Two people stood outside of a cave, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, the wind howling like a pack of werewolves all around them. Said cave was sealed, covered over by rocks. The woman turned to the man, a questioning look on her face. “What are you thinking, Master Star?” she asked him hopefully. It was clear she yearned for something, some kind of solution, and he hoped he could give it to her. None deserved the fate that had been unleashed upon this poor woman. Star neglected to answer w...

(AU where Wyatt is doing the Single Pringle) There's nothing worse than feeling unneeded or unwanted. Than feeling unwelcome. And in Equestria, that was how Wyatt felt. Twilight may have helped, teaching him to survive in a more mundane world than he was used to, but it still left a hole. A hole he hadn't found a replacement to fill. It showed in his body language, his manner of speaking, his attitude. Wyatt was currently in some pub in Canterlot, a pint in his hand as he sat in a booth, alre...

The bag was over his head, his hands tied and bound, a wad of socks in his mouth to stop him speaking. Or calling for help. He could see virtually nothing. They got him while he was sleeping, cowardly bastards. No way to signal for help... '.' No... Not again. 'Quiet!' '' ...

Wyatt sat in his Office, clenching his eyes shut, opening them once again, his breathing slow. He seemed to be concentrating hard on something. The voice that first spoke was tormented, and sounded like a raspy whisper, almost full of rage. "Do you know how it " The next voice was Wyatt's. "Of course I do. How long have we known each other, after all?" "Far too long." Wyatt sat there talking to this individual, and he appeared to not be enjoying said conversation all that much, although seeme...

"When I met her eyes, it was like the world stopped moving. There was a connection there, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. When I finally met the Princess, I could feel what I saw. Someone just as broken as myself. One who knew death. Who'd seen the things I had. I remember inviting her to share a drink after the Games. Was it a date? I could flatter my ego and say yes, but it was more just two souls who felt a connection to another for the first time in a long time. We shared some experien...

Storytime with Wyatt's Admin, number idon'tfuckingknow. Blog form cause yay. This one... Now this one is interesting. And I know a few people on here who'd be interested in this. It's not something that directly happened to me but a story I was relayed by someone else... So, everyone knows who General Custer was, aye? Yes, THAT Custer... ...

At this point, I'm forcing it on you, but here's part... Err... 7? Part 7 of storytime. IN BLOG FORM!!! So... Last night I was partaking in [SUBSTANCE REDACTED] at our OC's leaving party (Officer in Command, not the RP OC meaning :P) and I was reminded by some of the lads of some of the mad shit we used to get up to. Like back when we used to proper insult each other. I mean when I say insults it was fucking brutal. One guy once left the Mess crying and never came back to the Army again, that...

So... Storytime.... Part 4, blog post version. Forgot to upload the other day. Oops. Right, so... Another instance where for all intents and purposes, literally... I should be fucking dead, and the world must suffer my continued existence. On ops again. We'd been doing some recon, and I was hit by some debris. Not that bad, aye? Went down, concussion, some bangs and bruises, thankfully not really worse for wear. I was just unconscious, lazy cunt that I am. ...

*From the carriage ride that Trixie, Zaten and Hymn were apart of. The large Journal is leather wrapped, and old. Very old it seems. As old as Wyatt himself. On the front cover there are multiple addresses crossed out. The final one is printed: IF FOUND RETURN TO CMDR. WYATT C. RYDER, MILITAIRES SANS FRONTIERES OUTPOST, COLUMBIA* The first page has a some kind of... Vow written down. Scribbled out is something saying he has no one to dedicate the book to. 'A Vow unto my own, that never from th...

"Joy taught us both, and we all became thick as thieves. A bond closer than family, than lovers. It's not something you can explain. We developed a new type of hand-to-hand combat together, were taught how to be soldiers. True soldiers. *chuckle* A question I often get asked... Did I love her, though? Did I harbour romantic feelings for her? Yes. Yes, I did. That's the simple answer. But, after training with Joy for a while, she left. Without reason or explanation. Of course, I knew she must hav...

ALRIGHT! Storytime part 5, THE REBLOGGENING. Don't even know if anyone reads or cares about these, but fuck it, here we go. This is a little lesson in trickery, and goes some way to explaining my risky joke history, and will show how far military people will go for a prank. Also, this may traumatise any car enthusiasts. Right, so. Military family day out! We were doing some demonstrations for the families of army personnel in the local area. It's a nice day out, food, drink, kids welcome ETC....

Reposted blog story, as usual! Alright, so... We were on ops. It was a hot country we were in. We'd been standing in full kit in the heat all day, guarding a border. Boring work, really. Nothing special happened while I was on duty, although I've heard some stories and there's been a lot that's happened on said border. Anyway, myself and a bunch of the lads decide to go out past the border that night to a nearby town for some drinks and to possibly pull. Anyway, the latter never happened f...