So Bethesda and Amazon released a new Fallout TV show. As a long time fan of games, who has written more than my fair share of Fallout fanfiction, this was relevant to my interests.
I did not like it.
[4:44:01 PM] Poshy Woshy: oh god.
[4:44:06 PM] Poshy Woshy: do you want to hear some embarrassing trivia?
[4:44:11 PM] Poshy Woshy: that reminds me of some embarrassing trivia.
[4:44:11 PM] Daniel Jay: Always.
[4:44:21 PM] Poshy Woshy: I wrote about this in a blog once.
[4:44:49 PM] Poshy Woshy: the genesis of the story was, of all things, a Cupcakes spin-off where Snake shows up right the fuck out of nowhere and kills Pinkie Pie before she can finish Rainbow Dash.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everyone! I hope you're all having a good time. Now, I don't remember if it's normal for me to do blogs like these on holidays, due to years of alcohol and head trauma turning my brain into a swirly paste-like substance, but if it is, then this isn't like a normal one of those! No, this year, I'm gracing you with content!
[10:34:16 AM] Daniel Jay: ...Oh...
[10:34:19 AM] Daniel Jay: ...OH...
[10:34:30 AM] Daniel Jay: ...Ohhhhhh nooooo...
[10:34:34 AM] Poshy Woshy: wha?
[10:34:44 AM] Daniel Jay: ...I'm going to have a lot to bitch about this chapter...
[10:34:46 AM] Daniel Jay: Man...
[10:34:51 AM] Poshy Woshy: How's that?
[10:34:59 AM] Daniel Jay: Be prepared for... like... MASSIVE rewrites...
[10:35:07 AM] Daniel Jay: Like, an ungodly number of rewrites.
[10:35:10 AM] Daniel Jay: This is...
"So if you and the Tree of Harmony aren't opposites, what are you? And what does this have to with alicorns?"
"Nothing!" Discord said with a cheerful grin, slowly rotating in place. "You just made an incorrect assumption and led us on a tangent!"
"Wha—" Twilight spluttered. "I didn't lead us on a tangent! You're the one who— Agghhh!"
Something Cosmic
Chapter 5: Chaos Theory 101
Coldsteel clears his throat.
"I count myself among the resurrected, sir, and I believe that under the circumstances I have weathered the situation fairly well. Yellowbelly, also, does not seem any more notably useless now than he usually is. But Sergeant Rictus is..."
"Off his damn head," Breakspear says bluntly, frowning at me. "He has done nothing but lay on his bed while gibbering about 'the things in the dark' for four hours now."
"Classic Rictus," I grumble.
"Dragonfall is a city on its last legs, its populace so perpetually depressed that they're basically all just waiting to die. Until four days ago, they didn't even have a city guard. You are a gang of thieves and murderers. This is an environment you should be thriving in, yet you're camped out in the forest like a bunch of losers, subsisting on turnips and pig fetuses."
Dragonfall
I never asked for any of this. I never wanted to negotiate with the orphans. I never wanted to be saddled with Cash's useless crotch-spawn. I never wanted to be in Dragonfall. Hell, go back far enough, I never even wanted to be a mercenary. I just wanted to get away from my parents and bang the recruiter. How did it all come to this? Why am I here? What's the point of anything? Does life truly have any meaning? Is there really a grand design, a destiny for us all that our cutie marks
When I first came to this cabin, it had quite a substantial library, left by one of the previous occupants. Books, scrolls, journals, notes... all detailing everything their owner knew about the occult. My wife studied them first; she was more a scholar than I ever was. After she died, I took up the craft myself, to ward off the nightmares imparted by the spirits. I haven't had a vision from them in years. But... that's also how I know that the things in the forest are something
Peacemaker chews his lip and nods his assent, shrugging. "I suppose an alcoholic is preferable to an out-and-out bigot... No offence, Hoofler."
Hoofler blinks at him. "Vhy vould I be offended? I do hate minorities."
Dragonfall
Chapter 12: Killjoy Company
Dynamite looks at me like I'm the crazy one.
"Where the hell am I?!" he screams. "What is this place? What world am I in?"
I don't usually do story recommendation blogs. I mean, I'm sure I have once or twice, but I don't make a habit of it (mostly because I can barely get my followers to read my own stories, let alone someone else's). But KitsuneRisu is a friend, and Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord, currently gracing the feature box, is one of my favourites of his.
"Killjooooooooooy!"
I barrel into her, and we both tumble to the floor. Killjoy grunts as her back hits the stone, a faceful of vermillion mane caught in her mouth. I stand over her, eyes wide and manic.
"Killjoy! Killjoy!" I gasp, wildly gesturing behind me.
She spits out her mane and glares up at me while the guards peep around the door with concerned looks. I keep making hoof motions, trying to explain, but all that comes out is a babble of subsonic noises.
At first, they're just creepily silent; then they begin creepily humming in unison. I feel that sense of unease again, and it only becomes all the worse as their humming transitions into a surprisingly upbeat and jaunty tune. The foals bounce in place as they follow along with us. Worry transitions into sheer dread, and I finally let out a pained groan when the air suddenly fills with the sound of musical instruments from an unknown source, matching their tune. It's exactly as I
Twilight Sparkle reached the top of the staircase and burst through the wooden door, emerging into the freezing night air. It had gotten darker since her arrival at the castle, and the blizzard was worse than ever, but still she galloped out onto the ramparts. The skeletal gargoyle followed close behind, his wine-stained robes billowing in the winds.
Sorry for the delay. Time hadn't been forgiving to me. This does push push back the other three stories in the schedule back just a bit. Video will go live at five o'clock Midwestern time.
Here's the link:
https://youtu.be/RYRptAtoonQ
[10:26:12 PM] Poshy Woshy: I have this dream.
[10:26:15 PM] Poshy Woshy: It's the same one every night.
[10:26:41 PM] Poshy Woshy: I ascend into heaven at the end of my life, draped in a white sheet. My skin is shining and iridescent as the sun's rays wash over me.
"Wow, how convenient! So she's totally my foal, but just so happens to have had any physical identifiers that would confirm her as such removed! So, entertaining this stupid line of thought, why would you have done such a thing?"
Dragonfall
Chapter 10: Papa Agony
Next chapter will be a short one, but shorter means more expedient updates sometimes. Expect it sometime tomorrow.
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