Hello, chaps.
Male. Los Angeles, California. Hmm. I have a WPM of 65. Meh. Occasionally arts. Lord of Dorkness's #1 fan. User #26976. inb4 Crossover
Robots
Everypony is a robot, with a mechanical endoskeleton and living skin, and nanobots for reproduction.
Everypony except Sweetie Belle.
Brain, let me sleep already.
Yes, I'm still writing it. The next chapter is around 2K words. Yay. Rewritten once because it had no set up.
I had written most of it near midnight when procrastinating, so I'm running it through some revisions.
I like to thank Appletank for spending the time to make corrections and flesh it out a little, though he would appreciate some different perspectives.
So I just finished reading a series, titled the "Grimnoir Chronicles," by Larry Corelia(?)
Long story short, Magic appears on Earth in the mid 1800's to no apparent reason for the average folk. In reality, some sort of space whale noodly thing gave humans magic, who "get stronger" over time, and when they die, harvest the energy. The reason for this is because it is on the run from a giant alien blob thing that wants to eat Earth.
Regarding the trope that shotguns appear to be useless after 10 feet or so, and magically turn into cotton balls.
Instead of trying to balance around rock paper scissors style when shotguns are portrayed side by side with assault rifles, machine guns, and the like, this would be a game dedicated to shotgun porn. Some sort of leveling system to unlock newer shotguns, though there's still the occasional non-shotgun weapon if you really want to snipe people.
Hello. People who have visited "Diary ... " may recognize me rambling about this
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Welp, I got out a sheet of paper, drew it parodying the "Polar Express"'s movie poster, hated it, and made a second one that's a bit more informative.
So this is #15.