Well, guys... Life's been hard and only getting harder.

My laptop has died so writing has slowed to a halt, taking my blessed book with it.  Most of it is backed up elsewhere, but a lot of progress was lost.

Mom dies in 2-3 weeks.

My debts have been sent to collections. ._.

Goodness, that all sounds very terrible.  And it is.  But I'm recovering emotionally from... everything.  And I'm moving back to Florida, where I got most of my best writing done.

I won't stop writing.  Ever.  As painful as not being able to write lately has been... And it's been a doozy... I will get it back.  And I will continue my book, and TTEOAP, and whatever else I feel like.

Though I don't see my book being nearly as bright as it once was.

More to come in the future.  Thanks to everyone that showed me support.  It helped guys, it really did.  Thanks especially to a certain somepony that built and sent me a care package.  I totes ate that nutella.

Your patience will not be unfounded, peeps. :3

Also, when I get to Florida, I think I'm going to write out a TTEOAP chapter to help brighten myself up a bit.

Over Sixty-Five Thousand Revised Words Completed! @.@

It won't be long now peeps.  I'm seeing it finished and all cleaned up after this month, maybe by the end of April.  I can't wait.

And for now everything you've all been waiting for...

WAIT THAT'S A SYNOPSIS, IT'S NOT A CHAPTER OF TTEOAP I'M A LIAR!  I'M A DIRTY, DIRTY LIAR!

So the book centers on a damsel in her mid twenties.  Her primary goal in life is to have fun with her friends and live a normal life.  The problem with that is that such a goal is extremely boring, so I decided she can't have what she wants.  Her name is Tawny and her life is rather... abnormal (LAWL!).  She has no family worth mentioning, has been subjected to an incredibly tough and rigorous childhood, isn't very pretty at all, has spent more than a third of her life in mental rehab for both psychological and physiological damage done to her by people with a rather unsettling disregard for human life, and she can't use the top shelf of her own fridge because she can't reach it for being so damn short!

Woe is her!

Despite all of this, Tawny has returned to life with renewed vigor after recovering From Angel's Ward (ermagerd, therts the tertle!).  Everything points towards this woman being an angry, bitter shrew that shuns humanity for what it's done to her, but for some damn reason she just doesn't have a hateful bone in her body.  Instead, she is cautiously optimistic and is rather determined to live happily ever after in the frozen, hellish wasteland that is the North side of Toronto, Canada.  The year is 2040, and while she misses Angel's Ward and the genuinely wonderful people there, she's determined to actually enjoy life now that she's free for the first time.

The End!

... ... ... Or so the poor thing wishes.  @.@  Tawny's got a lot of life ahead of her and very little of that life will be particularly boring or uneventful.  There will be kung-fu!  Sexy doctors!  And gadgets!  A BLIND KID BECAUSE I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT!  And some stupid asshat named Ro that always picks on Tawny and ends up getting getting bitten every time he tries to steal her french fries!  Not that Tawny bites people, that's just uncivilized.

(she totally bites people)

It's not all sunshine and rainbows, but it has its moments and Tawny's always there to help brighten the moment or absolutely CRUSH the depression with her silliness.

<.<  I dunno, does that sound like something worth reading?

o.o  YOU DECIDE!

EDIT:  No, I will not forget about TTEOAP!  Remember, this is my attempt to become a professional writer!  O:  If this becomes successful, my job will be to sit around and write stuff for you guys!  Stuff like... fanfiction... O.o

Yes, kiddos, it is true.  It has begun.

The book is now in its first heavy revision.  Specifically the first chapter is already dusted up and made consistent.  There will be lesser revisions done to this one after I complete this, but within the month, possibly middle of Feb, I shall have not just a story, but a manuscript.

A manuscript.

Goodness, I don't... I'm nearing the precipice of a meltdown on sheer principle.  'Cause I've three great fears in my life:

Losing my soul to petty desires.  

Spiders.  

