Wheatley, You Moron: The Second Unnecessary Sequel · 11:20pm Aug 27th, 2013
Well, haven't had one of these in a while.
These types of entries occur when something disrupts my writing, usually self-inflicted by some means. I'm sick, and fate has a strange sense of humor because the same thing happened at the exact same time last year. Just when I dumped out 20,000 words. You know what, Fate? You can join technology on my shit list.
I got the flu of some kind. Fatigue, chills, loss of appetite, aversion to light. My usual list of symptoms. It kinda feels weird to be wrapped in a blanket in 80 degree heat. Ugh, and just when I was on a roll in both At the End and 13 Days of Nightmare Night. Yeah, that's a Halloween story I have been working on. Here's a taste of things to come for both, as I am not sure when I will be well enough to write.
13 Days of Nightmare Night
Mad.
They call me mad.
Perhaps I am mad. If I am, does knowing that fact decrease my madness or enforce it? I don’t know anymore. Regardless of that, it constitutes little in the grand scheme of things. My dame once told me that the mind is what it believes. If I believe I am mad, than I am already lost. What I am matters little. What I believe is what matters greatly.
It is only in these rare moments under the night mother’s moonlight streaming through my barred window I can confide in my friend with her comforting parchment pages and a stolen pen. I had long learned to abide by a semi-normal sleeping schedule in order to avoid my tormentor’s ire. As long as I am a well-behaved mare and respect their madness, they leave me alone at night. Often enough I can see them patrolling this prison. I don’t know why they expect such danger from us.
At the End
The midnight moon shined through the clouds from on high. It was enough light for Night Guards to maneuver through the garrison with easy, especially with the flickering torchlight for those less proficient in the dark. Princess Luna, Captain Hawk, and First Lieutenant Lightning Chaser stood at the forefront of a tent swarmed with Night Guards, Royal Guardponies, and the occasional magus.
The princess, being easily a head taller than everypony else, caught the attention of Professor Incantus and Second Lieutenant Skylar. The pair approached the group. “Highness,” they said together in a formal greeting and bowed.
“Rise and report.”
Skylar was first. He had taken the time to gather his armor and looked well, but as it was the cusp of midnight, he looked dead on his hooves. “Sergeant Jetstream is missing, Highness.” He wheezed a laugh. “We’ve set up a ten kilometer grid and are expanding in concentric circles after every pass. His bunkmate was the last to see him and reported he left Jetstream alone at eighteen thirty hundred hours.”
The pair walked through many milling guards. They parted around Luna by an unspoken command and allowed her to approach a scullery maid being interrogated by a soldier bearing the rank of captain.
“The maid here,” Skylar jerked his head to the pony in question, “claims to have been sitting outside the adjacent tent until nineteen thirty hundred hours before leaving. She claims to have been... er, “looking for a roll in the hay” as the soldiers came and went. According to her, Jetstream never left the tent for as long as she was present.”
Her interrogator left the mare. She eyed his rump as he left and licked her lips. Luna caught a whiff of an unmistakable spicy and musky scent. “Make sure this mare is discharged until her state of mind is no longer addled by carnal needs, second lieutenant. Can her testament be trusted?”
“I have no justifiable reason to doubt her. She kept a notebook with a few fantasies concerning the soldiers as well as some of their schedules. Her details, however hormonally misguided, are accurate. She even recorded the time she noticed the sergeant’s door was locked shut from the inside.”
Sorry to hear you're sick man :/
Just drink water like it's going out of style and take like 1000mg of vitamin C a day.
It's pretty much guaranteed to run that flu out of town like some spaghetti western bandit gang.
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It just kinda blows. I was making awesome progress on the Halloween story, and now I'm too sick to write. I really liked where it was going.
Oh hey now you're sick! I was sick just for the last 5 days and still kinda a bit am. And even pretty much the same symptoms!
Also, I hope that mare ain't after 2 meters tall and one meter wide human like beings, cause our mining friend may feel a bit awkward if that happens...
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He only has eyes for Ambrosia.
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Phew... that was good to know, for him of course.
Dude, that sucks. I myself have a funny nose and swollen glands, but I'm hoping its not what I think it is.
Anyway, hope you get better, and can't wait for future updates.
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Yeah. A mare in heat might be a bit of a handful. Considering I've just finished reading Gentlemen for Mares, that's saying something. That poor miner wouldn't have a clue what to do as she jumped his bones.
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Oh you read that too! Yea Miner would need that Potion of Strength FAST xD
Or maybe Potion of Invisibility... so he wouldn't have to bother even experiencing the horrifying rape.
That brings a question up actually... Is he gonna make any potions at any point? ...weeeell I know Nether Wart might be hard to obtain but in some other way maybe???
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He still has the Potion of Swiftness from way back. He can't make new ones unless he goes into the Nether. Will he? Well...
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You just cockblocked that so hard xD
And nice to remember he still has that potion. Will be interesting to see when he's gonna use it...
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A Potion of Swiftness might be useful when bumping uglies.
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Might be over a bit too fast though >:)
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oh my god
I don't even
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I know >:D