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Originally Published June 28th, 2013
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>Day Child of The Elder God in Equestria.
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>You are Anon.
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>Award winning writer and international superstar.
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>Well…not at the moment, anyways.
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>Right now, you’re a drunk asshole who’s couch surfing at Fluttershy’s cottage and you would be lucky if you could write your way out of a brown-paper bag.
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FUCK YOU MR. NARRATOR. I AM A WOOD GRITER.
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>Yes. You even have a habit of yelling at voices that aren’t there.
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>You get off the toilet you installed in the shower without asking and shuffle down to your typewriter.
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>Because while you were shaving your dock, you found it.
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>And it wasn’t just a dingleberry this time!
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>Or Fluttershy. She didn’t even wake you up with a fetish guess like she usually does.
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>But no. Today, you found the inspiration that would change everything…
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YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT’L CHANGE EVERYTHING. PUT ME RIGHT BACK ON TOP A THE HEAP!
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>You sit down at the desk, set your dingleberry by the typewriter, set a paper into the machine, and begin pounding away at the keys…
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>”THE WIGGLY KITTEN by Anon.”
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>8 hours, 2 vodka bottles, 300 pages later, and you have finished your masterpiece.
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>And it
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>is
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>glorious.
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YOUR DAMN RIGHT IT’S GLORIOUS. I’M ANON!
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>Yes you are.
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>And as you head to the couch to victoriously pass out for the night, you hear a knock at the door.
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THE FUCK WAS THAT
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>You grab a lantern and throw open the door, where you are greeted by a small yellow horse.
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HAY SLUTTERFHY. WHERE WER YOU DIS MORNING?
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>She’s knocked back by your vodka-breath.
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>”It’s ‘Fluttershy’. I’ve been telling you that every day this month. I was out doing some research.”
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>Her eyes black out and her voice becomes a twisted charade of itself.
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>”Is darkness your fetish Anon?”
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>Dark tendrils erupt from her body, erasing the only copy of “THE WIGGLY KITTEN.”
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>Oh hell no. That was your golden meal-ticket.
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>You turn towards her, sobered by rage.
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FUCK YES IT IS.
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>Oh.
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>You spend the night engulfed by a kinky inferno of Shadow-play and some Light S&M.
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>The sex inspires you to write the greatest video game of your career.
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>It was an Alan Wake kind of day.
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