And failing to achieve my dream.

I'm nearing the resolution of that last one.  It is either going to happen soon or never at all.  And that is frightening for multiple reasons.

Well, enough of the dread, now onto the fun parts!

Fun Part #1:  Here within the next week or two, I'll be using some volunteer-readers to gauge reactions to the story to help me make judgement calls on certain touch-ups for the final revision following this one.  Now, keep in mind, this is not a pandering to the readers. :(  After you read, I'll be interrogating you to the point where you hate me and then some!  So if you don't think you have the proper communication skills, literary understanding, or patience for this sort of thing, feel free to sit this one out. :3  If you feel have have those qualities and might like the abuse, hit me with a private message.  I'm only going to be grabbing, like, five to ten readers, so don't sweat it if you aren't called upon. o.o  It's because I'm lazy and don't want to do more.

Fun Part #2:  My little editor has gone and grown himself up!  :3  That's right, bronies... Bugsydor has taken the plunge and has written himself up a fanfiction!  :D  I am, liek, supar proud of him!  He even went crazy and went the controversial route of Alternate Universe!

Don't run away!  He did a good job with his character, setting, and writing!  He needs love, too!  And for all the help and work he's put into TTEOAP, he deserves some it.  :3  Give it a shot if you've got the time! Tastes Like Heresy

50,000 words done...  In less than a month.

Over 13,000 words done in the last 5 days of NaNoWriMo...

Thank you all for the support.  It helped a lot.  It meant a lot.  You guys kick flank.   And I mean all the flank.  You be kickin' it.

Love you guys for obvious reasons and I hope to have this book finished and ready to publish by the end of January.  I might take a break (for my own sanity) to do another chapter of TTEOAP.  Haven't decided yet.  Right now, I'm just... This is what I needed.  This was the pick me up required to keep me sane.

And for those that want to know, Dad's cancer is still treatable without debilitating him and my niece is talking again.

Again, thank you so much for everything. n.n

>:O  And stop sending me Christmas presents!  I feel like such a tool for not having the money to reciprocate!  Just send me a love letter or something! XD

P.S. It's not even December, you clowns!

So...  Things are bad.  But they're not going to stay that way.  Let me explain...

This new book.  You know, the one that I'm writing?  Well, it's coming along very well.  Over 36,000 words so far.  And I love it.

And then I came across a... difficult scene.  It's very grim, I will not lie.  The book isn't grim.  No, the protag is so much fun to live through.  She's like a bizarre cross between Firewall, Luna, and River from Firefly (though none of this was intentional and while she maintains similarities, she is still quite unique).  So there's no way the book could be grim overall.  That said, a horrible scene inserted itself and... I was having difficulty writing it.  See, when you write from a first person point of view, you more easily invest your emotions into the character and having to go through that rough part was affecting me.  Like, I almost screamed at a guy that interrupted me.  And I've only screamed at two people in my entire life.

It was bothering me enough that I just... didn't want to finish the book.  Straight up.  I wanted to drop it because I wasn't sure if I could do this...

Then I got a call from a family member.  My niece's father had attempted suicide and scared her to death.  I won't pretend that I care overmuch for the father, he's not been the best influence on anyone's life but... He's seen some grim stuff so I behave around him.  However, my darling niece is now heartbroken and too scared to talk to anyone.  Not to mention she's hundreds of miles away from me, and I can't go see her to just offer my love or say whatever I can to comfort her.

That was the first straw.

Then I got another call.  My cousin, only four years older than me, died the preceding night to brain cancer that she was actually beating.  Freak accident and one of the most wonderful, beautiful souls to have ever influenced me to being a better person... Gone in a day.  If ever a death was so incredibly unfair, I would have to say... she may have not been the most undeserving case in the history of mankind, but there wouldn't have been a long line in front of her.  And to know that such a light upon this world will no longer shine is... I just can't make this up.  Her dying is a tragedy.  Her not being able to help, love, and lift up people the way she did... That's a loss for us all.

