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dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86 Sun 04 Mar 2012 17:36:00 No.377923 View View Reply Original Report

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Welcome to this thread. You are now here. Here, we make stories. Liek dis:

>Twilight casted a spells.
>But she did it wrong and it went broken.
>It made girls equal boys.
>"SPIKE I HAVE PENIS NOW!"
>And then they all fucked.

Except maybe entertaining. There was some pretty great success with this in another thread, but it specifically called out the topic of the stories. This is more open. Come and make something magical happen. You probably won't regret it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 08 Mar 2012 23:08:00 No.464600 Report

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>>459618

For the love of God keep this thread alive. This is the good shit, and most definitely will try to read a bit when I get back from my night shift - finish at around 1000 GMT, so keep bumping this mother!

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Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 00:25:00 No.465810 Report

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>>459764
Back for a few bits. Jesus cunting Christ I thought our Cessna was gonna get fucking struck by lightning last night. Also wanted to ask anyone that's reading what they thought of the direction. I was kind of going a little grimdark at first, as hard as it is to do in this setting, but things got a little more light-hearted. I've found that if I make the main character an angry, gun-toting douche I'm not likely to have much positive interaction with the ponies. Any suggestions? Get a little darker again, or maintain course? Anyways...

>Carrying what I'd guess to be about 3 metric fucktons of fabric of assorted material and color.
>Goddamn these ponies can carry a lot on those little backs of theirs.
"Getting tired, anon? I didn't even give you a saddlebag!"
Twilight, if you so much as even SUGGEST I wear a saddlebag, I'll go tell Pinkie that you've been hiding sweets in the bindings of books in your library.
>Whywouldyoudothat face from Twilight.
>Spikes begins laughing. Apparently he rides around everywhere on her back because his little dragon-midget legs aren't very long. A perverse image of me riding a pony around in ease and comfort brings a smile to the corners of my mouth.
>After a short en-route class explaining how a solar trickle charger works after Twilight had noticed your backpack, you show up at Rarity's.
>Some sort of commotion, complete with comical crash and boom noises.
>Shorter, smaller (maybe a kid? a filly perhaps?) pony with colors similar to Rarity's dashes out of the front door of the carousel-shaped house with bolt of fabric in her mouth.
"SWEEEEEEEEEEEETIEEEEEEEE BEEEEEEEEELLE"

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 00:40:00 No.466057 Report

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>>465810
Fuck you captcha for stealing my name. THAT WAS MY WRITING NAME. MY. WRITING. NAME.

>By this time I had ceased scoffing at the sheer lunacy of these ponies' names, but "Sweetie Belle" is ridiculous.
>I begin to chuckle at the scene.
"Oh theeeeeere you are darling. I quite thought you were never coming!"
>Rarity stood in the doorway, a purple dress and glasses on.
>What determines if and when they wear clothes?
>Add that to ever-increasing list of questions about ponies.
"Blame Anon here, Rarity. He took too long."
I'm gonna wring your scrawny neck, Spike. You're the one that wouldn't stop ogling my truck when we passed it on the way here.
>Sheepish grin emerges on Spike's face.
"Well not to worry, not to worry. We have a looooot of work to do, and I'm ever so glad you brought Anon along. He could show us a thing or two with his bear paws."
>Annnnnnnd there's the first joke of the morning. It's gonna be a long day, Anon.

>Early afternoon, haven't been helping much. Mainly they've just had me lifting things, or entertaining them with the wonders of opposable digits.
>Having me count to ten on my fingers, "pulling off my thumb", other inane crap.
>Bear joke count is up to something like 7 or 8. I don't even look like a bear. More like a monkey, I'd say, humans being of simian origin and all.
>Tell this to Rarity. She seems convinced otherwise. Maybe she's never seen an ape.

