Heart of War: Thread 6- The Master and Commander

>>27637452
>”Oh for the love of- this is going to end badly, isn’t it?”
“Most likely.”
>”Your confidence is an inspiration.”
“Also, seeing as the nobles we’ve imprisoned almost all had tickets, feel free to redistribute them to our officers.”
>”Understood.”
“I can see it now: the theme will be Military Chic, I’ll have to have a new formal uniform made- something befitting of my status as both Field Marshal and Chancellor.”
>”Oh, but Admiral Brairheart will be MAGNIFICANT, after all he has a life time of ‘practice’ looking good for the fleet. If you know what I mean.”
“Ugh, that air head will not upstage me at my own Gala, Lancey. And neither will that brute Red Wave or the ruffian Lightning Offense.”
>The two of you are unable to keep straight faces, and break out into laughter.
>”Lancey? Hahaha. Oh, I needed that.”
>He wipes a tear from his eye as his chuckle starts to die down.
“Really though, go ahead and invite the other Generals and the Admiral, and whatever officers you deem deserving of the break given their history.”
>”I suppose it will be your going away party.”
“Also I want at least three liquor stores worth of alcohol present. I’ve seen how Celestia used to run it, and the guests this year will be in for a surprise.”
>”We’re not going to-“
“Absolutely, hope you’re not too rusty.”
>”I regret this already.”
“That’s the spirit!”
>”I never should have told you to relax.”
“Too bad, now get to work. You’ve got letters to send and a Gala to Plan.”
>”Why didn’t I just retire?”
“Come on RM, you should ‘relax’ a bit.”
>”I could relax if you’d just let me retire!”
“Go on then, walk.”

>>27646007
>He remains seated.
“Just as I thought. Besides, you tried retiring once already and it lasted a week before you came crawling back.”
>You start to make your way out of the meeting room.
“Have fun with the preperations.”
>”Thanks…”
>Stepping out of the room, you run into Captain Thunder.
“Afternoon Thunder.”
>”Sir… your beard.”
“Yes I’ve shaved, astute eyes you’ve got there.”
>”Sorry it’s just-“
“Did you have something for us?”
>”Yes actually. Our flier came back from the Lady of the Admiralty.”
>He offers the letter that he’s got in his hoof.
>Taking it from him, you break the seal and start skimming it.
>Eloquently written, with at least four stealth insults aimed at you.
>But, she’s agreed to parlay.
>If you approach the fort with no more than a dozen ponies, and approach the gate alone.
>Then you’ll be disarmed and sent to meet with her.
>At the end it even says that a response isn’t needed.
>The final line before the signature is rather succinct compared to the rest of the formalities.
>’Come on your own time, but if my scouts see even a single pony over the twelve you’re allotted, shots will be fired.’
>Sounds like a charming mare.
>But, you don’t have much of an option.
>Ideally you’ll set out for the naval fort after the Gala and Starlight’s research has been finished.
>But you’ll wait no more than a week.
>Even if nothing more comes from the studies, you’ll just have to go in blind.
“As you were Major.”
>”Major?”
“Talk to Lancer, I’m sure he’ll enjoy the extra paperwork.”
>”Thank you Sir?”
>He nervously goes into the Meeting Room, and as the door opens you nod to Lancer.

>>27646011
>It’s your plan to have Thunder be a Colonel by the time you leave.
>After a few discussions with Lancer, it’s agreed that he’s to be slowly groomed for command.
>Thunder will be the first of the next generation of leadership.
>But it remains to be seen how he’ll adjust to a larger duty roster.
>He was an exemplary squad leader before being bumped up to an officer, and based on his record in the latest war, you and Lancer are confident he can fill the role with a bit of guidance.
>But he’s still young.
>It’ll be many years before he’s ready to become a general, but he’ll be prepared when that time comes.
>With no more duties to preform today, you headed to your room.
>After kicking off your boots, you settled into your desk.
>You spent the rest of the evening writing.
>There aren’t many ponies you’re that close to, but for that small handful you wrote a letter for each of them.
>A final goodbye to those that might care.
>Most of them went rather quickly.
>All of them in fact.
>Except for one.
>Flurry’s
>You ended up scrapping the entire letter multiple times, and you worked well into the night on it.
>But as it was nearing midnight, you settled on something.
>The truth.
>All of it.
>The ‘letter’ was actually turned out to be a rather sizable scroll, giving her the overview of everything that you never told her.
>Or anyone else for that matter.
>Finally, you ended the message with your goodbye.
>And that in itself would have taken up a normal sheet of paper.
>But with the final message sealed in wax, you set them aside.
>You’d get a proper box to put them all in tomorrow, and inform Lancer that they’re meant to be sent only if you’ve been confirmed killed in action or have been missing for exactly five years.
>But that’s for tomorrow, as it’s late and you’re strained from the goodbyes.

