LifeIt has a way of being complicated and slowing things down... Especially with Splatoon so close to coming out.Life by Medicshy
Also, everyone needs to fund this: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/playtonic/yooka-laylee-a-3d-platformer-rare-vival
However, apart from announcing that there are 2 chapters left of Where Night Meets Day and then I have no clue what I should write next, I actually had something interesting to say.
Spoilers for WNMD after this, so read on at your own risk!!!!!
They gone? Good.
In chapter 24, initially the tree was going to pop up and contain all of the kissy youngins, but in the very first chapter I realized that it would make no sense for there to be a greenhouse up against the back of the perfumery when the ponies that grow flowers have a shop across the street, and that one choice immediately was like "Huh... Now I have a few things I am going to have to worry about later..."
Didn't think it would be 23 chapters later, but still, it's funny how easily a story can ch
Where Night Meets Day 24: ChaosWhere Night Meets Day 24: Chaos by Medicshy
They moved under the cover of nearly perfect darkness, the only lights in the sky the stars. It was all part of the plan, had been since the Princess had met with Ink Well and thought she could sneak out of the castle. The two black forms practically slithered through the streets of Ponyville, one goal in mind.
A quaint house, covered in snow, a few boarded broken windows showing recent disdain for the residents, a feeling the invaders felt as well. They crept up to the door, one of them springing the lock in a manner of seconds with a flick of green magic. The other slid inside, zapping the dog before it could bark, leaving the animal well and truly sleeping in its bed. He signaled to his partner outside, leaving the aging beast to its slumber as they both hovered silently upstairs on insectoid wings.
There were many doors, two of which obviously announced rooms for young fillies, but that didn't bother the intruding parties. They were assassins, plain and simple, and sympathy was