Essentially what the title states. I got dared to write something. Something that's quite frankly horrible. Something that should never have been intermingled with My Little Pony. Something that makes me sick to a great extent of the individual who suggested the prompt to me. It involved the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Vinyl Scratch (Or 'DJ P0N-3' to some selective people), and a stick.

Still didn't stop me from writing it, though.

Enjoy your creepy (and idiotic) tale.

Password is: Regret

As you could read from the title, I am indeed getting surgery. Tommorow, in fact. It's going to be some little thirty-minute endeavor to improve my quote-unquote "medically blind" right eye by tightening/loosening up some muscles in my eye. Yummy. Told me to get glasses, that I need to actually see, blah blah blah. In actuality, I'm just extremely near-sighted, but whatever. The reason why I'm posting this, is for two reasons.

One, is that I'm trying to get sympathy-- I mean, I'm trying to let people know what's going on for WTIN's sake.

Two, is that WTIN will get lots of work done upon it (since the surgery denies any Martial Arts for two weeks, and Martial Arts dominates a lot of my writing time-frame). So, yay! Consider the date of release, bumped up (to whatever day I'll get around to finishing and posting)!

See you all later, and while I'm thinking about it; throw some comments on here about WTIN, and possibly what/where you may want to happen. If you're uncomfortable with the idea, feel free to PM it to me. This fiction is under my jurisdiction, but that does not mean I cannot use the thoughts of the people to positively influence WTIN. Villains, locations, events; whatever. Give me some.

Arrivederci.

Ello, watchers and possible stalkers. This little thing is being written in the late hours to address some things (mostly due to me being unable to let them leave my mind). First off, I am quite sorry for my tardiness. The holidays slammed into me full-force, basically destroying any chance of finishing the editing for the first-half of the Revisions for WTIN while on my Winter Break.

It's a difficult process. While rooting through my files, it appeared that during a session I may had forgotten to save... it cost me a decent amount. So, rewriting the lost Revision is being done. Since people may or may not care, the current size of the first half is now definitely over thirty-thousand words. Oh yeah, I went on tangents during those chapters. They needed them anyway.

So! Moving onto the real reason why this blog is being made. I am just saying that it's been a long year here at FimFiction, and I've enjoyed it immensely. I'm certainly a slow-writer, but what I write is usually set in stone. Don't know why, but it's just how my mind works. Anyway, I must depart. Sleep calls for me, as well as academics tommorow.

TL;DR: Lost some shit, recovering. Expecting postage within the next seven days. Your bodies will not be ready. And I make excuses.

Cheers!

Editorial Note (Shadow Horizons): Seven days? SEVEN DAYS?! Damn right seven days. You all remember how WTIN was way back when? Remember them dragging you in for the ride? Well. It's coming back, better than before. That's right bitches. It's big. It's awesome. It's better. Prepare yourselves.

Today is an interesting day. For today is the day I alert you to the Progress of the Revisions. Now, I don't know if anyone else knows this, but I am dividing the Revisions into two halves. Why? Because if I was to hold all those rewrites until I finished all of them, you wouldn't see me for quite a long while. Therefore, Revisions for Chapters One-Five will be the first half, and Six-Fourteen shall be the second released half.

Since I am contradictory to my namesake, I planned for this using intellect. While I had taken the beginning chapters to freshen them up, I left my ever-impressive Editor-In-Chief to try his take on the Big Changes. Don't worry, I'm making sure he doesn't write, say, or do anything I wouldn't have agreed and considered myself. Anyway, you don't care about that: you want statistics, don't you? Well, I can oblige to a degree.

First Revisions (One-Five): 17.1 thousand words done. And I'm not even done yet. Plus, we just finished editing the Revision for Chapter One today. There will most likely be some extra thousand words as I re-examine my work during Editing.

Second Revisions (Six-Fourteen): 9.5 thousand words done. Not as much, but he's really just trying to give me a new perspective on my major error that caused this cleansing in the first place.

