Book ??? Chapter ???by Damian InkwellChaptersBook ??? Chapter ???All about the inkwell with the bookThe other Damian and the "end"Book ??? Chapter ???Chapter ??? Damian inkwell finds himself alone with himself in a void of grey whitish color. "Well this is shitty." The other me says to me as there is another me that's trying to enjoy himself in the plain void that is doing loops and flips we alone together with ourselves here and I'm the one writing all this "What else can we do? And I'm the one writing this all down your the one that is supposed to be coming up w-" I get rather rudely slapped across the head interrupted for the other me to say the following. "There is literally nothing we can do at this point. Let's face it. I fucked up. You fucked up. We both did shit and were shit so I don't see many ways of us getting the fuck out of here unless you can use that stupid book to write us a way out. I mean for fuck sakes do you hav..." Suddenly a idea hit both of us and we both looked at each other a memory of something faintly said to us resonating, "there won't be a point to any of it. It's all fucking worthless because we have no outside help. No one to help us because no one knows we exist. Our side of the multiverse hasn't even come close to surfacing and the worst part of it all is we have a writer that can think up any idea that doesn't write anything about us. Ourselves in the multiverse. The best way for us to have any chance is that it needs to be known we exist. Because when you run into problems that you can't fix. Your going to be alone and feel alone" the memory of the speech we should never ignored but did from our friend Rune Blade hit us hard. So I kept writing and I kept thinking clearing my mind as I went over everything I knew and remembered about me. Who I am. Who the other me is. And what's going the fuck on. "This won't at all be fun tho you realize that right? Because your the one with the book and when it comes to my turn to explain my past I'm pretty sure everyone will fucking hate me Because of the arrogant bitch I am" I had to say in return to him. "I know and I frankly hate you myself but let's start with the easy okay. Let's explain where we are. How we got here briefly. And who we are in the first place. Then everything in.. between.. oh fuck me this will take a long while..." begrudgingly I continue and being the start of something that will take. A long. Long. Time. And to put it in short we are in the void of nothing. There was never meant to be anything here. And there was never meant to be nothing here. It just rests in the state of nothing having nothing the second nothing being in the content of 'nothing' being a something. Because of this I am able to stay alive and dead at the same time so is the other me. So technically we both are dead in everyone's opinion in the multiverse and most think we are alive as well. Because of this we have unfortunately wound up in this state where we can't die because that ruins other ponys memories of us and we can die because believe we are. And we should be. And let me put in short the summary of how we got here. Me and other me were at the end of our journey and we were ready with our army and we were about to storm the land of hell. It not called that just what it turned into. We are walking up the steps and we have memories along with our friends of us that look to be from the far future with some war wounds coming though to give us hope and speak some clearly improvised shit. We walk far ahead of the group like idiots and unexpectedly run into our greatest enemy. And he of course takes that chance and does something outrageous. He dropped a nuke on us. Five of them.. all at once. And then time froze up we being brought here. Basically in the other me's panic for safety he put a shield around us trapping us with the nukes. And we wound up here because we created a paradox by doing that. Because we already saw our future selfs. So did all our friends and a good chunk of the multiverse. And because it looks like there's no way we can live yet already in the future have lived we broke physically a lot of time rules. And now we're here on time out till we can figure out and explain to the universe how we survive this shit. And who am I? I'm Damian inkwell from the inkpot family. You may have heard of us if you were around my dimension. And I don't think anyone has or wants to be because of the absolute hell hole I'm in. I'll explain more on that in the.. well im not sure if I should call it a chapter or not cause I don't know how much will be wanted on the topic. And the other me here is Damian inkwell the founder of a company he made called inkwell industry's. To try to make this explanation short think of rich ass hat that does whatever he wants mixed with nerd no one ever pays attention to. So he's super powerful and wanted by the princesses for his crimes against nature. Yet no one knows of the hunt for him because of how bad they are and a want to not cause panic. Basically he brilliantly hid right under their noses. I'll talk about what he did in a very separate.. chapter from mine. So I think this is a good place to stop for chapter one I'm not sure how to properly end this or even if I can call it chapter one because of everything that happened before this. And everything that might happen after. But as both of us would say. "Fuck it. It's good enough for me" heh. I said it out loud and got a laugh from the other me. I'm about to put this down for a bit I'm going to get cramps from writing with my hoofs and this stupid big fancy quill because I didn't bring a pen. Author's Note proofreaders when you read help me because I'm going to be mother fucking bad in some areas. Please I need the help