If you are following me because of The Numbers, then you may want to read this...
The Numbers is going to be kind of in the dark for the next couple of weeks/months. The reason is because I need a shit-ton of time to type these chapters out. After I'm done with #12, I'm going to be taking a small break because I don't want to burn myself out again.
Are you familiar with the story that I published? Fireflies?
Well...I completely reread it and...what have I fucking created? Chapter 1 is still in the works, though. So...basically, Chapter 0-1 will be unpublished and the rating will be changed.
I've been typing since I got home from school. What have I been typing? Well, the answer is simple: I'm typing up yet another story.
I'm going to surprise you guys with this one. I hope you guys will like it. It'll be published here soon. When I say "soon", I mean it might be published in either a couple days or in a week. I don't know.
Daniel I know you're getting burned out by the assholes at work and your meddlesome roommates and your dictatorial family and Stacy's live-streaming consciousness and your computer breaking and everyone spamming your phone with birthday texts, but you really ought to go by and um, finish the rest of this story like, as soon as possible. 'cause here I was waiting patiently for the next part of the story and then all of a sudden the other day I read this post that you are taking a break. and I was like, Dude. what the fuck?! K. I've been losing sleep for the past month worrying if Twily is suffering from postpartum depression over the loss of her unicorniness and if she's like, going to just get over herself or do something more drastic like brandish a knife or fly into a window. Which, would be pret-ty fucked up if you think about it. So for god's sakes, before the Adobe Master collection shows up, ah, please just finish the damn story. Personally I'd like to see an ending where she takes a gun and saves everypony.
Daniel I know you're getting burned out by the assholes at work and your meddlesome roommates and your dictatorial family and Stacy's live-streaming consciousness and your computer breaking and everyone spamming your phone with birthday texts, but you really ought to go by and um, finish the rest of this story like, as soon as possible. 'cause here I was waiting patiently for the next part of the story and then all of a sudden the other day I read this post that you are taking a break. and I was like, Dude. what the fuck?! K. I've been losing sleep for the past month worrying if Twily is suffering from postpartum depression over the loss of her unicorniness and if she's like, going to just get over herself or do something more drastic like brandish a knife or fly into a window. Which, would be pret-ty fucked up if you think about it. So for god's sakes, before the Adobe Master collection shows up, ah, please just finish the damn story. Personally I'd like to see an ending where she takes a gun and saves everypony.
P.S. I am also antiTwilicorn
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You really need to chill out. I'll finish the story.