Chapter Twenty-Four: ??? words done. There is however a Teaser that Shadow (my editor) wrote. I looked it over, thought it interesting, and decided to place it here to show how I'm still making headway on newer things. Let the Teaser commence:

Silence filled the ruined audience chamber. Tapestries hung in tatters, their edges frayed and burnt from the magical energies unleashed in the devastating battle. The twin thrones, one of gold and one of obsidian lay in shattered pieces. Pieces of the ceiling were missing, and the once famed stained glass windows that had lined the hall were shattered into an impossible puzzle.

There had been nopony to bear witness to a duel that would live on in legend. The only two who witnessed it firsthand were now separated from one another. To the victor went the ruined castle. To the loser, went an eternity imprisoned within the cold stone of the moon that slowly dipped below the horizon.

Tears flowed freely from the alabaster-coated victor. At her hooves lay six orb-shaped gemstones in a perfect circle. Nothing more than baubles in the mare’s eyes. Their beauty couldn’t match that of the sister she had sealed in the moon.

“I’m so sorry, Luna,” she whispered. Her voice cracked as she fought against a fresh wave of tears. “I’m so sorry I didn’t pay attention. I didn’t know this would happen. I didn’t know.”

Celestia hung her head once more and stared at her golden-covered hooves. If only she had been a better sister. If only she had seen the signs. Then Luna wouldn’t be… She wouldn’t…

She barely took notice that the moon outside had been set as her sun rose into the first dawn in three days since Nightmare Moon had refused to lower the moon and end the night. An alicorn stallion, with a coat the color of freshly fallen ash, and a mane and tail like emerald Hellfire released the magic he had used to set the cycle of night and day back into order and turned to face the broken-hearted princess.

“Celestia,” his voice was full of concern, compassion, and sorrow, “This is all my fault. I should’ve found another way.”

Celestia tried to say something to comfort her oldest friend, but only managed to let out a strangled sob. She barely had time to rise to her hooves before he was by her side, his wings gently wrapping her in a comforting embrace. The floodgates broke open and the princess of the sun buried her head into her friends’ mane, allowing the tears she had been attempting to hold back to fall unabated.

“It’s okay,” he whispered softly. “You shouldn't be ashamed to cry.”

“I-I couldn’t do anything,” Celestia sobbed. “My sister. Luna… She’s gone now. What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know,” her friend said sadly. “I wish I fully understood how the Elements work. Then I could have prevented this. I could have ensured that Nightmare would have been purged from Luna, instead of having both of them sealed away.”

Celestia slowly backed away from the stallion, gazing pleadingly into his eyes. “You’re the one who led Luna and I to the Elements, and you taught us how to use them to defeat Discord,” she said, wiping her eyes on the side of her foreleg. “If anypony can do something to save my sister, it’s you.”

“Celestia-” the stallion began, but the princess cut him off.

“There has to be!” She shouted. “I’ll make a deal with you. That’s how your magic works, right? By making deals with others?”

“And?”

“And that means that you have to keep your end of the deal, which means you can be given the power to do virtually anything, right?” Celestia continued, still giving the stallion a pleading look. “Please. Make a deal with me.”

“Just because deals power my magic, doesn’t mean I can free Luna,” the stallion explained, glancing out of a shattered window where the last curve of the moon could be seen vanishing beyond the horizon. Then his ears perked up, and hopeful expression crossed his face. “But, I might be able to weaken the binding spell. Reduce her sentence, as it were. Rather than an eternity of imprisonment in the moon, I might be able to shorten it to five thousand… no. A thousand years.” The stallion began to pace back and forth, his eyes fixated on the ground as he lost himself in thought.

“What do I have to do?” Celestia asked, hope creeping into her voice for the first time in days. “What has to be my end of the bargain?”

“The Elements,” the stallion realized. “You have to give up your connection to the Elements. Luna lost her connection when Nightmare took over. And without Luna, the Elements will slowly become nothing more than colorful stones, powerless, and forever unable to help us undo the seal.” His horn lit up with an emerald-green light and a scroll and quill appeared before Celestia.

“Sign the scroll,” he explained. “And give the Elements to me to place in a secure location where nopony, save the next true Wielders of Harmony will ever be able to find them. And by relinquishing the power of the Elements, you allow me to shorten the sentence of Nightmare Moon’s imprisonment to one thousand years. That should give me enough time to find a way to permanently seal Nightmare Moon away, while freeing your sister.”

