This is probably going to be all over the place, just bear with me.

As you may or may not know, my dad and I never really got along. He never approved my "homosexual lifestyle choice" or most of the things I liked. He was hardly around, always working to put food on the table and keep a roof over our head. We did do a bit of father son time, he taught me how to fish, hike, camp, shoot, fix stuff and play baseball. All those stereotypical man things.

Over the years, I've tried to make him proud, never succeeding. Even when I was in the army, he'd chastise me for not having done ranger school, or airborne or becoming an NCO. No matter what it was, it wasnt fast or good enough to be up to par. So I broke ties with him not too long after coming back from Afghanistan. After his motorcycle accident, I tried again only to be rebuffed once more. I got out shortly after and returned to find him completly detached from logical thought. He'd ban my friends from coming over, popcorn, noise and tried to impose an 8 o'clock bed time on a household full of 17 yo+ people enrolled in high school and college.

My mom doesnt know this and I will keep this secret from her until I die, but I saw my dad hanging from the garage ceiling. I never even saw him cry or do much more than swear when he injured himself. I knew he would die soon due to seizures but to have committed suicide? He was tough, thought he'd make it to the end naturally no matter what. And by hanging... thinking about how terrifying that must have been for that minute or so. I cant help but wonder if maybe he regretted it near the end or if he pushed through it... Seeing that death also seems to have brought back the rest of my PTSD. I cant fucking deal with much right now.

The night he went to do it he kept ushering us to bed. Looking through his phone, it seems to have been a week or two in planning.

My sister just turned 18 and graduates tomorrow. Her dad wont be there. This sunday is fathers day, so I keep hearing about dad shit on the radio and at every fucking store. I'll be the one to walk my sisters down the aisle, and he'll never meet a single one of my boyfriends. I'd drink, but I dont do that shit when/if I'm depressed.

That's pretty much how Im doing. I fucking gotta go do something else, 'fore this overwhelms me.

This morning we found my dad had hung himself in the garage. Everything is going to be delayed more than usual, sorry.

Remeber like two days ago I announced that I was making a microlite20 for TCB? Well its ready I'll be trying to get this fucker tested next weekend, but hey, if you can play it sooner than great! It is just the core rules and lacks a bestiary although it has quick monster creation rules.

Busted my ass on this, it sits at over 11k and 35 pages. Most of that is classes and such.

So yeah, whats up?

As a fan of the MLP:FiM d10 Lite RPG, and TCB I have long wanted a system conducive to both the roleplaying necessary to sell it and a system that can work the unique blend of future tech and medieval arms in combat. So if you want to play a HLF cyborg and make a campaign to eliminate celestia or the PER or something, this will work for that.

I've also enable comments and suggestions are welcome.

You can find it here, the races and general rolling are the only things really done.

I plan to include setting adjustments for Wackyverse, scorched earth and maybe even cloudyverse. Of course, you can always homerule your own shit if I dont have shit you want.

Also, while I'm at it, there is an event for TCB this weekend.

Turned 22 yesterday.

I celebrated the Irish way: Ciggarettes, Whiskey, Domestic Violence and cake.

Look at this fucking cake though, its baller.

Fuckin' Caketavia brah. Perks of having both a brony and aspiring baker as a sister.

Come on in, take a seat, pour yourself a beverage. It’s a party, but not in a traditional sense, a more of quiet observation as we dwell on the past. There’s plenty of whiskey, cigars and lounge chairs here. More than enough for everybody. All settled? Good, I’d like to begin.

We gather here today to celebrate An Azure Future turning two years old and all the things it means. While not my first foray into writing by a longshot, nor even fanfiction, it is the first novel length story I have produced. Furthermore, to The Conversion Bureau community, it was one of its first stories and helped found what TCB is today. An extension of this is that it is also two years to the day of me being an active member of TCB. It has brought laughter and joy to many, yet the reader becomes attached to the characters and the “heavier scenes” bear weight due to it. It has received high praise from most who read it, Chatoyance said that a mere thousand of my words equivalised ten thousand of hers. Many list it as the first TCB they enjoyed and even more say it was the first fanfiction to make them truly laugh. It is also the second highest rated TCB fic, just behind Last Man Standing.

Now I would like to briefly list the achievements made elsewhere. I created the PER, one of the two most common groups in all of TCB. I Created the Dressclubs, which Chatoyance, Anonsi, Cloudhammer and more have utilized. I have ran thirteen events, varying in success and a few of which have spawned spectacular stories. I have given encouragement and advice to those who needed or requested it.

Now, now, I’m not just going to toot my own horn while I’m up here. I’m where I am due to a fair bit of luck, arriving early, and help from others. First, to my main inspiration, Windchaser. Your Last Man Standing lead me to believe that fanficition can be something more and drove me to write. You can still see where I draw from LMS to this day. To BillyColt, for driving me to write in the first place. To Erac, for being the first person I not only inspired, but the first one who really believed in what I had. To everyone who’s ever used the PER, for making my dream of affecting TCB “canon” come true. To everyone who’s participated in an event, for writing what I could not.

You can find the original An Azure Future over there by the wall and next to it, it’s sequel Moving On. If you were to look, you’d see about eleven thousand new words on the former. I hope to have Moving on finished in the next year, but I am looking for employment and am a full time student at the moment so you know how it goes.

There is plenty more for Moving On planned, I want at least three fillyfriends, the fourth or one of the three becoming his wife. I plan some betrayal, inclusion of changelings and re-emergence of humans and yet another HLF off shoot. I also want to eventually write a pre-quel for Catherine, Azure, Grey Crusader, Napalm, and maybe even Patchwork because various people took interest in her. However, I have a non-TCB Gryphon fic planned and a very, VERY special crossover that none have ever seen before, nor ever will again. I may just start the that second one sooner than later, just to get it out there.

Regardless, I have one last person to thank, you, my readers for giving me feedback, thumbs, watches, and just for reading. So enjoy the festivities, read if ya haven’t, and re-read if ya have. Comments are always welcome, and if you ever want a cameo, just ask.

Thank you,

        Krass McWriter.

This sunday I will be updating Moving On.

Nothing short of a 24h blackout can stop me, as the chapter is finished and even slightly edited.

Now you may wonder, "Why are you waiting to post them? You never do." The answer is simply because this sunday marks two years from the day I first started typing An Azure Future. Now, I will not be getting sentimental here, that will come in a post I will be making sunday. But I have been writing for over two years and that means so has BillyColt so here's to us mate!

Here's a preview for you guys:

Its about 11000 words.

I drink because it makes the pain go away and is cheaper than a real prescription.

Whats up bitches

You can find it here

You really oughta read it.