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PseudoBob Delightus


How hard can writing novels be, anyway?

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It's okay. I'm here. I can remember what happened.

I'm still here.


Written for the Thousand Word Contest III, categories Horror (Pewter Medal!) and Experimental.

Thanks to Silk Rose, Scriblits Talo, ThePeer, and MorganaTheNotCat for pre-reading and feedback.

Now featuring an excellent dramatic reading by Ross and Wizzy!

I recommend reading this in a web browser.

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Comments ( 32 )

oh my god pseudobob strikes again with another uniquely formatted story PLEASE you had me looking for a repeat of the invisible story 😭😭
gl in the competition!

I love this story well done friend

A dislike!? Unacceptable :pinkiehappy:

Oh, my. :pinkiegasp:

I've got the chills, now. That was very effective.

Good show! Best of luck in the judging!

Twi, you done fucked up 😐

i'm honored to have pre-read this fine piece of words

Loved this story, so sad!
Glad I could help out. :twilightsmile:

Comment posted by Compass The Pegasus deleted Jul 10th, 2024

You sure have done it again with the interesting formatting, Bob.

Very nice.

I really enjoyed your





what was it?


oh

your story.

Saw the title in the featured box, immediately knew whose this was xD

I saw the title and I immediately thought "Yup, it’s PsuedoBob Delightus".

You really nail unique formatting!

Well, that was certainly an interesting read.

Great way of displaying someone fading from existence in writing format.

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Thanks for the help!

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Glad you enjoyed it - thanks for the feedback!

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Oh no... the mortifying ordeal of being known... :twilightsheepish:

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That's for certain, assbutt2. There but for the grace of Celestia go I.

I would not know to say that this is the first story of yours that I have read, since I do not notice the authors, but this story I loved, not if it is by the format that it has or by how the small story was structured, but it was enchantingly scary and completely fun

Usually in these kinds of stories, I guess Discord ends up saving the day at the end, but only when he’s "good," and I think at the time of the story, it would be before that

Loved how spaced out and fragmented the thoughts were here. The simple stuff was what really drove it home, stuff like the

ah
um
a

bit(s)

This is terrifying in a completely different way than any other story I have read. Deeply unsettling.

So this story is basically if your conscience had a mind of it's own. Great job.

Howdy, hi~! Its DaOtterGuy

Glad to see you practicing that opacity setting that you had talked about before :p. Past that, really liked how unsettling this was. It was so interesting, representing the fading opacity as losing train of thought or, in the context of this story, thought itself. It's a weirdly almost in-universe meta story and told from such an interesting perspective that I can't even be sure if my interpretation is even correct. Definitely rambling, but the point is that this was a super banger read. Thanks~!

:rainbowhuh: That was... Good.
I like it.
I have no idea how you did that thing with the words, where they were fading, but that was cool.
And... Dark.

Didn't feel really scary, but... It was deep.
I don't really have words to describe what I just read other than it was unique, and I like it.

The tone of the music may not be quite as accurate as I would have hoped, but nonetheless, this song is perfect for this fic.

"i" by Aphex Twin, from his 1992 album Selected Ambient Works 85–92.

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So [opacity=0.5]Carrot Top is best pony.[/opacity] renders as Carrot Top is best pony.

"I!"

"And you are not you--you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream--your dream, creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me ...

"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream--a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought--a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"

—Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger (ch. 11)

Love it. I have a soft spot for abstract stories like these, very interesting stuff!

I would like to think this story is simply Twilight zoning out, but the "Sad" tag suggests something darker, I dunno, just my observation

Abstract stories can have infinite interpretations lol

What was its name?

I could have sworn that I knew its name.

dang trying to do phenomenology while suffering from this mind blanking is just so tragically ironic

Wait, no, that might have been Applejack.

Rainbow Dash would say, "Pardon me, but-"

No, that's more like what Rarity would say.

