Return of the Usurper · 2:00pm Oct 22nd, 2012
This entry was written on the 18th of October, 2012
7 days ago, 11th October 2012, Thursday, 8:30am
The sound of various stationery scratching across sheets of paper echoed across the room. Slowly, bit by bit, the residue created by said scratches coalesced to form letters, then words, then full sentences. This occurrence was happening all over the room, but one person in particular seemed to be extremely absorbed with his work.
This would feel so much more natural if I were doing this on FIMFiction.
The person lifted his pen again and again, bringing it down forcefully upon the hapless piece of paper on his desk. Before his eyes, the blanks on his paper were gradually being filled up. When, at long last, he reached the end of the page, he flipped it over and began to fill that side up as well.
Fifteen more minutes.
The pace of his writing became more frantic, as he struggled to squeeze in more words in the space - and time - he had left. His handwriting became so ugly that his letters were eventually reduced to almost - almost - illegible lines.
Ten more minutes.
The person soon noticed that his pen was running out of ink. Without even so much as a pause, he discarded it swiftly and flipped a pen from his pencil box straight into his waiting palm and continued to write.
Attention! Five minutes left in the mission!
He chuckled to himself. Even in my mind, during my exams, I make references to games. Unfortunately, his wandering thoughts cost him a precious few seconds, and he quickly sprang back into action. Hopefully before it was too late.
One more minute.
Finally, he reached the very last sentence of his paper. His pen quickly raced across the blank space, filling it with the words that it desired. And the salmon die during the journey or after spawning.
As soon as his pen dotted the full stop and the end of the sentence, it fell from the person's tired grasp as he body's protests finally caught his attention. And not a moment too soon.
The bell rang.
Instantly, all the scribbling on paper and the flipping of pages stopped, and was replaced with an eerie and total silence. Everyone awaited with baited breath as the figure at the front of the room checked through the papers that had, only moments before, sat comfortably on the desks of the students. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he gave the all clear signal.
The silence was instantly and violently broken by the cacophony of cheers that erupted from the mouths of the students. It took only a few seconds for the adjacent rooms to add to the commotion, with the sound of doors slamming against the walls and their hinges creaking loudly as the students rushed to exit the rooms. The person was going to add his voice to the mix when a tap on his shoulders made him turn around.
"I hope your stories will update soon." The newcomer said. "I've been waiting for it for a long time now. You're out of excuses now."
"Oh come on, 98friends!" The person laughed, patting his friend's arm. "The exams just ended. I need a rest, you know!"
"But don't you like writing? It's a kind of rest for you."
"Fine, fine. I give you my word: Nothing will distract me from my writing!" The person chuckled. "I will complete the newest blog story by today. Nothing will stop me!"
3 hours later
"No! Move that sentry to that ledge, not this one!" The person groaned, staring into his laptop screen. His finger hit a button on the keyboard, activating his microphone. "Engie! Move your sentry away from the-" He was cut off by the ear-piercing explosion that echoed through his earphones. His fingers quickly ripped the offending devices from his ears.
"Never mind." He grimacd as he watched his ally's sentry gun get ripped apart by rockets and sniper bullets. "At least this couldn't possibly get any worse." He then noticed the alert as the side of his screen.
"A spy is sapping my sentry?!" The person facepalmed. "Well, now this couldn't possibly get-"
An audio file played in his ears as soon as he returned his earphones to their rightful positions. "Warning! The enemy has captured our intelligence!"
"That's it. I need help." The person shifted to chat mode and quickly typed in a message.
Hey, 98friends! You playing Team Fortress 2 now?
The response was almost instantaneous. Shouldn't you be writing your stories?
Yes, yes, I'll get around to that soon. Don't worry.
...if you say so. I'll join you now.
"Yes!" The person cheered. He began to type on his laptop's keyboard once more. Don't you worry! I'll finish those stories!
...as soon as I beat BLU team.
Two days later
"Why do these oak wood blocks keep catching fire?" The person grumbled, once again absorbed in a virtual world. "I already constructed an obsidian wall around it! Stupid lava moat..."
He was busy laying down the next foundation for his building when the phone rang. His eyes never leaving the screen, he picked the phone up with one hand and brought it to his ear. "Yes?"
"What are you doing now?" The unmistakable voice of his friend asked.
"Just playing Minecraft. Why?"
"I checked your profile. You haven't updated anything, and you haven't even brought your stories out of hiatus mode yet."
"Oh, that! I completely forgot about that!" The person shook his head. "I guarantee that I will finish it by tonight!"
"I hope so." The phone line went dead.
The person stood up and stretched. "Now, time to get to those stories!" He promptly sat back down. "Let me just build this gate first."
Five days later
"These Meet the Team videos form Team Fortress 2 are so interesting!" The person chuckled. "I sense great story potential here!" He snapped his fingers. "Hey, that's right! My stories which I should have updated..." He turned to look at a calendar. "...seven days ago."
