It seems like most of the fics being written at the moment either have an epic plot but are written horribly or are written nicely and have no plot. Stop snickering, you fools, I'm using the literary term here.

  Well, I know from my past attempts that I can write well when I put my mind to it, but so far haven't written about anything worth reading. Starting now, I am on a mission to change that. There will be much brainstorming, possibly many headaches, but one day very, very soon I shall hit upon an idea for an epic tale that will actually seem interesting from the moment you read the summary! And when I do, it will be awesome.

  Now if only I can find that idea...

Would anyone be interested in a fic involving a Viking warrior, the Bermuda Triangle, and ponies?

His paws tightened around the shafts of his weapons. He couldn't sweat anymore, but he was panting hard.

  The battlefield was swirling with dust clouds, the wind whipping up spontaneous dirt devils everywhere. Bodies lay in street corners, blood soaking into the parched soil. The sounds of ongoing clashes filled the air. The metallic scent of rusted metal and spilled gore drifted in the wind.

Suddenly, he caught the sound of one of the beasts coming up the street to his left. The ragged breathing, the scraping of claws against cobblestones. He froze as he spotted its shadow. The seconds felt like hours as the scaly monstrosity turned the corner.

He saw its slitted eyes staring into his, saw the flame darting between its dagger-sharp teeth.

The key to not being scared is to be scarier than your enemy.

The key to beating a psychopath is to be even crazier than they are.

  The key to avoiding panic is to stop thinking and start doing.

  In a moment, he reached deep inside himself. He buried his conscious mind somewhere beyond the reach of the world. In a moment, he put aside every one of his mortal concerns and became... a monster.

The opponents rushed towards each other, filled with bestial rage.

Weapons flashed. Steel rang on steel. And the blood flowed once  more.

Had to rush through my editing of Chapter 6... it's not going to be as good as Chapter 5 was, but that's what happens when you procrastinate. Things get rushed, and when you rush, you get sloppy. Wish me better luck next time.

I am now the official editor for Ex Nihilos' "Rorschach in Equestria"! How'd I get that gig? By bugging him about his bad writing, of course.