Rainbow Dash would say, "Geez, Twilight

hehe that is indeed what the three of them would say respectively

I think I'm talking to myself. Thinking. Thinking to myself.

and ooh this does seem to be trying to capture something about consciousness. i am fond of the idea that at its core, consciousness is our mind trying to simulate other beings in a social context, and our own sense of self is just one of those simulations that thinks it is the entire brain. so when the threads begin to be pulled apart, confusing a self-monologue for a dialogue is a natural mistake

There was something there when it happened. Shapes in the fog. A blur. Two trunks, inverted because of my position relative to them. And something opposite them. Flexible strands parted by another trunk.

I think I'm describing myself.

she is describing her own hindlegs and tail? and ya that is brain problems level of disassociation! everything is more fun when ponies are doing it

And the spell that was meant to break down the walls. To see beyond them.

Not the walls of my

house?



No, not that kind of wall.

and ooh another way the brain can fall apart! matching words to their right definition by context is nontrivial and very apparent when it goes wrong

Magic is especially difficult to observe naturally, but when understood it can be employed to further the observation of itself. This was the purpose of my

ah classic Twilight pushing the limits of magic farther than they were meant to go thus producing existentially terrifying results, that happens so often!

This should be a location. I was at a location before. In my house,

or wherever

but now im not

or at least i cant tell

right now

oof, really can’t hold more than one thing in her mind at once now!

i am still

and love this artifact of the English language that makes this the intermediate between “i am still here” and “i am”, there is something just so poetic about that.


fantastic job in communicating the feeling of Twilight’s mind coming apart in such a directly felt way! it’s something that is so very easy to slip into maudlin in a less skilled writer’s hands but you strike a great balance. thank you for writing!

Remember, folks, when exploring uncharted realms, always layer on far more safeguards than you may think you need. Time-based automatic retrieval is all well and good until you venture into a realm that lacks the concept of time as we understand it. Alternatively, don’t go. Not until you send a probe of some kind in there, and more importantly either have a remote feed or means of retrieving it.

In all, a haunting and well-presented tragedy of poor testing procedures (and, you know, all the same horror of watching a loved one succumb to neurodegenerative illness on a much faster timescale.) Well done, and thank you for it.

Yay! Comment avalanche!

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this does seem to be trying to capture something about consciousness

Not something I approached in a systematic way, but on review it seems a lot of my stories are about consciousness. And this story could be considered an opposite of What am I?, in which an unthinking object thinks itself awake. Funny how that works!

she is describing her own hindlegs and tail?

Not specifically what I was going for, but the idea was she's trying to describe herself without any intuition about her own body plan, so you got the idea.

i am still

and love this artifact of the English language that makes this the intermediate between “i am still here” and “i am”, there is something just so poetic about that.

Yeah, it was really neat that all the stages from "i am still here" to "i" are valid statements.

it’s something that is so very easy to slip into maudlin in a less skilled writer’s hands but you strike a great balance

:yay:

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In all, a haunting and well-presented tragedy of poor testing procedures

Twilight doesn't know the meaning of "measure twice, cut once". I mean, she doesn't know anything anymore, but she didn't know that before either.

(and, you know, all the same horror of watching a loved one succumb to neurodegenerative illness on a much faster timescale.)

We love writing about horrific things, don't we folks.


Thank you for the nice comments! I'm glad you liked the story.

It is interesting and a little funny how everyone seems to have their own interpretation of what happens to Twilight. Did she escape reality, or destroy it? Or just destroy her mind some way or another? I did have something specific in mind while writing it, but what good is my opinion? The author is dead, or outside of reality, or something. You get the idea.

Hello! I reviewed this a bit ago, so here's your overdue courtesy note. I liked that I thought of more than one possibility about what's happening to Twilight, part of which was because it was in Equestria, not on Earth. Even though I'm often not a huge fan of experimental formatting, I think it did a decent job here. Upvoted!

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