Previously, on Empress Theresa:

A chapter that wasn't totally boring!

And now:

Guess who's back.

Back again.

Theresa's back.

Tell a friend.

Gues who's back, guess who's back, etc. etc.

A month has passed since the Paris trip, and, I quote, 'the oppression of being trapped in this luxurious prison' is getting to Theresa again. Remember how I said that maybe Theresa might solve the wind thing this chapter? Yeah, no. Crops are still dying, folks. Keep that in mind.

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Previously, on Empress Theresa:
Splat!
And now:

So following her daring escape in the last chapter, Theresa wakes up in a hospital bed next to the British Prime Minister.
No, not in the bed. That would be weird.

I slammed my hand on the mattress in frustration.  For eight years I had kept HAL a secret.  My life was ruined.  All I wanted was a quiet life.  I didn’t get it.  What was I supposed to do next?
“I’ll bet my secret is out.”

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I give you, the Empress of the Empire.

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Previously, on Empress Theresa:

Theresa the oil baron.

And now:

Chapter Twenty! Eight left! Woohoo!

Three weeks have passed, and Theresa's about to raise the land bridge to Crete. She can't just raise it normally, though, the Mediterranean's too deep. Whatever 'raising it normally' even means in this context anymore.

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Previously, on Empress Theresa:

Theresa causes more problems than she solves? Who woulda guessed!

And now:

I spent a sleepless night.  The unfairness of my position kept the tears flowing.

Thus opens the chapter. Theresa is having a hard time supporting all the weight on her shoulders.

Y'know, we could always try throwing Theresa out of an airplane again. That might fix the problem. Worked last time.

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Wheeeeeeee.
Previously, on Empress Theresa:
Fox stares, long hairs, government glares, operator pairs, nobody cares. Oh, and something about aliens. Maybe.
And now:

The strength and throwing accuracy HAL gave me got me on the boys’ baseball team where I was a star pitcher.  I threw the ball up to eighty-five miles an hour, rarely seen in a high school kid and never in a girl.

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Previously, on Empress Theresa:

Mr. Boutin took a filler chapter to shit on France.

And now:

You may be wondering why there's a new chapter today. Well, given the new format, and smaller chapters in the book, entries of this series are going to be kind of short for a while. As such, I've decided to switch to a daily schedule. I hope that's okay with everyone.

Anyway, on with the show!

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Previously, on Empress Theresa:

Theresa decided that winter is optional.

And now:

Hoo boy. That last chapter sure was a doozy, huh? Let's see what Mr. Boutin has in store for us today.

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Previously, on Empress Theresa:
The fatal flaw of wind turbines: the eradication of any and all wind, anywhere on the planet, by an alien. Take that, green energy!
And now:

I was getting depressed.  This BBC program had been giving me nothing but bad news.  Did anything go right in this world?

That's typically how news works, yes.

The United States was also in a terrible mood.

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Previously, on Empress Theresa:

A whole lotta math.

And now:

So, small correction: last chapter, I implied that Theresa and Steve were going to make an appearance before the United Nations. This was incorrect, and for that I must apologize. In reality, it's only Steve that's going. Thank you for your patience.

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Finished!

It took a while, but I'm glad this is finished and you have the Crystal Empress here.

A short except about her regalia from Chapter 1 of ER250

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Hello, everypony. I am the Critique.

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So sorry I haven't been updating! Been busy with things like NaNoWriMo. Still not done. Crap.

But after that, I'm hoping to update my fics soon, including Wedding of Deception, Empress of Harmony, Creepypasta Ponies, and Solipsism. :)

Greetings, It's a pleasure to meet you all. This is my first official post but you may have met me in the comments recently. I have to go now but I look forward to speaking with you all later. If you have any questions then leave them in the comments.

Another by 1Jaz. My favorite artist has fallen on hard times. He happens to be from Russia (like a lot of top-notch CG artists), and the very unfortunate situation in Ukraine has led to Paypal cutting off services to private citizens in Russia. He was recently able to start doing commissions again, though.

https://www.deviantart.com/1jaz/art/Charger-Parade-913647526

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The excitement of the nuke is behind us now, so let's see what happens in the aftermath.

With absolutely no lead in, Theresa wakes up in a hospital with Prime Minister Peter Blair standing next to her bed. She correctly guesses that the secret of HAL is out.

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This is the one, people! The author has promised that this is the chapter where it hits the fan and something finally happens!

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After watching her BBC montage, Theresa wonders if anything can go right in this world (while we wonder if anything can go right in this story). Apparently she has a ‘trademarked’ funny face, because her shopping assistant, Nancy, begins to laugh at how an eighteen year old with no experience in anything is supposed to take on such big responsibility. 

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Instead of anything interesting, we are dragged through Theresa’s time at college. Boston College, to be exact. This is in alignment with the author’s Christian beliefs, Boston College being a Jesuit institution. We are then treated to a whole page’s worth of infodump about BC which Boutin seems to have gleaned from the introductory paragraph on the college’s wikipedia page. There is no reason for us to know any of this, unless the story concerns exactly the number of how many undergrads there

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After a slight delay, Empress Batty responds to those who asked her questions! May Celestia have mercy on their souls

https://deviantart.com/generalzoi/art/Pony-Creator-v3-545889253