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  1. RealityPublishing
    Now I just want to start off by saying, I love The Legend of Zelda. I grew up with it, and, in fact, Ocarina of Time was the very first video game I ever played. I loved it more than anything in the world. As a mindless 4-year old blowing through the Shadow Temple with nightmares to spare, I was always in awe at how a boy no older than myself, was able to traverse across the vast lands of Hyrule and defend an entire kingdom from Ganondorf. Ocarina of Time will always stay in my heart as the best game to ever exist. 10/10 -IGN
     
    But while making my way through the death traps in the Bottom of the Well, I caught wind that there was yet another Zelda game on the 64. The name of the game was The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. Now, back then, there was no way for a toddler to get his crumby hands on Dial-Up, at least, not for me. So I managed to forget about it and move on.
     
    Nearly 8 years later, the name once again arises with a remake on the Nintendo 3DS, a handheld console that I still would argue is superior to the PSVita, a gaming equivalent to MySpace and Windows Vista. (Vita, Vista, huh. I wonder if there's a connection) Having remembered the brilliant adventures of the masterpiece Ocarina of Time, I set off to find myself the original cartridge for this mysterious successor.
     
    Another year or two passed until I managed to find myself a Gold Cart copy of Majora's Mask for about 60 bucks with a replicated Expansion Pak of the same price. Slamming the cartridge in my system, I booted it up and started a file named "BEN", in respect to the Creepypasta. Back then, and now, I like to play 3D Zelda games with a challenge known as the "3-Heart Challenge", where, the player rejects all heart pieces and containers dropped or earned. Let me just say, the adventure on the original system would never compare to what the 3DS had to offer.
     
    I often complain that games today are simply too easy. Anyone can pick up and play them without dying once, hence why I like to revert back to a remake's original. Majora's Mask was a rage inducing nightmare that I truly enjoyed. Everything about it was familiar, chaotic, and absolutely impossible. Having bought the 3DS remake beforehand, I thought I knew everything about the game. WRONG. I can list everything they changed from the original right here, and right now. Of course, I'm not going to, but just about every boss battle was changed to make it more "paced", items were changed from their location. The Bombers' Notebook had no purpose in the original, but, that didn't bother me. I like to call the new game a well-deserved reboot. I like the remake, but the original is so much better. I found myself stomping around my room, tossing my controller on the floor, and screaming at my 2x2 VCR TV while drinking Pepsi more than enough times. It was the most excitement I'd felt in the longest time.
     
    I managed to beat Majora's Mask 64 with about 70% completion by avoiding all fairies, heart containers, and having one mask missing: Fierce Diety. For some reason, I just couldn't finish that Goron obstacle course. What a load of crap.
     
    The lesson of today is legit. If you see a remake hitting the stores, play and respect the original first.
     
    -RealityPublishing
  2. RealityPublishing
    Oh, man. This one brings me back. I like to consider this story as my "true" brony origin story as it was the first time I "crossed the line" and wasn't planning on going back. Certainly, I have another story where I "officially" discovered MLP, but I like to call this one the superior.
     
    The day was October 11th, 2015 and I had finally finished watching Season 1 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. In all honesty, I thought it was a bit bland and I was eagerly waiting for the suspense of Season 2 after hearing all the talk about Discord and other events that took place. Now, I wanted to really, truly enjoy MLP for what it was and without criticism or spoilers from anyone. I knew Twilight grew wings at one point, and I knew about Discord. But that was it. I went so far as to avoid clop that had Twilight's wings so I could avoid a spoiler. Looking back, I'm glad I did. I later found that second season to be tremendous; it was something I hadn't seen in a long time.
     
    Unfortunatly, by the time I'd finished Season 1, a little ticking clock slowly grew in my head; and, just as Hasbro intended, I suddenly wanted merch. Now, I was always a fan of plushies. In fact, when I was 10, I used to make movies with them! So me buying a few horses from the local walmart would create no suspicion whatsoever... well... at least that's how I think now. Those early months of a Brony's life are mostly about tip-toeing and sneaking around corners like some kind of spy, and this was especially true with me. I felt I'd be disowned if my parents ever found out. Of course, I had my arguments to defend myself all lined up like some kind of defence force, but I really didn't want it to come to that.
     
    I rationalized for about an hour, constantly telling myself that if I did buy this plush, there would be no going back. There'd be no returning to a state of loneliness. I'd be stuck in the Brony Fandom until the end of its days. I shrugged it off and went to buy it anyway. It was 12.95, and I was returned, what I call, "Hasbro's Mighty Nickel". Seriously, am I the only one who is always returned a nickel? Anyway, the time was about 3:20 and I needed the extra time to... scale my building.
     
    Yeah, I scaled my building for the means of a 13 dollar plush. Maybe not the best rationality, but at the time, I can see why it was the only available option. I think the worst thing about this story, was that I had to do everything all over again because I found a Rarity Plush hiding behind the nightmare-fuel Rainbow Rocks dolls. It was another 13 bucks, but it was totally worth it.
     
    About a week later, my mom was digging through my room and found my Rarity sitting on the bed. She came downstairs and asked me about it, but I just shrugged and told her I picked it up a month ago. She believed me, but my Brony secret didn't last very long. I had to tell her because I was aiming on getting the Starlight Glimmer and Twilight Sparkle plushies and I needed the "waterways" unlocked so I could order online. I told both my parents months later; after I'd collected four of the seven.
     
    Wow, that's my longest blog! Congrats, me! Lesson of today is to swim. Yes, swim gud.
     
    -RealityPublishing
  3. RealityPublishing
    So to clarify, all that stuff I said in the last update about "special surprises concerning upcoming stories", bogus. Yeah, I'm not going to pull those yet; they're in the reserves. Now, to begin today's belated peril. (seriously, me writing this at 9PM is practically a crime)
     
    Before I start, I just want to say, I love my Xbox. It's a gaming machine that does it's job a good 40% of the time when compared to my computer (which is still high considering it's dead to the floor. Yeah, I couldn't fix it). So for everything that's happened, I don't hold it against my Xbox. It's all about those puppeteers behind the curtain, Microsoft. Damn, those guys really need to step on it. Windows 10? Seriously? I'm lucky to still have an install disk for Windows 7 Home Prem. Now I'm ranting; continue.
     
    I got a text from my friend, a PlayStation fanatic, and he tells me that I could come over for the day. Of course, I'm not going to let an opportunity like that down, so I went! Now, at this time, I was in the middle of my first playthrough of Watch_Dogs and I'm a Microsoft supporter, thus, I wouldn't be able to play my Xbox games at his house even if it killed me. So of course, I had to bring the console. I quickly packed a backpack and ran to his house carrying a 200 hundred dollar gaming console, again, not exactly the smartest idea.
     
    Now, I got to play a good 5 minutes before everything went down. My friend was cool about me using his television and everything, but the real problem was that he wanted to show me a meme. Normally, I wouldn't mind a good meme or two, but when I turned around, hell broke loose. My toe, simple and plain as it is, tapped (I'm talking Fluttershy level of tapping) the Xbox as it ran and that's when it happened. My beloved Xbox, ground, I'm talking CHAINSAW LEVEL OF GRINDING, my CD. The sounds it made were only comparable to a blender caught on fire and then melted with the heat created from an overcooked steak. I was in pure shock, whispering to myself as my dear Microsoft companion continued its mighty rage,
    "Please don't let the rumors be true; please don't."
    Yes, I really said that and... well... upon my disk was the most beautiful piece of art. It was like my system was trying to show off, expressing itself with a precious circle imprinted upon my 20 dollar copy of Ubisoft's "next-gen" (yes, the parentheses) masterpiece. I walked home knowing I'd just burned money.
     
    Now, I wasn't ready to give up. To me, this game was awesome and I'd been drooling over it since its release. So I ran to the library, hoping I could rent a disk resurfacer. Nope. Ran home to drench the disk in toothpaste. (Not exaggerating on that "drenching". I literally dunked my CD in a vat of toothpaste.) NOPE, nothing worked.
    "Fine," I said, digging around the youtube archives of underage punks dipping their copy of Modern Warfare in oil, lighting it on fire, then putting it out with their prepubescent tears, "I'll just have to try something else."
     
    I did the whole process twice, the toothpaste. It wasn't until afterward that I found a video explaining that Car Wax was the answer to all my problems. Did I get that wax? No, I haven't. Five dollars is a lot to a brony who isn't allowed to get a job and spends all his lawn greens on pony dolls. That copy of Watch_Dogs is still sitting under my bed, waiting, wishing, and wanting to be played once more. Still feel bad for my Xbox. Such a beautiful circle...
     
    Lesson of today is to not get Windows 10. If you did, then I take my hat off to you; your eulogy will be done by tomorrow afternoon.
     
    -RealityPublishing
  4. RealityPublishing
    So back when I had friends (It's a long story and I'll be more than willing to tell when I run out of ideas), I was really into the music genre of Vapourwave. This style of music captivated me because of just how hilariously stupid and simple it was to make and listen. Because of this, I ran out and snagged my very own copy of FL Studio just to make Vaporwave. Yeah, very good investment. Now of course, I try to learn it here and there, which, in fact, I have written and composed a few good pieces. But back to the story, I told my former friends about this new discovery and exposed them to it as much as possible. Naturally, they'd never heard of it, but immediately fell under that same "So stupid it's good" spell as I had. No, they didn't want to make it and were just happy to have a quick listen, but I was ready to go the extra mile.
     