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 00:42:00 No.466083 Report

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>Pinkie drops (hops?) by, leaving a basket of candy and pastries.
How do you ponies not all have diabetes from all this junk food?
>inb4 Pinkie, you are diabeetus
"Diabeetees? Is that a human disease? I assure you we don't have anything of the sort. I can show you a few medical primers on pony physiology if you'd like."
>Oh Twilight, u so geeky.
>Spike utters quietly into my ear.
"I like the female pony anatomy ones."
>Twilight overheard. Frown of the eons.
"Spike, have you been getting into the books for grown-up ponies again?"
>Spike hides behind my leg, mouthing "help"
>Shit.
No Twi, that was me. Just curious is all. Spike told me where to find them.
>Instead of the evil frowns you expected, Twilight giggles at me and Rarity shoots me a glance of what I could only describe as mischief.
>Uncanny how these ponies match our human expressions. I can even read their body language pretty well, although getting used to them putting things in their mouths all the time will take awhile.
(inb4 innuendo, don't worry, there will be little to no clopping in this tale unless it seems appropriate)

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 01:04:00 No.466452 Report

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Bumping for more ( I envy you writefriends).

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Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 02:30:00 No.467981 Report

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>>466452
I'll be writing a little more later. I'm in a fucking campaign meeting right now. I hate being a political flunkie.

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 06:11:00 No.471869 Report

Quoted By: >>472767

...so is this thread dead? Have we picked its bones clean and moved onto another? If we have a link would be sweet.

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 06:59:00 No.472767 Report

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>>471869
Nope, I'm still posting here nightly until we hit autosage. Till then, still alive.

That, or someone tells me to STFU.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 07:18:00 No.473140 Report

Quoted By: >>473525

>>472767
Speak the Fuck up. We want MOAR!

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 07:42:00 No.473525 Report

Quoted By: >>473578

>>473140
Then moar you shall have! I'm writtan moar as we speak.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 07:45:00 No.473578 Report

Quoted By: >>474586

>>473525
YES MASTER!

LVL1Pony !PONYlv/1/k

LVL1Pony !PONYlv/1/k Fri 09 Mar 2012 07:58:00 No.473814 Report

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>Day 503 in Equestria
>You wake up, your head pounding from all the drinking you did with your rainbro last night
>you stretch out on your bed to feel something foreign and new at the bottom
>Rainbro?
>You scratch your head as you try to remember last nights events and why your bro was sleeping at the bottom of your bed.
>As your brain struggles to put one and one together you hear a floor board creek from outside your bedroom
>ohfuck.jpg
>You notice that there is a breeze in your house, the front door was open, you could hear it banging open and closed.
>Your heart pounding you jump out of bed, suddenly you notice your bro is up now and making her way towards the door.
>"Shhhh anon, it's probably fluttershy, I get rid of her"
>Such a fucking bro.
>you give her a thumbs up as she walks outside the door
>Suddenly you hear a blood curdling scream and you see dash pinned to the floor by applejack and fluttershy
>Still in shock you've completely frozen
>you see applejack rip off a large chunk of rainbro's wings with one bite
>Fluttershy has ripped open Rainbros chest cavity and are now plundering her ribs for the meat.
>You hear dash say one thing before she pass' out from the pain
>"A-....Anon...R..Ruuun"
>That's when it fucking hits you
"They're eating her... and then they're going to eat me... OHH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWDDD"

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 08:28:00 No.474381 Report

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>>472767
Alrighty. Let me get a few beers in me to wash the image of Gingrich's face out of my head, then I'll write a little more.

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 08:41:00 No.474586 Report

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>>473578
Say, what's going on in this Newt Gingrich thread?

Unamazing Writefag

Unamazing Writefag Fri 09 Mar 2012 09:14:00 No.475096 Report

Quoted By: >>475129 >>475376

Fuck.

I can't think of anything right now.

No content from me today...

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 09:16:00 No.475129 Report

Quoted By: >>475652

>>475096
Don't worry. The Chronicler shall get stuff out soon. Hitting an impass of how I want the scroll to read. So far, my mind is settling on a treaty, perfect to act as a Rosette's Stone.

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 09:30:00 No.475376 Report

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>>475096
I'm getting mad writer's block too. Dunno where to go with my story or how to get it a little darker again, kinda wrote myself into a happy corner. I'll be putting some thought into something soon.