thank you. This is my first time actually writing one of my stories down. So yay hopefully it's good and has gotten your attention long enough to pull you in to want to read more All about the inkwell with the bookSo I guess I'm really doing this huh? It's really fun to be fun but I guess it has to be done. My name is Damian inkwell. I'm going to explain everything that's different about my universe that I know now that I didn't know in the past. In my universe I live in the closing district which is next to the factory district, the closing district is only called that because every house and building other then my dads business is closed for destruction. Now I assume that you all think I live in a place called manehaten. Nope. I live in a city called ponopillis. It's a giant city almost but not as big as the metropolis of canterlot a place that takes up the entire space on the top of a mountain that was flattened half way down. There are other cities but I'll probably talk about them at a later date. Now let's talk about the biggest differences of my universe that when I found out I became super depressed. Number one princess Celestia killed all the other alicorns and wrote history to say that she has been always and forever will be only queen of equestria. Her sister didn't go crazy Celestia did but not like daybreaker as I've recently heard about. No she went power crazy. Her sister fought to protect us. After she died Celestia went on a killing spree slowly brainwashing who was left to worship her and see her as queen, The second biggest difference is all the city's and technical advances. Celestia wanted more ways to be seen to be praised so she forced her scientists to advance that technology. This is why equestria is super behind in medical science and is trying hard to catch up. The third and biggest thing is there is no such thing as the elements of harmony. Most of the ponys that made up the elements that I've heard of are either dead or nothing like they would have been. I'll probably explain more in a later chapter about my life. Actually I think I should just make a book about myself and my life. The fourth and most important difference is race rules. To put it in short. My Equestria is racist as fuck. Zebras and mules are slaves. Normally mud p- earth ponys, sorry old habit. Earth ponys are normally also slaves other then the ones that stand up for themselves or ones that are brought up with family. Pegasi and unicorns are high class, unicorn higher class then pegasi. Anyway I think I'll explain what I can do and why I'm so powerful. It will make literally shit for any kind of sense but basically I used to be horrible at writing. Then I found a group online, it was about getting better at writing. I joined and smiled as I met them. Their were 16 of us at the start. We fucking sucked at staying on topic and normally texted each other. Then came the day the legend was told. A alter in the middle of the Everfree Jungle, a sanctuary. It could give us the quickest way to being masters of writing. I know it sounds crazy but it turns out to be true. Not only that but I'm of course the one of the group to find it, you don't need to know how currently. So I take the group of unicorns and Pegasus and one zebra. He was one of my best friends for different reasons and he wanted to be a representative for his race. I want him to be known because he was a big part of my life. I can't say his name cause he was not given a proper one by his parents. Sorry off topic. Anyway this place of sanctuary and the alter warped the trees and everything around it. It looked like paper that had ever changing words on it, I couldn't read half of them. The main part was a table with a chair and a giant quill that was dipped into a inkpot. We had to bring the biggest books we could and we had to write out a line of words over and over well chanting something as the group. I won't say more then that because if you find this and you have one of your own in your universe I don't want you to experience this hell we unleashed by accident. Here is the best part. When I did it something weird happened and the quill lit on fire as I wrote page after page of something before the pages burnt and disintegrated. Then my cutie mark of a inkwell changed to have a flaming quill in it. It straight fucked me cause my dad thought I got a tattoo. He hated me for months after that. A few months after that we found we were better but I wanted more, And so did everyone else. And we went back and did it again. And we kept doing this. Till well, I wrote myself my soon to be worst enemy as the quill was on fire again and brought him to life. Everyone couldn't believe it. But at that point I was happier then ever as I had my very own friend of ink that was a pony. We all did it more slowly we became corrupted I and four of the others realized this. We ran and hid ourselves in our own respective places to protect them. I had to see friends leave as the others got corrupted and then the next four years of my life started. I had to block them from the book and it's powers. It was me and every creature I made versus the whole bloody 12 of them. I got a pony made that would continuously change the location of the alter. Funny thing is during all this I had a hole bunch of shit happen. Ranging from me and my friend Bigshot starting a mafia and mob in one. Me helping my dad keep the company. A bunch of other shit. But it's not my turn for that. I'm going to stop writing about myself now and start on the other me that I'm with. Trust me. I'm the best out of the group. I mean group because there are me and him. And the totality completely evil versions of us. This is the multiverse after all. And it's true and real. Even