That was the second straw.

Then my father called.  He tells me he has prostate cancer.  We've a big history of that developing at abnormally young ages.  Most men don't get this until late fifties or sixties.  My Dad's still in his forties.  He tells me that he doesn't know how far advanced it is because he's only had one test in his entire life that was apparently a false-negative.  It could be very developed, especially given certain signs he had been dismissing after the first test.  He said he had looked into the treatments and realized that if it were far enough along, the treatment necessary had a high risk of rendering him helpless.  Incontinent.  He said if that were the case, he would not be accepting treatment.  Keep in mind, my father isn't a dramatic person.  He hasn't even told my step-mom about this.  He's just scared and confided in me because he knew I could handle it.

He would have been right if I had not received every last one of these calls within the same hour.

I shed a total of three tears and told him that I was grateful that he let me know and that I was there for him if he needed anything.  So afterwards, I just went to work, took up my laptop, went to that brutal scene that was bothering me and I wrote it out with a dry eye.  I didn't falter once.  Because I realized two things.  The first was that I was so emotionally shut down that I no longer felt the pain of my character's suffering.  The second was that I had a book to finish and I'll be damned before I falter now.  My Dad wants me to succeed so badly at this and he does nothing but encourage me chasing my dreams.  I'm not going to let him down.  Whatever his life expectancy is, there won't be any consideration for what should happen if I fail because I've promised myself that I will bleed into the ink if that's what it takes to get this done.

I don't think I will be able to finish NaNoWriMo in time.  I'm not yet at 40,000 words and I've only seven days left.  Two of which I'm probably going to lose when my emotional detonation finally hits me and I fall apart.  But it's not about NaNoWriMo anymore and it's not about some bet I made with a close friend.  It's about the goal that I've set for myself.  There are a whole lot of people that are waiting for me to take this leap and they are not going to be disappointed, regardless of the results.

I almost considered not posting this because I didn't want to look like I'm just grabbing for attention, but...  Those of you that follow me are the only reason I've been able to pull myself up and dust myself off once already.  And I have the feeling you're going to help me do it again...

Thanks guys.  Don't worry about me.  I'll be alright.  But things have changed.  I'm not sure how, just yet... But I'll figure it out soon enough.

Well guys, I lost the bet.  One week ago, CodexStoic reached 60,000 words on his novel.  Completed or not, he's still reached his end of the bargain.

That said, I have already begun prewriting for my first actual book.  I must say, being organized and defining my plot, characters, setting, and conflict before ever writing the first word is... delightfully new.  I'm definitely loving every step of it.  But you're not here to hear about the new book.

You're here to hear about... o.o  Through The Eyes Of Another Pony's fate!

Well, worry not.  There's more to come in the future, but there is no denying that my beloved FanFiction is to be put on hiatus after I release the next chapter.  It will be within the following week that I bring you this chapter that will hopefully bide you over for several weeks.  Hopefully I won't have to put the fic off for more than a couple of months, but I am going to do whatever needs to be done to make it into the world of professional writing.

I'm... a little nervous, I won't lie.  I can already hear the first few publishers telling me that they're not interested in publishing my work, but that seems to be the norm these days.  I'm also very apprehensive of the day that I end up holding a copy of my first book, as I will probably end up crying like I've not done since I was less than a teenager.

I don't know what my future holds and being ADHD has really set me back most of my life because it's hard to get excited and motivated about things you aren't interested in.  So it's been a bit unsettling, making this transition into this person I've become.  I've already uninstalled all the games and 'toy' apps off my phone so that I'm not distracted at work.  I'm going to be uninstalling my library of games off my computer so that I use my home time to write as well.  I'm going to force myself to do chores around the house and focus on squeezing every last drop of narrative inspiration out of every last event around me.

In short, I think writing this book will change me in ways that I do not suspect possible.  Much the way TTEOAP has done.

