Large Update Time.

Well, it's been a while without update, so I'll give you a low down.

- I'm in a new TS, so if you wish to partake and , message me or leave a comment.
- Working on a colab with the talented Curify. Take a look at his stories, they're pretty great. I'll leave a segment of the story in this blog.
- Gotten and beaten Shovel Knight and I am in love with the game.
- Power Hour Reboot Update.
- Released a new story.

So, I don't know what to do with the reboot, I really don't. I was thinking about turning this into a colab since I dont think I can do this on my own, but I'll try to work on Chapter One sometime. Just don't know how.

Without further ado, I give you an excerpt of The Royal Snackdown:

The excitement in her sister’s voice causes Celestia to sigh. It’s time for the Royal snacking, a ritual practice long before her and her sister. Legend has itThe words of their “defined” past relatives says that those who participated in the ritual of the snacking will gain blessings from their predecessors ancestors* for their sacrifice. Luna and her have been trying for decades— no, centuries upon centuries to have the best sacrifice for their ancestors who roamed and possibly marked their hindquarters on this land. The two of them cannot possibly screw this up.

Or can they?

“Well, we could consult with our chefs…” Celestia suggests, her tone calm and collective. “They must know something about the delicacies of our past.”
Luna, however, ain’t having none of that. No siree.

“Come on!” Luna whines, drawing out the last syllable as much as she could**. “That would take forever!”

Celestia sighs once again, her mind going through several replays of Luna’s horrible whining noises. The horror...the sheer horror.

“Then what do you suggest, Miss Snacker?” Celestia rebuts, her patience beginning to wear itself down.

Luna peers at the ground, the smooth surface looking suddenly more appealing than her sister’s terrifying glare. She has never been too good at suggesting things. She always loved following through with what her sister says, because that’s how things were back then. Now, she’s finally getting the opportunity to make her own decisions…

...and she has nothing to bring to the table***.

* Really old people that are dead.
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*** She’s like that one pony that brought the napkins. Sure, she does something, but when she has to bring the silverware, she’s scared stiff. Right now, she has to bring that silverware.