in the universe where it isn't. It's fucking mentally draining when trying to explain it so I'm going to leave that up to the me in the universe where I did and the universe where you read that version. Anyway I think I'm done here and fuck it. It works for me. My hoof is cramping bad. The other Damian and the "end"Hi. So I guess I'm really doing this. Oh boy. So let me help myself here by saying that inkwells are very different then most ponys. To put it in short we have a weird form of ADHD. Which means that we jump around and easily get off track. So I'm going to try to do better then my friend and I'm going to let him write his book about himself and after I'm done I'll write about myself as well, in a separate book of course. Anyway. I've tinkered with time travel and mucking with the universe all thanks to either a second me that's like me or my future self as a me came from the future. Gave me all the lottery numbers and race numbers and what have you. And he gave me the instructions on how to make a pocket portable interdenominational travel device. It fits in my phone and it got me started in quantum computing. It all sounds bullshit and like I'm to smart for myself but I had tons of help from myself. He taugh me everything though a USB port he attached to a part of me. I won't say because it's not a place I want to be known as important or vulnerable. My brain now runs like a really fucked up computer. Now. Enough about me and more about our situation. We are stuck in a white box. How we got here was because we created a paradox and our friend saved us from ripping apart the multiverse. The friend in question is rune blade, she's harder to explain then it's worth. We are with a group of warriors among the nearby multiverse. I'm going to get the other Damian to explain them and rune blade later. We traveled across the multiverse to stop a being named entro P. He has univers warping powers. So. He can do literally anything but has no control over it. So for example he wanted us dead. He didn't expect to suddenly spawn 5 nukes around us, he just wanted us dead and his magic choose that nukes where the best option. You can see why he's a problem. Now with all this said and done it's going to be a good long while before we catch you all up to right here right now. I really hope you stay with us along the way. We need the help. We need the support. Anyway I think I'll just say that the next time we write will be in the separate books. So I hope you can come up with ideas till then. Please tell us in the comments. I'm not going to lie. Knowing the multiverse some me going through this exact same thing will probably get them. If not me. Till then I bid you all a day and hope that this doesn't last forever or become ignored.. I don't want to die alone in the nothing.. and neither does he. Anyway this is the in quotes "end" for the moment. Keep searching for the rest and please someone help us somehow.
Book ??? Chapter ???Chapter ??? Damian inkwell finds himself alone with himself in a void of grey whitish color. "Well this is shitty." The other me says to me as there is another me that's trying to enjoy himself in the plain void that is doing loops and flips we alone together with ourselves here and I'm the one writing all this "What else can we do? And I'm the one writing this all down your the one that is supposed to be coming up w-" I get rather rudely slapped across the head interrupted for the other me to say the following. "There is literally nothing we can do at this point. Let's face it. I fucked up. You fucked up. We both did shit and were shit so I don't see many ways of us getting the fuck out of here unless you can use that stupid book to write us a way out. I mean for fuck sakes do you hav..." Suddenly a idea hit both of us and we both looked at each other a memory of something faintly said to us resonating, "there won't be a point to any of it. It's all fucking worthless because we have no outside help. No one to help us because no one knows we exist. Our side of the multiverse hasn't even come close to surfacing and the worst part of it all is we have a writer that can think up any idea that doesn't write anything about us. Ourselves in the multiverse. The best way for us to have any chance is that it needs to be known we exist. Because when you run into problems that you can't fix. Your going to be alone and feel alone" the memory of the speech we should never ignored but did from our friend Rune Blade hit us hard. So I kept writing and I kept thinking clearing my mind as I went over everything I knew and remembered about me. Who I am. Who the other me is. And what's going the fuck on. "This won't at all be fun tho you realize that right? Because your the one with the book and when it comes to my turn to explain my past I'm pretty sure everyone will fucking hate me Because of the arrogant bitch I am" I had to say in return to him. "I know and I frankly hate you myself but let's start with the easy okay. Let's explain where we are. How we got here briefly. And who we are in the first place. Then everything in.. between.. oh fuck me this will take a long while..." begrudgingly I continue and being the start of something that will take. A long. Long. Time. And to put it in short we are in the void of nothing. There was never meant to be anything here. And there was never meant to be nothing here. It just rests in the state of nothing having nothing the second nothing being in the content of 'nothing' being a something. Because of this I am able to stay alive and dead at the same time so is the other me. So technically we both are dead in everyone's opinion in the multiverse and most think we are alive as well. Because of this we have unfortunately wound up in