>>27646016
>The following day was rather routine.
>After meeting with Lancer in the morning to take care of meaningless formalities, you delivered the letters to him.
>And made sure that you got his word that they would not be opened until one of your criteria had been met.
>After that, you retreated back to your quarters.
>Your ‘room’ is actually comprised of three.
>the main room that you enter into that has your bed, desk, and drawers and cabinets of normal clothes.
>It also has access to the balcony.
>The second room was the smallest of the three, your bathroom.
>But the final one, taking a right as you enter your quarters, was a large walk in closet almost half as large as the main room.
>Or at least it was, until you remodeled it into more of an armory.
>You did keep a rack of more formal clothes, but the other three walls were covered in weapons and a half dozen armor racks dotted the main floor.
>Looking for something to wear to the Gala, you started looking over the clothes you kept.
>Most of them were military dress uniforms modeled after Napoleonic and Victorian styles.
>You saw your old tuxedo, but you decide against wearing it.
>Eventually something catches your eye.
>After changing into it, you find that it still fits perfectly.
>Probably because it’s still one of the newer pieces, six years old you think.
>As you put it back into place, you take note to wear it for the upcoming Gala.
>After today, it’ll be just three days away.

>>27646020
That's all for tonight, it's almost sunrise and I need sleep.

I'll be back with more tomorrow afternoon or night.

>>27646025
i lose sleep to you

>>27646029
you're not the only one

>>27646693
>>27646693
vey randem and XD

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>>27646025
I think I'm going to cry if you plan on having anon die in the east.

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>>27646766
>XD
End yourself.

>>27652628
>End yourself.
Begin anew.

Writing now, updates soon.
>>27650069
We'll see soon enough

>>27654007
aww yes. Glory glory.

You've touched on a lot of great historical periods of warfare in this green. If you might consider it part of the Victorian era, maybe the US Civil War could get some love? I was listening to Hell on the Wabash during the destruction of Saddle Arabia's army.

Laptop had to update, working now.
>>27654389
I'm in a tough position because I want to give a straight answer, but far off spoilers and all that. From a history semantics standpoint, yes I'd include the US Civil War in the earlier Victorian era, mainly due to advances in ballistics (Breech loaders, revolvers, Gatling gun, etc.) and in terms of naval development (Steam ships and ironclads). That gives it a strange issue with the story, because of Equestria's tech level.

On one hand there are various machines (elevators, lighting, music sound systems, lab equipment, and so on), but aside from pinkies party cannon no firearms have ever been shown (kids show and all that), adding in that the guards all have metal armor of some sort is how I decided on the hodgepodge of technology I've included. With that, anything beyond Napoleonic style warfare is considerably harder to depict because of the tools necessary to carry it out.


I will say that (after the stuff in Canterlot), the rest of the act will be be somewhere between Master and Commander (hence thread edition title) and The Odyssey in terms of what I've got planned thematically.

Have Anon rut Flurry quicky, before its too late!

>>27654514
About time you showed up. Was beginning to worry you wouldn't make it.

>>27654614
Never doubt rutposter(s)

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>>27649219
low quality samefags

>>27646020
>…
>After going over day to day logistics with Lancer, you headed for the Academy.
>Walking across the campus, you could see many students still groggy because it’s Monday.
>A few of them had visible hangovers from the weekend.
>Such is the college life.
>But, you soon passed them and got to the lab.
>As you entered, you only saw Sunburst.
“Where’s Starlight?”
>”Busy schedule today.”
“So, have anything new?”
>”Well I think it’s safe to completely rule out the insects as the culprit you’re looking for.”
>As you approach, you see that he’s staring into the jar of black liquid.
>It’s quite easy to watch it, even though it’s not moving it looks like it’s constantly swirling around.
>You reach out and snap your finger behind his ear.
>”What?”
>He breaks his gaze.
>”Oh, sorry. It’s almost hypnotic.”
“Come on, I’m not paying you to stare at it all day.”
>”Wait, we’re getting paid for this?”
“No.”
>”Well either way, I’m not sure what else there is to do. Starlight and I have run every scientific and magical test imaginable, and then she tired some that weren’t imaginable. Still nothing new.”
“Then find something that gets answers.”
>”Honestly at this point it’s just a waste of my- our time.”
“Right, because I’m sure you have something far better to be doing.”
>”I’m sorry?”
“I’m just saying it wouldn’t be the first time you ducked out of responsibility.”
>”Do… Is there a problem?”
>Seeing as it might be your last chance, might as well air your grievances.
“Yes there is?”
>”I’m doing everything I can here.”

