Garnet Fog

Garnet Fog
Used Pony Creator and shrunken with paint. How shameful.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Welp, I'm out.

The harsh world of Reddit has proved me unfit for fanfiction writing. It was un-original, they said. And they were right. I was a fool. I WAS A FOOOOOOL!

Remember kids, don't be a Garnet Fog, we're meta.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Okay, okay.

So now I'm ACTUALLY 13, and I'm ready to do some stuff.

As you will note, I've outgrown the pathetic immaturity that is my first post. Mostly. I'm going to work on a Human in Equestria fic. I know, so too? much OC crap. The plot hurr hurr hurr will be something along the lines of the summary I just wrote up on the spot.

 God damn, my head hurts. And where am I? I... 

"AAAAAHHG!" I bellowed in pain as the bus hit me, or at least, I watched it hit me again. I hate my vivid imagination sometimes... But yeah, I must have been hit by a bus on my way to school.
I must have been out for a while, it's dark too. No, that doesn't make sense, I'm lying in grass. Paramedics would have picked me up by now... So where am I? I went to stand up and fell flat on my face. "Oof! What the hel-yiyiyiyiyi! Hooves! Hooooves!" I stared in horror at the fuzzy limbs that ended in flat cloven stumps. "Okay, okay. Stay calm. Uh. Just gotta find Twilight. That's what they do in th-t-th-th-th- blah! The fanfictions." I looked left. A forest. Could be the Everfree. Better stay out. A glance to the right provided nothing but a rolling meadow. Behind me, a dirt road. And in front of me... "Whoa." There was a sapling. Just a tiny tree. Nothing to see here. I decided to take my chances with the Everfree forest. That is, if I could find out how to walk...

Alright, that was fun. I'm going to start the writing right now.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Sooooo...

Yeah, welcome. You've stumbled into THE TEWELFTH PLANE OF TORMENT. A.K.A, there's no turning back now, you obviously feel compelled to read my fanfictions. Well, do I have news for you... Ready? THERE ARE NONE. Yet. The one in the making still has no title, and I won't release the plot, for fear Dusk Twirl and Co.(The guys who helped me write MARE, why now got an author to help them write stories) will get their hooves on it and make one that's 20%(To the 20th power) cooler, just because they write soooooo much better then me.(You can check their site here.) Can you say "Paranoia"? Until then, compadres.

~~Garnet Fog