    Now, having not been born into that "early 70's" commercial and jazz era, I had no idea where to find the source material and begin making this masterpiece. The only songs I had on hand were a few Metal arrangements composed by none other than DAGames. At the time, I just wanted to get my career on the road and didn't exactly care for quality control, so, I booted up FL, messed around with the settings, slowed it down to about -37% and... well... I'll let you be the judge of this piece. (I was able to extract it from my Google Drive before my laptop shut down. See "I AM A COMPUTER")
     
    Having embraced the severity of quality it was radiating from my headphone speakers, I soon came up with a name for this newly bred beast of a genre. I insisted that it'd be a new hit, but I never got around to having it published. So, I present to everyone here, my timeless masterpiece...
     

    Meet Deathcore, the very embodiment of emo hell.



    (Trust me when I say it's bad and I think runs at about 8 minutes.)


     

    -RealityPublishing
  5. RealityPublishing
    So before I start today's story, I just want to make an announcement. You see, I've been playing quite a bit of Tetris Ultimate lately, and... well, I just wanted to say that I can really connect with Tetris. As I was placing those little blocks, I suddenly realized how great it really is to be placed and rearranged. So, I believe I have made my decision. I now sexually identify as Tetromino. If you don't know what that is then am deeply offended and you should jump off a bridge or something.
     
    Alright, so back to the story. My crazy Asian friends (the ones who made me injest half a tube of wasabi), are just a little shy of insane, and I knew this. So, to get my "ultimate" revenge, I came to school with a roll of smarties, you know, those old fashion candies your parents gave you to act your age. Anyway, I slapped about four of them on the lunch table and smiled,
    "I dare you to snort them," I'd say to the "leader" (the one who recorded everything the day before).
    Of course, being a part of a culture that revolved around honor, he couldn't deny. Instead, he asked me for a credit card to chop it up. I handed him a subway card, which, did the trick just fine. I watched him as he carefully lined it up and pressed his face against the table. At this point, just about everyone was standing around him, watching as they silently chanted him to do it.
     
    He went home early that day, dazed and confused on what was going on around him. Lesson of today is to not do drugs or snort smarties. It won't make you smart.
     
    -RealityPublishing
     
    EDIT: Photo has been added.
  6. RealityPublishing
    To better expose my "bad life choices", I'll tell this one to you:
     
    The school year was great, yeah? For me, I went to a new school. Private and Japanese with the occasional white-kid car fanatic from Alaska (not joking). So to "prove" myself to these "ruffians", I chose to eat all the wasabi they had on hand. Now, at the end of the day, that was equivalent to around... one teaspoon a day. Not bad, right? Well, one of those guys got smart, and issued a challenge that I was in no mood to deny. The very next day, he hands me a plastic tube of wasabi paste and tells me to down it in front of a camera. Now, being as ignorant as I was, I'd never seen wasabi paste. All I knew was that it was some kind of low-quality wasabi company that washed ashore Giligan's Island in search of selling to the locals. Reluctantly, I opened the tube, just a bit bigger than my hand (around five or six inches tall), and swallowed as much as I could without gagging. Of course, it was on tape, and everyone in the room (10 people tops) was just as shocked as the guy filming. No one would do it, but me. After I ingested the paste, I could only describe it as a chunky, watery, cheese dip-style... uh... well... all I know is that afterward, you'd be plagued with migraines, stomach aches, and a lingering flavor of rotten Matzo Ball soup in your mouth for longer than you'd ever wish for. Sure, I did get a good reputation at that school for... being myself... but... just don't do what I did.
     
    So in short, I hated everything for about 2 days and wanted to throw up for a week. Lesson?

    Don't eat plain, low-quality manure for recreation.


    (I'll finish the story tomorrow with "real snorting")
     
    -RealityPublishing
  7. RealityPublishing
    Alright, I'll kick this off with one of my more... recent memoirs.
     
    I think it was... last month? I'm not sure. Either way, I was at home, alone and screaming my lungs out and making spell-bindingly good progress in the newest update of My Little Karaoke. I remember this because later that night I was drafted into buying three more bottles of water at the nearest FamilyMart (Convenience store). Anyway, later into the night, around 1AM was when I discovered the magic of the "Online Leaderboard". Seeing how, at the time, I was obsessed with "being noticed" and "making my mark", I did everything I could to reach the top. Eventually I managed to pull a shabby 7,000 on "Join the Herd" with the hardest difficulty. It was good enough for me.
     
    Anyway, as I was scrolling down, a little ad on the side caught my eye. It was an ad for BronyMate. Now, I had seen this ad, in particular, before; this was the ad littering my lusterously unrecognized FiMFiction account and I'd been meaning to check it out. Having been up for nearly the whole night, I decided that I'd check it out with all my late-night delirium included. As soon as I opened the page I began to see the problem.
    "Hmm..." I'd say, scrolling around in the drop-down birthday selection, "It doesn't go anywhere near 1990."
    Now with a title called, "BronyMate", anyone could get the idea that it was a dating-service and normally, I'd turn away. But after seeing the lower disclaimer/description, I figured,
    "Oh! I can make friends here! Great! Friendship is magic, after all!"
    Nope. Not gonna happen. It'd been years since I started lying about my age, but I figured,
    "Nah, I'm older than that; I'm sick of lying."
    I wasn't exactly angry about the whole situation, more of disappointed and, with a lick of delirium, I tweeted out to the BronyMate peeps on Twitter, who, had also been spamming my account with their ads. The tweet, in full, went a little something like this:
    "Wanted to make friends, but the only friend I made was the welcome screen."
    I then attached a picture of the disclaimer and went back to rubbing sandpaper on my larynx in MyLittleKaraoke.
     
    The replied later saying that it was only 18+. Meh. I'm thinking about doing livestreaming in the future. If I do, I'll livestream myself making a BronyMate Account as appreciation for burning an hour of my life.
     
    Yeah, I'll probably write better episodes in the future. I just figured I'd get this one off my chest.
  8. RealityPublishing

    Everything at the End of Mares

    By RealityPublishing,


    Newer Materials
    There comes a time where nothing makes sense anymore. Where everything you’ve done, said, or written, neither comes back to haunt you nor is ever really forgotten about. It simply exists. Sitting there in an endless void of constantly flowing information, waiting for you—or someone—to return to it and breathe new life into the conversation. All the while you, or me, has moved on to complete their daily tasks and assemble into the monotonous void of repetitive gambles and little gain. All compiling to hopefully make the statistic that may prove you’re a smidge better than the last.
     
                Mopey drama aside, looking back, 2017 was an absolutely wild time. I don’t even know where to begin; and that, perhaps, may have been my greatest ward from coming back to this blog. Distancing myself from whatever that was, but wanting to keep a little bit of the charm; I can’t say I’m eager to look back and read what little me wrote all those years ago. It’s been about 6 years since I last wrote one of these, but it feels longer still since I’ve wanted to tread these kinds of waters again. The all-caps titles, the bombastic cutaways, that stench of old edge; very wild times indeed. Whether or not I’ll return to that toxic, cesspit of rant-y banter is yet to be seen, though I’m certainly not entirely opposed to the idea, it could be fun. Retreading old grounds and seeing if what worked then will still work, even if this whole blog ends up being neutered and thrown into a cryochamber yet again for all but a hundred-billion years. I’m definitely going to keep doing the thumbnails though. Those were fun and I’ve still got a fat folder somewhere on my drive containing hundreds of assets and dumb little pee-en-gees of Starlight Glimmer and illuminati triangles.
                My issue is that I’m sure the most of everyone has moved on quite a bit. Not just from me, of course that’s expected, but the end of the show has been tragic and sometime soon I’ll have to write a whole review on that mess. The entire fandom took a hit; and while I’ve spoken with some die-hard G5’ers, it’s unclear how to state my skepticism. I know some people who went along to MareFair and supposedly that was a hit, even if Twitter (currently known as “X”) brings up the occasional distasteful disagreement and all that yada. Though the fandom is in this pseudo-limbo, with how the G5’ers are coping and the G4’ers are becoming brony boomers alongside their G1, 2, and 3 brethren, I’d still say everything is in a fair position. The fandom’s music is still flourishing, new artists keep popping up, and the writers exist.
                To say I didn’t quite like G4’s series finale is an understatement, but to say I avoid watching it and have intentionally nodded off its existence is probably closer to the truth. Whether that be for reasons of salt or tears, I’d say at this point both are valid. In fact, I’d go so far as to say the final three seasons were equally as painful, but in a slow, crawling across a sheet of broken glass-type of pain, even if I were blind to it way back when in the time of yesteryear. How so? Well, I guess that’s something you’ll have to find out.
                It’s been 6 years. A lot of change, stories, experience, mindsets, the works have all happened in that breathtakingly long span and all of it adding up to the need for me to reread the blog rules because it’s been way too long. I’ve changed a lot of the “branding” on my profile, kinda ditching that “corporate” phase for something more personable. Not sure if I’ll change the name though. It’s got a lot of history and the other blog (if you dare) wouldn’t make much sense without it. That and RePub is a nice nickname.
                I changed my best pony, which is probably the biggest whoop of the year, but it was really a turning point since I’d had the same best pony for well over 4 years, being modest. Not sure if I’ll do more fanfictions; I might since it’s been nice writing like this after doing so many lab reports and schoolwork that it may be enough motivation to keep these, even if the first thumbnail isn’t the biggest and best thing you’ve seen. I distinctly remember those thumbnails taking a while to make even if they were intentionally low-quality.
     