>>27654711
“Yes you are, you always have been.”
>”I take it you don’t particularly like me.”
“You were supposed to be Flurry’s crystal-er, or however you pronounce it. Where I’m from, it’s called being a Godparent, and it’s supposed to mean something. But what did you ever do for her? Not much, and then you ran off to Canterlot to take a posting here.”
>”But Celestia herself offered me the position.”
“That’s not the damn point! You were supposed to be there for Flurry, but when you came here you didn’t so much as send a single letter to her or her parents and never even offered to visit.”
>”I-“
“Quiet!”
>He’s visibly shaking from your size and the tone of voice you’ve taken.
“You’ve already made your bed.”
>”It’s just that… well, I’m not… honestly, well I’m awkward with other ponies.”
“That’s no excuse; you were supposed to be family to her. And we both know she needed one.”
>”I… You’re right. I wasn’t.”
>He looks down toward his hooves and stands in silence for a while.
>In the silence, you look towards the black liquid.
>Next to the jar is a microscope with a petri dish under the scope.
>You walk over to it and take a look.
“What’s this I’m supposed to be looking at?”
>”Oh, that. Well I was seeing how the liquid interacted with living tissue. That’s a pony’s blood sample with it.”
>The two liquids are avoiding each other like oil and water.
“Wait.”

>>27654718
>”What?”
“Pony blood. You said that it’s magical in nature, right?”
>”Yes, but I’m not sure where you’re going.”
“Get another sample of the liquid.”
>He levitates a dropper over to the jar, and takes a bit out of it.
>As he puts a couple drops into another dish, you reach into your pocket.
>Sunburst switches the samples, and you pull out a pocket knife.
>Flipping it open, you grab a small glass tray.
>You prick your thumb with the knife, and let a drop of your blood fall onto the end of the glass.
>Then look into the microscope as you touch your blood sample to the liquid.
“Is it really so simple?”
>”What?”
>You reach over to the jar and tip a bit of it onto your open palm.
>As the liquid impacts your skin, you hear a slight crackle as it dissolves.
>Dissipate might be the precise word.
>The sample that touched your blood did the same thing.
>”That’s…”
“Every living thing here has some form of magic, even if usually only unicorns can use it…”
>”But you come from a world that completely lacks it…”
“That’s why it looked like a bunch of sting before I touched it, that’s what caused it to liquidate…”
>”So your cells are like poison to it…”
“And that means I can kill it.”

More tomorrow
>>27654722
>”Not just that, you’re the only known entity that could.”
“That still doesn’t answer the question. What exactly is ‘it’?”
>”It’s an extremely potent magic; it has to come from somepony or something.”
“So all I need to do is track down whatever is making it.”
>”And all of its magic might just dissipate.”
“Wait wait wait, it was in my brain. Why didn’t it just die there?”
>He moves a hood to his chin as he thinks.
>”What if… The insect was a just a medium?”
“How so?”
>”Well some magic types are exponentially harder to keep going over distance. Whatever casted this kind is possibly thousands of miles away. If they used the insects as a carrier though…”
“Like an extension cord.”
>”And by using them, it was never in direct contact with your cells. Ergo, it was able to try and exert control over you by using the insect as a conduit.”
“Haha, you’re a genius Sunburst!”
>You reach down and pull him into a bear hug.
>”I- I- Thank you? Can’t breathe.”
>You release him from your grasp.
“Go east and kill the source.”
>”I doubt that will be an easy feat.”
“No, but I know it’s doable now.”
>For the first time in months you know how to save Flurry.
>And the other Princesses.
“It makes sense though, it’s been too long sense there’s been some big magical type apocalypse threatening Equestria.”
>”They weren’t THAT common.”
“When I first got here it was at least twice a year.”
>”We had a bad few years…”
>He says while shrugging.
“Now if you’d excuse me, there’s someone I need to inform about this”
>…
“So I just need to get over there and kill whatever’s causing it.”
>Lancer raises and eyebrow.
>”And it’s that simple?”
“Of course not, I’ve still got to traverse dangerous and semi-uncharted waters, then search across one or possible multiple continents to find where it is.”
>”Just another day at the office…”

>>27654726
... been too long sense...