I thank you all for giving me the ability to actually believe in myself.  I have no doubts when I say this:  I couldn't have done it without you.  Really.  I did not have the faith required to make this happen.  Had it not been for a drunken dare over fourteen months ago, I'd have probably been stuck in the same dead-end job and slowly making the transition from the lovable person that (I think) I am to that guy that's lost so much of his soul to a life without purpose.

Love you guys lots, and I hope my next installment of literary stuff will bring you just as much joy as my last one.

:3  Wish me luck!

Sup, Bronies... My good friend found your response to be worthy of response!  Since we both wanted everyone to see his counter-points to my somewhat sensationalized post, I decided to make a new blog post solely for him!  This is him.  The maker of bad bets... CodexStoic.  Yes, he intentionally chose that name to appear as a foil to yours truly.  I thought it was rather clever, myself.

If you are unsure what this post is in reference to, see the blog that preceded it. :3

No further introduction is needed but to simply say... Here it is~!

Hello everyone!

I am the psychotic friend that Mr. CardsLafter is referring to in his humorous, whimsical, and (only slightly) inaccurate blog post.

First off, under the terms of our agreement, he is not prohibited from revising TTEOAP whilst working on his 50k word limit for NaNoWriMo.  However, since he's writing a novel in a month, he will probably not wish to revise and edit his work during the month.

Second, my good friend's representations of the conversation are slightly misleading.  I did cuss, whine, beg, nag, cajole, leverage and insinuate many things.  However, the goals of this arrangement were not fairly represented.  Although 'just to do it' sums up most of the argument I made, there were better reasons I gave him.  The most important reason, though, is that he is a good writer, and has many wonderful ideas that he has yet to publish and share with anyone (including all of you, his adoring fans).  I do want him to write and publish his non-pony related ideas, though, and seized upon this contest as a good way to inspire him to do so.  This is not intended to prevent him from finishing his fanfic, but rather to get him to finally share other great works of art with the world.

In short, I have ignobly twisted your beloved fiction writer's arm for a noble purpose: namely, to get him to share more of his thoughts with the rest of the world.  But, since I am decidedly "grimdark" and "psychotic," I have no regrets.  I am confident that not only will he put out 50k words in a month, but also that he will put out something you and everyone else will enjoy.

I understand that you desire to see the final revised edition of TTEOAP, as soon as possible, and with as few interruptions as possible.  I can sympathize somewhat with your plight, as I am a recovering Lostie.  But, in the interests of friendship, all I ask is that you offer your support to him in this endeavor.  I do not think you will be disappointed with the fruits of his labor.

And to all the people who have already offered their support, as a good friend of cardsLafter, it truly warms my cold, dark, bleak, and cynical heart that you all would tender such kindness to a friend.  Your words of encouragement are a tribute to the show you all love, as that sort of friendship truly is magic.

Best regards,

CodexStoic

P.S.  For those of you who are aspiring writers, I would be more than happy to see you join cardsLafter and I in November.  At the least, it would be an interesting experience, and you can tell your colleagues that you brushed shoulders and braved the dangers of NaNoWriMo with him.

Guys, I think your beloved CardsLafter may have made a mistake.  Or possibly not.  I'm currently unsure.

Basically, it comes down to this.  NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is headed this way and one of my closest friends wanted me to participate.

I didn't want to.  I wanted to stay home and bake cookies with you peeps.

Well he nagged.  I mean, he took it to the next level.  And when I say he took it to the next level, I mean he did everything but cry and c... Well, actually he cussed quite a bit.  He whined, he begged, he called me a sissy and a coward, he flattered, he harassed, he started talking about how much fucking fun it would be... Personally, I think 'fucking' fun is overrated.  Anyway, the point is, I made a bet to get him to shut the hell up.