                All in all, this was fun.
     
                See you next time and big thanks for reading!
     
                RePub (procrastinating yet another report at 1 in the morning.)
               
  9. RealityPublishing
    WELCOME BACK! I hast returned after my longest (and genuinely my most boring) hiatus! Do I regret taking such a long break after “promising” to write more? Yeah. I do. Am I ditching the corporate episode style to the blog? Yes. Why? Because being the owner of an episodic webseries without payment or any kind of royalties and copyrights is dumb and decreases my motivation toward producing content with outstandingly high effort put into it when I can write anything and make it worth reading regardless. Another reason for that being I finally picked up writing again and would like a fresh start without the aim of being the most popular brony within vicinity of a dying fandom (I hate to admit it, but yes, I had priorities). Regardless, it’s nice to be back and try to keep this ship afloat for at least a little bit longer. I’ve been spending more time with “Le Brick”, so let’s see what this baby can do.
     
    (not to mention, I’ve done a few stupid stuff over the past few months and it would be nice to share them for a change )
     
     
    Let’s get started, shall we?
     
     
                It should come as no surprise that I am the poorest kid on the block. Even without knowing the others in my neighborhood, you could automatically point me out from the crowd just by the number of hours I spent this summer tirelessly racking up hours on steam for the sake of a sick meme.
     

     
     
    By now you’re probably wondering, “What does being poor have to do with hours on Steam?”
                Well, at first, this wouldn’t come up as a surprise. But like any aspiring teen who is one-year shy of getting access from the biggest supply of minimum wage job applications, I liked to abuse any and all systems to find a way to get profit. To be clear and honest, this habit started back when I started playing TF2 (y’know, when it wasn’t dead. Well, it’s still not dead; but back then it wasn’t as dead as it is today) and learned of Community Marketplace. There, I learned you could sell Virtual Items for Real Cash. That got my little gears grinding as I suddenly discovered random drops would populate my inventory after only an hour of gameplay. How cool is that?
     
                Returning to my current dilemma. Little did I know the 10 dollar game I purchased on sale (with the rare occasion of 33% off or something like that) could grant me more profit than any other game. To my unknowing, Counter Strike: Global Offense has some of the most profitable in-game items ever acquired in history (with some prices ranging up to a rumored 10k!). Once again, I had those little instincts clicking again. What if I could get those items and buy something more worthwhile? Like . . . I turned to my cheesy 200 dollar Soccer-Mom Laptop,
                “A GAMING PC”
                It’d be done before, of course. After that very moment (and getting the courage to convince my Dad this was a good investment), I started to collect every case I could get my hands on; and, after watching enough Anomaly vids to realize that, “YES, IT IS POSSIBLE TO GET TWO KNIVES IN THE FIRST 15 CASES”, I started converting every penny I had into the digital currency known simply as, “keys”. I only had 20 dollars, but any money is good money! Especially if you had the chance to make a 300 dollar profit from it! At the time, the Glove Case had truly lost its moment as the brand new Spectrum Case was revealed just a shy two days ago with its peak price being a total of about 15 dollars. I would wait a while before I could open those; and even if I got one, I’d sell it right away to buy more keys for Glove Cases. (‘Cause a good pair of gloves looked really swanky!)
     
                A 20 dollar bill gives you about 8 keys. Out of those 8 keys, the best I got was an “AK-47 | Elite Build” with Minimal Wear float (Condition). I was distraught, but refused to give up on such an American dream.
                “Capitalism will prevail! I will gamble more!” I’d scream in my small two bedroom apartment.
                Shortly after my disappointing unboxing a friend whom I hadn’t seen (wait, Rebus has friends?) in over a year came online. We were friends IRL, so I invited him to play on the new map, Canals. We had a blast and I was still in Silver II. Figures. (I’m about Silver Elite now, so HA) Still, in those final moments of the map being reassigned, the little icon for the “SPECTRUM CASE” shone my friend’s name beneath it shone in the right pane next to the leaderboards. I was screamed as though my friend had won the lottery. It was late at night, so we both logged off. Regardless, I convinced him to give me his case for no real price in return. He didn’t play CS:GO often, so he didn’t keep up with the “politics”. I was one step closer to getting that “2 Knives in 15 Cases” unboxing experience. Unfortunately, Steam Authorizer is that one jerk you don’t invite to parties.
     
                I know two-part-ers are undesirable, but stay tuned anyway! The next part will be released tomorrow at 7:00AM Cent! I’ll see you there! 
     
  10. RealityPublishing
    First thing I want to say is: CC sucks and today I wore a pony shirt everywhere. How cool is that?
     

    Wow, February 2nd? Has it been that long? What have I been doing all this time?
     



     

    Huh. When did I buy that again? Ah well.
     

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    So last month, I purchased tickets for the infamous, "PAX SOUTH 2017". It was only for a single day, but I felt that was enough to satisfy my gaming taste buds. In a sense, it was; but there was still much adventure to be had.
     
    And by adventure, I mean Switch. Nintendo Switch was there. I had the amazing experience of waiting in line for 3 hours just to play Legend of Zelda (another hour-half to play the other games). It's gotta be the most innovative thing I've ever come across (the lines). In order to wait in line for the Switch, you had to travel all the way to the back of the convention center (near these really damp pipelines and whatnot) just to stand in line that moved once every forty-minutes. Of course, everyone had their 3DS (I wish I had), so I doubt many of them even knew there was a line. In fact, during the "Pitch Your Game" panel (really funny, btw), there was this mirror ceiling that, by looking at it, you could count all the little screens from about 300 different people. Damn, I really wish I'd brought my 3DS. . .
     
    So! What else did the convention have to offer? Why, it's the VALVE STORE, of course! Buy CS:GO Pins for $10.00 (In a blind bag)! What are the ratios? 1:1 Baggage. There are no others. However, no Valve store is without a few delicacies. There were no Steam Sales, but they did have a killer CS:GO Desk-Wide Mouse Pad for a good $34.99 (kys myself). I also bought a Corsair gaming mouse . . . but that wasn't from Pax. . .
     
    But the REAL gem of PAX was the We Love Fine market. They had EVERYTHING anyone would want. Costumes? Check. Board games? Check. Overpriced pins? Check. T-Shirts? Check. PONY SHIRTS???? Double Check. Yes, I bought myself a pony shirt for only 25 bucks . . . talk about roadside robbery. . . On the plus side! I wore it all day today (Feb 2nd)! Got no reaction from anyone 'cause people were too busy looking at their phones.
     
    All in all, the convention was great! I got a few famous League of Legends players to sign my badge and even saw the entire team of Luminosity (After their spanking defeat in an Overwatch National) in a nearby restaurant! Don't worry, Luminosity. I still love ya for being there. (I don't watch much eSports, but I've been getting into the CS:GO Tournies)
     


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    I know it's been a while (and my writing's a little rusty), but I'm going to (again) try to get back into the rhythm. Considering the move, there's going to be a lot more activity in my life, so I'll be pushing more daily entries out there. Not sure if you noticed the change in cover formats (concerning the inclusion of the Seasons and Episodes), but I figured it'd be easier if it were designed that way. I've been getting a bit more corporate since the turn of 2017; it's gonna be a big year; strap yourselves in, we're going in with a bang!
     
    On other news, I'm hosting a movie night (hopefully) every Friday night at 6PM Central. (If I'm not there, spam me until I answer) This is going to be on my "RabbitCast" room; so if you're interested in weekly movie nights, we discuss the film on our Discord server! Feel free to jump into the action there
     
    Update on the 5k Special: I have the cover for it done, but I'm going to need a bit more time to redo the session with my Scribe (the world-renowned, "dood" who took notes last time). It's been a long time since we first pulled it off; we're going to need more time to fix my dulled memory. (At this rate, it'll be a 10k special)
     
    Other than that, all is good; I'll see you on the flip side! (Be sure to check the links at the bottom)
     
    -RealityPublishing
     
     
     
    Discord: https://discord.gg/9H7jNKG
    RabbitCast (Movie Night; only open during stream): https://www.rabb.it/Visualboy011
    FiMFiction: http://www.fimfiction.net/user/RealityPublishing
     
    The SWEET pony tee shirt: http://www.welovefine.com/all-mens/the-mane-12-12539.html
  11. RealityPublishing
    YYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW


     
     
     
    Okay, back to my mopey "Arial 14".
     