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 09:32:00 No.475414 Report

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>>475376
Send it into the realm of what humans do best: Crisis management. Some disaster hits Ponyville, and while the Mane 6 try to figure WTF out, you come in and use what you know to help get things back on track.

Just inject humanity into the situation, minus shooting everything and declairing yourself the Master Race. Make the tough calls that are morally gray.

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 09:43:00 No.475598 Report

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>>475414
Damn, man, that's ingenious. Cooking something up right now...

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 09:46:00 No.475652 Report

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>>475129
>And now, we get to my specialty. But trust me, I'm not gonna grimderp all over the place. You'll see soon.

Lyra nearly collided with the door as she scrambled to get it open, pushing it open with her shoulder as she undid the latch at the last second, kicking the door closed with a powerful slam. Her heart was racing, not from the run back home, but from the excitement. She carefully unrolled the scroll, glad to see it still safe. The cracked and dry parchment was stiff, but she had time. Eventually, it came to a wide enough range where she could begin to decode what was there.

All it took was flipping through the book she had gotten from the Library and spotting key words to realize the significance of this document. Multiple times, words such as “Agreement” and “peace” showed up, leading her to predict that, most likely, this was a legal document and perhaps even a treaty. If this was the case, she had hit pay dirt, so to speak. The sheer volumn of information available and diversity of words she would be able to decode meant that she might have a primitive encyclopedia established fairly quickly.

As she began to read in to it, she found something she wasn’t expecting: War. This wasn’t a treaty between two nations to settle trade disputes; it was to end a conflict, one that from the preamble, she inferred left a fowl taste in the mouths of those at the table.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 09:48:00 No.475700 Report

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Alright, time for an epic adventure.

>Pinkie pie is throwing a kickass party for the mane 6 and a half
>The farmhand brings cider
>Ponies drink themselves silly, Pinkie seems unfazed
>The rowdy increases
>Spike get's kind of nervous
>Drunk Twilight starts petting him
>Weirdedout.jpg
>"Spike, your scales are so...beautiful..."
>She's almost crying
>Suddenly Applejack!
>She and Twilight dance
>Fluttershy is passed out with her head in a flower pot
>Rainbow Dash is hugging the fuck outta gummy
>Rarity walks over to Spike
>Asks him if he wants to come over to the boutique
>Spike stares blankly...
>Spike asks dancing Twilight if it's a good idea
>Twilight now very serious looking
>"Do it Spike...Do it for me!"
>Almost tears
>...
>Spike wonders if he'll need therapy later on in life
>They go to the boutique.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 09:54:00 No.475801 Report

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>Wake up in Equestria
>Meet Twilight Sparkle and get bearings
>Explain you would like to return to Earth
>Twilight sets up an audience for you with Celestia
>Ask Celestia to send you back to Earth
>"LOL, what's an Earth?"
>Explain Earth
>"Sorry, Anon, no can do. How about the moon?"
>Go home with Twilight dejected

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 10:21:00 No.476243 Report

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>>475652

“By the edict of Captain Arkadios, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, all hostilities are to end immediately. Following the ending of hostilities, Captain Arkadios is to be provided provisions for continued efforts in the Everfree Forest in the form of nourishment. The Pegasi (Under the command of General Stormcloud) are likewise to refrain from further harassment and to return to previous stations.”

Lyra looked up from her hastily scribbled translation, looking at it with a sort of dim understanding. She had never even heard of violent conflict in the history of the Ponies. As far as she was aware, even at their worst, the Pegasi had only ever used their skills to harrow or drive back foes. To think that, in the past, Ponies had fought and died over something was… Appalling. So much had been accomplished in recent years simply through working to talk and understand one another, reaching compromises. What could these alien beasts have done to cause the Pegasi to respond with violence?

In any event, the sheer fact that the treaty existed was proof that the folly of the fighting was realized, and the two factions went their separate ways, but from the looks of it, not so peacefully however. Reading further to perhaps discover some extra clues, all she found instead was political rigmarole. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, however: As she finished translating the Equestrian side, she took note of some odd script that didn’t quite match up. It was not in the Ponies languages, but instead in the other dialect. Reviewing what she read, and taking the spacing of the paragraphs into account, she proceeded to try and comb through for a copy of this word, but alas, none was found.