You see, this friend of mine (the man aspiring to one day be a lawyer) is writing a science fiction novel.  First off, he's exceptionally grimdark.  It's hard to make a grimdark story hit thirty thousand words before running out of steam.  Hell, I kinda struggled to put out 14k.  Anyway, his plan is to hit, not thirty, not forty, not even fifty... But 60,000 words before the first of November.  Preferably 65,000.  And I bet him that if he can do this, I will go nuts and jump into NaNoWriMo with him.

What is NNWM?  It's a thankless endeavor that gives you nothing after all is said and done except for a sense of satisfation.  You take out your keyboard/pen and you smash that bastard in until you have a fifty thousand word story.  It's gotta be finished, no less.

So he wants not only to write a 60,000 word story with just over a month's worth of time to do so, he desires to follow it up with a 50,000 word story with ONLY a month's worth of time to do so.

His goals are the following:

-Just to do it!

-To get CardsLafter out of ponies and into original writing.

-Crush his own soul into diamonds and sell it (I'm assuming that's what he wants, because cranking out over 110,000 words in less ten weeks is very much a soul crushing endeavor)

Here's the problem with this bet:  This friend is psychotic.  Seriously, he would NEVER be able to pull this off... If I had not made that bet.  Now he stands a... slight to fair chance of pulling it off.

Basically, you guys are looking at a slim possibillity of possibly not getting any TTEOAP from me for the entirety of November.

Blame him.

However!  If I come back at October Twenty-Third and tell you that TTEOAP is on for another year... Then guess what!  MORE TTEOAP! WOO!

As always, needs more pony.

THE SONG IS A PIE.  ... Nah, that makes no sense whatsoever.  Anyway, enjoy this.  AND SUBSCRIBE TO THAT WONDERFUL WONDERFUL PONY.

I've said all that needs saying other than Poni1kenobi is teh bomb diggity.

Also, Project: Anima is still hunting for an extra couple of animators if anyone is willing to donate their time in exchange for brony/internet fame!

For those that don't know what that is... Well, I'm somewhat surprised, but here goes:  It's an animation project for TTEOAP (the fanfic this club is based around) headed up by other fans of the work itself.  Crazy, no?

I think that's everything

Oh right, and, Chapter Four has been completed and has been sent to the proofreaders.  But that's just something inconsequential.

So yeah.  This is exactly what it sounds like.  And no, this has nothing to do with those stories, I just thought everyone would find this incredibly amusing.

[8/6/2012 11:54:24 PM] CardsLafter: So I got some writing done today.  o.o  And I realized that it's becoming increasingly easier.  I think I've finally made it to the point where I can accomplish a modicum of quality whilst still maintaining alacrity...

[8/6/2012 11:54:30 PM | Edited 11:54:39 PM] CardsLafter: How about you guys?

[8/6/2012 11:54:35 PM] Nines | David: My editing is going really well

[8/6/2012 11:54:40 PM] Nines | David: despite the fact that I'm like

[8/6/2012 11:54:41 PM] lam: I admire the use of alacrity

[8/6/2012 11:54:46 PM] Nines | David: literally redoing 2k words of thoughts and dialog lmao

[8/6/2012 11:54:51 PM] CardsLafter: :D

[8/6/2012 11:54:55 PM] Pen Stroke: Editing Pink Dream?

[8/6/2012 11:55:10 PM] CardsLafter: Oh dear.  It's Pen Stroke.  Jesus, how is my hair?

[8/6/2012 11:55:24 PM] lam: It is delightfully full of gel

[8/6/2012 11:55:28 PM] Pen Stroke: Considering I can't see it, I'll assume fine.

[8/6/2012 11:55:32 PM] lam: Quite shiny as well

[8/6/2012 11:55:36 PM] CardsLafter: Mmmm.  That qualifies as slightly sexy, yes?

[8/6/2012 11:55:57 PM] CardsLafter: Ahem.  Pen Stroke.  This is a seduction attempt.  Please yield to the implications.

