“Yea, depending on the object, you’d need to effect it on a subatomic level. Gold atoms have, if I remember correctly, seventy-nine protons. So, say you’re working with mercury, which I don’t recommend by the way, you’d need to take a single proton away from each and every atom to make gold.”

I can t help it...MOAR PREVIEWS!

“Because I got a tie. Ponies love ties.”

Pic has nothing to do with the post, I just like Full Metal Jacket.

Anyway, Chapter 23 is finished, and I've sent it to be edited.

“This may sound like bragging doctor, but believe me when I say that nothing in this world can kill me.”

"Oh that's right, don't make any fucking effort to get up to the top of the fucking obstacle! If Celestia wanted you up there, she would have MAGICKED your ass up there by now wouldn't she?"

I then added that to the long list of ‘shit I need to do when I’m sane again’. Have rarity make me a black suit with a red tie so I can look like Agent 47, sing AC/DC’s Thunderstruck in front of the enire city of Canterlot, and then help Vinyl develop a working base cannon.

I just half-dislocated my right arm...WHILE LYING IN MY FUCKING BED! I actually felt the bone slipping out of the socket, but stopped before I rolled to far. I am the only person I know that can cause serious harm to himself by peacefully lying in bed.

Its magic bitch, I aint gotta explain shit.

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Ask the madman all your questions.

I robbed the royal treasury, killed seven royal guards before they even knew I was there, pissed in your sink, and took a shit on your bed. I will probably be executed, but you know what?

Also, to make up for the long-ass wait on the next chapter, I'm publishing 2 in one day.