    So last week, I touched ground in the good 'ol US of A! It was quite a ride and I slept not a wink knowing that just across the ocean was the land of opportunity. Don't get me wrong, I've been to America before, but never in a sense of "moving". Y'see, before, it was more of, "Don't worry, we'll eat these burgers next year. Then you'll really have a taste for them."
    Now it's something along the lines of, "Damn, why did I eat so many burgers? I'm never going to eat again."
    In the words of GRAND MOM, "Life is like a bad sandwich. You keep taking each bite hoping it'll get better. Next thing you know, you've finished the sandwich."
    (You bet I'm bolding that. I expect to see that in the "PonyVerse Yearbook", I wanna see my face plastered over the "Least Likely to Succeed" title bearing my name, "RiPalityPublishing: The Worst Blogger, but a Great AWP.") (Make it happen, mods. Please. We can let it be our little secret. I won't tell anyone I bribed you.)
     
    (If you couldn't tell by now, it's great to be back)
     

    SO! What's new in America compared to Jampam? Sizes, people, ghetto, technology (a slight demotion), and, of course, the first thing I see while greeted into this great country:
     

    BAD AIRPLANE SECURITY


     
    (Talk about kicking 2017 off with an exciting one. . . a rant about air-marshals)
     
    So what's so bad about American security? Well, the first thing is where to begin. . .
     
    Y'see, the problem with America is that for some reason we have this strange philosophy where in order to simplify something, we have to over-complicate it first. And with a herd of fumbling Americans "RushB"-ing through the lines, it gets very, very messy. So how do you complicate something as simple as a line? Aren't customs supposed to be a "get from Point-A to Point-B without getting your toothpaste stolen"? Not in America (save for the toothpaste part). Nope! Here's how they have it set up:
     
    Firstly, separate the lines into two; one for priority (which is bogus since no one uses it) and other being the economy skrubs (like me). Whichever line you take doesn't matter because you'll always get lost in the heat of customs.
     
    Second, split the two lines again into four different x-ray machines. Sure, that sounds simple enough on paper. More machines equals faster progress, right? Ehh . . . not when you've got a lot of extra crap being separated from the luggage just so they can do a "security check".
     
    Now, everything up to this point is rather straight forward. You follow lines, get caught in a bit of lag, what's the deal? Y'see, if you've ever been in the gaming affair long enough, you'll learn about a little something called, "RNG", or "Random Number Generator"; it determines random hit ratios, health points, to critical hits (Don't worry, I just looked it up). Why am I bringing this up? Because only at American airports do they have, "RIB", which, of course, stands for: "RANDOM INSPECTION BULLSHNIKIES". (Seriously, what else?)
     
    I usually comply with the terms of the officials, but today was something a little different. That was my last flight leaving from Aussie, Texas and it was scheduled to leave approx. 15 minutes after our previous flight landed. So we were in a bit of a rush and getting through security wasn't on our list of priorities.
     
    Fun fact: My father, about seven or so years ago, gave me this nifty little external hard drive that I still use to this day. On the back, however, is the coolest part. It's got this two-inch green sticker that reads: "This medium is unclassified U.S. Government Property". How cool is that?
     
    So as we're sprinting through the lines, I noticed one thing odd. The security guard operating the x-ray, pulls aside my prized gift: Desktop 6.0 (My new laptop). At that moment, my head was spinning. What's wrong with my laptop? Do I stash weed in my sleep? What kind of "hazards" do my 2015-built HP productivity laptop have that someone else's doesn't?
     
    We were held up for quite a while. I had to ask one of the "officers" why my laptop was "stolen". His answer?

    "It's been selected for a random check"


    Here's where the harddrive comes in. Y'see, I'm a really big wire-carrier. If you see me carrying a backpack, chances are, it's got about 5 pounds of wires and other electronics. (Always gotta be prepared, amiright?)
     
    And just behind my laptop, ON THE SECURITY BELT, was a big 'ol, green crate of wires (all from me), with that silly little hard-drive (suspicious as it is) and enough copper-wire to build me a taser. Did they touch it? Nope! They didn't even look at it. But of course, they go for the laptop, the only thing that "looks" suspicious enough for a random check. I don't know if they're going by numbers, or by pure dumb luck; but they really should consider a better way of playing RN-Jesus.
     

    When we finally arrived at the hotel, it turns out they inspected my baggage for "hazardous materials" as well. At least they folded my clothes.
     
    -RealityPublishing
     

    I realized I've written 5 MLPForum pages of these blog entries; Happy New Year, everypony! (I'm still trying to find the photos for the 5k special. At that time, it'll probably be 6k. Rip me.)
     
    Discord: https://discord.gg/6fNjXFq
  12. RealityPublishing
    Trust me, you'll need this:
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     


    About two days ago, on an island



    far, far, away. . .


     
     
     

    PONE WARS


     
     
     
     
     

    EPISODE II


     
     
     

    GAMELOFT STRIKES BACK


     
     
     
     
     

    Now, I wasn't going to ANOTHER one of these, but about two weeks ago, during my CRUSADE toward the other side of the world, I was looking at the MEDIOCRE laptops in a convenience store (laptops in a convenience store, how about THAT?). Normally, I'd simply fiddle around with them and CRITICIZE how bad they are (2.5Ghz SINGLE core? What is this? The 90s?); but this time around, something caught MY EYE. On the start menu was a little blue icon with a loopy "G", signifying the ever-so triumphant, GAMELOFT. My timing was bad, but never before had curiosity grown on me. I began to wonder if My Little PONY could be played on WINDOWS 10.


     
     
     

    When I got HOME, I pulled open my NEW laptop and began to search the store for anything resembling my FIANCE'. Finally (after about three seconds), I managed to find a copy of the famed, "HASBRO simulator" dubbed, "My Little Pony: A GAMELOFT game". Here's where things got a bit complicated.


     
     
     

    FIRSTLY, the game is so outdated, they're still pulling up Equestria GIRLS promotions (which was equally bad as it sounds. It's some kind of RHYTHM game, but it's got a really bad delay of about 0.75 SECONDS). And the HUD is about as old as Windows 98 (This version dates back to 2013).


     
     
     

    Unlike the LAST, this version had hardly any lag. In fact, it ran at a smooth 180FPS . . . when it wanted to. Ever so OFTEN, the game would drop to a dead HALT at the worst times. "Want to grab that apple that's falling on the other SIDE of the screen? WHOOPS, let's drop the frame-rate to 12 and forget this was going to happen". It does that QUITE often and always at the most inconvenient of times (like that STUPID EQG dance party mini-game)


     
     
     

    A lot of the THINGS here are the same as what I said in the ORIGINAL post. It's a waiting simulator that only runs BETTER because it's a Windows 10 counterpart. Despite this, I still MANAGED to have fun by burning all of Ponyville's REVENUE and forcing all the MARES to work for low wages, basically creating Gameloft's COMMUNIST dream society.


     
     
     

    One thing that, REGRETFULLY, remained the same were the loading times. Now, in WINDOWS 10, apps that work like programs are SUSPENDED whenever the person clicks off them or MINIMIZES them. That's fine and all, but when you're DOWNLOADING updates? It resets EVERYTHING and you have to start it all over again. For a game that already had LOADING issues, it was pretty bad and took me 6 HOURS to downloading something with bad HOTEL internet. Nice thing is that after that FIRST boot, everything goes back to normal and you can spam your Twitter feed with as many horses as you want.


     
     
     

    The BETTER thing about this version is that I could ACTUALLY experience all the game has to offer. (Such as BAD minigames and other DELICACIES)



    A lot of the minigames are the same, do the task at HOOF and earn some points. Problem is, it gets really repetitive and you'll soon find out that you earn the same amount of EXP per game (I'm looking at you, TELESCOPE game [which is harder with a MOUSE).


     
     
     

    The game still costs a lot to play. Not so much REAL currency, but the bits are just as bad. Buying is a pain and really scrapes you dry. ONE problem with buying is that it NEVER tells you just how much money you'd be making with a new SHOP, forcing you to blindly punch numbers into a calculator to find the bits per SECOND ratio. (Yay, SCHOOLWORK)


     
     
     

    Eventually, like many of you I'm sure, got TIRED of the waiting and remembered a little trick. CHEAT ENGINE, the problem solver of the world. Within this MAGICAL program is a SPEEDHACK, which can UNLIMIT the FPS in the game; thus, making me more MONEY. As soon as I remembered it, I downloaded and submit my COMMUNISTIC Ponyville to EXTREME measures (Pinkie Pie style). Now we're happy to announce that we're making 10,000 BITS every twenty seconds.


     
     
     

    So that's GAMELOFT'S PONY GAME, from what I've heard, there's a co-op mode where you can play with others. I've got a friend who might be able to help with that; so if all goes well, I'll UPDATE this story and add an EPISODE III.


     
     
     

    No this is NOT the 5k special.


     
     
     

    -REalityPUBlishing


  13. RealityPublishing
    First and foremost, I'd like to thank everyone for reaching the 5000 view count. Seriously, I don't think I've ever reached a number that big for any of my work. Thank you for everything; it's been a wonderful holiday season. Secondly, no, this is not the special. This entry is simply me writing a review for something that happened two hours ago. I'm working on the special; I've gotta fix up the images in photoshop and I'll go over a few notes. I've been backed up with two new entries (a first) so I've got about one more entry after this and I'll be releasing the special.
     

