SirShadowdeath

It wouldn't make sense to make a GTA style pony game, would it? Twilight: GIVE ME THE GOSH DARN BITS CELESTIA. ***** YOU. Celestia: EAT MY MACHINE GUN. Also, Project is dead.

"It's...it's been okay," he responded. "Buissness has been...fairly slow...but other than that...same old same old..." He looked around the room, and spotted Corvus, asleep upon a nearby bookshelf. The black pegasus smiled. "Corvus has been more sleepy lately...must be the change of seasons." Inkblot returned his focus to Storm. "How's....everything been with you?...What's been going on...?"

ALL the non-canon shippings in my opinion.

"It...it really is..." Inkblot said. "I was interested in writing since I was a young colt..." He tried to think back to his youth, remembering all of his past experiences with literature and writing. "I had a lot of support from my family...but I didn't really progress socially or anything...so mainly just stayed inside...and wrote my life away..."

I'm not a colt. lol

Yes everyone, because hugs are completely logical and surely won't freak the hell out of someone who randomly appeared just next to you. EDIT: ^Said it very well

The show's been milked to death now...but a long time ago...if provided some of the most memorable moments that would become overused internet gifs, reactions, fads, memes, and vidspams.

"I've owned it...for many years now...ever since I parted from my parents to live independently..." He nervously looked across the room once again, observing all corners of the store anxiously. "I...I don't know how old it is....but...it looks almost antique...I bought it as is actually...from a pony who helped with the Canterlot Archives...." He gritted his teeth, trying to think of what more he knew. "It wasn't too hard to get actually...The pony just didn't need it anymore...and I...I did....I bought it for what I had..."

Thanks so much for your support and understanding.

"I...I don't know anymore..." he said shakily and tense. "Probably more than a month... and a half..." Inkblot's attention shifted direly onto the desk. He sighed and turned back towards Storm. As he did this, Corvus gently flew off of Ink's back, landing ontop of a nearby shelf labeled with a faded plaque. The only readable letter was the first one, which was a simple "R". "A-anyway...Miss Storm...That's my quant little store. It's...not much...but it's very elegant in it's own...ancient way..."

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As Ink finally finished his long speech on books, he rounded the corner of a nearby bookshelf. He turned toward an oak desk, littered with tons of scraps of paper and quills. Spilled ink stained the counter of the desk. The pegasus smiled gleefully. "And over here is where...is where I do most of my own writing..." He observed the broken quills on the desk. "But I've had some...bad writer's block lately..."

Ink nodded happily, attempting to find something interesting to show her from this small dusty store. He looked around, and then decided a full tour would just be the best idea. "Excuse the dim light...there's only one candle left.." He tried to ignore this fact however, as he calmly walked over to a near bookshelf. "Here's a big section you might be interested Miss Storm..." The black pegasus observed the books, and then wiped off some dust on the shelf with his hoof. "Crafting, Forging, and Professions of History and Equestria..." He pointed off into the distance of the store. "And over would be..." He continued pointing out sections of books, almost becoming lost in his own thought.

"I don't," he said with a short laugh and a smile. "Actually..I just organize them by genre and...then by alphabetical order...But that's the boring stuff." He walked into the depths of the store and gestured for her to follow. "It was very nice of you...to show up! How...how about I show you the works of...this little store? It's not much...but I think you deserve a tour, Miss Storm."

Suddenly, a knock at the door startled the pegasus. He nervously looked at the door, and then turned to the bird. Ink sighed at Corvus, as the bird's forboding instinct had been correct. But at this hour, who could it be? Everyone in the area usually knew the closing time of The Raven's Quill, and he was sure that it couldn't be a local. He peered out a nearby window to see a beautifully surprising sight. Storm had come back! He smiled and trotted along to the door. Without hesitation, we swung open the oak door once again. "H-hello, Miss Storm...! I...I'm so happy that...you decided...to drop by!" Inkblot coughed a bit and then pointed inside, trying to guide her to the dusty uninterior of the old shop. "So...sorry about the...dust and dim light...The store was just...about to close..."

It had been a windy day today, whose breezes had unusually carried on into the dim light of the evening. A black pegasus, aided morally by the raven perched on his back, swung open the door to his small bookstore. The dusty old store smelled of wisdom and unread wonders. Ink smiled, observing the literature which held the antique atmosphere togethor. He had sold many books today, making today a vital market. Yet, he hadn't sold many of his own books. This saddened him to a point, but this feeling was revoked by the thoughts of past experiences. Recent memories of adventure and joy flooded his mind, as he aimlessly stood in place before the open door. Ink smiled before coming back into reality, where he realized that it would be a good idea to shut the oak door before the somewhat mighty breeze completed the chore for him. The black pegasus walked back into the store, and began to blow out the radiant candles one by one. With a single candle remaining, he stopped and hovered back to the silky rug upon the ground. Corvus blinked an nudged his beak against Inkblot's neck, as if he was trying to tell the pegasus something. But it was the end of the day. There was no reason to keep the store open, right? Or was the wise bird foretelling a coming event?

I'm baaack! This thread is too entertaining to leave.

:3 Don't tell me that isn't cute.

Time problems mostly. Interfering with actual work that I need to get done in order to actually live. While I loved this project a lot, I had to call it quits in order to push off a side project for work and projects which have universal benefits to myself and others. It might sound a tad selfish, but I have to work, and at the rate that I was making this project, it would have taken at least three years to finish.

Podcast is getting better.

You don't say?

I expected ponified loki.

OH LOOK A VOICE ACTOR. I'm an idiot for not seeing this earlier.

Discord. I really hope for Discord. On a side note, since hell Tartarus is canon, I'd like to see a demonic entity. Even though it probably won't happen, I can dream.