I never asked for any of this. I never wanted to negotiate with the orphans. I never wanted to be saddled with Cash's useless crotch-spawn. I never wanted to be in Dragonfall. Hell, go back far enough, I never even wanted to be a mercenary. I just wanted to get away from my parents and bang the recruiter. How did it all come to this? Why am I here? What's the point of anything? Does life truly have any meaning? Is there really a grand design, a destiny for us all that our cutie marks

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When I first came to this cabin, it had quite a substantial library, left by one of the previous occupants. Books, scrolls, journals, notes... all detailing everything their owner knew about the occult. My wife studied them first; she was more a scholar than I ever was. After she died, I took up the craft myself, to ward off the nightmares imparted by the spirits. I haven't had a vision from them in years. But... that's also how I know that the things in the forest are something

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Peacemaker chews his lip and nods his assent, shrugging. "I suppose an alcoholic is preferable to an out-and-out bigot... No offence, Hoofler."

Hoofler blinks at him. "Vhy vould I be offended? I do hate minorities."

Dynamite looks at me like I'm the crazy one.

"Where the hell am I?!" he screams. "What is this place? What world am I in?"

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Now that The Monster Below: Nightfall is complete, I thought I'd put up a list of writing projects I have in the pipeline, so that none of them slip out of my memory. At this point my primary focus is on getting The Monster Below revised and ready to be published (still quite a ways off), and doing a few one-shot stories. Doing novels is fun, but it'd be nice to do one or, at most, two-chapter stories that don't take years to complete.

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This is the third, and final, preview of MLP writing projects in my mind. A full list of my current options will be on my Patreon on Dec. 30 for discussion and debate, and that's where my decision will be made, since I really need the income.

https://www.patreon.com/KrisOverstreet

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Here's a little bit from the next chapter of "Spike meets Mimikyu" that I'm working on.

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Some people have decided to start reading my stories with critical eyes and are pointing out problems with them. THANK YOU for pointing them out!

Please keep sending me messages when you see something I can improve upon.
I'm still looking for dedicated editors to (p)review my story chapters properly.

Yes, I know, progress has been slow. Even slower than usual. I'll spare you the reasons and excuses, have the first chapter of the String Bean story. Working title of Food Court-Martialed is as good as any, I suppose.

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"So if you and the Tree of Harmony aren't opposites, what are you? And what does this have to with alicorns?"

"Nothing!" Discord said with a cheerful grin, slowly rotating in place. "You just made an incorrect assumption and led us on a tangent!"

"Wha—" Twilight spluttered. "I didn't lead us on a tangent! You're the one who— Agghhh!"

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Can I stop being unintentionally controversial for just 5 minutes?

I mean look at what had happened in the last days:

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Hello again everyone. I'm here with another update.

This week has been pretty exciting as I've finally broken ground on a chapter that I have been wanting to write pretty much since I first began Order of The Alicorn. This chapter being, the introduction of Vinyl Scratch. Yes, I'm certain those of you who remember the prologue chapter of the story probably noticed a certain neon haired DJ missing from the group of demon hunters.

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Outside Umbra’s Mansion

Watcher and Techorse waited patiently outside the mansion’s doors for both Aura and Celestia to come out. It was frustrating for the charcoal unicorn as he continued to pace back and forth by the entrance. He wasn’t happy, especially since he had to wear a very bright yellow bee costume due to him losing a bet with Tech and Celestia.

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Frisk walked out of the rift, Sweetie Belle on her shoulder, shrunken, no bigger than a newborn foal.

She wanted to hug the filly so badly, but she resisted. Sweetie Belle had asked her help, so it wasn't the time.

She eyed Chara, not without some apprehension.

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Author's note: I decided to post the first part of the chapter now because I thought that you had waited enough. It is really taking longer than I thought it would. Getting an inflammation in the throat didn't help.

Part of the chapter is pretty much a rewriting of the preview I posted long ago, just to warn.

The fight itself will be in the next part. I don't know how long it will be. I still can't decide if it will have three phases or four phases.

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Hello again, everyone, I’m back once more to provide yet another update concerning my progress on "The Writing of The Bonds of Love."

Unfortunately, this update consists of mostly bad news.

As mentioned in my previous update, I initially intended to finish discussing the last three chapters of T.B.O.L. and then post a final update, confirming both the “Writing of…” was nearing completion and possibly even a release date for it.

This is not that final update.

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"Killjooooooooooy!"

I barrel into her, and we both tumble to the floor. Killjoy grunts as her back hits the stone, a faceful of vermillion mane caught in her mouth. I stand over her, eyes wide and manic.

"Killjoy! Killjoy!" I gasp, wildly gesturing behind me.

She spits out her mane and glares up at me while the guards peep around the door with concerned looks. I keep making hoof motions, trying to explain, but all that comes out is a babble of subsonic noises.

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