    Thank you everyone, it means a lot.


     

    SO! Watch_Dogs, Watch_Dogs, Watch_Dogs. If I got a nickel every time I mentioned that card-board cutout of a game, I'd be rich. So where to begin. Let's see . . .
     
    As many readers may or may not know, I've been in the process of my "worst" move. It's taken a lot out of all of us, our trip to the states. We've thrown away about 20 pounds of childhood memorabilia and shedding a few tears in the process. Anyway, while sorting through my things, I found it. My old copy of Watch_Dogs, a game I picked up not a month ago. Well, this time I had the case, so I suppose it's different. Anyway, I popped open the case and found both discs inside, patiently waiting for me to rage at the TV one last time; I placed the cd into my XBox and tried to load the game one last time. Did it work? Of course not, but it did give me an idea. Hidden behind the cover art was a phone number, one to Ubisoft Support. So I called them up, hoping that with whatever glimmer of hope I still had, I'd be able to exchange my broken copy for a new one (a code at least).
     
    Yeah, good luck with that. Ubisoft Support, although not the worst, couldn't care less. I'll admit, the person on the phone was nice, but he kept referring me to buying a new copy. (Apparently there was some sale on the original to make way for Watch_Dogs 2)

    "I don't wanna buy a new copy! Just give me a code or something!"


     
    That call was a waste of money. Anyway, fast forward to today, I managed to pick up a copy on Steam for 15 bucks on the "Complete Edition" (A friend picked it up for me; I'm cheap). So I spent the whole day downloading the gaping 17GBs at 500KB/s. How delightful. You've gotta thank hotel internet for their relentless dedication.
     
    On to the juicy parts . . . GAMEPLAY! The GAMEPLAY IS STUNNING! When I move my mouse, it's like I'm a glitchy hacker. While watching the cutscenes, I can't tell if I'm lagging or that's the real-deal. 20 frames per second is like a life goal. Could you imagine what would happen if the real world ran at 20 frames per second? We'd all be buying GTX 1080s. That's what would happen.
     
    There's really no point to this entry anymore. There's not much to say, so I'll let the pictures of my rad adventure pull it off.
     
     
     



     

    AIDEN PEARCE LOOKS GOOD AT 800X600 RESOLUTION



    (Yeah, his name is spelled that way. I had to check.)


     




     

    I always looked at it as an aesthetic_the bare streets and no shadows kinda added to aiden's crippling depression.jpg



    (Not to mention, check out that guy in the poster! He's lookin' pretty fiiiiine!)


     





     

    OWL MOTEL NEVER LOOKED BETTER



    (Shot with in-game engine)


     





     

    Ubisoft is the Picaso of pixel art. Look at all those fine textures!


     
     
     

    Welp, that was my "adventure". It lasted a good half-hour, so it's not that bad. Like I said, I've got better entries (unlike this one) coming soon! So stick around for those. Hopefully I've have Internet to post 5k special.
     
    -RealityPublishing
    (If you couldn't tell, this is my "I just woke up" writing. )
     

    Discord: https://discord.gg/6fNjXFq
    FiMFiction:http://www.fimfiction.net/user/RealityPublishing
     
     
     

    ALSO: This is going to be my new profile picture. I hope you enjoy.
     



  14. RealityPublishing
    "I'M GOING TO KYS MYSELF"


     

    During the past week, I had the honor of washing the car for money. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, but that day was different. Between the writing competition and my daily routine of snorting four "shaft-long" Wonka Pixy-Stixs, I wasn't going to let this opportunity down. What was I going to buy? A Steam Card, of course! Counter-Strike: Global Offensive was on sale for 33% off! That's a whole 5 dollars off! By golly! I wasn't going to miss that for the world! So I bought CS:GO for the first time and waited seven whole days to play it. Why? Because I still don't have a computer and I was stuck waiting in line for the household "desktop" (if you could even call it one) filled with 266 GBs (not joking) of family memobilia and the occasional Spider Solitaire save file to become available.
     
    So after four years, I finally experienced CS:GO. What do I think of it? Here, I'll let Russian Kids ".." and "-x-" sum it up for me.
     


    "Cyka bylat"


     

    To be honest, I didn't think the rumors would be true; but boy was I wrong. Every single lobby you enter is filled to the brim with foul mouthed Russian kids hogging and slurping up the microphones. No, I didn't get screamed at directly, but I was called a "cyka", so I'll consider that a promotion toward "edgy"
     
    Oh, and yes, there are cheaters. A LOT OF THEM. My very first match (in Dust 2. Was there any doubt?) had one hacker jumping around the map with a Desert Eagle headshotting everyone on his radar. My first reaction was, "Oh wow! This must be some elite player!"
     


    *goes back to wallbanging everything in sight*


     

    Now, as I'm writing this, I've played about 6 hours of CS:GO. In that time, I could've washed my mom's car twenty times over. Unfortunately, I was stuck playing the same two maps over and over again (Dust 2 and Mirage). Seriously, what is it with desert maps? Is it the character models? Why? WHY? WHY?
     
    Eventually, I discovered the other modes. They're pretty cool and I'm not as bad with them as the "'Casual' Russian Invasion" mode. Though, I'm pretty sure that's only because I remember playing on "Baggage" back in 2013 for Minecraft 1.5 (Shotbow Network, I believe).
     
    So in short, CS:GO is pretty addictive. I've neglected my chores and resorted to playing video games all day. Stage One of "Skin Insanity" complete. If you like being screamed at by russian kids, this game is for you.
     
    Oh, and I want those gloves. They look cool.
     
    -RealityPublishing
     
    Discord: https://discord.gg/6fNjXFq
     
    [source to the "kys myself" joke]
     

  15. RealityPublishing
    In the words of Sanic the Hegehog,

    "xxx_sm0k1ng_1s_4_dumb0t$_xxx"


     

    So I went to visit Japan last year, right? You know how it goes, family trip, you get dragged into going, already been there a thousand times . . . couldn't get any more complicated than that, right? Well, I wouldn't exactly say it was "complicated", but it was certainly something . . . different.
     
    Firstly, I'll start with the present. I'm doing the "National Pony Writing Month" with my entry being, "My Little Pony: Equestrian Redemption", a sequel to an unfinished series that I started back in 2015. I deleted everything because I thought it was terrible (it was), but it's coming back better than ever. So be on the look out for that. Also, because fifty-thousand words is a bit of a challenge, I might not be writing here for the rest of the month. Sorry 'bout that. I guess I'll be taking my hiatus early.
    No worries because for those of you who joined our Discord Server:
     



    https://discord.gg/6fNjXFq

     

    You'll be able to hear from me all month. The purpose of the server (which I don't believe I explained too well in the previous entry) is to be a more public, more reliable way to show off the source material for many of these blogs, as well as giving more people a chance to offer suggestions and input for past and future entries. Our server offers users to "listen in" (All audio, no voice) on the conversations my friends and I have during the making of these entries. If you wish to join in on the conversation (and you are "deemed fit") you can ask us and we'd be more than glad to grant "special access" and give input during the calls. It's a good step forward and if more people join in, this blog could live on for a much longer time. There will be another link at the bottom of the post for those willing to join. (Discord is a pretty cool program. I'd recommend it even for non-gamers who use Skype. Discord is much, much more organized than what the name advertises.)
     
    And now for the past, which is the focus of this story. I believe I mentioned visiting Japan? So we'll start from there.
     
    Japan is a nice place to visit and has a lot of interesting exhibits to cast your eyes on. My favorite aesthetically? The Sankeien Garden. It's nice to walk around; and although I have a vague memory of it, I do remember we arrived at the last 30 minutes until close. (Fun Fact: I believe those gardens were featured in Sword Art Online [don't ask me what episode]. If you visit the site, you can actually see a lot of the same bridges and ponds. Again, I don't know the exact garden name, but I do know it was that one.) My favorite humorously? The Poop Museum. The name says it all. Look it up, I dare 'ya
     
    So what made this trip special? Why is this trip different from all other trips? Not to mention, why am I writing a blog about it? Well, I was going to tell you eventually. . .
     
    On the last night of my five-day vacation, I stayed at a "Capsule Hotel". If you don't know what those are, I'm not surprised. Capsule Hotels are, on the face, neat little one-person rooms all stacked up on top of each other. Each hallway is filled with at least forty of these things, but it's still an interesting concept. Of course, that's on the face, but what's behind the mask? In the words of Michael Rosen:
     


    "That's an interesting story, and I'll tell you."


     

    First thing that should give you a big red symbol is the fact that they divide the males from females between differing floors; but you should've probably expected such a thing, so I'll keep going. Secondly, if you look very closely behind the counter, you can see the shower room. Filled to the brim with nude men; how subtle. Now, I know that we in the west see something like that as taboo, but here in east? Nah, it's fine. Let the kid jump around in the back of the car! we're not driving nearly as fast as we should!
     
    Luckily, I didn't take a shower that night; though, by the end of the night, I probably should've. Capsule Hotels are a breeding place for claustrophobia. Despite being armed to the teeth with alarm clocks and televisions (funny story), those capsules are very, very small; (It's about three feet in height.) and again, you're stuck in a room with about fifty other people who don't know where they're going (there was a bar under the hotel).
     