[8/6/2012 11:56:02 PM] Nines | David: lmao

[8/6/2012 11:56:07 PM] Pen Stroke: I rolled a high resistance

[8/6/2012 11:56:10 PM] CardsLafter: ...

[8/6/2012 11:56:14 PM] Pen Stroke: You'll have to try harder than that.

[8/6/2012 11:56:15 PM] arcendius: Haha, did you read Neil Gaiman's seduction thing?

[8/6/2012 11:57:15 PM] CardsLafter: Pen.  I am fairly attractive.  So are you.  We should create fairly attractive offspring for the sake of the species.  You have to think about the future!

[8/6/2012 11:57:36 PM] Pen Stroke: ................

[8/6/2012 11:57:42 PM] Pen Stroke: I need an adult. I need an ADULT!

[8/6/2012 11:57:46 PM] CardsLafter: I AM AN ADULT!

[8/6/2012 11:57:49 PM] CardsLafter: I AM HERE FOR YOU.

[8/6/2012 11:57:59 PM] Pen Stroke: I need a different adult. I need a DIFFERENT adult!

[8/6/2012 11:58:04 PM] CardsLafter: I CAN CHANGE!

[8/6/2012 11:58:28 PM | Edited 11:58:33 PM] Pen Stroke: Nines, save me!

[8/6/2012 11:58:54 PM] Pen Stroke: Alex, save me!

[8/6/2012 11:58:57 PM] Pen Stroke: Someone, save me!

[8/6/2012 11:59:11 PM] CardsLafter: Pen, stop being so selfish!  There is a Future Earth to consider here!  You saw the MLP episode!  We have to stay prepared!

[12:00:01 AM] Nines | David: Sorry penny im busy editing

[12:00:04 AM] Nines | David: play nice with your friend!

[12:00:18 AM] CardsLafter: Nines, you are a hero and a saint.

[12:00:36 AM] CardsLafter: Unlike Pen Stroke, here.  Who is thinking only of himself.

[12:00:44 AM] CardsLafter: For shame, Pen.

[12:01:36 AM] Pen Stroke: T.T

[12:01:39 AM] Pen Stroke: There is no escape.

[12:01:49 AM] CardsLafter: You say that like it's a bad thing.  *tsk tsk tsk*

[12:02:42 AM] CardsLafter: So, Pen.  In all seriousness.  You know Bugsydor, yes?

[12:02:49 AM] Pen Stroke: I believe so, yes.

[12:03:12 AM] CardsLafter: Well, that nonchalant answer only further damages my frail ego.

[12:03:16 AM] Smooth Gilson: Smooth Gilson slams an axe into the table and screams "THATS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!"

[12:03:22 AM] CardsLafter: Exactly.

[12:03:25 AM] Pen Stroke: Remind me who Bugsydor is.

[12:03:27 AM] CardsLafter: Good demonstration, Smooth.

[12:03:35 AM] Smooth Gilson: danke shun

[12:03:39 AM] CardsLafter: He edited your work.

[12:03:45 AM] CardsLafter: Past Sins.

[12:04:00 AM] CardsLafter: Told you to stop using  "X offered" so much.

[12:04:25 AM] Pen Stroke: Ah yes, that's right.

[12:04:31 AM] Smooth Gilson: whats wrong with that? there's only a finite amount way of saying things

[12:04:44 AM] Pen Stroke: Why do you ask?

[12:05:05 AM] CardsLafter: Well, the reason I bring him up is because he's now my E.I.C. and he talks about you.  A lot.  And that's just harmful to my delicate self-image.  Which, to be fair, isn't your problem in the slightest.

[12:05:37 AM] Pen Stroke: E.I.C?

[12:05:43 AM] CardsLafter: Editor In Chief.

[12:05:46 AM] CardsLafter: Pretentious, I know.

[12:05:47 AM] Pen Stroke: I had to wonder.

[12:06:19 AM] CardsLafter: So if you could go... I dunno.  Show up at his house and violence him a lot or something.   He might idolize me more.  And I'd appreciate that.  Because I plan to publish one day, and I'll need all the self-esteem I can get!

