New Friend + Story Idea to Steal · 6:37am
So a few days ago I did as I regularly do and went to the hookah bar with my roommates. This time, however, my buddy brought a friend. Let's call him Bob. Now, I met Bob once before, but it was only for a brief time. He's a sort of nerdy guy, but the really fucking smart kind who is interested in everything mechanical. Me, having an interest in talking about that sort of shit, became a friend with him fairly quickly. He was wary of coming to the hookah bar, but enjoyed it, we talked about random stuff. Then the batteries on my iPhone died. He took out his phone.
But as he turned it on, I noticed the background looked a lil' familiar. I wasn't quite sure if I saw what I saw, so I kept quiet. After we were done there, he took his phone out of the sound system and I got a better look at his background. Was this nifty thing here. I passed him a comment saying "nice background", but he replied with a thanks, thinking I was just commenting on it. After we left the bar, we all decided to go watch a movie back at my new apartment (which is sick, by the way). As we go to my new roommate's jeep, this is what unfolded.
"Hey, one of you guys (referring to me and my old roommate) should go with him and make sure he is going the right way," my new roomate says as he unlocks his cars.
"I'll go with him" I say, being that kind of person.
As Bob and I walk to the car, we start talking about the tech shit we were talking about before. He shows me all the neat shit about his car, which I was fine with. We then get into the car and buckle in, and he turns his phone on and hooks it up to his car to play music.
"RD is shit tier, by the way," I say coolly, not turning to look at him.
There was a two second pause.
"What did you say?" he asked, turning to me curiously, legitimately not having heard exactly what I said.
"Just saying, Flutters is way better," I said with a shrug.
Two second pause again. This time it clicks, his face lights up.
Then we talk about pony for the next 5 or so minutes as we drove up. He said he had that background for a year and a half and nobody has noticed it. Some people would say nice background, which is why he didn't react when I said it. So yeah, went to the hookah bar, ate some burgers, talked poni and watched a movie. T'was a good day.
Anyways, as for the idea. I'm sure some of you have heard of "The Watchmen", right? Oh yeah, spoilers for this if you haven't read it or whatever yet. Anyways, I know it as that nifty vigilante graphic novel with the wannabe Batman, Blue-penis-man, melty-mc-face and the smartest villain-hero of all time. I'm sure some of you have seen that Rorschach in Equestria fic. Don't worry, this idea isn't about him. I was thinking more along the lines of Dr Manhattan going to Equestria. Well, not going, I suppose. My idea is rather different than a simple "person goes to Equestria lolxD" story. You see, I've read "The Watchmen" a few times in the past few days, and I noticed something at the end that sparked an idea.
And of course, me being a guy who reads between the lines, interprets that as he is not necessarily interested in human life, but life in general. Going elsewhere in the galaxy, Dr Manhattan sets out at creating a small utopia. Only instead of humans, he decides to put a spin on things. Create many races, each with their own abilities, so he could study them, see how they interact with their differences. The story could go however you wanted it. The way I'd write it (I won't) is him describing his actions, much like he did in the comic. Except in this world he is not known as Dr Manhattan, nor is he known as Jon. And no, he isn't Dr Manehattan.
He is Star Swirl the Bearded. Now I know the whole "powerful person from a different universe" being Star Swirl is a bit overplayed, but I think it would work well with him. He wanted to interact with the ponies of the world without him interfering as an all-knowing god. Of course, he still IS all knowing, he just doesn't want others knowing that. This would make him the father of Celestia and Luna, Discord, the Elements of Harmony, everything. He put it all in place to watch, see how it plays out. I mean, you could even go as far to use other pieces of information to put into it, like the fact that all the creatures in Equestria are pretty well known to humans. Or note how the name of cities and villages are often named after real life places. Or how they speak English.
