A Madman's State of Affairs: Or, Yes, I Am Indeed... · 12:39am May 12th, 2015
Yay for conveniently placed videos! Anyways, yes everyponybody, I am indeed still alive and present on this site! I know that you have all been worried sick about m-
Who are you again?
Har de har har, very funny. Now, as I was saying, I have been gine for a while, and I can explain! You see, as some of you may or many not know, I have an account over on baseline Fanfiction.net, and I am currently writing the THIRD most favourited story- in the Destiny fanfiction section.
I've checked, yes, that means my story is more liked than the actual story to Destiny. WOO-HOO, SUCK IT, BUNGIE!!
I've also been trying out to make some topics in the roleplay forumsover on Derpibooru, in inspiration to make stories here- case in point, 'A Grim Night At Gloomy Manor', a horror story with sex (I probably shouldn't have the CMC waking about in there...), blood and show accurate(ish) characters!
Sounds good, right?
Well, that's what it's supposed to be. Instead we have racism,
madmanwithakeyboard: people who rp like this *grumbles various agry curses underneath his breath*,
And FIVE FUCKING PAGES OF ABSOLUTELY NOTHING SUBSTANTIAL WHATSOEVER.
Also, a green-black unicorn gunsmith assassin with a spooky past- and somekne got butthurt for not having their bright blue dragonpony named Artemis, who personally knows Luna, for not getting into the topic.
Me when Roleplaying on Derpibooru
Well, on the bright side, at least my story has became more popular, right?
No, not really. Over the few months it's been up, it's gone from 25 likes to 40- and not a single fucking comment, the things I actually care to see because they actually give me something.
I am still working on it though, don't worry, I've just smacked headfirst into a wall of writers block
Also, for anybody who cares, my relevant thoughts on things that have affected this fandom (case in point, the Drawsponies debacle):
But seriously, Drawsponies was getting paid for all that? Really?
And that's about it- oh, also, in a few weeks, I'm going to be permanently gone from my deadbeat social worker that I have never told you guys about- he picks me up, takes me t his office, and than makes me cook stuff even though he's supposed to teach me how to cook things ("Oh Madman, what do yu want to cook?" "Well, what do you think we should make?" "I don't know, that's why I'm asking you." "I don't think this is how you're supposed to teach."), and regularly gloats about his son's rubgy career (oh, yeah he's been to Romania, cool. Can we g- of course we have to watch his flight go to Germany in real time... Welp, there goes the trip to the library).
Can't say I'm gonna miss him.
And now I should probably get back to writing the first chapter to a secret project story I'm writing, because
3063623 i explained jn the blogpost. Ever thursday, he comes over to my house, picks me up, drives me to his office, we cook up something and than dick around for a bit.
The irony is that he's supposed to be teaching me how to tcook things, but any time I say "what do you think we should make", he seems dissappointed in me- as if forgetting he is supposed to teach me how to cook things.
And again, come this summer, I ainmt going with him anymore.