Hi Everypony,

Just found this cool little article, stumbled onto it on Facebook. Made for interesting and informative reading, so I thought i'd share it with any and all other aspiring writers out there.

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So, I managed to finally sneak all the way into the main reactor core. There I am, on the lift going to the lower level, and I have a moment to take stock of the situation, try to put a positive spin on all the things that are going down.

Okay, so, I'm still trapped on a space station that's falling apart at the arse end of the universe, and whose dominant ethnic community appears to be freakish, homicidal androids with a strangulation kink...

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Waits you unbelievable, fart gargling, testicle licking, rectal wart!!!

If I make it back onto that station I will pull your teeth out through your ears and use them to saw your balls off so I can jam them in your eyes so hard you'll need a doctor to pull them out again!!!

Then i'll send a picture of it to your mother!!!

I found out what could possibly go wrong with playing Alien Isolation

The gribbly bastard is in my dreams now!
Not even playing the game, and it's still chasing me!

Oh where's Luna with a Smart Rifle when I need her?...

'cause what could possibly go wrong with that?

Oh I can hew boys, I can hack it out.
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout.
I can hew boys, coal that's black and fine.
I'm a collier lad, working down the mine.

On saint Monday's day, it's well I do admire,
To be sitting at home, by me old coal fire!
Then it's down to the pub, for a drink or two,
For a work on Mondays, that would never do!

Oh I can hew boys, I can hack it out!
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout!

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Well, the month of love is officially a bust...
Seriously, a whole month? It's a whole month now? There's one day in the middle of it with it's own saint, and now it's spun out for an entire four weeks.
Oh well, bring on March. As in, to walk forward with purpose.
I have four stories to be getting on with now, time to drop this mooching over being single, stop getting distracted with games and start doing something about it.
Forward, MARCH!

And what a glorious morning it is!

What a view.

Kind of morning you wish you could fly.

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Good night everypony, sleep tight and sweetest of dreams.