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>>27655658

page 9

>>27656995

Of we go into the wide blue yonder
We drink to those who gave their all of old
Then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold.
A toast to the host of men we boast

>>27654614
>>27654642
Ironically enough, its no longer just me who wants Uncle Anon to rut Flurry deep.

I've seen at least 3 now.

No Page 9 for this greatness!

>>27658103
Ol' ass lying nigga

>>27658103
How do you know there's at least 3?

>>27660163
I guess it could be just one. There's been 3 posts ive seen that wasn't me, thats what I was going on.

>>27660775

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>>27661928

Sorry guys, I had a really long day. I won't be updating tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.

>>27662423
Ok, take it easy bro.

>>27661928

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>>27668590

Bumperino

OH GOD

SUSHI WEDNESDAY IS TAKING ITS REVENGE

Another long day. I'll be writing a bit tonight, but thankfully tomorrow and Saturday have completely cleared up, so I'll have plenty of time to write then.

>>27669979
I've got some work on the next couple scenes, but it still needs to be organized into a cohesive form. I'll get to work on that tomorrow.

>>27670423
good night

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>>27671923
ayy

>>27676373

Hearts of Iron has killed my productivity. Back to writing now, and I'll avoid getting off track tomorrow.

>>27678355
try not to drink too little

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>>27678355
as long as it's fun

>>27681463

>>27672769

page 10

Alright. I'll be writing for about the next five or six hours. I'll content dump once I've got four or five posts ready.

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>>27684865
looking forward to it

>>27684865
i made mac n cheese and drank a lot of booze

>>27686716
That sounds pretty bomb desu senpai.

What you drinking?

>>27686818
Tonight was a couple jars of lemonade 'malt specialty' that tasted kinda like ass but at 30 proof I couldn't argue.

I do favors for the owner of the local import mart that specializes in booze, so I get everything that sits on clearance for too long.

>>27686818
also half a bottle of rogue beer, sriracha flavor

tasted terrible

>>27654726
“I’ve been in worse situations.”
>”We both know that’s a lie.”
“Look at it like this; after it’s is all over I’ll always be able to say that I’ve had worse.”
>”Always the optimist.”
>Your attention is drawn to the door as Major Thunder enters the room with a sack.
“Marshal, General.”
>He walks over to Lancer and places the sack on the table in front of him.
“The last batch of responses about the gala.”
“Thank you Major, why don’t you join us?”
>You notice Thunder pause for a moment with the slightest unsure look on his face.
>But he promptly takes a seat around the table.
>“Now where was I?”
“I think-“
>”Right! Now, I’d guess that your little expedition will make our march back in the Yak Invasion look like a walk in the Palace gardens.”
“That was a long time ago.”
>”This was before your time Thunder. Long story short, command launched a counter offensive against the yaks in winter.”
>”That doesn’t make any sense.”
“How do you think I made general so quickly?”
>”And I followed on your coat tail the entire way.”
>Lancer continues the story.
>”Now, our brave Captain deserted, leaving the surviving fifty men on their own far behind enemy lines. I was a Sergeant, Anon was a Lieutenant and the next in command. And when he takes over he let us rest before heading back south to the front lines.”
“It was a bad plan, I wasn’t about to let fifty men freeze in the snow.”
>”We had got caught in more blizzards than I can remember, the group was over two hundred before attrition kicked in and before the Captain turned tail and ran.”

>>27687070
“What finally made him quit?”
>”In the first skirmish we got in, he nearly got cornered by a few yaks. So he took flight and didn’t stop till he reached the nearest friendly city. For his troubles he got a dishonorable discharge. But, we were still left with no supply line and in enemy territory.”
>“That’s when you discovered the enemy army reforming and triggered an avalanche to bury it. They still tell the story in Basic Training.”
>”Well what they don’t tell you in Basic, is that we’d gone four days without food before that battle. And by the time we got back to our own lines, twenty of the survivors had lost limbs to frostbite. After the Captain deserted a couple of our guys even took a dive off of the cliff sides we were going through, rather than continue going on.”
>”That’s…”
>”I don’t need your pity, boy.”
>Lancer points his hoof at you.
>”That man is the only reason that anypony came back alive. And soon he’ll be going through something that’ll make it look like a picnic on a warm summer day.”
“At least it’ll be warm.”
>Lancer chuckles a few times before speaking once more.
>”That song you had us sing, you told me the meaning of it. What was the last phrase?”
>He then starts (badly) humming Yuki no Shingun.
“Anyway, the intention wasn’t to let us return alive. Give or take”
>”That’s horrible.”
>Thunder adds.
“It’s an incredibly upbeat March about dying in the snow, what would you expect?”
>”Not having a song for the occasion at all.”