    The Televisions! What can I say? No headphone jack? 24 hours a day scripted p-rnography?
     

    n o t b a d. :awuh: (Guilty as charged)


     
    So other than the suggestive stimulation playing on the television, everything else was pretty normal. Each individual compartment came with their own blanket and pillow, alarm clock (I said that), and radio (still no headphone jack ). Only other thing that happened was that at about four in the morning some random Japanese man, shirtless and possibly wasted, climbed into my capsule.
     


    I had to kick him out.


     

    -RealityPublishing
     
    Discord (check us out!): https://discord.gg/6fNjXFq
  16. RealityPublishing
    By golly, it's another story about computers! Gee whiz, I feel like I did an intro like this before. . . huh. Ah well, this story is a bit more entertaining and jammed packed with suspense! (Nah, probably not.) Oh, and if you didn't understand the second half of that title, here's a translation, "In Real Life Oh My Gosh Wut The Fack Laugh Out Loud". Damn, am I the only one who remembers what "Lol" stands for? Now I really feel old. . .
     
    Anyway, on to the REAL intro!
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Inspired by historical events and characters.


     


    This work of fiction was designed, developed, and produced by a multicultural team of various religious faiths and beliefs.


     


    Visit
    http://www.gaben.tv/for help and tips

     

    Quoting a famous intro / speech? Very original, RePub.
     
    Well, what do you expect? We're running out of ideas and. . . you know what?
     





     

    And that, my friends, is what we call, "a bigger budget". Yeah, we're turning out like El Smosh. Pretty soon these blog entries are going to be translated into Dovahkiin (Elder Scrolls: Skyrim).
     
    But I digress, you're here for the story, not the random hilarity. (Unless you are here for that in which I really need to rework my formula.)
     
    Well, as many of you probably didn't know. Over the weekend, Bethesda had a big sale for their Fallout series, and being the classical fanatic I am, I decided to buy the entire Classic Collection for a grand total of 10 bucks. Not bad, eh?
     
    If you can recall, and I'm pretty sure I've mentioned at least twice a post, I still don't have a computer. What's taking so long? I'm broke, mkay? The only computer I have, if you can recall (again), is the "Brick" which does, in fact, have the capabilities of running Fallout Classic. Now I just had to acquire internet connection. . .
     
    Now, the time was about three in the morning, very convenient when you had to download a good 2 GBs of Fallout goodness (1, 2, and Tactics). Please, that wasn't going to get in my way! So what did I do? I geared up and did a montage by grabbing a hat, hoodie, long black pants, socks, a face mask, and a backpack stuffed with, the Brick, a LAN Cable, charger, and my cell-phone. Why I did it is still beyond me, but in the end, I was glad I packed dark.
     
    Y'know, I've been playing a lot of video games lately. I'm not ashamed of it, but after a good. . . 200 hours? It really gets in your head. Oh, and I mastered the "crouch-walking". So, I think that'll explain a bit more. Anyway, here I am, dressed head to toe in the silliest get-up while crouch-walking throughout my house as if I'm avoiding alarms. Eventually, after 20 minutes, I crawled myself up a different flight of stairs to where our internet router is kept and I plugged in my laptop.
     
    The booting alone took long enough, not to mention Steam's part in all of it. The entire process took forever and I was growing restless. Back and forth, I paced around the room, sweating and regretting my entire life, when all of a sudden, I start hearing footsteps. Now, I thought it was just my computer fan for a while, so I ignored it and continued my contemplation. At least, until I heard the wooden stairs grumble under the feet of my trampling mother. At that point, I was wrapping myself around the Brick, begging for it to complete the download; me mum was right outside the door, peeking in. I didn't move a muscle and, thankfully, she didn't dare turn on the lights. After what seemed like hours, she left the room and returned to her bedroom, leaving me in a heaping pile of sweaty rags.
     
    Fallout Classic is a great game! Would recommend.
     
    -RealityPublishing
  17. RealityPublishing
    Here it is! After 2 days of waiting, wishing, wanting, dying, and becoming resurrect, I've finally experienced just about all of PonyCrush, minus the. . . crush part. Let me just start by saying, PonyCrush is a million times better than BronyMate. Yes, PonyCrush is a newer site, but at least you don't have to pay for everything (something I learned when walking into the Br0nyM8 Q&A). Seriously, a year long subscription is about 250 bucks! Who's gonna pay for that?
     
    "Ahem,"
    *bows with respect*
    "I believe it is time for our feature presentation"
     
    So will Reality Pubics finally reach his destiny? To find a lover who will understand his idiotic lifestyle, messy room, and explore badlands of RP's accomplishments? Will he truly find his soul mate under the consistent hail fire of FiMFiction Critics? And finally, will RePub finally find someone to call his own? For life and forever? For the love of mares? Will Applejack, his beloved fiance', get upset? (No, she won't. I'm sorry bby, plz forgive meh. I had to do it for the blog! I'll do your side of the chores! I'll. . . massage your back! I'll. . . stay up late and help you with the animals! I'll. . .)
     
    With the theater aside, PonyCrush was quite the experience. No, there wasn't much to do there (at least for a new user), but there was definitely a feeling of unity between the small division of bronies who have bound together in order to get laid. Again, it's a small site that opened only a year ago, which was something that surprised even me.
     
    But many of you aren't here to listen to me "review" the site. After all, the purpose of this blog is to retell experiences and life stories that've happened to me in the past. So let's get started.
     


    Dawn of the First Day: 72 Hours Remain


    Last Sunday, October 23rd, I was bored and wanted to leave the weekend with a bang. I hadn't really done anything, so I had a good reason to wish. Doing so, I called up my friend (the same from the "G3 Drinking Game," read it if you haven't [it's pretty good]) and asked what he was up to. Small talk occurred for a good 12 minutes before we both suffered in the silence of awkward timing. Eventually, I got the idea of going back to my older blog entries (when it was all about computers and somewhat better titles) and had a revelation about my first post. It was about "BronyMate," a site I hadn't forgotten. So for the memories' sake, I visited the site in wonder if they were still up. Seeing they were, I took a dip into the Q&A, finding the "subscription policy". I mentioned it to my friend and he linked me to TootsieRoll's video on Brony dating sites. Near the end of the video, I learned of an alternate site dubbed, "PonyCrush", which I had never heard of. I decided to check it out and, because of my desire to write a new blog entry, I jumped into the action.
     

    Setting up an account was easy and definitely less demanding than BronyMate (asking for zip codes and crap. Who does that?). However, about halfway through setting up my profile, I discovered the 16 Personalities test; which, I'm sure most of you have heard of. If not, it's a test that determines what your personality type is, or in my case, how big a jerk I am.
     
    The test went smoothly and took about 20 minutes to do (considering I was slouching around the entire time), which wasn't bad. Turns out I'm a "Debater", which translates to "Douche bag who over analyzes things and gets into arguments over silly situations". What a big surprise.
     
    My friend actually took notes of the first day. If you'd like a bit of random, funny crap, be sure to check it out in the attachments (don't worry, it's txt). Oh, profanity warning, though. Just to. . . uh. . . warn you.
     
    So when my account was all good and done, it looked a little something like this:
     

     


    Because Pictures that are upside down, are automatically funny.


     

    Anyway, the rest of the night was a bit bland. We just lurked around the site and sang shanties all night. What a world, ya better leave her, Johnny.
     





     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Dawn of the Second Day: 36 Hours Remain


     

    The Second day was much like the first, sitting around and waiting. I did, however, meet someone (not a lover) who refused to talk (he probably didn't get my message) to me after my third PM. How convenient. I think the only thing different about Day 2 was that I changed my profile pic and added a bit more info. It's a picture of my OC and can be found on the MLPForum OC Archives with the name, "Rebus Noteworthy". He's the most unoriginal piece of work I've ever crafted.
     
    Sadly, this day, like the rest, don't have notes. Such a shame. I guess that leaves me to my final day. . .
     


    Night of the Final Day: 6 Hours Remain


     

    Well, not really 6 hours, but you get the parody. I think the 3rd day is where I had the most activity. Mainly because I lurked around a bit more, counted how many "mares" there are to "stallions" (which, by the way, is only 17 pages out of 72), and made a good comment! (Adding one more pony to my "friends list") Along with a bit of commenting, I also had the honor of advising the site to advertise a bit more. How exciting! (not. Though I did get some agreement)
     


    Moon Fell. Let's all go home and press reset.


     

    All in all, I find PonyCrush to be a nice little community of sad sobbing singles whose only desire is to gang-"nuzzle" the 2 females who ever come online. Though, I still feel the site has a bit more potential. No, I'm not sponsored by PonyCrush or anything. Heck, they still don't know I exist. But I still think if you want that extra boost of togetherness and crippling loneliness (because one dose is never enough), feel free to check it out in the link below. (Oh, you can find my lack-luster profile down there, too. It's quite a trip.)
     
    I'll probably keep my PonyCrush account live (and potentially active), so if you're in the area, give me a holler and let me know the Forums sent ya!
     
