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So now, Princess Molestia + Gamer Luna is now... Gamer Molly + Lusty Luna... Huh

Well, though this does seem just a little pants on head retarded to me

I for one approve of this, for now.

Sorry this is a bit late. It kinda went over my head. I have officially been a part of FIMFiction for 1 year. 1 long year of reading writing and ponies.

I just want to thank the 40 followers and the numerous favoriters of my stories for all the words and for reading my stories.

As of now I've written 114 chapters of my main series, progressing through into a second story book in it, and have another smaller piece I'm working on in small amounts for when I have time that has, in comparison, been my most successful piece on ratings.

Keep in mind all, I'm also taking part in a collab effort for an upcoming story (if I've kept up to date with it properly) that will hopefully be submitting and publishing our first (and hopefully a few more after) chapter.

I've just got one question to ask before I'm done with this. "How's my writing been? Am I doing well or writing well to you guys?" I'm just curious about opinions from all of you who read these and are also capable of commenting.

/me is lying on the beach on the farthest western part of The Broken Neck, staring up at the empty, blue sky.

"I just... I dunno, man. I was... I was so close. I was so close to doing it... I almost did it. I almost killed her. I just...just felt so angry. All I could think about was snapping her neck or... just, stringing her up and gutting her like an animal... But, when she was right there, right in my sites, just... there... I couldn't do it... I don't know why... I just couldn't. Maybe some part of me knew not to and made me stop... I don't think I'm a good person... I'm not... I'm like... the worst... possible kind... of fucking person to exist... But something, something inside me couldn't do it... Maybe it was because she was my friend... I really don't know... She just... hates me, but I don't know if I really feel the same... Sure, everyone makes mistakes and does stupid things. I know that. But... to me, it didn't feel like much of a mistake at all... I almost feel happy about it. Happy that it happened... But she sure as hell doesn't... She hates me and my guts over it... I was an asshole to her about it... I fucked up... I wish I could go back and stop her. Stop myself... Warn myself and be like... 'Whoa there, Don. Don't be too quick to start boozing it up. You don't KNOW what kind of trouble you get yourself into, man.'... Well... Now I know...

*moves hand from behind head, gripping into packed, white sand*

Now I know exactly what the hell could've happened - Would've happened.

*Pulls up hand size clump of sand, tossing it toward the water to land with a loud 'k-THUNK'*

You know... now that she's all fucked up and stuck in that bed for a while... I feel so bad... I worry... When I brought her up into the house... I was terrified. Terrified she would die... She could've died and it would've been my fault... All of it... I just... I don't know what it is... But I actually care... I hope she gets better... And... I hope she can forgive me... You think I should try to make it up for her? Maybe get her something?... But what... Island's full of flowers... Maybe she'd like to see some of them when she next wakes up... In a nice vase with some water... Something nice and bright... Maybe something nice I could loot off one of those pirates or something I could barter for... I could always steal one of those bottles of Argentinian Wine from a pirate camp. She likes to drink. It's some nice stuff, it is... She's talked about wanting a better pistol. Something silenced and accurate. Good for stealth and shit... I could get her that... All of them, even... You think she'd like that?"

*Turns head toward the head of a dead body, buried up to it's neck. A couple of bodies hanging from the tree a few feet behind it. *

"Yeah, I think she'd like that, too... "

*turns head back toward sky*

"Especially the flowers... Hmmph... Heheh, bitches love flowers... You know what I'm gonna do?"

*turns back to head*

"I'm gonna go make her an apology basket."

*gets up, shaking off sand and spots the blood stained knife stuck out among the oncoming water*

*walks over to, stepping into water and taking by handle, pulling up from sand and looking it over*

"And I think I might just start with this."

*walks back onto main beach, standing by the head*

"You wanna know something man?... I'm glad I have someone I can talk to about this kinda shit. You're a good friend."

*Starts walking away, going further down the beach*

"Later, Chris!"

Cap'n Ob might be settin' for some new waters along the Tumblr...

After a good few weeks of break, I'm back! Sorry all for the feels and worries and lost time. I felt nervous about doing this. Kinda wondering if I was ready to go back. I kinda liked having the breathing room. But all that, it wasn't the same. I missed my friends here. I love you guys so much.

So...Here I am.

Oh, and while I was gone I did some brushing up and got some stuff done in my drawing junk.

I did this since Valentine's Day isn't too far away.

So, I present to you.

