Staff Update

Hello there everypony, just wanted to let you know that Shaun is letting me run this blog for now, so if you need to submit your logs or pictures, send them to sb2151996@gmail.com instead of Shaun's email.

Just thought you'd all like to now, I'm dropping out of Running of the Leaves. I'll wrap up my story at the end of my Stage D log. I may show up to a few races as traffic, but that's it. I don't have time to run this blog along with all the others, so if somepony wants to take over, that'd be good.
-Shaunnnnnnnnn

Stage C Log "Chords" - Blackest Skyline

So, here I am, in some shady little garage called Pit's Stop; the rest stop in Buckston which is bookmarking the third stage of this journey. Truth be told, I don't really have much business here; the only real reason we're even here is to bear witness to the mending of Vinyl's bruised and beaten GT-R R35, which has taken such a pounding that I'm starting to doubt whether Vinyl can handle it properly. I mean, sure, it's packing some serious power; but it's got 4WD - a luxury the rest of us (bar a few) have to compete with. However, I'm not envious - having RWD means the XJ220 handles in a much less synthetic manner than the GT-R R35. The XJ220, by the way, still looked damn good, if a bit massive compared to the other cars on show. Since the GT-R was going to take some time to fix, I slinked out of the room while nopony was looking, and clambered back into the XJ220 to relax.

Stage B Log - Vinyl Scratch

I finally got to meet the stallion that had evaded me all this time, Blackest Skyline. I cantered into Pizza Stable expecting to see a black unicorn sat in a dark corner of the establishment, alone. I expected that, when I was to go over there to try and talk to him, he would refuse to acknowledge me because he has a hatred of other ponies and is only in this race to win, and he has some kind of dark motive behind the whole thing.

Stage A Log - "1992" Amber Flare

I hate being late. But I was this time. Getting caught up in traffic in Stalliongrad meant that my time isn’t what I hoped it would be, and the Renault that decided to clip me in the tunnel spun me out.

Furious and tired, I thrashed the Skyline the rest of the way, never dropping below 100mph. Traffic should be banned.

P.S. The event organisers are using my Sklyine as the promotional vehicle!

Stage B Log "Freedom" - Rainbow Dash

Now this is what I joined this race for! Screaming down the road at top speed, not a care in the world. For a while it was just me, my car, and the track. I had Metallica blasting through the radio and James Hayfield's music just seemed to fit perfectly with the situation. I felt free. I felt awesome.

Running of the Leaves and The Everfree Media Group

The Everfree Media Group is a recently founded group of bronies willing to work together on multiple different projects. Currently, within the group, there are three projects; Everfree Motorsport, Running of the Leaves and The Celestian. The group is open to all who may be interested, so if you feel you have something to contribute, hit me up via my e-mail.

Thanks again,

Shaunnnnnnnnn.

Also, apologies for the slow posting of updates and incomplete stage list. I'm a little busy at the moment.

Stage A Log "Starting Off and Screwing Up" - Rainbow Dash

BUCK! I'm so bucking pissed off right now! I don't even want to right this stupid log right now! But apparently the pony running this thing wants us to "write about our experiences on and off the track". I haven't even seen this damn pony let alone heard their name! I guess I should calm down and write about what happened. Things were fine before the race. I was really excited to finally start this thing and get out of stalliongrad. Can't understand a single thing those ponies are saying. I decided to meet up with a few ponies for a drink.

Stage A Log - Shadow

So there I was the night before the start of the race, when I should have been resting and getting ready for the next day, but instead I was out partying. Now I probably drank a bit more than I should have and well the next think I remembered was waking up in my car, jumping up to check the time and hitting my head against the steering wheel. After I got over nearly knocking myself out I noticed it was only 30 minutes till race time and I had no idea where I was.

Stage B Log "Acquaintances" - Blackest Skyline

Trottingham; an industrialised town for the masses. Or, at least, it read like that in the brochure. When I arrived from the chilly peaks of Stalliongrad (the cool air had helped relieve the hangover a little bit, but it still lingered like a foul smell over proceedings), the blazing sun of Trottingham was a horrible addition to the cold, mechanised hell that this town represented. I never really like this place, and I thanked Celestia that I wouldn't have to spent too long in this hell.