    -Reality Publishing (signing out)
     
    PonyCrush: http://ponycrush.com/
    My Lack Luster Profile: http://ponycrush.com/profile/1095/RealityPublishing
     
    Again, profanity. Enjoy at your own risk
    Visualboy Thingy Update.txt
     
    SEASON 3 FINALE (PART 2)
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  19. RealityPublishing
    Yes, I know I haven't been writing as much as I used to, but I figured I'd let my last entry sink in for a bit. So what have I been doing? Sitting around, playing Xbox, and screaming my lungs out, but I'll get to that one in a few. Considering I've missed a few days, I'll try to knock out a couple of reviews in one entry. How does that sound?
     
    First thing on the menu? Assassin's Creed: Rogue. Why? Well, because it's. . . new in my library? I don't know, just bear with me to the end.
     
    Assassin's Creed: Rogue is a story where you take control of Shay Cormack, a former assassin turned Templar in attempts to "seek justice" or something like that. He also really sucks at parkour and whistling. Seriously, I whistled at a guard about four feet away from me and he still didn't catch on. What a dingas. Whistle in AC:Black Flag and you'll be attracting the entire Spanish Navy. . . I thought the game was good, but a bit easy for my taste. Then again, of course it'd be easy when you have 100,000 dollars at 59% completion. . .

    Yeah, I'm done talking about that. Besides, I haven't even finished the game.


     

    There's about three reasons I think you're here and you probably don't care about my bad review of AC:Rogue. So these are my reasons. . .
    Reason 1: You saw the title and are somewhat curious (Possibly)
    Reason 2: You actually follow my work (Unlikely)
    Reason 3: You want to hear about my reaction to the NX Reveal.
     
    Well, I'll tell you. I thought the NX reveal was amazing and, while not what I was expecting (It never is), it was an excellent way to wrap up 2016, an otherwise disappointing year. I know there's going to be a lot of people who are going to disagree with everything I say and that I should just go back to drowning myself in the 2 images of MLP G3 R34. (yes, there's only two. I checked, and one of them is just straight up furry)
     
    But anyway, I approve of the NSwitch. Do I like the name? No. Do I like the secrecy around it? No, but I do like the concept and the promise. (This is where 90% of the hate is coming from) I believe Nintendo is making the right move toward AAA titles and hardware. From what we've heard, Nintendo just walked up to NVidia, asked if they could make a custom chip and assigned 50 guys to the job.
     
    I have to admit, my first reaction to the NX reveal was,
    "N-Nintendo. . . Switch?"
    Yeah, I still hate the name. But my second reaction was something like,
    " :-o "
    But even that isn't accurate. There isn't enough faces on this Forum to come up with a proper representation. Here, I'll try to type it out for you.
     
    *sees Zelda*
    (Insert Micheal Rosen Here)"Nice"
    *sees controller break into two pieces*
    "Huh?"
    *Sees the entire console pop off the dock*
    "OOOHOOOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOOOHOHO OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH" (Repeat for 3 minutes and make as many spasms as you can until neighbors have awoken)
     
    But nonetheless, I spent the entire night hyperventilating, dreaming about the NX (which I refuse to call by any other name), and passing out on the bedroom floor (which I did).
     
    Well played, Nintendo. Well played.
     
    -RealityPublishing
     
    (Don't screw this up)
     
    Oh, and during the NX carnage, I tweeted this to Ubisoft, who insisted I check out their. . . "flight simulator"
     

  20. RealityPublishing
    Another day, another entry, hmm? Well, that's what it seems like to me. How've I been? Oh, I've been alright. Staying up 'till 3AM working on assignments, getting into fights with chatroom "friends", and all that good stuff. Do I get a break? Yeah, sometimes. The cover for today was originally going to be a picture featuring a before and after photo of my collection since being a brony, but I'm going to leave that for October 15th, and for those who read "Grand Theft Applejack", will know that's my anniversary. Go me! You can expect a photo of the collection on that day.
     
    Anyway, today's story is about pony mane styling. Now let me get this off my chest, I have a high respect for whoever can style hair. Sure, I don't like it when people touch my hair, but for those talented folks who can whip up something amazing with nothing more than a couple of combs and a pair of scissors, I tip my stat-track fedora for you guys. THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!
     
    What's the first thing you do when you buy a brushable Pony doll? Criticize the bad packaging, seriously! Hasbro is the only big company who still can't pack their crap! Ahem, I'm getting off topic. The second thing you do when you buy a brushable? Hide it from your par- I mean, style the mane, probably. For those who hold pride in their collections, you're willing to go the extra mile to make sure your pony dolls are looking their best for your neighboring haters and disapproving fathers. I try to be the most "collective" brony a brony can be, (collecting merch, t-shirts, bedwear, stickers...) so I make sure my ponies are ready for the gala. The catch is that I can't style hair for crap.
     
    But I don't give up! And being oblivious, I of course turned to Youtube, your daily dose of bad memes, commentary channels and, in my suggestions, terrible pony-tubers. (WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE? UGH! They move ponies around a camera and make bad puns! UUGH! the mane styles are nice though.)
    So I embarked on a journey to find the most informative, english-speaking, gentlecolt who could teach me his ways of conditioner.
     
    I found him about two minutes later.
     
    Turns out, it's like real hair with the exception of large clumps of glue stuck in both the mane and tail. Knowing me, I don't have a glue remover, so I just try to cut out what I can without leaving the mane maimed (they don't grow back). One of my biggest fails this year has to be in this moment; the moment where I'm scrambling around the house looking for the tiniest rubber bands man-kind has ever conceived. It took a good ten minutes, but I eventually resorted to pulling a few strings out of my dental cabinets. Y'know, I was supposed to apply these rubber-bands for braces, but I never got around to it. I guess they went toward a better use. . . pony dolls.
     
    All in all, I think the mane styles went fairly well. I had bought two ponies (both Explore Equestria standard brushables), Starlight Glimmer and Applejack, and even though I copied everything the tutorial said, I believe I can rightfully be proud. After all, spilling conditioner on an expensive laptop while trying to perform major rubber band application is a pretty challenging feat.
     
    So what did I learn from all of this? If you need hair bands for ponies, ask your doctor. Tell them it's congenital.
     
    -RealityPublishing
  21. RealityPublishing
    Wow, feels like forever since I've told an actual story! This one's new, and in fact, during my hiatus. I told you it'd come in handy!
     
    I haven't really told anyone this, but I'm a big fan of Creepypastas. I love them! They're like the next level of horror material, and if done correctly, can be used to keep you on your toes for the next week!
     
    But there's a problem (there always is)
     
    I have somewhat of a "sanity meter" built into my mind. If I listen to too many readings, I become scared of the world around me. Even if I know it's fake, or there's no way the events described are possible, I'm still terrified of my own shadow. So I established a "three-fiction" rule (I only listen to three a night, if desired). But of course, I'm an idiot and wish to listen to as many as I want. Rest in peace, sanity.
     
    This "sanity meter" is nothing new. I've had it long before I became a brony. The catch is that I listen to, and read, things that are related to what I like, and at the moment, that means ponies. So OF COURSE I'm going to listen to some PonyPastas!
     
    Yeah, that was a bad idea.
     
    I was on the Ponyville.FM when I found out Scribbler was doing a reading on, "Does it Hurt to Sleep?", a rather well done fiction. Anyway, the video was about a day old and I was curious. As I explained above, I'm a sucker for that sort of thing, so I decided to give it a shot.
     
    Like I said, it was very well written and somewhat believable. Of course, there was a bit of descriptive issues near the end, but that's all fine and dandy when you've got a reader building up the atmosphere. When the first story came to a close, I was intrigued to listen to another, then another. Finally, I stumbled across psychological horror fiction by the name of, "The Hole in My Face"
     
    Now, normally I'd laugh at something like this, and I did; but it really got in my head after a while. The bad part about this? It starred Applejack, my fiance. (If you don't get that joke, look back for a previous blog entry, "Telling My Brother How Unworthy I Am". I still don't know where that ring is going to go. . . anal rings)
     
    Let's just say, after the creepypasta, I didn't feel myself. I went to bed and stared at my AJ plush for more than an hour. For some reason, I couldn't quite get the thought out of my head. Her face was as plush and cute as usual, but what if it was an illusion like the story described. I touched it just to make sure.
     
    My insanity lasted a good three days. I couldn't think, or bear to look, at my fiance for as long as there was day. No, I didn't have nightmares. If I did, I'd put them down, but I think that's a good story for another time.
     
    Lesson of the day is to not read sp00ky stories without adult suppervision (see what I did there? The title's name has "Dinner" and the ending lesson has "Supper" ( ͡º ͜ʖ͡º) )
     
    -RealityPublishing
  22. RealityPublishing
    "Back to pony!" As they say. This is the official beginning of "RealityPublishing's Tales of Unfortunate Tails: Season 2", and I am glad to be back. After a month and a half, I'm finally going to release part 2 of, "My Interpretation of the Brony Fandom". It's been a while, but I'm glad I waited because while surfing the web, I discovered something that I thought I'd share.
     
