is Fimbulday, even if it only comes once a fortnight. Those three hours are some of the happiest I've ever lived.
Okay, enough of my bad jokes: lets get some info up in this blog.
My internet connection died early on Friday morning. It stuttered back into some semblance of life in the evening, which was enough for me to think everything was going to be fine. But, alas, Zombies. We had to put it down on Saturday. So sad.
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So, I'm guessing a fair number of you are wondering why there hasn't been a chapter one to BTE yet (either that or you want to know just who this Aquillo is and why he's lighting fires up in your grill* like an amateur arsonist). Fret not! It's on the way. Sometime-ish.