Uh… I’ve never streamed before.
No, not me.
In fact, there have been a hundred times where if I’d only had some kind of help, insight, even just another perspective, then maybe…
…
Maybe things would have turned out better for others.
Things are alright. She’s super sweet and forgiving of my every little quirk.
Though I’m certain she’s cooking up something…
Unless she’s doing the whole “nothing worse than that which the mind is capable of inflicting on the self” thing.
I try not to think about it.
I have not actively disliked Discord until now…
He still fixed my shattered leg.
I’m somewhere between hate and gratitude at the moment.
Hey, we can still be cool. Tossing me around in my own vomit certainly isn’t irredeemable.
But I haven’t hear apology one yet.
The one you manifest into existence. Right.
I vomited you know. I don’t suppose I ever had the opportunity to tell you that. I vomited a number of times while spinning around in that thing. And you know where it went? The vomit, I mean. Do you know where the vomit? No where. It just span around with me, covering me in my own vomit.
For two hours…
That he did.
That’s not how friendship works in the real world.
We talk and hang out, and eventually we become friends. It’s not a switch you can just flip.
You know, like the switch you flipped to turn on the WASHING MACHINE YOU THREW ME INTO WHEN YOU BROKE OUT OF THAT STATUE!
Everything comes with pros and cons. Sometimes you gotta sacrifice adventure for a stable paycheck.
Strawberry… I kinda ate too much… You don’t want to do what you’re doing right now.
Evidently recently is months ago.
I couldn’t tell you why he did it, but somepony drew a picture of me as a seapony.
Then he drew another, and another, and another.
Let’s call it theoretical system engineer.
Basically, somepony who’s job is to think up cool stuff for a video game to do and work on balancing it mechanically.
Then I could play musically for leisure (like I am now), and have plenty of time to work on game mechanics, which I haven’t done in quite a while due to time constraints.
Friends don’t need to say anything. It’s enough to just be around one another.
Bon-Bon and I don’t always talk, you know.
Well that’s cool!
I guess you work your weathermare job so fast you don’t get a lot of hours. Or is the salary just low?

