Another new chapter of Fallout Equestria: Black Cat is finished. If it isn't obvious from this chapter. I am a huge fan of Fist of the North Star. I love the ridiculous over the top raiders in that story. I couldn't help but use them. I have been wanting to use raiders in my story for a while now just so that I can use FOTNS thugs. What's a post-apocalyptic story without a mohawked leather-clad style bandit? Not one at all if you ask me.
AWAKEN MY MASTERS!
So, anyone who knows me, knows I have severely slowed down in my writings through the years. What used to be a weekly thing slowly became what I call "my yearly quota". This year's story, just like the last one, came to me in the shower. However, instead of my grieving of a horrible national tragedy, this one was about my less serious grievances over the trolley problem and utilitarianism in general.
It begins, the darkness is moving again and soon.. my death. I lost count how many times I Died but I think it was hundred?, thousand? or more?. I don't remember anymore
...All I just want is this death loop to stop...
it begins, the darkness is move again and soon... the light. how am I going to die again? am I going to shot to death, Buried alive, Decapitation, Drowning, have something Falling on to me like a piano or a goddamn steamroller!?