Love at First Observation

"*Sigh*...Twilight..."

Welp. I'm gonna spend this last night tearing up Pandora with one of my best buds.

Get ready people, cause tomorrow morning everything's back to the way it was!

So. If you of my Skype group have noticed, I have been absent for a while with a few odd days of presence for a short while apiece.

The reason being that I'm starting to slip and there's some stuff happening. I just wanted to make sure you all know I hadn't up and died or something.

I've spent the last few days trying to live a little more freely and I let some things slip by. Nothing bad. I just haven't been present for some things that I really should have been there for.

Anyways. It maybe a while until I have the ability to talk to anyone for a while. Like, a really long while... So. I guess I'm here to say " Bye, and hopefully I'll see you all later." I have some stuff to say to my collab and my friends here. So I'll say that and maybe some other things. I dunno. I'm writing on whim with little thought into it. Just speaking through keyboard.

Anyways. Here I go.

Jonah. You have a good, great even, head on your shoulders. You're one of the earliest friends and followers I had on this site. You are a bright and brilliant lad, and you have a lot of potential. Do good. Keep your things on track. Aspire to be the best you can be.

Carlos, that goes double for you. You're a talented writer, a great friend, and a good source of happiness in my life. And even though I act like a dick to you sometimes, I still love you like you were my little brother. My friend. You always held a smile over the roughest moments. Promise me you'll try not to over due with the ponies always. Alright? Get some air once in a while with those ponies. Be a little more outgoing. Experiment with things. Life. Take care of Twi.

Tyler. Keep on trucking and holding out. Being the other tough guy who knows his shit and has a thing for the long arm of death. Drink up and kick ass.

Steph, good luck with things and go with your head and heart. Keep being an awesome son of a bitch, alright, chips?

Ben. Thanks for always being there to talk to me. It feels odd to be the one who's always turned to and now finding myself turning to others because I didn't have the answers. But I'm glad I did. I'm happy to have been such great friends with you and have been able to talk and philosophize with someone about things. Good luck in the world. That wall is high. But you'll make it.

Reuben, like I said to BP, I act like a dick but I still care. I love you man. You're a good man and I wish I was as smart or lucky as you to be so well off and capable. You're like a son in law. I may not be all buddy buddy, but I still think you're a helluva a good guy to know and be able to call family.

Hana, I'm sorry for all the shit I have said and done and for being so melodramatic all the time. I have a habit of being a little overkill with things and I'm sorry for all that. I love you. I love you so much...When the shit was hitting the fan, I had spent my nights worrying and my days on edge for news, only to be relieved that everything was fine. You kept saying it would be fine and I just...I hesitated. I wasn't sure if I could accept that. I just couldn't be sure. What I'm trying to say is, I think about you and worry and care so much. And if things ever happen like that again, I'll listen. I've been a shitty person, a shitty friend, a shitty father like figure. I know I could've done better, but I'll try again sometime. I'm proud of how far you've gone and well you've done with things. I'll miss you, Chaya.

I'll miss you all. Every one of you. You're some of my closest friends. I want you to know that. I love you all and you'll always be the greatest group of friends I've had.

So wherever I wind up after a while, back here, or elsewhere, I guess...I'll still be thinking about how you guys are such good friends.

Whatever happens, make it something worthwhile. Live, breath, feel. Know what it means to be alive and happy. And try to remember me as not some dick whose never had the greatest outlook, or some psycho fuck who had a thing for creepy shit, or some perv who liked to share his porn with you guys. Try to remember me as a friend. A human. Like anyone else.

And before somebody jumps the gun on that last one, no, it's only when I take in a lot of red neck and douche-bag influence from some of my friends and I may also have had one or two too many beers. I can be a dick and like to say things that are mean or wrong sometimes for the weird feeling it gives. I dunno. I'm fucked up on a lot of levels. Anyways, Yeah. Mildly racist on the occasional moments of cocksucker-dom.

Since Equestrian Girls is having an OC submission thing for spots as auditions to the band (That will without a doubt be told that they might work, but they'll have to see later or that they're not interested) I spent the last 2 hours drawing my OC which is basically me, and since my human drawing skills are quite meh, it came at least somewhat cartoonic. Also, unfortunately due to the way I have to take these, it came out sideways, but photobucket might correct it, I don't know yet.

Submitted as: Conner (Observer)

EDIT: I made fucking pasty Brock Samson with a mohawk over here.