Techie's SPICY Smokin' Toasted Self-Roasted Reviews #13: · 12:06am Oct 14th, 2019
Fitting. The show officially ended yesterday, I've got some neat MLP fan music playing on loop, and I get to review a fic from my peak days in the fandom.
Fitting. The show officially ended yesterday, I've got some neat MLP fan music playing on loop, and I get to review a fic from my peak days in the fandom.
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hecc.
I'm not even gonna try to figure out what was going through my head when I wrote this.
Yech. It's this story. Well, I suppose since I'm going through each story I've ever posted 'round here, I'd eventually have to get around to this.
It's... weird, short to say. I don't think I need to even comb through the chapters. The story is so pointless that the two chapters together hardly tell anything.
This here's a story that was a flopped attempt to write based on a writing prompt! I don't even remember what the prompt was or where it came from!
I fear for the next story to review.
The mare stopped abruptly just outside the door before springing ahead, bursting into (very random) song.
haha, pichu go brrr.
So, I've actually had a liking towards Pichu long before I ever joined the site. Naturally, when Smash Ultimate released with Pichu being playable again, I picked my new main without much hesitation. I was a Brawl Pikachu main anyway.
So, lingering ties to the Pokemon fandom aside, let's get onto the story!
Ayyy, another meme story!
WARNINGS: Shamwow and Flex Tape worship, memes, Bob Ross references, possession by the deity of Flex Tape, dabbing, raw and unedited word barf, and bad fanfiction.
Ya got that right. There's so much bad fanfiction here.
Another random comedy.
Eh.
"I haz da problem."
Problem is that the story really doesn't come across as all that funny to me anymore. Still brings a smile, but it's not really funny anymore.
"Did you try turning it off and back on again?"
Slippin' back into some good ol' insanity now, are we?
"But why?" Celestia had asked, "Why dost thou hearken to the days of depravity?"
And with that, Luna had returned, "Because I'm fed up with that fake accent of yours, sister. STOP MAKING FUN OF MY SPEECH IMPEDIMENTS!"
To be fair, however, she did fumble with the pronunciation of "impediment".
Story rewrite time!
“On the Structure of Hats: A Retrospective”
It's another game of "what's Twilight reading"!
Look guys, it's one of my first successful crazy one-shots ever! Now y'all know how the crazytrain began. ;)
I really don't know what this monstrosity I wrote is. I should stop writing ideas based on ideas I come up with late at night.
Guess who's writing a review of their own story late at night? This boio right here!
I'm writing part of this on the toilet!
Today's story continues the Techie tradition of incinerating brain cells with stupid.
And of course, the first major presence of Gamer Luna in my stories. (Though she still mainly only exists in What If as far as my stories go. :P)
It burns!!
I'm sorry, my tongue is sensitive to spicy
Oof, ouch, a failed reboot.
Not much else to say, let's get started. I wanna spotlight some OCs and get back to writing horsewords.
“Go back to sleep, Pinkie.” I groaned. It was a Saturday, and on days like these, sleep was golden.
I stand by this as fact.
I cracked an eye ope--
You know what pain is? Force-feeding yourself MLP Gen 1 for the sole purpose of mocking it in a fanfic!
Yeah, this is where the spirit of I Think I Summoned a Ponk went for a while.
Anyway, let's start because my hands are cold.
Four words: Well that didn't work.
Wait hol up this was published at the end of 2016? It honestly felt like I published that thing quite a bit later than that. Oh well.
You thought you escaped the insanity? Ho ho, just you wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet if ya haven't read this fic.
This story centers on Butter Knife, the titular fake-edgy OC who hardly ever is referred to by her real name!
I'm not sure if I should be sorry for this.
Don't be.
Serious story incoming. Kinda forgot that I was doing these reviews. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Don't really have any quips about this one, so let's just get on with it.
Unwrapping the foil, Scootaloo scrunched her muzzle at the putrid smell that wafted from the moldy mess before her. WIth a gag, she scooped up the mess and dumped it in the trash can. She stared back at the refrigerator.
AKA the story in which the game I used to play constantly ever since elementary school says hi and is subsequently murdered. Yup, we're doin' these again. It's ya boi, Tonkus, back at it again with the SPICY Smokin' Toasted Self-Roasted Reviews! Someone remind me that I'm doing these again if I forget that these reviews exist.
So anyway.
My favorite chicken coup has been cookin' up something spicy!
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Go check it out! Yours Truly was an editor, and lemme tell you, this is a good one.
CONTENT WARNING for mentions of grief and sexual abuse. I had to write the background so people could understand the full context behind the story. If that's not a topic you feel like getting into, skip this one and wait 'til chapter six. It's a lot more light from here. Just letting you all know in case it turned out to be too much.