He sighed. "Well, I'd better get to it."
He shifted away from Youtube and back to the stories he hadn't so much as looked at for the past few days. "Now, just let me get to FIMFiction and then I can..."
"SURPRISE!"
"Woah!" The person's entire body lurched backwards, mostly out of instinct, and the chair he sat on toppled over. "What in the-"
"Happy birthday!" The voice said again. The person looked up to his laptop screen and scowled.
"Pinkie!" He shouted. "What did I tell you about breaking the fourth wall!"
"Uh, that I wasn't supposed to do it for one day?"
"Yes! That's exactly-" He stopped short. "Wait, what do you mean one day?"
"Remember, when I took over your account to type that reply to determamfidd? Duh. You said No more fourth wall breaking for today, okay? Tomorrow, maybe. and that was 31 weeks ago."
The person blinked. "Oh."
"So... happy birthday!" Pinkie said.
"Pinkie, it's not my birthday today. That was over a month ago." The person shook his head, exasperated. "Remember? September 10?"
"But that as during your exam time, so I couldn't celebrate it then!" Pinkie responded happily. "So happy belated birthday!"
Another voice spoke up. "I'm sorry, Author. I tried to stop her, but she was too insistent."
The person stared into the screen. "Usurper, is that you?"
"Yes." The cloaked figure nodded. "I apologise for my outburst in the last meeting, too. That was uncalled for."
"Nonsense. That was my fault. I should have been more mindful of the situation."
"Nonetheless, it was not my place to scold you." The figure replied. "Please accept my apology."
The person was unsure as to how to respond. "Uh, okay, if it makes you feel better."
He looked down at his keyboard. "Well, I suppose I'd better get around to typing out the blog story then."
"Already done." The cloaked figure responded from within the laptop screen. "I've logged all of your activities from the time that your examinations ended and written it down in a summarised form, mostly of the important parts."
"Even all of the procrastination?" The person winced.
"Should I delete them from the story, Author?" The cloaked figure asked.
"No, leave it be." The person waved his hand. "My readers deserve to know what I've been doing for the past few days. Even if it was essentially nothing."
"Now that we've got all the important parts out of the way, it's time to party!" Pinkie screamed, and grabbed the person by his shirt.
"Wha-" The person had only a moment to consider the physical improbabilities of a hoof being able to grasp anything before being dragged into the screen.
"PINKIE!"
So, yes, now you know what I've been doing for the past few days, though it was definitely more Team Fortress 2 than Minecraft. I blame Valve for making such irritatingly addictive games.
In any case, if whoever is reading this is HallowedSky or Bill Gates (Sorry, I couldn't remember your full username, it was too complicated and full of things other than letters) it would be nice if we could arrange to go to the same server sometime, because I want to send you a friend request now that I've upgraded to premium. If the person who is reading this is 98friends, then yes, I've gotten down to writing those stories. (He didn't actually continuously pester me about it, but he did remind me occasionally if we just happened to meet each other.) Lastly, if Typhexplosion is reading this, I've got one thing to say to you:
Hi.
Anyway, I am probably going to do something about that flash of inspiration I got from the Team Fortress 2 videos (no, that wasn't just something I invented for the story), and bring Shades of Grey out of hiatus, but Vengeance of Equestria and Repercussions will probably remain in hiatus, because I'm planning to link Shades of Grey and Repercussions at some unspecified point in time with a chapter that will hopefully be released soon, but Repercussions will not continue until then. Vengeance of Equestria might continue at some point in the future, depending on how well it is received.
Also, I am looking for pre-readers for Shades of Grey. If anyone is willing, please PM me.
Anyway, fear not, my faithful reader(s). I am not dead. I'm at least half alive, otherwise I wouldn't be able to post all of this.
May the power of magic and friendship be with you. No, hold on, I think that isn't as good as this one.
May the magic of friendship be with you.
Now that's better.
I wondered where you went! Welcome back!
... Ah minecraft.. that one get's me every time (I must remember to build the glass automatic wheat harvester under my treearium and livestock fields)
Hope you passed!
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I didn't do that badly, at least. I suppose you could call that quite well, because a lot of other people did far worse than me. That was one tough exam.
In any case, I'm now back, and I... forgot to take Shades of Grey out of hiatus. I think I'll just do that when I post the next chapter. I'll also be working on a new story for a while, but hopefully that won't interfere with anything, now that I have a LOT of free time since my exams are over.
Out of curiosity, how does one create an automatic wheat harvester?
as for the Wheat harvester (I had to find a clip on youtube myself. there are tons.) It's basically using the in game physics of the water to harvest multiple plans of wheat for you. You still have to plant them. But you'll get tons of wheat that way.
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Ah. Thanks.