That I missed my 3-year anniversary mark here on February 14th.
3 years goes by fast, does it not?
That I missed my 3-year anniversary mark here on February 14th.
3 years goes by fast, does it not?
Another day. I'm actually having fun writing these.
Played more Fallout 2 today, but my roommate wanted to format his laptop, so I had to back up my files on to my portable drive, along with a basic description of where I am in the game for when I pick it up again.
“Woah!!”
The turquoise triplane twirled around in an attempt to dodge the enemy fire. Flutterwings shook her head, before grabbing the machine gun. She began firing at the pursuing plane. Ocellus did a sudden turn into some clouds. Flutterwings yelped out, being thrown into the side of her cockpit.
“Oi! Warn me next time!”
“Sorry!” Ocellus looked around. “Do you see them?”
Flutterwings looked around. “No… I don’t see-”
Hero peered down the sights of his rifle, watching the muddy fields. Pharynx and Fortuna were right beside him.
“See anything?” Fortuna asked.
“Nah. At best, probably a crow or something.” Hero sighed and fired at a flock of flying crows, missing.
“Damn, you execute a bug and still can’t aim?” Pharynx raised up and fired, but he too missed.
Bezier’s eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim lighting. She looked around, noticing several other injured changelings, as well as nurses attempting to help them.
Bezier looked down, noticing a bandage wrapped around her wound. A changeling walked over. “You alright?” He asked.
Bezier shrugged. “As alright as I can be. Where the hell am I?”
Hero sat in a trench, clutching his rifle. The “Third” Changeling-Pony had broken out, and Chrysalis had mobilized damn near every bug that could hold a rifle. Hero took a peek over the trench. No-Bug’s Land, or No-Pony’s Land, or, as it was widely accepted, the Deadzone. There lay hundreds and thousands of dead ponies and changelings. He sighed, sitting back down. The wait was killing him. How long till they were ordered to charge back into that shitstorm?
“Raghhh!”
Bezier drove her bayonet into the pony’s chest. Behind her, Hero swung a club into another’s head. The changelings were attempting to break through the pony lines.
Hero raised his rifle, firing at a charging pony. But with each pony that dropped dead, it seemed another was ready to take their place.
Hero continued swinging his club, knocking ponies to the ground.
Ocellus steered right, her crosshairs locking onto an enemy fighter. She smiled wickedly, before letting out a burst of rounds. The plane began spiraling out of control, before slamming into the ground. Ocellus cackled out, twisting her plane around.
“Woah! Hey, careful up there!” a voice yelled out from the tailgunner seat. “You tryna throw me out of this thing?!”
At this point, I am mostly here to complain.
Those who have been reading my story "The Last Illusion" may know by now what I am talking about. The story is read out of a book. The book writes itself. But, "most" of the time, it is not a character. In fact, it seems literally incapable of treating itself as one.
I found some old notebooks from around third grade.
Apparently, I wrote Plants vs. Zombies fanfiction before I even knew what fanfiction was.
Rating Scale:
12/10—a complete masterpiece; flawless and outstanding
11/10—Excellent, near-perfect film
10/10—the standard rating; awesome film with a couple of flaws
9/10—a wonderful film with several flaws
8/10–a great film with numerous flaws but not enough to ruin it
TIME - From the zany to the dangerous to the just plain dumb, here is TIME's list (in no particular order) of some of the world's bright ideas that just didn't work out. These are numbers 21-30.
Rating Scale:
12/10—a complete masterpiece; flawless and outstanding
11/10—Excellent, near-perfect film
10/10—the standard rating; awesome film with a couple of flaws
9/10—a wonderful film with several flaws
So, after a long time, I'm finally back into writing things that my parents will allow me to publish within the next century. I've mostly been unproductive in the last few months, not that anyone's noticed, right? But I'm back, and glad to be here.
Besides the above being an obscure Abbott and Costello reference, the title of this short essay describes a difference between the narration of first person and third person stories. You know who is telling the story written in first person; it's the main character of the story. In a third person narrative, you usually don't know who's actually telling the story.
I'll be posting my second book chapter soon. I finished it a while ago, but didn't take the time to send it on in to Fimfiction. Since I've said that, I'd like to talk about our fandom. It is so absolutely amazing that a show could unite so many people and still be running strong. I've heard they have pony episodes planned out well into season 8. SEASON 8!!!!!! Wow!!!! I'm so glad I'm able to say I'm a part in this amazing family.
Book of the Week:
Clyde's Tales-
Hello, everybody. Hope you all have been doing good lately, as I've been busy with writing and playing and such. This weekly blog is just to update what has been going on in the past week and boy oh boy have I got some interesting plans.
I find myself agreeing with this. (There has been some talk about this recently in the Human in Equestria group) Don't get me wrong, he's useful for funny one-shots and short sex stories. Yes, I Bendy lord of trashy Anon Second Person fics knows they are trash.