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 10:25:00 No.476288 Report

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Alright, I think I've got something.
>>466083
>Afternoon wears down, find myself watching Die Hard movies on newly-charged laptop while the two girls are doing whatever people do when they make clothes.
>Rarity keeps giving an indecipherable look in my direction. These female ponies are as good at befuddling their body language as normal females are.
"How about we call it a night, anon?"
>Twilight gives me a nudge when I don't answer, eyes glued to the laptop screen.
>Fuck yeah Bruce Willis.
Eeyeah, sure. Not much of a seamstress anyway.
"Actually anon, as a male, you would be called a tailor, or seamster. The word is modified based on..."
>Let Twilight ramble off as I talk about how badass '80s action movies are with Spike after waving goodbye to Rarity.
>Passing the Jeep again
>This time there's a gathering of ponies there, mainly pegasi flipping their shit over what they've started calling "The Human Wonder Carriage"
>Oh come on.
>Pinkie Pie seems to be the ringleader, stirring everyone up with tales of music blaring out of the machine, magic buttons and levers, and the roar of a monster when it moved.
>Once again, goddommot Ponkie.
"...and there he is!"
>Pink hoof stabbed in your direction.
>Instant pony mosh.
>Although enjoying being the coolest motherfucker since the Elements of Harmony, I actually just want to go home and have some more me time to think about nebulous, intangible concepts that will probably just drive me to drink.
>Do ponies have alcohol?
>Add that to list.
>Begin wading out of multicolored mass of ponies frantically asking questions about my Wonder Carriage.
"Hey Anon, wait! Didn't you say something about gas making this thing move?"

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 10:27:00 No.476326 Report

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>>476243

With a sudden sense of excitement, she realized an important fact: It had no translation in the Ponies language. This meant that it was entirely unique and, most importantly, was not an object thought, no, it was an object, be it a location or an item. It took the rest of the day proofreading and re-reading both her translation and the original document before it clicked. Multiple times, the document referenced “Seachariot” of some sort. She had to assume this was what that strange word was referencing, perhaps the real name of the object, wherever it was.

Lyra sat back on her haunches, and put a hoof to her chin. She’d have to ply the library some more, but that would be an adventure for later. Maybe she could find references to great strife in their past against outside forces? Maybe it had been Mysticised? Whoever these things, apparently intelligent and capable of reason, did not just vanish from common knowledge as if they never existed for no reason.

There was a gap here, and a large one. She was sure she could find it, but before she made her way to bed, she cast a glance, more by chance than anything, at the pottery piece, and with a gasp, she realized something.

Those figures on the pottery, the tall ones, first offered an apple. Then, they raised those circles of theirs, as if to defend. Finally, they picked up something, a tool made for fighting she expected, and attacked. Last in line were the sitting figures, and with that it all made perfect sense. This pottery was made to commemorate the occasion, to provide a visual clue into what was going on. Soon, Lyra would know what she needed.

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 10:32:00 No.476397 Report

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Eeyup
>Pinkie materializes from behind the truck and holds up two red metal cans triumphantly.
>Pinkie, you wonderful, glorious bitch.
"These don't look like they have gas in 'em, but they look important. All important stuff is painted red!"
Aw hell yeah, it's party time!
>Party.
>Time.
>Pinkie's eyes grow wide and hungry, as if I had just described in detail what a porterhouse steak tastes like to a starving Ethiopian.
Oh, no Pinkie, it's just a...
"It's just Anon saying he'd LOVE to go to one of your famous parties, Pink."
>Twilight gives you an "agree or you sleep outside" look.
Damn right! I can't wait...
>Pinkie back to 120% happy.
>A good deal happier knowing I wasn't stranded anymore, we all head back to the treehouse.
>Fall asleep with dreams of drive-thru windows and interstate highways.

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 10:45:00 No.476617 Report

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>>476397
Fuck! I keep mixing up second and first person occasionally. Apologies, I must learn to proofread. Hard to do when this is all going into the comment window instead of a Word document.

