#DetectivePony
@inspectorEquine
DESTRUCTION IS CREATION. IDENTITY BEGETS AGENDA. A MARTYR DIED AND SAID FUCK. SHARED WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION. WITH THANKS TO JEANNE BETANCOURT AND SONNETSTUCK.
THE CRAVING FOR ANYTHING APPLE RELATED IS AN ANNOYING ONE, IT LOOKS LIKE I’M GOING TO THE FUCKING STORE. I’D GO ‘DOES ANYONE ELSE WANT ANYTHING’ BUT I’M ONLY SHOPPING FOR MYSELF.
I LIKE APPLES.
PERHAPS I SHOULD LAMENT MORE. IT SEEMS IN VOGUE. FOR MY SORT.
THE SORT WHO. UPON BEING BARRED FROM THE ALPHA TIMELINE. BECOME SOMETHING BOTH MORE. AND LESS. THAN THEIR FORMER SELF.
HAHA. I AM FINE. CONTENT. UNLIKE THE OTHERS. WHO ARE FORGOTTEN. IT WOULD SEEM.
ugh. guys. The Lord of Life says no rampaging allowed. Or that it sounds so sucks. So. Please touch this post if I can REDACTED and/or harm you. #violence
IS THERE. SOME SORT OF LORD CLUB?
After the titillating reveal of Eridan's artistic reciprocation, I feel it's only responsible of me to belatedly drop the piece that inspired his sordid tryst with the pen to begin with. Behold: Doom Slaying Feast your eyes on the artistic rendition of a dude with nothin' to lose. Behold the glory and gusto of a stallion in a world of marefoids, all clamoring for a suckle at his attention glands, as if he's going to willingly fork over any of that to some girls that really don't even seem all that interested in what he has to say. See how these shortsighted bessies (all of lower social denomination than him, of course) all make attempts at him in one way or another to garner his favor, only for them to ultimately end up ground under his pristine, seapony boot heel. Don't you know, silly rabbit? Tricks are for chicks, and he's been duping you all into thinking there's any part of this worth salvaging. Prospective victims of his runnin' gob circle him, and he sounds a warning shot that no one listens to. Honestly? The writing is on the wall with this one. Poison dart frogs in bright colors kind of thing. C'mon, guys. Be real with yourself. Anyway. There's also a dope-ass volcano in the background, to represent passion and tension coming to an explosive peak. Blam. The heat of the Earth mother herself erupts outward, but isn't near giving or gracious enough to torch this entire scene. She's Mama alright, but Mama doesn't take kindly to easy ways out, and death is the ultimate cheat code to salvation.
I AM A GREAT FAN. OF YOUR WORK.
I figured as much. It was practically a given that you in particular would gravitate towards my work, as is the fate of all such speculative creatures when the master of knowledge starts illuminating shit. Out of the dark times with you, guy, into the light where you belong. So, like. Is this a Toy Story type thing? I look away and you come to life, or are you just a particularly imaginative larper readin' the sacred publishings of whatever Earth-C creative published my shit without me ever receiving any paperwork about the rights? My lawyer is gonna be steamed, bro. Downright poached. Better get your legal team ready.
THE LATTER. PARTIALLY. I AM NOT LITERALLY. YOUR WORK COME TO LIFE. I AM JUST SOMEONE. WHO HAS ENJOYED IT. A GREAT DEAL. NOT ON EARTH-C. THE ORIGINAL COPY. AN ORIGINAL COPY. I WISH YOU LUCK. WITH ANY LEGAL ACTIONS YOU MAY PURSUE.
HAHA. THAT WOULD BE DIFFICULT.
Least mysterious fan of the year goes to: Listen, man, I can tell that you're just about up to your ankles in these fine, equine dealings, so I know you've got taste. If you're enticing me to get back in the detective saddle, consider my feet placed back in the stirrups.
hAHA. EXCELLENT. THAT WOULD GIVE ME AN EXCUSE. TO STOP PROCRASTINATING. ON MY PROJECT.
HMM?
