Stuart Moran made it outside just in time. After what he had seen inside the brownstone on Livingston street, it was a miracle that the few ounces of crappy coffee was still inside his gut. A few homicide cops and uniformed cops had already left their offerings of barf already in the building. Considering what covered the walls and ceilings, it was probably an improvement.
Stuart gasped like a beached fish, pulling in lots of cold NYC air. He didn't care who saw him acting like a rookie at his first messy homicide. A smile crossed his round face. So far, Stuart had managed to keep his cookies and not toss them. Yeah, probably not going to get
A few miles away from the Percheron Reservoirs
The scene shifted to Aaron riding in a SUV through the dark night. He didn’t understand why so he sat there blinking for a few moments. As more time passed, Aaron realized that he was being prodded by Well.
“Wake up, snap out of it!” Well yelled.
Aaron jerked and looked around. “What’s going on? I thought we dealt with the mask.”
Well sighed, “No, we just chased it up to some area near the reservoir.”
Aaron’s eyes darted all over the place. “Where’s Princess Luna? We could use her magic. Did Rainbow Dash show up?
Princess Luna flew over the SUV when they were one mile away and engaged the fleeing truck a few feet past the welcome to Dos Broncos sign.
Again, Aaron thought someone was telling him to snap out of it. But again, there was just Well. Aaron looked back at Well to see if he was joining the fight.
Well shook his head. “The magical exchange between Luna and the mask is too fast for me. I'll be lucky to protect our drivers and car from attacks.”
Aaron nodded and turned to look ahead. Blue and black blasts of magic flew between the truck and Princess Luna. He wondered how long she could keep up the constant barrage of spell
Ugh, the moment that I hated was coming up. The moment that I dreaded. One which will drive me from this comfortable psychiatrist's office back into the indifferent arms of the cold cruel world. Heck, even my parents weren't that supportive. Not so sorry mom and dad.
Dr. Saul Levine fixed his brown sorrowful gaze on me.
Please don't drive me forth with just a weak defense, please. Managed not to cringe like a whipped dog. Barely.
"I'm sorry Lydia, but our session time is over. Please remember what I've tried to teach you so you can handle what's out there," He said while ushering me to the door.
No, no! I don't want to go. Here I feel
Aaron raced up the red carpeted stairs in the Baycon Theater. His hooves barely made any sound. The elevators had been shut down for security reasons. There was one more flight to go before they reached Princess Luna's rooms. He hoped they were in time.
“D-did you s-see the p-pony with t-the b-broken horn? S-so s-sad,” Broken said.
Well looked around. “It's still possible to still do magic with a broken horn. They do heal over time.”
“Really, even with p-plastic inside?” Broken said.
“Hmm, maybe not with plastic inside. What do you think, Hock?” Well said.
Aaron was prevented from say
AID private airport
Aaron and his team stood as two ponies walked toward them. He wished they would move faster as they were pelted with small bits of icy hail. Behind them, two black SUVs and the teams pulling them waited.
One of the ponies was a green unicorn mare with an auburn mane and tail. The other pony was a light gray male earth pony with what was left of a red mane and tail. It seemed this pony was balding.
After what felt like an eternity, the sauntering pair finally walked up to Aaron.
“I'm Flash Bang,” she said and held out her hoof for a bump.
Aaron wanted to point out that they were wasting time
The Mask of Atanciel
Calming Word smiled as the warm sunlight hit her dark green coat. She shook her coal-black mane and tail as she trotted over to Horseald Park. At last, she could enjoy her twenty minutes away from fuming and bitching ponies and sip her four-bit green tea in peace. For a moment, she wondered if she should’ve gotten a lid for her drink. So far things were going her way. She got a table not marred by pigeon crap. The homeless ponies that lived in the park were not too smelly.
Calming wasn’t alone in the park, there were other ponies enjoying the sights. She took a sip of her tea. I
Gleaner Chronicles is done up on Gdocs.
I got it edited by someone from Fimfiction.
All I have to do is to update the current chapters and then post the new ones.
Afterwards, I will start posting the next part to the story: Gleaner Chronicles: American Monsters.
I'm not sure what the schedule is but it will get done.
Another year gone and a new one awaits.
I went by the JibJab site to see if they have anything for 2015. Didn't see anything. Anyway, these folks make some great year in review animations. Maybe they are just late.
What did I do this year?
Wow! The crickets are pretty loud here.
Next year, I resolve to do something amazing or at least something memorable.
Yeah, in 2016, I will chew ass and kick bubble gum! Okay, bubble gum is a pain to kick, it just gets stuck on my shoes.
Happy New Year!
Path of Exile
Path of Exile is the name of a game that I have been playing for a few weeks. It looks like Diablo 2 with the bright red health globe on the left side, and the blue mana globe on the right. The graphics are more like Diablo 2/Lord of Destruction than Diablo 3. It's grittier and darker. To dismiss this game as a Diablo clone would be a disservice, there are a lot of things that are different and interesting under the hood.
I heard about this game after seeing a video going over why Diablo 3 breaks wrongly from the other two Diablo games. I didn't agree with the guy's video, but I decided to give this game a try. Its a 5 gb down