Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!

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No. More.

Alright people, I have basically scrapped the plan to let someone answer the riddle to say whether or not they want me or them to sing; I will sing the song.

Instead, you can decide whether I spend my time recording the two songs already out plus the next one for you people to hear, or if I work on the next chapter.

Your choice. Let me hear it.

Title says it all. I shall try to start updating my stories more often, but for now, enjoy the newest chapter of Phases Of Love!

For any and all who look at these blog thingies, I have a simple challenge for you: be the first to answer this riddle (correctly), and I will let you decide whether I sing the song from chapter seven of Phases of Love, or let you sing it. I will teach you how to sing it if you choose the second bit, and I have composed this baby a long time ago. Anyway, the riddle:

How to ask to attain this answer.

Hint: no, the answer is not "what is the answer?"

Alright, since no one seemed to want to vote on the stories the first time, I shall try so with a new set:

In The Life of a Party (why pinkie is who she is)

Of Fiery Passion and Ponified Fashion (spike x rarity)

A Single Step (Scootaloo is taught to fly by rainbow)

To Be Yours (voters shipping)

Alright, does anybody actually read these blog things? I heard tell from the people up top that we need to use this to announce our stuff, but I don't think anyone aside from me actually reads this thing.

Please don't let me feel lonely! Comment on this thing, or something.

Alright, since Bonum Tantibus has been so well recieved, I'm going to cut you people a deal.

Every month, I shall post in my blog a series of concepts for one shots.

You will, in the comments, tell me which one you want.

This is a democracy here. Deal with it.

So here are the choices people:

Luna x Human

Spike x Rarity

Applejack versus Pride

Or

Blueblood getting beaten to a pulp

What is this? Seems to be a... Diary of sorts? What?

Alright, but it's not like anyone's going to read this, right?

Why am I still talking to myself?

Dear diary,

Today I learned that everything written on the Internet is private. Who knew?