Celestia didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Her golden-aura of magic grabbed hold of the quill and signed her name at the bottom of the scroll, which promptly vanished in a puff of smoke.

The stallion floated into the air, lifted up as he was bathed in an emerald green light. The Elements slowly lost their color beneath him, and turned into chunks of stone. A second flash of light later, and the Elements rested on a stone dais in the heart of the room, looking no different than some modern art piece.

“Take your subjects and flee this part of your kingdom, Celestia,” the stallion said. “I will turn the surrounding land into the Element’s keep, where nopony will dare tread, until those who are destined to wield the Elements can be found.”

“And what about Luna?” Celestia asked. “How will I know when she is free from the moon?” In response, four twinkling lights as beautiful as the stars appeared around her, circling three times before flying off into the sky above.

“On the longest day of the thousandth year, the stars shall aid in her escape,” the stallion said, giving Celestia a caring smile. “Now, go, my friend. I’d rather you and your subjects be as far away as possible for what is about to happen.”

Celestia nodded and took wing, sailing up into the air with the intent to leave. However, she turned back long enough to embrace the stallion in a hug.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I would have done without you, Shadow.”

Eeyup, I finished the game. In a week. Not the best time, but I had taken it slow and wanted to truly absorb what was happening. Now, I know many people could give less than two shits, but I'm making this as a sort of reference for those wanting to get the game. Why? Because...

All that glitters, is not gold.

Let's set this straight before the newcomers' eyes widen in fright and call me a heretic for saying that AC: III isn't anything less than perfect. To be honest, AC: III is an excellent game. One that'd kick ass in this gaming market. The only problem, which breaks into several sub-problems, is that it doesn't make the true cut of being the sequel we've been waiting for.

1. Glitches: These motherfuckers are loaded all over and throughout this addition. Some missions aren't popping up, certain shops/upgrades stop functioning, several reports have come in about missing DLC (including me, fucking Mayan Ruins...); the shit that shouldn't be happening. I had played the other installments on their launch days, and I tell you right now that none of them were as horrendous with their errors than AC: III.

2. Bland Personality: This is directed towards Connor. Compared to Ezio (or any average Joe capable of emotions), Connor is a damn cardboard cut-out of an Assassin. His VA is fine, but my problem isn't there. My problem with Connor is the fact that almost NO emotions are shown through this entire game. Always with the straight-face, and unimaginative attitude. It could be that this response is due to trying to make the game more serious, but come on; Ezio was likable for being both sides of the blade (easy-going, and serious). That's really why people enjoyed him so much. Connor... well, he doesn't have that. At all. Even Haytham Kenway establishes a better personality in his first mission when you briefly play him that the ENTIRE game where you play Connor.

3. Constraints: In other words, those stupid full-sync requirements. They should burn. I'm not joking, for whoever made those should rethink their priorities. If I have to reload an entire mission ONE MORE TIME, because apparently Connor didn't shove anyone during some of his chases, I'm going to punch something. Do yourself a favour, and just ignore as many of those as possible. It's not worth it.

4. Ending: Not being spoiler-inducing, but the ending is shit. On both accounts. Be wary when you start Sequence Eleven, because after that it drops horribly far in quality. But at least the Desmond missions before that point are good.

Overall, like I said: Good game, but higher expectations were set. If you want to buy it, I recommend it. Just... don't think it'll be the perfect gem like it portrayed. Oh! And some elements of the game will be incorporated into WTIN! Might as well, after all. Plus, it gives you a guarantee and a partial reason why this wasn't a complete waste of both your time and my own. Farewell, and may the Father of Understanding-

I mean... Vittoria per gli Assassini?

    Oh yeah, you read that right. Currently installing the Benedict Arnold Missions since I'm PS3, so I decided to just go write a blog! Why? Because I can, and the adrenaline coursing through me is so great I can't control myself. So, expect any hope of getting a fraction of writing done to be quite low as I go to town on this game. Farewell Ezio Auditore da Firenze, hello Connor Kenway!

I'll post my first thoughts on it tommorow. Oh, and if you value your life... you best stay back with your spoilers. See you later, my trackers who brought this fate of pointless blogs unto themselves.

