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TheMajorTechie


Oh, look at me... you've got me tearing up again. ◈ Forget about coffee buy me a cup noodle.

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This story is a sequel to Liquid Facehoof


What up, it's ya boi again with the sleep-deprived stories.

Twilight's gonna do some crap, some stuff are probably gonna go boom, and Spike still has Thanos powers because he is now related to Barney and dried prunes.

Heavy random tag abuse as per usual.

I need some darn sleep. And happy birthday to me too, I guess.

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Take a look at the object to the left of you. That’ll be what you specialize in, as well as your cutie mark. The item to your right, on the other hand, will become a demonic entity that will haunt you for the rest of your lowly existence in this story.

Dude, im reading this before school so my backpack is to the left of me, and im reading this on my bed so my whale pillowpet from those 2010 commercials is to my right.

Oh god.

“You make me want to return to Fortnite.”

Ooof

After taking a massive SIPP of your potion of swiftness, you decide it is now time to embrace your inner Team Rocket and blast off at the speed of light. This, in hindsight, was a bad idea, because now you have been reduced to nothing but pure energy because matter is not known to be able to reach such ludicrous speeds.

Why Succ when you can SIPP

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*menacing pillowpet noises*

I have a wall to my left so everytime you said something about the item to my left I was just sitting there confused laughing... oh, and I also have a mini fan to my right

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Ah yes, the mini-fan demon. I too fear it.

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It shall blast slightly cool air at me until I feel a little uncomfortable

haha yes

rejoice, for you may now experience the

L I T E R A T U R E

The portal makes a big ol’ vacuum noise and drags you in without hesitation. You didn’t have a choice or say in the matter—you’re going to Equestria, whether you like it or not. Take a look at the object to the left of you. That’ll be what you specialize in, as well as your cutie mark. The item to your right, on the other hand, will become a demonic entity that will haunt you for the rest of your lowly existence in this story.

This will be “interesting”. My special talent is charging iPods, because there’s an iPod charger to the left of me. Of course, the unholy conglomerate of LEGO Minecraft sets to my right becomes the demonic entity. Time to watch where I step for the rest of my life.

Probably should get back to the topic. To recap, you are a pony of some character you happen to like, with [item to your left], your trusty weapon, stuck somewhere uncomfortable.

Okay. Got it. I’m a ponified Halo Arbiter Minecraft skin and the Minecraft Bedrock Founder’s cape, and there is currently an IPod charger stuck underneath my eyelid. (Yes, I had to make everything that specific.) Help.

but it didn’t matter much, because you were now an alicorn!

I added the bit about the cape after I read this. Now my wings look like the Minecraft Founder’s cape.

This is what happens when someone writes a story when they’re sleep deprived, and lets someone else sleep deprived have a choice for some of the stuff that exists in the story. (I really lost my train of thought there. Hooray, being sleep deprived is fun!)

This fic has inspired me to Reignite the inner Shitpost writer within me

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