>>27687075
I'm going to stop her tonight, because I'd prefer all of the Gala stuff to come out in the same day (Yes I'll be writing for most of the day and updating as it develops).

To give sense of scale, we're 8.5 k words into the act, and depending exactly how things go, the Gala day alone could take up that much on it's own.

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Cheers

>>27686818
Vodka straight from bottle because I am a sophisticated gentleman

>>27687094
So is the current act going to end with anon arriving at the east? If so, will anon be able to officially name it if he returns? Can it be Sacred Germany?

>>27687094
Unf...That sounds great.

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>>27689091

Currently doing fathers day shit. I'll be finishing up in two hours or so.
>>27687292
I'd guess that the current act will end with Anon getting on the boat, then a half act or full act of the voyage.

>>27690210
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>>27690210
>The current act will end with Anon getting on the boat

This makes me more nervous than it should.

>>27690210
A boat you say?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VnLY_iQxGU

>>27690239

>>27690363
I complained about it a couple threads ago.

Suffering is the natural state of a berserk fan.

>>27690931

Fathers day stuff took a bit longer than expected. But now that it and the bastardbowl are over, I'll be writing

>>27687075
>”It is quite the gathering.” Wave says quizzically.
>”So who are we fighting next?” Offense boasts loudly.
>”Hasn’t there been enough already?” Brairheart counters.
>”Never.” Offense says with a wide grin.
>”Well we do have a bit of time to kill.” Lancer quips.
“My thoughts exactly.”
>You reach into your pocket and pull out a deck of cards.
>Then you give a sharp whistle towards the door, and Major Thunder enters.
>Carrying four large sacks of coin.
>Everyone’s next pay checks actually.
>As you begin shuffling the deck, you speak:
“Alright, the game is standard hold ‘em, aces high of course. I’ll be first dealer.”
>”Isn’t this illegal.” Brairheart asks.
>”Of course you’d be the ONE officer in the entire nation to enforce that rule.” Offense jokes.
“Well as Chancellor, I hereby rescind that regulation.”
>”But that takes half of the fun out of it.” Offense states.
>As all of the coin has been doled out, you pat the empty chair to your left.
“Sit down Thunder, you might just learn something.”
>”Sir, I don’t have any-“
>You slide half of your coin over to the empty spot.
“Consider it an order.”
>”Bout time we had some new blood in on these.” Lancer deadpans.
>With everyone seated, you started dealing out the cards.
>Going clockwise the order was Thunder, Offense, Wave, Brairheart, Lancer, and back to you.
>Lancer is a pretty well balanced player.
>Brairheart folds rather easily.
>Offense bets and bluffs too much.
>You still don’t know Wave’s tell, and after you he’s probably the best at poker.
>And Thunder is a wildcard, you haven’t seen him play before.
>Time to clear the table.

>>27692929
>Hours started to drift by, and coin was shifted with each passing round.
>Offense was the first to bust; having went all in against Wave.
>And his bluff was called.
>Next was Lancer, having been whittled down too much.
>Followed closely by Brairheart.
>Leaving Thunder, Wave and yourself as the last remaining players.
>Each of you had a similar sized pot remaining.
>And that didn’t change much after another hour of betting.
>Eventually, you and Wave both went all in.
>With two kings, two aces, and an eight on the table.
>”Four of a kind, kings.”
“Four of a kind, aces.”
>Leaving just you and Thunder.
>Offense and Lancer actually started making bets on which of you would win in the end.
>Lancer, ever a trusted companion, bet against you.
>After a few hands, Thunder went all in.
>On the table was an eight of spades, two of hearts, ten of spades, king of diamonds, and a six of spades.
>You went in as well.
>Thunder laid out his hand.
>”Straight flush.”
>He had the seven and nine of spades.
>You revealed your own hand.
“Two pair, twos and kings.”
>”You… let me win?”
>Offense immediately blurts out:
>”That doesn’t count Lancer!”
“Actually, it does count. If you’d have remembered, each time there’s a new player at the table, I let them win. Lancer simply caught on to it.”
>”But why do you let them win?” Thunder inquires.
“Because it’s not about the money, it’s about the ability to read and understand who you work with. Also, your right wing gets tense when you’re bluffing.”
>”Enjoy your winnings kid; it won’t be so easy next time.” Lancer adds.
“Now, I’ve enjoyed this afternoon, but it’s about time for me to get properly dressed for the evening. If you’d excuse me.”