this state where we can't die because that ruins other ponys memories of us and we can die because believe we are. And we should be. And let me put in short the summary of how we got here. Me and other me were at the end of our journey and we were ready with our army and we were about to storm the land of hell. It not called that just what it turned into. We are walking up the steps and we have memories along with our friends of us that look to be from the far future with some war wounds coming though to give us hope and speak some clearly improvised shit. We walk far ahead of the group like idiots and unexpectedly run into our greatest enemy. And he of course takes that chance and does something outrageous. He dropped a nuke on us. Five of them.. all at once. And then time froze up we being brought here. Basically in the other me's panic for safety he put a shield around us trapping us with the nukes. And we wound up here because we created a paradox by doing that. Because we already saw our future selfs. So did all our friends and a good chunk of the multiverse. And because it looks like there's no way we can live yet already in the future have lived we broke physically a lot of time rules. And now we're here on time out till we can figure out and explain to the universe how we survive this shit. And who am I? I'm Damian inkwell from the inkpot family. You may have heard of us if you were around my dimension. And I don't think anyone has or wants to be because of the absolute hell hole I'm in. I'll explain more on that in the.. well im not sure if I should call it a chapter or not cause I don't know how much will be wanted on the topic. And the other me here is Damian inkwell the founder of a company he made called inkwell industry's. To try to make this explanation short think of rich ass hat that does whatever he wants mixed with nerd no one ever pays attention to. So he's super powerful and wanted by the princesses for his crimes against nature. Yet no one knows of the hunt for him because of how bad they are and a want to not cause panic. Basically he brilliantly hid right under their noses. I'll talk about what he did in a very separate.. chapter from mine. So I think this is a good place to stop for chapter one I'm not sure how to properly end this or even if I can call it chapter one because of everything that happened before this. And everything that might happen after. But as both of us would say. "Fuck it. It's good enough for me" heh. I said it out loud and got a laugh from the other me. I'm about to put this down for a bit I'm going to get cramps from writing with my hoofs and this stupid big fancy quill because I didn't bring a pen. Author's Note proofreaders when you read help me because I'm going to be mother fucking bad in some areas. Please I need the help thank you. This is my first time actually writing one of my stories down. So yay hopefully it's good and has gotten your attention long enough to pull you in to want to read more
All about the inkwell with the bookSo I guess I'm really doing this huh? It's really fun to be fun but I guess it has to be done. My name is Damian inkwell. I'm going to explain everything that's different about my universe that I know now that I didn't know in the past. In my universe I live in the closing district which is next to the factory district, the closing district is only called that because every house and building other then my dads business is closed for destruction. Now I assume that you all think I live in a place called manehaten. Nope. I live in a city called ponopillis. It's a giant city almost but not as big as the metropolis of canterlot a place that takes up the entire space on the top of a mountain that was flattened half way down. There are other cities but I'll probably talk about them at a later date. Now let's talk about the biggest differences of my universe that when I found out I became super depressed. Number one princess Celestia killed all the other alicorns and wrote history to say that she has been always and forever will be only queen of equestria. Her sister didn't go crazy Celestia did but not like daybreaker as I've recently heard about. No she went power crazy. Her sister fought to protect us. After she died Celestia went on a killing spree slowly brainwashing who was left to worship her and see her as queen, The second biggest difference is all the city's and technical advances. Celestia wanted more ways to be seen to be praised so she forced her scientists to advance that technology. This is why equestria is super behind in medical science and is trying hard to catch up. The third and biggest thing is there is no such thing as the elements of harmony. Most of the ponys that made up the elements that I've heard of are either dead or nothing like they would have been. I'll probably explain more in a later chapter about my life. Actually I think I should just make a book about myself and my life. The fourth and most important difference is race rules. To put it in short. My Equestria is racist as fuck. Zebras and mules are slaves. Normally mud p- earth ponys, sorry old habit. Earth ponys are normally also slaves other then the ones that stand up for themselves or ones that are brought up with family. Pegasi and unicorns are high class, unicorn higher class then pegasi. Anyway I think I'll explain what I can do and why I'm so powerful. It will make literally shit for any kind of sense but basically I used to be horrible at writing. Then I found a group online, it was about getting better at writing. I joined and smiled as I met them. Their were 16 of us at the start. We fucking sucked at staying on topic and normally texted each other. Then came the day the legend was told. A alter in the