>Wake up, a good bit later this morning, after a pleasant night of sleep, despite the bed being rather pony-sized.
>Downstairs, Twilight making her list again. Don't say anything, Anon.
So, Twi, what do we have in store for today?
"Well actually, being the weekend and all, I was going to be busy categorizing and chronologically cataloging all of the to-do lists I write each day, so one of the girls will have to keep you busy."
>Twilight. I like her, but DAMN am I glad I don't have to sit through this. You don't have to tell me twice to get out of Dodge.
>Spike shoots me a pitiful look, holding a cluster of quills and parchment next to Twilight.
>Head out door, GOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM
>Canterlot guards at door
>GOOOOOOOOOD EVENING VIETNAM
>do a 360, slam door

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 10:46:00 No.476627 Report

Quoted By: >>476789

i really hope you are going to publish the good stories somewhere after this 404's.

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Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 10:52:00 No.476739 Report

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>>476617
"Back so soon, anon?"
>Spike perking up at the thought of me being around to break up the doldrums.
>As if.
I just forgot my backpack. And forgot to go out the window instead of this door.
"The window? Why would you-"
>Twilight interrupted by loud knock.
>Shrug as innocently as a guy with bad 5 o' clock shadow and dirty, 3 day old clothes could.
"Fine, I'll get it."
>Oh look, it's the guards at the door.
"The Princess requests Anon's presence as soon as possible. He is to take his carriage if possible."
>I didn't even do anything this time.
Is there any possibility I could like, NOT go?
"You would dare defy a direct request from our Princess?"
>Sheeet.
Erm, no, no I wouldn't. I was ah, just heading out.
"The Elements of Harmony are to accompany him, Miss Twilight."
>Oh boy, another road trip.

Trailduster

Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 10:55:00 No.476789 Report

Quoted By: >>477188

>>476627
Which ones are the good stories?

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:07:00 No.477009 Report

Quoted By: >>477025 >>477227

>>476326
Priorities are indeed in order, I see! Drive-Thru windows... The most glorious invention yet.

>>476397
As it happened, sleep was impossible. Her mind was too awhirl with questions, and all too often she found herself staring at that annoying piece of parchment, having wormed her way out of bed, unable to get her mind off of it.

What started the fighting? When did the ponies and beasts become violent? Why was the figure on the vase holding his circle up first, then taking the long object up above its head? What had happened that could have caused such an event to be forgotten?

Early morning, with her borrowed book in tow, Lyra stopped by the Library. After some brief pleasantries with Twilight, Lyra got down to business.

“Listen, Twilight. I need a rather… Special, book.” She began. The purple Pony perked up at the request.

“I have a lot of specialized books, what kind are you looking for particularly?” she asked, prancing off to the main table to look over her index.

“Something involving Pony Pre-history.” Lyra said in an admittedly broad manner, “Specifically, around the Everfree.” Best to narrow it down.

Twilight flipped through the pages for a few moments, before settling on something, “I thiiink I might have something that can help.” She responded, smiling wide. Calling out for spike, she asked the Dragon to see if he couldn’t hunt down something, before going through a nearby bookshelf. “Why do you need it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:08:00 No.477025 Report

Quoted By: >>477055

>>477009
Lyra paused, should she come clean? How would others lable her work, this was hardly pleasant history she was diving into here. She would have to gauge Twilights reaction as a measure for how to move about getting more funding, so clean it was.

“Well, I was out in the Everfree, by the old palace,” Lyra began, “Doing some work to figure out the history of the place.”

“That’s all well-known though,” Twilight responded with a frown, “Isn’t stuff like that already written down?”

“Yeah,” responded Lyra hesitantly, “But that wasn’t the focus. The focus was to collect rare specimens from that time period.” Twilight nodded that she was still following, and Lyra decided to level the hammer, “And I found something. Three somethings. And it’s big, Really big.”

Twilight looked over, wide eyed, “What is it?”

Lyra smirked, knowingly, “Ponies have had to contact and, as it seems, fought with another species sometime in our past and, evidently, they look nothing like any of the other intelligent races we know of.”

