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totallycorrectvtquotes · 3 years

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Hello Everyone

So... As you can probably tell, my plan to restart this blog failed... Rather drastically. And that's not on you guys at all! It's totally on me. The truth is, I just don't have the time and energy to run it, at least not steadily.

This is especially sticky since it kind of runs in a loop. The Venturiantale gang is hilarious, and every video is just packed to the brim with funny little quips and one liners and sibling moments that should be shared! But since they're so packed to the brim, I feel like I have to save and queue all of them. But everytime I decide to save something, it requires me to pause the video, type what I remember, switch back over to the video, replay the scene, switch back over to the post, edit what I've written, switch back over to check the name of the video, triple check the quote, etc. etc. etc. Every. Single. Quote. And as I said, every video is packed to the brim with funny moments.

What this means is that a half hour video can easily run into over three hours of saving time and I just don't have the time and energy for that.

So what does this mean for the blog? Well... I'm not sure. Whatever happens I want it to at least stay up, even if I don't add anything more to it. But I still think that more people should know the funny quips and moments that VT has to offer.

I've come up with three possible solutions.

1) Opening up mod applications. The mod would have to be a semi-regular VT watcher with either time on their hands or a much better auditory memory than I have. The benefits would be that I could still add some quotes when I have the time, but people would still be getting regular content.

2) Somehow finding a way to give this blog to a fellow adventurer. Ideas I have include changing the name slightly so someone else can have the old name, and then they can reblog my posts and then start up a new queue. The benefits would be similar to the above, but with the added bonus of unfettered access to whoever inherits.

3) Drastically reducing the amount of quotes I pull from a video at a time. And by this I mean only pulling one quote from a video as I watch it. The benefits would be that I think that would relieve some of the pressure on me to get all the good quotes, but it might end up being that you get repeat quotes if I forget that I've posted it before.

4) Set up a queue of previous posts in a circle so that when I do add new content it just gets filtered into reblogged old posts. I personally dislike when blogs do this but if you'd rather have old content than no content, I'd be happy to do it for you.

5) Label the blog as inactive and just let it sit as is. I hate to do this, but unless something else gives I rather feel like I'm beating a dead (or at least very sick) horse. It's just not fair to anyone involved.

Let me know which option you prefer, guys, and if anyone has any interest in modding or inheriting the blog, please please let me know. I'd be more than happy to work something out.

Well, I think that's all I had to say. Until later, y'all,

~ Bonny

#venturiantale #not a quote #jordan venturian #immortal kyodai #flying pings #homeless goomba

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obsidiancreates · 5 years

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Old Writing

Alright. Okay. This... is the first chapter of my first fic involving Mark and Jack (Dan and Phil are also there? For some reason?) from back when I was 13.

I wanted to post more old writing because I think it’s fun to look back at where I started and where I am now, you know?

I had... no idea, how to write Mark and Jack back then. I’d literally started watching them... like, a month or two prior or something?

So, yeah. 13 year old Sid’s writing, all the way from Wattpad. Including the Author’s notes. I used to call my readers “Fanfares”. Yup.

Hey there Fanfares! Just a quick author's note before the story. There will be no cussing. Yes, I am fully aware of the language that all these YouTubers use, but this will be a swear-free book. My excuse is that, since we've never heard the Gmod characters cuss, cuss words don't exist in their dimension and when they were pulled in the YouTubers lost their ability to cuss. Also, I still have no idea what to call Sue, so I'm just going with he/him. Now that that's done with, enjoy!

Mark stood behind the stage, waiting for everyone else to show up. He had gotten there a couple minutes early by accident. That's when he heard a familiar Irish accent.

"I'm here! I'm not late am I?!" Jack shouted as he ran in.

"Nope. No one else is even here yet," Mark told him. Jack wiped his brow.

"Phew! I thought I was late. Who else is coming?"

"I think it's Felix, Dan, Phil, and some gamers."

"Cool!" Jack exclaimed. The two waited for everyone else to arrive.