    Last time, I talked more about why the fandom is dying and how it's nothing more than a perception of what we think of it. This time, however, I've got a little more up my sleeve. Something that really bends the behind-the-scenes. Now, originally, I was going to pin everything down on EquestriaDaily, but I suddenly realized they weren't at fault. Someone else was.
     
    So let's return to our original question:

    "Is the Fandom Dying? If so, how can we save it?"


     
    Now, why is this fandom different from all other fandoms? What many believe is that we are all together no matter what. We'll stick up for each other because we have been seen putting the morals of Friendship is Magic to heart. While this may or may not be true, we're not all together. As I said in Part 1, in order to save the fandom is to create content of our own, but here's a contradiction:
     

    "How can we save the fandom, if nobody watches our stuff?"


     
    I'm going to talk about something that is relevant one way or another. Whether or not you want to be one of these people is completely up to you, but it still decides our fate. I'm talking about Horse-Fame, a level of respect gained in the Brony fandom. Horse-fame is depicted by the amount of content and attention that person is getting and whether or not they can keep up. The problem about Horse-Fame is that it's been established since the dawn of MLP Season 1. We all know who LittleshyFiM, KP, BlackGryph0n, EurobeatBrony, and TheLivingTombstone are. Sure, they weren't horse-famous overnight, but it was a lot easier than what many of us have to do today to hit that first thousand views. With those big names set in stone, who are we to argue with the big leagues? How can the fandom survive if they disappear?
     
    Now, the reason I was going to give EquestriaDaily the blame was because I thought they only posted "big names" and their work. No, that is wrong. EquestriaDaily is the one promoting smaller bronies and their written work. However, there are some groups that continue to promote the more popular ponies instead of turning to the surviving talent. Yes, people are growing day by day, but there is much more talent going around than we appear to see. We can't stand in the shadows of those whom cast them. We have to create a name for ourselves. Write what you have on mind! Play the songs that appear in your head! Be inspired!
     
    There is nothing wrong with Horse-Fame, but when it is used as an exclusive club to promote themselves, then it is at fault.
     
    What does this have to do with a dying fandom? Everything. With our figureheads stepping down from their throne, only to leave a legacy, it makes us all turn our heads and think. When the empire falls, so do the people. We need to create figures of our own; we need to decide. I have seen many underrated works in this community, the MLPForums, but they don't receive the attention they deserve. Music creators all gather here and share their works; they collaborate. Writers come here to show off their work and help others to edit. These forums have an entire section devoted to helping those in need. If brony community is generally known to help others, where are the Horse-Famous ponies when we need them?
     
    -RealityPublishing
  23. RealityPublishing
    Firstly, lemme just say it's great to be back. Did I enjoy my hiatus? No. I didn't. I was forced by my own will to finish a plethora of fanfictions that I almost gave up on. (I didn't. You can find them on my fimfiction page).
     
    Anyway, today was my birthday. Happy birthday me. With that birthday came a very special surprise from Scott Cawthon, creator of the FNAF series and his all new, "Sister Location". Let me be clear,

    I hate the game, not you or the guy who made.


     

    Now, for those who don't know, I was a FNAFer before I became a brony, so I've got a lot of respect for the Five Nights franchise. This? This is something else. Firstly, and I will try to steer clear of spoilers, the game is completely revamped. There is nothing that resembles the first games. This game could've been a separate entity of its own. Why Scott decided to beat a dead horse is completely unknown. He should have gone with something a little more original. The mechanics of the game are all fresh and 3D-like, but that comes with problems.
     
    The camera is a piece of crap. The entire time you play it, you're fighting it. Move the mouse up? WHOOPS. Glitches back down to the bottom. This goes on, but you eventually get used to it and move along. My main problem is with Night 2. No, I haven't beaten it, but I'm not sure I ever will. The game requires you to reboot 8 different rooms by holding down a button. Sounds easy, right? No. Instead, there's "Funtime Freddy" in the room with you, waiting around like some kind of creep. Naturally, this being a fnaf game, you've gotta spam the voice box (like FNAF3 for those familiar) and distract him. He'll go away for about 2 seconds before you have to do it all again.
     
    I have no problem with that. The real problem is where you get to the very last reboot, become jump-scared, and then have to do everything over again while listening to the twenty minute intro all over again. Good job, Scott. Good job. (keep in mind I did this for a good 3 hours.) Unstoppable cut-scenes are the pinnacle of fear. Not to mention lost progress. (this is coming from a guy who plays classic 90s games regularly)
     
    All in all, the game is boring, buggy, innovative, but not a FNAF game. You want a good game? Go play Outlast or the Resident Evil 7 Demo a thousand times. Stay away from this mess (he better fix the game)
     
    Anyway, sorry for that rant, I know it was uncalled for. We'll be returning to our regular, daily brony tales tomorrow. Stay tuned! Thanks!
     
    -RealityPublishing
  24. RealityPublishing
    Here's an old one. Now for the masses who don't know, I'm a huge 3DS fan. I thought the handheld was great and an amazing adaptation of the successful DS. I bought my own during the first year of its release, and, even though it was called a failure, I sure had a lot of fun with it! Having bought the newly released, remastered editions of my all-time favorite Zelda, I was set! Smash 4 was a hit and Resident Evil: Revelations had me at the edge of my seat. Everything was awesome! At least, it was until...

    The New 3DS XL


     
    Now, I know Nintendo's history with handhelds. First comes the innovation (Nintendo DS), then comes the remastered version (Nintendo DS Lite), and then the one no one cares about (Nintendo DS XL). And don't get me started on the GameBoy Micro. Seriously, what is that? (Rhetorical) So by the time the N3DS came out, I was a bit upset and for a lot of reasons. Firstly, I couldn't play Binding of Isaac on my old one, and secondly, that meant the 3DS was nearing the end of its life. Has that happened yet? No and I hope that never comes to pass. I mean, come on, the Vita? That's literally the second joke I've pulled on that system. Better graphics isn't the world, y'know?
     
    Anyway, the problem of today was that I had my heart set on the N3DS. I figured,
    "Oh, well I might as well get it because I don't have enough money for the Circle Pad."
    Yeah, that was my reasoning back then. Buy a 200 dollar system to make up for a 10 dollar appliance. Some mathematician I was. The thing was that I was willing to sell my original, aqua blue 3DS on this shady market website and... it didn't go well. I was willing to supply the case, the box, the instructions. It was like new and it was perfect! I... even wiped the disk.
     
    OUCH
     
    And in the blink of my eye, all 3000 of my Smash 4 trophies were gone. I was so upset when I didn't end up selling my 3DS. I made so many calls to Nintendo that week, and... the only thing I can say is that their customer service is pretty good. No complaints about that.
    (Oh, fun fact: The "on-hold" music is the Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Field theme. If you're bored, feel free to give 'em all call. Tell 'em I sent you)
     
    No, I never did get my trophies back. Probably because the system has some sort of "ultimate algorithm" that (wow, thank you spell-check. Seriously, "algorythim"? What is this?) locks the system. So all that data I had on my SD card was completely useless. So much for reading directions.
     
    Lesson of today is to respect your handhelds. Celestia knows what you do to them.
     
    -RealityPublishing
  25. RealityPublishing
    If you could get anything in the world, what would it be? Eh, don't answer that; it's not relevant to this story at all. Seriously, why did I put that in there? Meh.
     
    So! With the new episode critics simmering down, I now give you a story about trial, error, death, and redemption! The story is called...
    "BY GOLLY I NEED A NEW COMPUTER"
     
    No, that's not the name, but it did happen around the death of my long-lasting laptop. Now, I was starting to get alarms from Microsoft everywhere I went, complaining that "it was time to upgrade". Was I interested in Windows 10? Yeah, just a little bit. Did I want to risk my potato quality copy of Adobe Photoshop CS1? No, and that was the catch. Yes, I would've stuck it out with Windows 10, but I really needed my copy of CS1. It was my bread and butter, y'know?
     
    Anyway, I set my laptop down by the internet router and waited... pretty much the whole day. It took forever, and what did I get? NOPE. You need to enter your serial key! Whoops. Having ownership to a program that's older than myself comes at a big toll; I had no idea where the box was. I scrambled around for a bit, but after a while, I got really desperate. Y'see, I was getting ready to go on a month-long trip to the states during that time, and my flight was leaving that morning. The time then? Just about 3AM. I was in full panic mode. I needed to make teaser images, and book covers, and... everything was on the line! I started digging around piratebay and all those other crumby websites just for a crack. I mean, I bought the program, shouldn't I have the right to get a crack?
     
    Having been unsuccessful in my treasure hunt, I went back to my CD bin looking for the disk, hoping the box would be nearby. 4AM. Crap, gotta go fast! 5AM. Okay, this is ridiculous; I might as well give up! 5:30AM. Hey, is that CS3?
     
    Yep, at those last, suffering, 30 minutes, I managed to pull a copy of CS3 from the very depths of Compact Disk Hell. I installed it onto my beloved laptop, and... it died. Literally that night, my computer sputtered out and died! What is this crap?
     
    I ended up installing the copy onto my WinXP Writer's Brick PC. It's a piece of crap, but as mentioned in one of the various threads of this network, it's still better than a console.
     
    -RealityPublishing
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