[Displaced Story] A man, forced into the role of a Displaced after attending a Dark Souls convention, is sent to the land of Equestria by the Merchant. His fate, and possibly that of Equestria, is now in his hands.
You have to understand that I don't exist purely in digital form on the Internet.
I HAVE A LIFE.
And life doesn't always let you remember things or give you enough time and motivation to do things.
That's what happened here: Time and motivation, or the lack thereof for both, taking its toll on this poor writer.
And here you are with that comment. But whatever, I'm just tired again because I am POSTING THIS AT 1:00 AM. Do whatever you feel like with your comment. It's your choice and your comment, so whatever.
9000289 We really need to work on your temper, bro. That, and next time I suggest something like and it's late and you wanna sleep, just tell me, kay? You know I wouldn't force you to write when you're tired as all hell. If I do, it's in jest.
Also, a few grammar mistakes, but nothing a quick look over can't fix. As for theories, I'mma guess it's the Big Monkey, as I like to call him.
I prefer quality over quantity.
Oh sure, quantity has a quality of its own, but in fics it ain't true.
So quality is my preferred poison. I haven't even complained as i somewhat forgot about this fic. So many other fics to read after all
I pick option A.
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Whoa, chill, sorry, I meant it in a joking manner, I'll delete or edit the comment if it'll make you make feel better.
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You have to understand that I don't exist purely in digital form on the Internet.
I HAVE A LIFE.
And life doesn't always let you remember things or give you enough time and motivation to do things.
That's what happened here: Time and motivation, or the lack thereof for both, taking its toll on this poor writer.
And here you are with that comment. But whatever, I'm just tired again because I am POSTING THIS AT 1:00 AM. Do whatever you feel like with your comment. It's your choice and your comment, so whatever.
I'm gonna get some damned sleep.
9000289 We really need to work on your temper, bro. That, and next time I suggest something like and it's late and you wanna sleep, just tell me, kay? You know I wouldn't force you to write when you're tired as all hell. If I do, it's in jest.
Also, a few grammar mistakes, but nothing a quick look over can't fix. As for theories, I'mma guess it's the Big Monkey, as I like to call him.