So, in my last blog I let all you folk know that I was writing a story, and you know what? That was fine. The story was going great, I'm at about eight thousand words in the first chapter or two.

Then I discovered that AS had a prompt, and everything went down the shitter.

I figured it'd be a fun thing to try out. Write a short story, see how much my writing sucks, get a feel for the land, that sort of crap. It wasn't as if anything could possibly go wrong, aye?

Never ask a rhetorical question like that, because Murphy's Law will be all over you in ten seconds flat, and it will kick your ass in the most severe ways possible.

So, I started brainstorming for the prompt. It's a pretty simple thing, some shit about running through a forest and finding something. Anyways, I started with a scene. Scootaloo running through the Everfree Forest. Not very profound, right? So, I thought of things that could get the damn chicken running around willy nilly like a headless...uh...chicken.

Things got a bit bigger. I wasn't very worried, since there wasn't a set limit on words.

I finished brainstorming, looked it over, and you know what? I've got a full-sized multi-fucking-chapter fic on my hands right now, complete with Pinkamena, rape, and skeletons in the closet.

Bronymaster, go fall down an open sewer so I can laugh at you, because this sucks.

Two fics to write instead of one, and I've completely dropped any intent of doing this damn prompt.

Fuck my life. -__-;

In other news, I've been pulling the usual bullshit, running around and pissing people off with my reviews and whatnot. It's fun. Oh, and I have shitton of reviews I need to write.

Joy.

Stay dry, boys and girls.