She’s one solid piece of marble, despite being several colors and types. It’s up to that pony to study her and resolve if there’s any way to help her. But his job, most of all, is the beginning of generational preservation.
He was chosen by both Maelstrom and Prissy, albeit separately and unbeknownst by one another. It’s almost amusing, if you think about it.
The mind awakes with haze, a deep penetrating fog obscuring the obvious and coloring perspective. What is the path that awaits?
Thus, it begins.
((So I’m doing something different. For the effort of story, Maelstrom has been effectively removed from this blog and isolated in another. It’s going to be experimental and rough at time. Updates whenever.
As for this one, I’ll answer the odd question when I can, and post notices for streaming. Or I might even show the odd idea off, or play video games. Don’t know yet.
This is all effectively a reboot. Any information and posts prior to this has been removed. Access is suspended for story purposes.
Good luck; have fun.))