That got Twilights attention, who hopped down and was about to go off at a mile-a-minuet with the questions Lyra was already stuck on, but thankfully Spike entered at that exact moment, holding the book Twilight had sent him to retrieve. With a smile, deciding to put her questions to the wayside in the bustle of the new development, Lyra uttered a hurried thanks, and made to leave.

“I’ll let you know what I find out!” She called over to Twilight, “Thanks for the book!”

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:09:00 No.477055 Report

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>>477025
A repeat of the earlier day was in order, however this time Lyra was a little more cautious about the door. Slamming open the book, she flipped through its contents, such as the origin of “Harth’s Warming Eve” and various other ancient tales, until she found a rather small entry on the Pegasi.

“According to tradition, the Pegasi Commander of the Guard will leave his helmet at the foot of the Everfree forest as part of resigning.” She read, enthralled, “An unusual act, but one that lies with its roots grounded in the presenting of a gift to parting enemies, so as to aid in the numbing of old wounds. The reason for the location or the importance of it is, thus far, unknown, but it is speculated that the Pegasi won a great victory in the area before most recorded history, and as such present the helmets as a means to further bolster the importance of such an act, even against defeated opponents.”

Lyra sat back once more, her mind realing. No, something was off with this account, very off. The translated treaty specified a giving of supplies to the “Captain Arkadios”, not something the victors would do. However, the spirit of the act, to show humility, was not lost. Lyra was becoming more and more certain that, at some point, the Pegasi bit off more than they could chew, and the resulting battles ended in the defeat of the Pegasi, who then presented their helmets as a form of resignation or honor, fulfilling their traditional gift-giving despite being on the losing end.

The only thing stopping Lyra from going to the Mayor and preparing for the next expedition, was simply that she was at a loss for where to start. Where could she start?

Wait, wasn't Twilight in touch with Celestia? And if she was interested in Lyra's work...

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:12:00 No.477109 Report

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>>477055
She had her next heading. She would inform Twilight of this news, then, hopefully, Twilight would be willing to pull some strings and get Lyra an interview with the current Captain of the Guard. Perhapse a living member of such an ancient order could shed more light on this? It was flimsy, at best, but it beat just asking around randomly and hoping to stumble upon something worthwhile.

>And so ends tonights saga. Next up: Going to bug the Captain for the Pegasi side of the ancient conflict, seeped in age and opinion as it is bound to be.

Chroniclerfag

Chroniclerfag Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:17:00 No.477188 Report

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>>476789
Probably yours, Unamazing's, and Dashie is Best.

I know I'm gonna shave all of Dashie's right now. That shit's a goodun.

Anywho, de-namfaggan for the night. GOOD EVENING VIETNAM!

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Trailduster Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:19:00 No.477227 Report

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>>477009
I am playing a typical American, lol.
>>477109
Looking forward to it. I'm probably gonna dip out early tonight. I have another flight to California early tomorrow.
>Tomorrow's episode: Anon goes back to Canterlot to find out what the fuck he did wrong this time

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:25:00 No.477319 Report

Quoted By: >>477425

>At a party, actually having a good time
>Pinkie Pie hands you a cupcake
>You eat it, it's amazing
>You feel tranquilized
>Fucking pastry was stuffed with drugs
>The world around you fades to black

>You wake up, strapped to a table, in the dark
>ohboyherewego.jpg

>You're not actually strapped to anything so you hop off the table and stand up
>You bang your shin and stub your toe, but you find your way to the stairs
>On the way up, you catch your reflection on something shiny
>a tiny mustache is drawn on your upper lip
Fucking Pinkie Pie

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Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:32:00 No.477425 Report

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>>477319
>mfw possible cupcakes
>mfw it wasnt
oh u

Vestigial Identity

Vestigial Identity Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:36:00 No.477481 Report

Quoted By: >>477528 >>477601 >>477629 >>478218 >>478291

>decide to purchase fluffy pony, as a friend highly recommends them
>head to orphanage, discovering that such places are horrifying
>the squalid conditions, the rampant death, the feces smell...
>you watch as they wash the dried spaghetti, urine, and vomit with a power washer
>when you pulled a sopping wet fluffy pegasi from the five shivering fluffies, you where smitten with the wildly flapping, hug-demanding creature
>her shots up to date, you take her home
>she is ecstatic, trotting around your home in rapturous wonder
>you watch her, bumping the tables, knocking shit off, and making a huge mess
>her exclamations of "Wuv new home!" disarm you, despite the broken coffee cups, glasses, and whatever you have decided to place there.
>you smile as she tires herself out, hopping and squeaking, trying to explore every tier of your home
>she curls up on your bed when she is sufficiently tuckered out

Adorable or guro?