[A video is posted. Caliborn stands over Snowman as she lies, bleeding, in the dirt. Once again, his crowbar glistens with blood as much as his teeth glint with triumph. "ALL REALITIES. EVERY TIMELINE. COLLAPSES DOWN TO THIS." Snowman glares. "YOU WILL ALWAYS BREAK BEFORE I DO. HAA. HAA." She draws and fires a pistol into his gut. He doesn't even flinch. "I ADMIRE YOUR PERSISTENCE, MY GOOD BITCH. BUT YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO MATCH UP TO ME. WHAT YOU HAVE YOU HAVE BECAUSE I HAVE ALLOWED IT." In a marvel of expectoratory strength. She spits in his face. "WILL YOU. *PLEASE* JUST LET ME FINISH SO I CAN KILL YOU OH MY GOD. AS I WAS SAYING. YOU ARE NOTHING. IN THE FACE OF MY INEVITABILITY. HEE HEE." He kicks her with his cybernetic leg. With her good arm, she wrenches at it, trying to pry it off. He rolls his eyes. "BECAUSE I AM A GRACIOUS LORD. I WILL NOW PERMIT YOU TO SPEAK, FETID BITCH-QUEEN THE THIRD. SAY YOUR LAST WORDS. SO I CAN FORGET-" Caliborn's gloating is cut off by the pendulum of a certain juju-clock piercing through his chest, just left of center. And then a lance piercing through the other side. He falls, and a second Snowman helps the first up. His body flickers and flashes. The video ends in a glitch-flicker of static as he detonates.]
THIS IS IMPRESSIVE. MORE THAN MANY WILL GIVE YOU CREDIT FOR. KUDOS. IS THE AGREED-UPON TERM. I THINK. HE IS CORRECT. IT WILL BE INTERESTING. IF YOU PROVE HIM WRONG ANYWAY. GOOD LUCK.
i did what i had to do. no guilt.
WHAT DID YOU DO?
tried to kill my brother. and i intend to try again. after. some well deserved retribution.
I SEE. IT SEEMS THE DEAD. STRUGGLE TO REMAIN SO.
I KNOW THIS. ALL TOO WELL. HAHA.
Hey where the Gods capital G at sound off below
DEFINE.
That is my question to those that claim it.
A DIFFICULT QUESTION. IT IS UNCLEAR. WHETHER GODS EXIST AT ALL. THEY MAY EXIST. ONLY IN DEFINITION. ONLY BY DEFINING.
A bit like the culinary term vegetable, I think.
THE MUNDANE. CAN BE WORSHIPED. THE DIVINE. CAN GO UNKNOWN. ALL THINGS MUST HAVE A BEGINNING. AND AN END. BUT NOT ALL THINGS. MUST HAVE AN ORIGIN. IS THIS RELEVANT? I AM UNSURE.
i'm beginning to thynk that being voidbound means that the most deeply held desyres or dreams one has are always going to be unfulfylled. #personal
VOID IS ASSOCIATED WITH. SUBLIMATION. BEING IN THE SHADOWS. RATHER THAN THE LIMELIGHT. A LACK OF AGENCY. A LACK OF UNDERSTANDING. ABSURDITY. INCOHERENCE. MISFORTUNE. IT IS NOT AN EASY THING. TO BE DEFINED BY A LACK OF DEFINITION. TO BE MISUNDERSTOOD. THERE IS POWER. IN BEING THE INVISIBLE STAGEHAND. THERE IS LONELINESS. THESE FACETS ARE NOT INSURMOUNTABLE. BUT THEY EXIST.
I believe a proper introduction is in order actually. I am The Time Keeper, as the name suggests, I keep the time. This means I am mostly an observer and record keeper. I live in a grand library where all the records are kept, no you probably cannot visit. Despite what you may assume, I am not omniscient. My abilities are mostly limited to observations of things that happen within time, and the permanence to witness it all. I do not recall how old I am personally, nor can I see my own future. I believe this should be sufficient for an introduction, though if you disagree, I am open to most questions.
IT IS NICE. TO MEET YOU.
DOES ANYONE WITH EXPERIENCE KNOW HOW TO HANDLE HAVING ALTERNATES THAT ARE LIKE AWFUL SHITTY RECORDINGS OF THE WORST OF YOURSELF AROUND.
IGNORING. OR FEELING PITY.
Is it better to be powerful or knowledgeable? Is there a difference?
NO. YES.