Hello to all of my vast amounts of followers, vast in your vastness. What's I'm saying is that I'm popular, like one of those girls at school who refused to go to the prom with me because-

Nevermind. The point I'd like to make is that I'd like you all to vote for a game that is near-and-dear to my heart: Fallen Earth.

Simply go to http://massively.joystiq.com/2013/06/05/choose-my-adventure-put-me-in-coach/ and vote for Fallen Earth. Once you are done with that, feel free to post on your facebook and steamchat (aka, message your steamfriends) to tell your friends to vote for Fallen Earth.

Stay handsome, all of you.

Perhaps slightly rushed (but still quality checked), but it is here! I will now fall asleep on the floor, where the cool linoleum beckons.

Now that my new computer is good to go, I just need to add a bit more to the chapter I am writing, and then I'll have my friend and editor proofread it! Expect it on Monday/Tuesday at the absolute latest. I think you'll like where it is going.

Happy birthday to everyone else born on May 17th!

Can't use skype, which is one of the programs I have my editor use to edit my story. Because of that, I most likely won't be able to update FE: F until the middle of May. Sorry about that, folks.

Fear not though, I AM working on the story.

((A short little story segment that takes place in the same universe as Fallout Equestria: Foreigner, except several years prior to chapter 1, but after the Prologue. Unedited.))

It is said that the sandwich was invented by a man who wanted to have his dinner, but not have to stop playing cards. Whether this is true or not is up for debate, however it is likely that nobody really cares.

Walking into the kitchen, Kiako Lalene looked around for the refrigerator and, upon finding it, went over to it. He didn't really expect the large rectangular container to be connected to a power source, but to his surprise he could feel a coolness in the air wafting over him as he opened the refrigerator door. Another - albeit welcome - surprise was that within the confines of the storage unit there just happened to be a few food and condiment items, perhaps left behind by the previous tenant.

Kiako Lalene was never a man to waste a good - or even a bad - thing if it would benefit him. Taking a few moments to pull out the edibles, he considered what type of sandwich he could make with what was available to him. Looking over the assortment he could see that there appeared to be a container holding several strips of pale meat, possibly chicken, and another container holding what appeared to be lettuce. Add in the fact that he had whole loaf of bread to work with, a somewhat well equipped kitchen, and a slight hunger, it seemed reasonable that he would be able to make a sandwich.

Rifling through one of the drawers in search of a bread knife, he was about to start cutting slices of bread off the end of the loaf when he felt something hard poking into the back of his skull.

"I'd suggest you don't move, and keep that hand in the drawer," a smooth, feminine voice said from behind him. Whoever the voice belonged to, it wasn't someone he was familiar with. "Tell me," the voice continued, "why are you in my room?"

Her room? I'm the one who paid for it! Kiako's mind screamed, his jaw tightening in mild frustration at the sudden turn of events. He was about to open his mouth to speak when he was interrupted.

"Oh. You're a glitterneck. Doesn't matter then."

Doesn't matter? What is that supposed- were the last thoughts running through the man's mind before everything exploded into blackness.

So for a while now I have mainly been incognito when it comes to this community. What I mean by this is that I have mostly been reading stories and sometimes commenting on the ones that I really enjoy.

I think it is time I add a little bit to fimfiction myself, which is why I am announcing to anyone that reads this that one of these days I will be adding a Fallout Equestria story of my own to the site.

It's finally here! My first story! After months of working on it, I am finally going to be submitting it by the end of tonight. I'd like to thank my editor and cover artist for giving me the pep I needed to get as far as I have, and to have proof-read everything I have dumped on him.

Here's to you, Adam!