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:39:00 No.477528 Report

Quoted By: >>477885

>>477481
adorable you jackass

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:44:00 No.477601 Report

Quoted By:

>>477481
more.
I demand it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 11:46:00 No.477629 Report

Quoted By:

>>477481
... go on...

Vestigial Identity

Vestigial Identity Fri 09 Mar 2012 12:01:00 No.477885 Report

Quoted By: >>478114 >>478218 >>478291

>>477528
Very well. I enjoy the guro as much as the adorable, so...

>she curled up on you bed
>you very carefully avoided rolling over on her
>when she awakes, she is in a panic, as her mind cannot understand that she was adopted
>you calmly explain her change in scenery, her smile growing with every word
>you HNNNNGH as she aggressively hugs your thigh, howling in her tiny voice "Wuv you new daddy!"
>she babbles quietly as your prepare breakfast, growing more hyper as she realizes the "sowwy stick" isn't around anymore and hugs your leg furiously, her affection growing
>you smile, the pancakes browning
>you take the squirming, wildly joyous creature into your arms, the grinning, cheshire pony that nuzzles into you chest
>fluffy pony loves you unconditionally
>the pancakes burn slightly but you don't care
>your new fluffy pony will love you no matter what you do

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 12:13:00 No.478114 Report

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>>477885
You should post that stuff in >>476376

Vestigial Identity

Vestigial Identity Fri 09 Mar 2012 12:19:00 No.478218 Report

Quoted By: >>478291 >>478330

>>477481
>>477885
>life continues
>your fluffy pony has no idea where you go everyday, but explodes into a frantic wiggling dance whenever your return, hugging your leg
>fluffy pony's love is a constant in your life
>didn't get that raise? fluffy pony still loves you
>coworkers bland assholes? fluffy pony still loves you
>everyday she greets your with a bucking, rapturous dance
>her love is a constant
>despite her pathetic intellect, her love is constant
>when you sit to post on 4chan, she curls in your lamp as constantly nuzzles your belly, a litany of affection on her tiny lips
>she curls in your lap every night

Anonymous

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Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 12:23:00 No.478291 Report

Quoted By: >>478803

>>478218
>>477885
>>477481
all of my HHHHNNNNNNGGHH

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 12:25:00 No.478330 Report

Quoted By: >>478803

>>478218
Do more! It is like vitamins to us.

Vestigial Identity

Vestigial Identity Fri 09 Mar 2012 12:52:00 No.478803 Report

Quoted By: >>481152

>>478330
>>478291
Your encouragement makes me feel sick. I have not felt such support. Seriously, emotional issues stem from such absence,

>she grows older, but her unconditional love and innocence remains fresh and new
>she is no longer as fervent in her boundless love, but attempts to express it in her broken english
>her love is a endless resource
>no matter what happens, her affection warms you
>no matter what storms blacken your heart and make you hate Man, she is a beacon of light, warming your
>eventually she cannot sustain
>even as she dies, a declaration of boundless love is her words
>"Love more fluffy... love all fluffy! Love... love..."
>she dies in your arms, but her missive sticks in your mind
>despite the bleak ending of your fluffy pony, the warmth of your fluffy's final moments propels you
>with her name on your lips, you call for a change in fluffy orphanages, hundreds of others with similar stories, but all the same story
>tales of love slowly choked by disease, sadism, or random tragedy

dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86

dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86 Fri 09 Mar 2012 16:06:00 No.481152 Report

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>>478803
Bumps. I'm happy to see this thread blossoming and some interesting things being written.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 09 Mar 2012 20:24:00 No.483624 Report

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so much win

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