It's been a full year since I started writing, give or take a month. I feel like this should mean something, but it doesn't really.

I mean, I suppose I could say that I have achieved a goal I never had along the lines of averaging more than one follower a day, which is something.

Anyway, I feel I've been very self centric with my last few blog posts, so let's open the question to you guys. How's the past year or less been for you guys on fimfic?

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/105272/a-short-honeymoon

Tag(s): Comedy, Crossover

An unlikely marriage with an unlikely honeymoon spot.

So yea, remember that League crossover I promised? Here it is, have fun.

First, Fiddle tuned to Crows is officially cancelled.  That's the bad news.

Second, I will be making a crossover story with my favorite League OTP staring as a duo on a honeymoon. This means that their personalities will be different, but will still retain some of the faucets from their old selves. It should be great fun and I'm excited to do it. Ready? Aight. here we go then.

Twilight Sparkle was still, blood seeping from a collection of scars on her back, each unique and each undeniably and utterly painful. She barely maintained consciousness as her fuzzy eyes glanced around the bars that bound her. With every breath and new surge of pain would be introduced to her, but at this point she had given up on caring about it.

It was funny. When she had first been told about such crippling depression she couldn't imagine the thought of wanting to kill oneself. But here, in this cell, she could not only imagine it, she could rationalize it. "I can't do it." She attempted to say, though it was mostly obscured by the pain that labored through her breaths.

She heard a shuffling come from a short distance away and raised her head to look through the bars. It was blurry, but after a few blinks she managed to focus her sight. The face of a familiar human gazed back at her, his face unreadable as usual. "What can't you do?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Just answer the question Twilight." He said, his voice strict and kind at the same time.

"I can't... go on." She wrestled the words out of her mouth.

"And why not?"

"I just... can't..."

"Of course you can, you're made of all the same stuff as the stronger ponies, as Celestia and Luna. You can do this easily." He said, eyeing her with his same depression-haunted face.

"The same... the same things?" He nodded, and Twilight lifted her head higher of the ground. "Y-you mean flesh and bones and stuff?" Her mind was shutting down, she could feel it.

"No, that would be stupid." He stood and began to walk away again. "I mean half a cup of impossibility, two quarts of ingenuity, and a single potent spark of madness."

((I can smell the cheese that's melting off the words from across the dimensional rift that separates me from my stories. (Which is thin due to George's little move)

I think I've probably shared this one before, but I just made a whole jump in it of 'things making sense' proportion, so pardon me if you get a little deja vu out this.

Most Pegasi are magicial incarnations of weather. Rainbow Dash is a rainbow, Fluttershy is Fog, Scootaloo is rain. Now the important thing to note here is Scootaloo. Rain leads to a rainbow, such to the point of wanting to become it. Also, Rain only falls without outside interference.  Explaining why she can't fly.

Yea, it has a lot of holes. Look how much I care.

Four hundred. Now that's something else. To think that four hundred individuals follow me, look forward to MY writing. I can't even comprehend it really...

Thank you. All of you. For following me. I'm sorry about all the delays and unfinished stories you've had to suffer through.  I'm glad you enjoy the stories that I've put out and I look forward to many more.

Now I'd like to say that I have a synchtube session set up, but it seems that synchtube has gone down.

So, I suppose, the best thing I can do right now is give you a link to a youtube playlist of a terry pratchett film.

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFC1F02E2D2347BEB

Happy Hogswatch.

“And no one understands!” He shouted, wheeling around to face Twilight. “Everyone thinks they do, but they don’t!” His eyes danced with rage and Twilight had the urge to do nothing but back away from the mad man shouting at her. “The whole of eternity is pointless and no one can even see it! Whether or not there is a god it doesn’t matter! Even if I die and there’s a god and he looks at me and says ‘you didn’t do very well.’ Do you know what I’d do? I would spit in his everliving face for being such a twat for creating humanity to begin with!”

“Everyone says sentience is a blessing but it isn’t! Sentience is a curse! Every morning when I wake up and look at the vast expanse of life I feel nothing but the desire to shout at the top of my lungs ‘Existence is Hell!’ ‘Existence is a plague!’. Everything sucks and even the wisest men pretend it doesn’t. The fools are ignorant and the wise are liars and in the end when we’re all gone nothing will be better!” He breathed heavily, Twilight gazing at the man with apprehension. Eventually he smiled crookedly, like a jester who realized that the entire world was a joke. “But I never answered your question...” He straightened his posture, realigned his clothes, ran his hand through his hair to put it back in order, but never did that manic grin leave his face.

“A villain is the man who looks out into the world and decides he wants to control it, in some aspect or another. In that respect... I’m not at all a villain. I merely want the world to end.”

“The Librarian considered matters for a while. So…a dwarf and a troll. He preferred both species to humans. For one thing, neither of them were great readers. The Librarian was, of course, very much in favor of reading in general, but readers in particular got on his nerves. There was something, well, sacrilegious about the way they kept taking books off the shelves and wearing out the words by reading them. He liked people who loved and respected books, and the best way to do that, in the Librarian’s opinion, was to leave them on the shelves where Nature intended them to be.”

― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

There wouldn't be any greater plan. There wouldn't be any gods, we would all just be equal with each other. No need for food or water or anything. For all eternity. Just visit all the places on earth, break free of gravity and take a jog through the stars.

*sigh*

Idealistic dreams, I know. But if I'm allowed to have blind hope in something, I have blind hope in that.

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/54986/gear-simple

Alright ladies and gentlemen, I'm reviving Gear Simple. I won't be putting out a chapter two for a bit (naturally) but I'm improving the best piece of writing I ever wrote and then I'm going to send it into EQD and their going to love it or I'll shove it down their throats. (Not a word from you Shira)

This blog post is, in essence, a signal boost for Gear Simple, as I feel it deserves it. If you haven't read it, then read it. If you've read it, then read it again.  And above all tell me any tiny thing that you feel needs mentioning to me. I want this thing to be the most perfect story I've ever written and I can't do it without you. I know someone out there will have far too much fun tearing my story to pieces, I want you here, now.

Am I understood? Critisism, I want it. I will get one of my stories on EQD no matter what the cost. Ready readers? Steady... GO!