[12:06:36 AM] Smooth Gilson: does he smoke a giant churchill chew and demand pictures of superheros?

[12:06:38 AM] Pen Stroke: Sorry, don't know where he lives.

[12:06:46 AM] CardsLafter: Damns.  It was worth a try.

[12:07:34 AM] CardsLafter: No, Smooth, he does not.  But he should, don't you think?

[12:08:29 AM] CardsLafter: Anyway, I would like to entertain my readers a bit, Mr. Strokington.  Permit me to paste this conversation in a blog post?

[12:08:58 AM] CardsLafter: I know, that sounds incredibly fanboy.   But at least I didn't brand your coutenance into my posterior flesh and then demand you look upon it.

[12:09:28 AM] CardsLafter: =D

[12:09:28 AM] Pen Stroke: That is true, you did not do that.

[12:09:36 AM] Pen Stroke: So, I guess it's all right.

[12:09:37 AM] Smooth Gilson: Smooth Gilson realises that yanks still make no sense at 6am

[12:09:42 AM] Nines | David: Lol

[12:09:49 AM] Nines | David: everypony loves penstroke!

[12:09:56 AM] Nines | David:  /audience laughter

[12:10:00 AM] CardsLafter: XD

[12:10:48 AM] CardsLafter: Thanks, Pen.  Sorry for the strange approach, but I'm something of a psychology buff so I know what it takes to catch eyes without creating repulsion.  Unless you're thoroughly disgusted, in which case I meant to do that.

[12:11:00 AM] Nines | David: looool

[12:11:27 AM] Pen Stroke: No, I'm good.

[12:11:32 AM] Pen Stroke: Caught a little off guard.

[12:11:34 AM] Pen Stroke: But fine.

[12:11:53 AM] CardsLafter: n.n Woo!

[12:11:54 AM] Pen Stroke: Blind sided like a mailbox getting hit with a baseball bat in the dead of night

[12:11:58 AM] Pen Stroke: But fine..

[12:12:52 AM] CardsLafter: Well, if your jimmies are exceptionally rustled, I know a good phone psychologist that takes payment in lavender oil.  Just don't go see him in person regardless of what he says.

[12:13:34 AM] Pen Stroke: You sir, are a mind derper.

[12:13:41 AM] Nines | David: What

[12:13:50 AM] Nines | David: >takes payment in lavender oil

[12:13:53 AM] Nines | David: that is rather specific

[12:13:58 AM] Miles (Super/Hyde): Well you see

[12:14:02 AM] Miles (Super/Hyde): Twilight is a lavender pony

[12:14:10 AM] Miles (Super/Hyde): So she makes lavender oil.

[12:14:19 AM] Pen Stroke: -_-

[12:14:22 AM] Miles (Super/Hyde): Miles (Super/Hyde) pauses to reflect on what he just said

[12:14:31 AM] Pen Stroke: _-_

[12:14:35 AM] Miles (Super/Hyde): Right then, I shouldn't be awake. Nor alive.

[12:14:42 AM] CardsLafter: I apologize if I derp you too much, Pen.

[12:14:47 AM] CardsLafter: I'm...

[12:14:53 AM] CardsLafter: I'm trying not to act out, too much.

[12:15:03 AM] Pen Stroke: Then I'd hate to see you not holding back.

[12:15:17 AM] CardsLafter: I lose a lot of friends that way. ._.

[12:15:38 AM] Nines | David: Lol

[12:15:40 AM] CardsLafter: Seriously, I'm really not this bad, it only happens when I meet new people.

[12:15:45 AM] CardsLafter: Just ask Nin-...

[12:15:48 AM] CardsLafter: Actually...

[12:15:50 AM] CardsLafter: Do not ask Nines.

>.>  That went pretty well, right?  Also, damndest thing, there's been a restraining order filed against me.  o.o  Huh.