middle of the Everfree Jungle, a sanctuary. It could give us the quickest way to being masters of writing. I know it sounds crazy but it turns out to be true. Not only that but I'm of course the one of the group to find it, you don't need to know how currently. So I take the group of unicorns and Pegasus and one zebra. He was one of my best friends for different reasons and he wanted to be a representative for his race. I want him to be known because he was a big part of my life. I can't say his name cause he was not given a proper one by his parents. Sorry off topic. Anyway this place of sanctuary and the alter warped the trees and everything around it. It looked like paper that had ever changing words on it, I couldn't read half of them. The main part was a table with a chair and a giant quill that was dipped into a inkpot. We had to bring the biggest books we could and we had to write out a line of words over and over well chanting something as the group. I won't say more then that because if you find this and you have one of your own in your universe I don't want you to experience this hell we unleashed by accident. Here is the best part. When I did it something weird happened and the quill lit on fire as I wrote page after page of something before the pages burnt and disintegrated. Then my cutie mark of a inkwell changed to have a flaming quill in it. It straight fucked me cause my dad thought I got a tattoo. He hated me for months after that. A few months after that we found we were better but I wanted more, And so did everyone else. And we went back and did it again. And we kept doing this. Till well, I wrote myself my soon to be worst enemy as the quill was on fire again and brought him to life. Everyone couldn't believe it. But at that point I was happier then ever as I had my very own friend of ink that was a pony. We all did it more slowly we became corrupted I and four of the others realized this. We ran and hid ourselves in our own respective places to protect them. I had to see friends leave as the others got corrupted and then the next four years of my life started. I had to block them from the book and it's powers. It was me and every creature I made versus the whole bloody 12 of them. I got a pony made that would continuously change the location of the alter. Funny thing is during all this I had a hole bunch of shit happen. Ranging from me and my friend Bigshot starting a mafia and mob in one. Me helping my dad keep the company. A bunch of other shit. But it's not my turn for that. I'm going to stop writing about myself now and start on the other me that I'm with. Trust me. I'm the best out of the group. I mean group because there are me and him. And the totality completely evil versions of us. This is the multiverse after all. And it's true and real. Even in the universe where it isn't. It's fucking mentally draining when trying to explain it so I'm going to leave that up to the me in the universe where I did and the universe where you read that version. Anyway I think I'm done here and fuck it. It works for me. My hoof is cramping bad.
The other Damian and the "end"Hi. So I guess I'm really doing this. Oh boy. So let me help myself here by saying that inkwells are very different then most ponys. To put it in short we have a weird form of ADHD. Which means that we jump around and easily get off track. So I'm going to try to do better then my friend and I'm going to let him write his book about himself and after I'm done I'll write about myself as well, in a separate book of course. Anyway. I've tinkered with time travel and mucking with the universe all thanks to either a second me that's like me or my future self as a me came from the future. Gave me all the lottery numbers and race numbers and what have you. And he gave me the instructions on how to make a pocket portable interdenominational travel device. It fits in my phone and it got me started in quantum computing. It all sounds bullshit and like I'm to smart for myself but I had tons of help from myself. He taugh me everything though a USB port he attached to a part of me. I won't say because it's not a place I want to be known as important or vulnerable. My brain now runs like a really fucked up computer. Now. Enough about me and more about our situation. We are stuck in a white box. How we got here was because we created a paradox and our friend saved us from ripping apart the multiverse. The friend in question is rune blade, she's harder to explain then it's worth. We are with a group of warriors among the nearby multiverse. I'm going to get the other Damian to explain them and rune blade later. We traveled across the multiverse to stop a being named entro P. He has univers warping powers. So. He can do literally anything but has no control over it. So for example he wanted us dead. He didn't expect to suddenly spawn 5 nukes around us, he just wanted us dead and his magic choose that nukes where the best option. You can see why he's a problem. Now with all this said and done it's going to be a good long while before we catch you all up to right here right now. I really hope you stay with us along the way. We need the help. We need the support. Anyway I think I'll just say that the next time we write will be in the separate books. So I hope you can come up with ideas till then. Please tell us in the comments. I'm not going to lie. Knowing the multiverse some me going through this exact same thing will probably get them. If not me. Till then I bid you all a day and hope that this doesn't last forever or become ignored.. I don't want to die alone in the nothing.. and neither does he. Anyway this is the in quotes "end" for the moment. Keep searching for the rest and please someone help us somehow.