Anyways, just a random idea. Obviously I didn't put too much thought into it as
So it Totally is Happening · 3:38pm
I was writing that Rockman and Treelad story last night, so I decided to give a pair of snippets. The first one is from the beginning of the story, and the next one will appear later on. I'm going to wait until I have 4k words worth before I publish it, though, because this is truly the only fic I've ever wanted to be featured. If it doesn't, then oh well, but if it does, I will die happy because of the fact the most retarded fic ever will be featured. Anyways, here are the snippets;
Tom, seemingly grabbing a grappling hook out of nowhere, shot it just above the window Bloomberg was currently residing in. Using the hooking apparatus on the other end of the gun, he quickly slid down the metal wire and slammed into the wall, breaking it, as well as the window, into pieces. As the glass and bits of wood slid off of his strong figure, he looked around the room to find his partner. And find him he did.
Bloomberg was laying on top of the sheets with his several long and glorious roots showing. A pink mare with wirh a rufflef light blue mane poked her head out from behind him, then let out a scream and hid under the covers at the sight of the intruder. Bloomberg, however, stared passively at Tom, knowing that he was needed elsewhere. Tom then rolled out the window and landed in a bed of flowers, crushing them completely.
"Wait," the mare begged as Bloomberg reached for the window, reaching out as she threw the cover off of her. "Will I ever see you again?"
Bloomberg simply stood still and exerted himself, forcing an apple to fall onto the bedside table. The mare crawled to the edge of the bed and examined the apple. Knowing what it was, she blew a kiss his way. "Go then," she whispered. "The world needs its heroes."
"He's going to jump!" a mare yelped in horror, pointing to the stallion who clung to the outer wall next to the seventh story window. "Somepony, stop him!"
Just then, Tom and Bloomberg appeared!
"Rockman! Treelad! Thank goodness you're here," the chief of police said, trotting over to the good looking pair. "We had reports of a stallion attempting to jump out of a window, so we came as fast as we could."
The pair simply remained silent. Just then, a single leaf fell off of Bloomberg.
"We tried, but we're worried if we go up there to pull him back in, he'll jump before we can reach him," he sighed in despair.
Tom's glasses then fell to the ground.
"This isn't a joking matter, Mr. Rockman," the police officer growled.
Bloomberg, being a tree, stood completely still, looking ahead at the stallion holding onto the building. Just then he formed an idea.
"It's worth a shot," the chief of police nodded. He quickly galloped over to his wagon and pulled out a megaphone, then placed it in front of Bloomberg.
Everything went silent as the crowd around the building watched the tree for his next move. It was like this for a minute.
"No! I refuse to come down!" the stallion barked hoarsely. "If I say anything to you, I'll just be killed!"
Bloomberg's leaves then rustled slightly and a small squirrel ran down him, then away into the distance.
"Don't you see, I can't run or hide!" he growled. "If I say anything, I'm dead. If I hide, they'll find me. If I run, they'll run faster. It's hopeless for me!"
Bloomberg lapsed into a further silence for yet another minute. At the end of this minute, however, a single apple fell out of him, landing next to the megaphone, sending the sound of the apple thumping into the ground echoing across the city. The chief of police then took his hat off and held it to his chest as a single tear ran down his cheek at the heroic tree's sentiments.
So... Any 40k Players Out There? · 11:15am
I may or may not be throwing around the idea of doing a Warhammer 40k crossover. basically the premise is a battalion of Blood Angels (or regular Space Marines, haven't decided yet) are locked in a battle with some Tyranids. As the battle goes on, the BAs (or SMs) realize they are going to lose if a miracle doesn't happen. Lo and behold, a group of Tau come in and fend off the 'Nids, giving them a chance to recover. The Tau forces send a small group of Tau to escort the soldiers to a nearby planet where they can at the very least get some rest. It's obviously Equestria. The 'Nids, however, quickly get their shit together and come after the alliance with a vengeance.
