Luna's Impossible Growth Luna was having a bad day. It had started with her being woken up near three to the sound of loud banging coming from the garden outside. When she had aroused herself and gotten to the garden, she had found a small black box laying in a crater in the center, no identifying marks on its surface. Picking up the box, she had taken it inside, where she was now looking at it, tiredly attempting to figure out what it was.
She sighed. If only Celestia hadn’t left yesterday, she could have dealt with this, and perhaps Luna could have gotten more sleep.
But dealt with this must be. Any strange, unidentified object which found itself in the Canterlot garden could be considered potently dangerous, and it was her duty to take care of it.
So Luna poked at the box, wondering what it could possibly be. It was pitch black, about twenty-five centimeters on each s
I am never who you think I am, and rarely am I who you would like me to be.
I do not take requests, only suggestions - and nine times out of ten, mentioning one makes me less likely to do it, not more.
I will not speed up if you bug me.
Any dates of release, even if I say 'tomorrow', are almost always wrong. This is actually just because I screw up a lot.
If I say I am going to write a story, I may not actually do it. If I lose interest, that's just that.
All of this stems from one fact - the work I do here is by and large the least important of all my artistic endeavors, at least as far as I am concerned. It is, unfortunately, apparently my most popular, which I am really not sure how to feel about to be honest.
So, if you do not see me around for a few months, that is perfectly normal. I will be active here far, far less frequently than I will be inactive.
Sometimes I regret starting this.