Going to begin posting soon

Alright!
No followers (Save an affiliate of mine).
No friends as of yet.
No name.

Time to change that!
I've been writing on and off for the past couple of months, even since before making this account. Not all my stories were completed, or meant for FiMfiction, but some were. as of this moment, I'm hard at work finalizing changes to the first chapters of my intended flagship story, which will bear all my hopes and dreams relating to achieving fame within the brony community. I don't expect anyone to actually see this till I get my story up there, but I don't mind. For now, here's a little taste of what I can do.

A friend asked me what ponies have done for me since joining the fandom. He did this over facebook, where my profile picture is none other than that of the the magnificent Discord. Rather than give a straight answer, I decided to role play a bit, making use of the poetry that I so often scorn to create something enjoyable to read. Here it is:

***
Ponies?
Those insufferable creatures
So intent on their flights of fancy and unrelenting quest to bring 'love' And 'tolerance'
To all aspects of their short lives?
What have they done for me?

Many things;
Some good,
Some bad.
They've entertained me.
They've given me something to play with when I get bored.
They've rejected me.
They encased me in stone for millennia.

Ah yes, ponies...
Annoying, ignorant,
Short-sighted mortals.
I tried to bring them a world of fun and randomness.
A world where
Each burning second
Would be the harbinger of a greater thrill
Than the last.
A world where
Nopony
Would ever get bored
Or
Accustomed to a set rut of life.

I tried to bring them sweet, glorious
Chaos.

They didn't like that.
Their precious Princesses... Did not like that in the slightest.
Their beloved leaders hated me,
And so the race followed suit.
They called me a villain,
A monster,
A fiend.
And they made me suffer for my efforts.

So, what have ponies done for me?
What have they given me back
For all my kindness?

They've brought me hatred.
They've brought their doom.

***

So, that's what I scrapped up in about two minutes for the fun of it (Five if you count time spent deciding how to make it look all fancy-like). Like it or not, the style and themes are examples of what I can do. Is back-story in this poem a precursor to any of my upcoming work? Maybe, maybe not. Time will tell. Anyway, I submit the Prologue for approval tomorrow. I wish myself luck. ;_;