>Your fingers glide over the keyboard, pushing down one key after another
>Your face is damp with sweat
>Your mouth is dry
>Your screenname is Faggot of Writing
>This is it
>This is the conclusion you've been working to for the last too many threads!
>Line after line of greentext flows from your fingers
>You swallow nervously
>Every single line feels like making the toughest choice ever
>To make it sweet, to make it feely, to make it slightly dramatic, all without overdoing it
>Your fans are waiting for you
>You already had to push the deadline, so you're writing as fast as you can without degrading in quality
>Your hands and fingers glide left and right, making character after character pop up on the screen
>You freeze
>You hear someone coming down the stairs to your basement
>Faster than the human eye can follow, your fingers hit keyboard shortcuts most people have never even heard of
>Just in time, too
>The door opens, light flows into your room
>More lights are added as the lamp on your ceiling is switched on
>"Anon, it's so dark in here, what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing mom. Just..."
>You check the screen to see what you have open now
"Just checking the stock market."
>"I never knew you were into economics, Anon."
"W-well, I am. Really."
>Cold sweat drips down your face
>"Well, if you need anything, just call me!"
>The door closes again
>You don't move yet
>You listen carefully if your mother is actually climbing those stairs
>Thank Celestia she is
>You open your .txt document again
>How to conclude the story?
>You sigh
>A few short clicks later, you're looking at the thread you're writing for
>Captain Moneybags has writting a new story
>Might as well check it out for a bit
>It's good enough, even though the pacing could be a bit better
>The clop was good though, and it earned you an expanded dong
>And inspiration
>You don't know how things can give you inspiration for things that are completely unrelated in both subject and content, but hey
>Don't question it, gain profit
>You open the story back up, and get back to writing
>A few minutes later, it's done
>Your masterpiece
>Your sweetest, feelest, and most rule 63-ish story yet
>Finished
>Concluded
>Wrapped up
>And it's prefect
>The butter-colored horses will never have sex again