Meanwhile, trouble was brewing in a whole other universe. The VenturianTale Gmod universe. The Acachalla family was fighting off an army of bus-sized chickens with laser eyes, but that wasn't the trouble. Well, it was part of the trouble, but not all of it. Papa Achachalla shot at the poultry with his most beloved shotgun, Gertrude was flinging her crowbar around, Sally had a rocket launcher, Billy had grenades, Spencer was out of the basement and slicing at the beasts with a sword, and Sue was in the treehouse trying to be a sniper. He ended up injuring the Achachallas more than the chickens, but that was to be expected. What wasn't expected was Fred "Spooker" Soup and Chris "Colon" Ghosty randomly arriving.

"Why are we here again?" Colon asked, adjusting his blue beanie. Spooker scratched his head and thought for a moment before responding.

"Oh, right! Because Ghost and Toast had to go deal with a french ghost and they sent us to handle this!"

"I think the Achachallas are handling it okay."

"Not that. Ghost said their was a ghost here!"

"Oh. Okay, I'll scan around for anything strange!" Colon said, whipping out the scanner. It started going haywire immediately. "Oops, forgot it doesn't work in this house. Hey, I'm kinda hungry."

"Me too," Spooker said. His face lit up. "Why don't we have a snack first? I'm sure Achachalla won't mind us taking his food!" Before Colon could say anything Spooker dashed into the kitchen and was rummaging through the fridge. He proudly produced a bowl of spaghetti. "Here we go! I'll just pop it in the microwave! How long?"

"Hmm. I usually put it in for five minutes. I like it extra nuclear," Colon said. His stomach growled and he frowned. "Hurry up."

"Okay, timer is set!" Spooker exclaimed. He hit start.

The microwave started shaking and glowing. It hummed and growled, sounding like a wild animal. Or maybe Sally when she didn't get her waffles. Either way it scared the unpaid interns. Fred and Colon backed away from the device. It started shooting sparks and the spaghetti caught on fire. The glowing got more and more intense, until BLAM! Dimensional energy exploded out of it! The blast was felt all over Little Butts. Everyone/thing stopped whatever they were doing. The microwave shot off one final spark before going back to normal. The little door popped open to reveal a very burnt, very melted, slightly alive bowl of spaghetti.

"Uh...I don't think we were supposed to do that," Spooker said, trembling. Colon nodded before passing out. "Good idea," Spooker whispered. He passed out too.

Back in the other dimension, everyone had finally arrived. They were all waiting backstage after being prepped to go on. A strange wind blew through the area, smelling faintly of...spaghetti? Everyone sniffed the air. "Anyone else smell that?" Mark questioned. Everyone nodded. Then a small light, about the size of a golf ball, appeared behind them. Jack turned around and did a double take.

"What on earth is that?!" he shouted, leaping away from it. Everybody turned around and did the same. The light got bigger. A swirl of red, yellow, and blue appeared in the middle. It got bigger and bigger until it was big enough for a person to fit in. The whole group had been backing away from it the whole time. Now it was pulling them in, like when the Millennium Falcon was being pulled into the Death Star. It's pull got stronger and stronger.

"What the heck is going on!" Phil screamed. He was the first one to be pulled in. "AHHHHHH!!!"

"PHIL!" Dan screamed. He was next to go. "NONONONO!!!"

"I'm losing my grip!" Mark shouted. He had grabbed onto a nearby pole. His fingers slipped off and he got sucked into the vortex. "HELP!"

Jack had his arms wrapped around the railing of the stairs leading to the stage. The pull got stronger until he couldn't hold on anymore. "SOMEONE HELP!" he screeched as he was pulled in. The portal closed immediately. Everyone who hadn't got sucked in stood speechless. They all felt light headed. One by one they collapsed as people rushed in. They were all taken to the hospital, but everyone was wondering the same thing.

Where were Mark, Jack, Dan, and Phil?

Okay, that's chapter one! Sorry it's short, but there's more to come! I'm pretty sure you all know where Mark, Jack, Dan, and Phil are. I'm very excited about this story! Oh, and one more thing. The gang might end up meeting a certain...friend in the future. See you, Fanfares!

#Oh jeepers lol #I've had quite the 'glow up'#As the kids say #Or #Said #Do people still say that?#Ah #Whatever #my old writing

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