I built another story, this time prompted by a random Skype conversation. While it started out as a parodic mashup of two recent bandwagons, it evolved into something different - and more.
I hope y'all enjoy it.
I built another story, this time prompted by a random Skype conversation. While it started out as a parodic mashup of two recent bandwagons, it evolved into something different - and more.
I hope y'all enjoy it.
An opinion was voiced recently by a prominent figure associated with the show, that of all creatures, Luna would be the one that Celestia would prefer to kill. Very interesting.
One might be tempted to take this statement as evidence of Celestia's true nature, or as an expression of a subconscious inclination toward the preservation of Equestria. After all, Luna has jeopardized its security at least as much, and as often, as any villain.
So I was at the therapist today and was telling her how I love to walk the dog at 3 AM when it's snowing, and how I've been collab writing with a friend every early morning (until recently due to contests,) and she went:
"Haha geez Pickle, when do you sleep~?"
"Oh! I sleep at..."
"..."
"U- uh."
“I’m guessing it’s about how much we owe to Ponyville,” replied Suri. “How Rarity helped us find Coco, and get rid of Mosely, and get the Oranges off our scent, and get rid of Mosely in court, and now I’m sure she’s going to help us do some other amazing thing. I’d tell the whole story, but I’m pretty sure it’s too big to fit in a book, mmkay?”
And, just as I said before, I wrote another story. The title I mentioned was "How my Night was Lit Up". It actually changed to "How the Night was Lit Up", for reasons. You can read it by clicking here, or by clicking on my username, but why would you do that when there's a fresh link right here? No SunLight there yet, but stick to it and someday it'll appear. I'll update the tags as time comes.
"Uncle Pharynx, Uncle Pharynx!"
"Grub, go away, I'm trying to nap..."
"Bu' you go'a do something!"
"About what...?"
"Um... well..."
"Either get to the point or let me go back to sleep."
"Uh, i's jus' you pro'ably won' 'lieve me."
"...Is the Hive in danger?"
"No."
When I venture to places like antique malls there is often only one thing on my mind: ponies.
GAPJaxie wrote a story, Would It Matter If I Was?, about Fluttershy asking the totally-hypothetical question of whether or not it would matter if she was actually secretly a changeling.
This struck a chord amongst people, and 12+ knock-offs ensued. I’ve reviewed a number of them (including a writeoff entry), but here are five that I hadn’t seen before.
Leopold von Ranke called the gathering of historians to order, “Now gentlemen, we need to know what makes a good historian and what truly is history. Each of us seem to have a different viewpoint. . .some more so than others but I believe with objectivity and looking at this multiple ways we may find the capital T truth of the matter.”
I don't know what the hell was going on, but I guess if you try to use paypal without having funds or something it likes to charge a random 45$ every 8 days, so that's cool. I now owe paypal 68$.
Other than that, I got 550$ for christmas + I had a check for 191$ that I have to deposit. I'm going to use the money to buy a new graphics card and play that dank fallout game on them dank graphics these kids rave about.
Anyways, on to updates.
I've got a fair few stories I've begun but never submitted. Of the ones on that list, only one is a sequel to an older story, and another one is the drafting stage for FMP. Many of these were written during lazy periods in the day, and a couple are parodies of more popular stories (big surprise which ones those are).
WARPED ELEMENTS
In many alternative universes, it was a messed up spell by Twilight, Celestia, or whoever holds the element of magic. This time, however, that's not the case. A fairly cannon Twilight has just gone through the mind games of Discord, and has, like most of her counterparts, come out on top. There was something that set this universe apart, however, as Discord had some final last words:
Robert Borba, a man from Southern Oregon, heard a woman scream and saw a man absconding with her bike. So, he did the thing any one of us would do - run off to his trailer, fetch his horse, and chase the man down with a lasso.
So, Bootsy Slickmane, who recently admitted that he writes clop and I wrote a collab story. It's rated M and it has Derpy and the Doctor doing some science together. Ladies and gentlemen, I present you: