So to those that don't know, a friend of mine allowed me to use his alias after his end of writing in general, that, and I helped him out in the past, so I guess that's a thing. Besides from that, one of his more....less dysfunctional stories, Warframe: Relic Hunters, had finally gotten an ending, which was awesome, but someone commented on it saying if there would be a sequel.
Is the wander down the road of life mandatory? Is it an undeniable urge seeded within the infant before its conception? Is it the common goal of a grand subconscious? Perhaps it is not a choice, perhaps we cannot leave the path. Kept on it by the machinations of an affecting force.
Or perhaps it does not exist until it is viewed. The moment the veil is pulled and we look down, we become able to see the road for what it is.
Until then, let us keep gazing at the overhang of stars.
25 is going to be a slogfest, fellas. At 40,000 words, the place I want to end the chapter is probably much further ahead. I wish you the best of luck when reading it, and hope to get it out soon.
Special release, Chapter 61!!!! Fourth Conclave!
Wash your hooves, and get some candy ready~. You never know who will come visit.
What a day this is, more and more people out on the street, less people sitting at home, the grass it actually growing again as well, so that is neat.
At the moment there are no new stories. However... Something big is on the horizon...
Something, very big.
Happy Friday~.
Dark, is the road, stretching beyond our vision. Few see its end, some are wise to it, yet once you have reached that point, your journey is set to change. Wherever we saunter, endings come. Even our time on the road. Thoughts to be considered, but not consumed by.
Today's post brought to you by the absent of the mark after K, because sometimes keyboards break.
Have a Great Fithy Friday~.
Hey guys.
So yeah, it's been a while. I graduated high school, I turned 19 in June, and I'm going to start college in a month and a day...I think the best way to describe my feelings right now is nervouscited. 
Thanks, Pinkie by the way for creating that word, and if not creating it...making it famous.
I'm %120 a Brony guys I promise. Like what about the best pony Twinklight or whatever.
"To be honest, most of the member treated this as a ''madness collab''
I used to remember bunnykill as fast-paced animation with smooth and impressing choreography
bunnykill isn't the most explored animation style, so you guys deserve points for trying
So!
There has been a lot of support for Fallen Knight, which is just awesome. And I have gotten into a big Star Wars mood, so right now there is a lot of writing going on. I'm happy to say the next chapter is well on it's way! I will be updating this blog showing the progress of the chapter, so if you wanna see how far it has come, feel free to check it out! 
Fallen Knight Chapter 11: 100% Complete and posted
If the moon was a lake would the heavens be an ocean?
Yet a lake is but a drop to the vast expanse of space.
If the moon then was a lake,
I'd be content to dip in a drop,
and leave the vastness above as the sky.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Hello, everybody. I'm letting you know that Chapter 3 of A Tale of Two Suns, Book 2: Mysteries Across the Mirror, is available for early access via Patreon. So if you want to read it now instead of waiting several days, go ahead and sign up for my lowest tier, $1 per chapter/work (though I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to donate more 
).
Aaaand, brand new chapter has been uploaded! Please enjoy it while also having a good day today, regardless of the presence of a romantic partner.
Wash your hands~.
To seek gemstones one does not uncover glimmer and scintillant forms. There lay not grandeur nestled beneath your feet, waiting for a palm to reach it. A gem is as its element, dirt. Rocks and filth crust it, dulled to a point where treasure hunters would pass it by. But one who truly seeks gemstones is patient, meticulous, and pours in the effort to polish rocks into things of beauty.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Days pass as footsteps, the prints on the road below us, those we never get to see, which we never experience fully. Each step precedes another, always a focus on the new, yet all we see of the days are the diffuse outlines we entertain within our recollection. Even if we were to turn, the past of the road is shrouded, cast in dusk of neglect. Yet, many spends their days marveling at this very abyss, while others could care less, for the road is unending, and there are always more steps to be
So I have always had a problem with hyper focus on projects. I want to force myself out of that. I am working on a new story, one which will will hopefully be updated at least twice a month though lets be fair I don't stick to schedules like that. This is in addition to Apples, Oranges, and Pokehearts, which will hopefully be updated twice a month at least as well. It shouldn't be too much of a problem as I can write a somewhat absurd amount of words when I can focus in a month. My record is
What is dance? A celebration of life and togetherness? A gesture to the elements? A distraction? It functions this way, as many tasks do. The practitioner is engulfed in the act, disappearing into their focus. At the same time, they rob the focus from the watcher, interlocking them in a chain of distractive influence, allowing the world around them to fade away. To dance then, is meaningless.
However, the first interpretation was right on the money.
daily update number who knows maybe technically number one:
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