I'm not saying this is happening since I have no idea how I'd go about it, but I do know it would be a brutal fic where main characters do die (more often than not in a metal way). It would come after MLC II is done, and it would probably be around 40k words (yes, because of 40k). It probs wouldn't happen anytime soon, either, seeing as I'd most likely try to find someone who knew enough about 40k lore to not make it illogically retarded. I also have many other fics to finish and such before I think about writing one chapter of this. Anyways, as I tend to do with most random ideas, I start somewhere in the middle to write a small bit of the story to see if I like the idea of it. This small part just so happened to be after the Tau, Marines and ponies finish off the first wave of Tyranids.
"The battle has been won, but the war is far from over," Altorious said, rubbing his scarred face as he watched a nearby Tau carry one of his fallen to the side. "More will come, but for now we have earbed have a small respite."
"At what cost?" Shining Armor said quietly, eyeing the bloody battlefield ahead of him. While most of the bodies he could see were Tyranid, he saw a handful of his soldiers torn to shreds. And there was only more to come. "We were outnumbered by... who knows how much."
"That is how it works with the Tyranid," Altorious said as he knelt down to examine a nearby pony. "Though I knew not of how they were in life, I know in death they were honorable. For that, they earned the greatest glory they could achieve." Altorious then placed his hand over the soldier's eyes and closed them. Standing up, he looked around the clearing at the recuperating allies. "There will be more soon. We should do our best to get ready."
"There's no way we can win," Shining Armor grunted breathlessly, shaking his head. "I was in charge of training them, but I couldn't have prepared them for this."
"They weren't unprepared, your whole planet is. Your world knows very little of just how bloody war can be," the commander said, placing a surprisingly gentle hand on the stallion's back. "But you cannot let the blood of your friends deter you from more bloodshed. If you give in to them now, your world will be lost. Your friends, family and everything else on this planet will be torn to pieces. More death will come to those you know, but that is just something you have to accept if you wish to win."
To keep a long story short, I finished all my exams now. Since it's the end of the school year, I have to pack up my apartment and bring it over to my mozzer's home for a week, in which I will be moving in with my new roommate at his condo. During that time, I'm going to be taking another small break from My Little Caboose II: Friendship is Fragmented. Don't worry, though, because I'll still be writing. Just my other stories. You see, I'm really behind on my other stories. I haven't updated any of them in 2+ months, so during this week I am dedicating it to those ones. Even though I had them all pretty much done, I'm going to redo them each in one or two sitting to make sure it is written better. I'm already 40% done the Achievement Hunter one (hopefully it'll be out tomorrow) and 30% done the next Zero Punctuation and Loyalty is a Bitch. During the summer I also plan to finish the Achievement Hunter one and the Zero Punctuation one at the very least.
Basically with exams coming up, I really don't have time to sit down for two hours every night to write. It's not like it's THAT exhausting seeing as I usually write while watching TV/gaming/socializing with friends in real life and on Skype. Because of this, "My Little Caboose II" will be on a one week hiatus (starting yesterday since there was no chapter then), so I will start updating it again next Sunday. If it REALLY comes down to it, I might need two weeks, but one week should be good. But since summer is coming up, I am going to be living with my buddy (who will be away most of the time at his cottage), so I will have plenty of time to write extra long/just extra chapters to make up for this week. Sorry for the "inconvenience" if you could call it that. Have a picture of my cats to make up for it.
In other news, I am almost done the newest chapters for "Achievement Hunter in Equestria", "Loyalty is a Bitch" and "Zero Punctuation - Equestria", so I will probably try to finish those during this one week break seeing as they all only need around 500-1000 words to complete.
Also during the summer my friend and I are going to start working on an online webcomic. Pretty sure I mentioned it before, but right now we're just creating the world and doing lore for it, then we'll start working on the story (already have the main protagonist and a rough plot worked out). Will probably talk more about it when we've worked out most of the stuff.
