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The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Prologue
“Hello? It's me...” A dark, raspy voice spoke over an old 1920s phone. He was shrouded in complete darkness. Apart from that, he also kept himself in a dark cloak resembling that of a cult minister.
“I need you to plan for tonight. 2000 hours on the dot. Not later, no earlier.”
The voice on the phone sounded nothing more than just a bunch of jumble from an androgynous character.
“I understand. This will be his last critique! We will win!” He hung up the phone. Behind him was a single dim light coming from a hanging ceiling lamp. Under it was a cage that was glistening.
“Are you ready for tonight?” He sternly called to the being behind him. Inside the cage loomed a mint colored pony who laid on the ground. It was easy to tell she had been sobbing for the past hour, or hours.
“ARE YOU!?” Screamed the man. The mint pony flinched.
“Yes...” She sighed. “If I capture Mr. Enter... can I go home?”
The Pinkie ProblemSo, I've been saying that Season 4 has had one consistant problem, and that problem has been Pinkie's characterization. A lot of people seem to believe that Pinkie has been fine, the same as she's always been, or harmless. That's a perfectly valid opinion (that I don't share) and there is a way of looking at things where you take every character's perfomance as "in character:" Spike from Spike at Your Service; Twilight in Feeling Pinkie Keen; Rainbow Dash in May the Best Pet Win!, everything.
I could do that—actually no I couldn't, since I'm a critic, but hypothetically if I could, I would have to assume that Pinkie lacks any sense of empathy (The Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000; Filli Vanilli); is a complete idiot (Over a Barrel); and has the mind of a child (most of her season four appearances). Regardless of whether or not that's a valid viewpoint, that's not a good character. I define a good character as someone you can relate to, som
One Coarse LawsuitOne Coarse Lawsuit
One morning, in Bikini Bottom, Mr. Krabs was sitting in his office doing his usual thing. And by that I mean counting money and laughing.
"Ar har har har! Things have been going much better since I realized that the minimum wage was lower!"
Suddenly, Mr. Krab's top chef, SpongeBob Squarepants, busted in.
"SpongeBob?" Mr. Krabs asked. "Has buisness slowed down?"
"No, sir," SpongeBob replied, "but there are some cops outside the restaurant."
"Cops?" Mr. Krabs responded. "I'm sure they just want a couple patties."
"I don't think so, sir," SpongeBob said. "They look pretty serious and they're asking Squidward where you are."
"Ah, just play it cool, boy," Mr. Krabs assured him. "They're probably just asking about the whole 'nasty patty' incident."
"I thought we were never supposed to talk about that again," SpongeBob quipped.
"We're not," Mr. Krabs explained, "but I am."
The cops then came in, looking not too happy.
"Welcome to the Krusty Krab!" Mr. Krabs burst. "What can
The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Chapter 1November 16, 6:12PM
Enter Residence – Bedroom.
“Let's see here...” muttered a man. He was in front of a computer typing on a wordpad a script. This was Mr. Enter. Or at least that is what everyone called him. He was a young man with brown hair and a beard that matched it. His almost matching eyes stared at the screen in concentration.
“If It Smells Like An Edd...” he typed and murmured out loud. He kept focus on the writing. Suddenly he heard a creak coming from his front door. He thought nothing of it, assuming it was one of his own family members entering. For instance, one of his sisters. But his gaze from the computer shifted to a pause of realization.
“Wait... all of my family are home.” Mr. Enter thought. “Then who could-”
“I'm sorry Mr. Enter... really I am...” Said a whimpering voice behind him. Mr. Enter swiftly turned around to see Minty. He gasped.
“Minty!?” Exclaimed Mr. Enter. Minty paused. Her p
So about those note pages...So, you've probably noticed that I didn't put Atrocity note pages in my two previous Animated Atrocities review. Actually it seems that a surprising number of people didn't (or kept quiet about them). I'm actually pretty happy about that because I don't know, they kind of made my videos feel a little more low-budget, like I couldn't be bothered to put actual footage in the synopsis area. But let's not abandon them completely. Recently I stopped taking requests because it got way too out of hand. How about let's play fair. My Atrocity notebook template is now a "request submission." However, if you fill it out wrong I'm just going to disregard it altogether. And a lot of people have sort of filled it out improperly or judged things too harshly. So this is going to a normal guide to how to fill one out (oh and disregard the 1001. I'll make a better one for that).
Alright, episode title, show, episode number, writers, and directors can usually be found on imdb.com. If the anim
Byter and the vicseral hatred of MLP season three While the second season of MLP:FIM had certainly left some crack in the brony community, the third season the series utterly shattered it. Fandom reactions of the third season have range from ecstatic praise to cynical loathing. For me, season three was initially pretty underwhelming, and that most of the episodes overall didn't hit that level of quality that seasons one and two hit. But looking back, I largely attribute it mainly to hype backlash, and the fact it was only thirteen episodes. Since then, season three has grown on me, and even then, this doesn't explain the incredible amount of hatred this season has garnered. I'm sure we probably all know about the infamous TGWTG contributor Chad Rocco aka CR. But while Chad had pretty much left the fandom by the time Equestria Girls was announced. There are still plenty of anti-season three fan members out and about. Let's discuss one by the username
The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Chapter 2November 10, 12:32
Allen Gregory's Complex – Dining Room.
“What a fool!” Shouted the kid as he pound his hand against the table in a rapid fashion. “How DARE he make a mockery of me!”
“What is going on?” Entered his father. Or at least one of his fathers. He was a nice looking man with a hair colour similar to his son's.
“This man here!” Allen Gregory shouted, pointing to the laptop he had on his table. “Look what he said about me!”
He played a video titled “Animated Atrocities #19: '1 Night in Gottlieb'”. His father watched. He was more so confused about all that was being said. More so he admitted that Mr. Enter was right on all of the things he said. Including the critiques on his own son. Though he spoke not. His eyes shifted and his face turned into a nervous smile. Allen Gregory gave him an eye cold stare.
“Yes, that is enough internet for you.” His father said, shutting the laptop down and
A Mingle with the Bookworm: Part 2 (read descrip.)
Tate was a little excited to be a girl. She did look quite attractive, to her eyes, but then again, it was probably the mindset of Thomas still thinking. Regardless, it was a fresh start at life and she may want to change her routine a little bit to get a little more respect than Thomas ever had, and a little more social, to add. But she still wanted to read; she still craved that extra chapter in her book, the extra lesson in her homework.
She slammed herself into her bed where her book was still open and began to read once more. It wasn't long before her read was interrupted by the voice that seemed to have change her gender in the first place.
"What did I tell you?" It began, "Put the book down and start socializing!"
Tate wasn't going to hold back this time, "No, I don't want to; I want to study, I want to learn and I want to sit here and do those things!"
The voice grew enraged, "You dare talk back to your teacher? Your
The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Chapter 3November 16, 6:34PM
City Limits – Desert Entrance.
“I must ask.” Mr. Enter broke the moment of silence. “Where did this desert come from? I never seen it here before.”
“I don't know...” Minty partially lied. “I don't see any cars drive by. Or buses. Or planes.” That part was the truth however. It was eerily quiet.
“This is strange.” Mr. Enter added. He looked at the time with his cellphone. “It's night time. Walking across the desert at night is dangerous due to its freezing temperatures.”
“But I have to get you there before 8 O'clock.” Minty said. “I know it's dangerous. But what we are both going to face will be worse. I know I shouldn't be telling you... but a bunch of people gathered to take you down. They've been planning this since last week. I don't know the full details, but I know it's bad.”
“Sounds like an episode of Courage I recently reviewed.” Mr. Enter hummed.
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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