Today, I was alerted that chapters were posted on my story. Confused, I accessed my account and discovered the incident. After going through it, I instantly recognized the typing style and confronted him. He was one of my now ex-friends, who decided it would be humorous to go onto my story and post shit. I sincerely apologize that he did this, and I hope that this does not change your opinion. This was not me in any shape, way, or form that posted the 'stoned' chapters.

Then, I discovered a second culprit. The one who ratted me and acquired the password. It has been changed, and hopefully with the right sources, this will cease. I once again apologize if through some twisted way you enjoyed what he wrote, but I will not have that shit plaguing my serious work.

Arrivederci.

I figured that today is a good of a day as any to post this blog. Why? To address a few things, and to get some things out into the open. It'll touch on the subjects of my current editing, a few story plans that may or may not pull through, and to give me pats on the back for supposed achievements. Let's begin, shall we?

1. Edits have been... tedious. Looking over what I've written, the way I wrote it and all the lost potential makes me ill. Several bits felt rushed, yet at the same time didn't. This sent me into a state of limbo for the majority of the time between my last chapter to now. As such, my edits are going to be major. I'm hitting all the chapters before the Crossover. I'm going to rewrite the shit outta them. I'm going to add completely new scenes that would've been added anyway before I decided 'to hell with it, rewrite ALL the chapters before Cross'. Hopefully, they will retain many features and a couple of events people enjoyed (saying it right now, Crushing Canterlot is still in. Not going the same route with it, though). And then some. A time limit has not been made, but I hope you'll bare with me.

2. A couple of ideas had been spoken with between me, my editor Shadow Horizons, and even a little with SovietBacon. All of them being exceptionally better than what I planned for my story to go. For example, I didn't even have a non-canon villain planned until Shadow came along and made his own persona for me. So this little bit is half nodding towards his badass self, and half me writing some plausible ideas for the future.

2a. Introducing other Editors/Manipulators.

2b. Lowering the capability of the Editor. (will still be OP, but with some limits to work with).

2c. A bunch of other junk.

3. And now, I will be thanking the Academy for a few things I've gotten pretty recently.

Achievement Get: "I Spy: Point-Nine" (Acquire Forty-Five Watchers.)

Achievement Get: "At First Glance" (Have Two-Thousand Views For First Chapter.)

Achievement Get: "The Odds Are Forever In Your Favour" (Have One-Hundred and Fifty Votes, With The Majority Positive.)

That is all.

Hey. People. Guess what?

Starbrought.

The collaboration is up. Read it. Now. Not joking. As for 'WTIN', work is being made. Edits are a lot harder than you'd think.

So, after nearly two months of dicking around and working on my grades (awaiting the report, but I think I'll be fine), WTIN finally got its update. And it's one hell of a doozy, and that's not considering its ten-thousand word count.

A few things I would like to address concerning not only this story, but others as well:

1. WTIN will be acquiring editing for the arc in between Chapter Six through Chapter Thirteen. It's not major, but it'll be worth a re-read. I would disclose further information, but I think that ruins the surprise of seeing what was changed.

2. This number relates to the end of the posted chapter. If you somehow read this before that, go ahead and read it now.

Really, go ahead. I'll wait.

Good? Great.

So... it would seem that most people think that the character with silver eyes at the end is the Master from Doctor Who. Question then: Do any of you really think that a Timelord could be Storm's equal and make him genuinely afraid?

Just go ahead and mull that over in your head...

3. A bit of info regarding fiction outside of WTIN:

> I believe I should be able to produce the first chapter of my idea for the crossover in about early-July. Bit of a gap, but my focus is being directed towards WTIN and the next bulletin.

> I'm in a actual collaboration between two friends of mine (Soviet and Shadow), planning and writing a HiE Epic. We're trying to make it as original as possible with what genre we're working with, but I guarantee we'll try our damned best to make sure it's of the highest quality. Should be out by late-June, very early-July.

So yeah, there you go. I'm expecting that WTIN's next chapter will be out in say two weeks time? Don't worry, I've procrastinated enough for the summer. Time to start busting my nuts for a hobby, eh?