Sad Panda · 3:19am
To start this story off, I'll just say I absolutely love dogs. I've had three dogs in my life. One when I was a young lad, we had a mutt named Rosie. She kinda wandered onto our property, starving, whining and weak. I convinced my parents to let us keep her and nurse her back to health. She was my best friend as a kid. Would always talk to her, even though I knew she couldn't really understand. Then when I moved to New Caledonia we got a dog named Fox. He was a good dog when he wanted to be, but was a vicious asshole whenever other dogs were around. Loved that dog to death. One day that dog ran away for about three weeks and we couldn't find him.
Then one day he came back and it turned out the guy got caught by a shark trap and the people on the island cut off his leg to, as the name suggests, use it as shark bait. He returned and lived his life as if nothing happened to him. Now I have a dog named Gaïa who is an English Setter. Nicest damn dog you'll ever meet. Loves nothing more than to sit with you, and she babysits kids better than any human could. She literally just lies on her back and wherever the kids move her legs, she'll keep them there until they say otherwise. Love that dog to death.
Dogs are by far some of my favorite animals. Whenever I go to a friend's place, if they have a dog, I'll be at it's side most of the time giving it pets. Hell, for the past while, I've been introducing myself to new people as Dog. That started when I was at a bar with friends and grabbed my buddies phone and started talking to a chick on it, introducing myself as dog. Anyways, for some reason dogs (as well as ids) seem to really like me. This was really shown to me because my brother worked at an animal shelter for a while as a volunteer, and one day I went there to see the animals. There was this one dog that was locked up that kept whining and made me sad.
Me, being both an idiot and dog lover, set it free. It slowly skulked out not sure what to do. It seemed sad, but eventually I perked it up, so I spent an hour playing with the dog. Then the owner walked in and sorta froze up. Within an instant, the dog began growling until they left. When I put back in the cage, I walked back out and the owner told me that the dog that I was playing with apparently hospitalized it's owners and was violent to all the workers that have worked there as well as people who were interested in it. Sadly, it got euthanized two days later, and I was pretty sad because it seemed nice. I had no doubt in my mind that it was the owners that caused it to do that. Let me just say that while rape and murder are unforgivable, something about animal cruelty really just sets me off more than anything. And most of you know I nearly died stopping my friend from being raped, so I obviously don't take it lightly, so you can imagine how angry I get at people who beat the shit out of their dogs.
Of course, you're probably wondering what this has to do with anything. Well, on the night of March 31st, my buddy and I went to the hookah bar, as I usually find myself doing nowadays to relax. I was pretty happy as we exited. Not much time left in school, life going good and all that. Then we saw this dog run onto a road and get hit by a car. Guy in the car didn't give a shit, so he just drove away, but me, being the dog guy I am, ran over to the dog. Its back legs were completely fucked and it was bleeding a lot. This was not a stray dog by any means. It looked well-fed, had a healthy coat and whatnot.
Sadly, it didn't have a collar. If it did, I would have called the owners and let it be. We didn't know where a vet was, nor did we know a number we could call. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly hoisted it off the road, trying to cause as little pain as possible for it, and then I brought it right out of an alleyway. I sat with it for a good five minutes, and already I could tell that it's breath was going down fast and it was going to die. During that time, I was petting it's head, trying to make it as comfortable as possible, again, because I love dogs. And because of me loving dogs, I couldn't let it sit there in pain for the last few minutes of it's life.
Because of that, I got my friends knife and put it out of it's misery, quick and with the least pain possible. Sat there for a while since I didn't know what to do after, so I kinda just put my coat over the body and left it. Wasn't there today, so whatever. This was the closest I've come to legit crying in a while. I rarely cry, bar a rare tear when someone I know passes away. That was more or less the reason why there wasn't a chapter that day. Kinda just sat in my bed feeling sad. I wondered if it was better to have mercy killed it, or if it would have been better to sit there, petting it until it passed away.
I told a few people about this already, but I felt I wanted to tell you guys since I have nothing better to do. Since I don't know how to end this blog, I'll simply ask; what would you have done in my situation? Because my mind tells me it was right, but my heart tells me I'm wrong and it took a lot for me to do that.