Things were unexpectedly busy today. I'll do one more post, then I'm heading to bed to regularize my sleep schedule (getting up at two in the afternoon has been killing my productivity). So hopefully I'll be back to writing in the day again.

More tomorrow
>>27693240
>…
>Back in your room you started undressing.
>More importantly, you began running through speech ideas in your head.
>This is the biggest public appearance you’ll have done since taking the capitol, and a bit of spectacle here will be crucial to keep stability.
>And spectacle is why you’ve chosen as you have.
>Stepping into your wardrobe/armory, you approach one of the armor stands.
>Because tonight, you won’t be in uniform.
>Before you was an armor set that you had custom made a few years ago.
>You’d like to think that Caesar himself would have worn something similar.
>Okay, you had it styled off of General Tullius’ armor, but no pony knows that.
>After you tighten the various straps on the gilded steel plate, you settle into the boots and bracers.
>The breeze between your legs is actually quite comfortable.
>You decided to leave your sword behind, seeing as its sheathe would just probably bump into too many objects and people.
>But, you did strap a matching dagger to the side of it.
>After all, you wouldn’t want the people to see you fully disarmed.
>With everything set, you left your room.
>You did decide against donning a laurel wreath, that would be pushing it a bit too far.
>But, you started making your way to the hall where the guests would soon be let in.
>Specifically towards one of the balconies where you would welcome them.
>As you approached, you could hear murmurs from the ponies gathered below.
>As you stepped into view, the guards posted in the hall stood at attention.
>Noticing it, the various officers that were invited followed suit.
>And eyes were on you.
“Friends, Ponies, Countrymen, lend me your ears.”

don't you die on me

i'll die long before you all do, you better not fucking die on me!

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lunch break bump

>>27694016
All the ponies now has to stand in silence and stare at Anon until tomorrow.

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>>27694016
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hBVNRkE07s4

>>27700802

Paranoid bump

>>27696693
I now have a picture in my head of story were the characters in the story continue doing their last action of an update for as long as it takes for the next update to happen. So for example if an update ends with a character holding onto a ledge and the next update happens five days later than that character was actually, in story, hanging on for for five days.

>>27702467
Or if the character is being hunted by monsters in the middle of the woods.

>>27702181

>>27703087

Sorry guys, was out partying with friends yesterday.

I'll be back to writing in a few hours after my hangover dies down a bit more

>>27704836
Prairie oyster

>>27704250

page 9

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>>27704250

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>>27710455
>>27710173
>>27709339
>>27708590
>>27707681
let this tumor die

>>27710466
>namefag
And we're the tumor?

>>27710489
yes you are

>>27710511
>being this much of a fucking degenerate
you're probably a fan of the fandom you faggot.

>>27707040

>>27711539

Fell asleep while writing last night. Give me an hour or so and I'll be writing for probably the rest of the day.

>>27712387
No one gives a shit

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>all those news writefags

>>27712440
Sorry, wrong thread

>>27712131

>>27694016
>You wait until the words finish reverberating throughout the hall.
>With quick scan, you don’t notice Discord in the crowd.
“… Well go on then, drink up and enjoy yourselves. After all, it is a party.”
>Below the crowd is left confused at the lack of a real speech, some applause while most simply stand there.
>But they soon turn attention back to their previous affairs.
>Towards the eastern side of the hall, a small orchestra begins to play.
>They’ll mostly be playing classical styled music, with the odd Prussian-esque military march here and there.
>But they opened with a slower piece, and much of the floor was cleared as couples began to waltz.
>You turned to head to the nearest staircase.
>Many of the rooms adjacent to the hall contained smaller groups of guests, and as you passed them you gave the courtesy response to their greetings.
>But, you continued heading for the designated entrance.
>The soldiers posted there saluted as you passed, and took a look at the guest list.
>Discord didn’t reply saying that he would attend, but you see his signature next to his name.
>”Looking for me?”
>You hear the oh so familiar voice call out from behind you.
>As you turn, you see him about five feet away.
>In a Human form, wearing a dark brown pinstripe suit.
>His tie matches his eyes, yellow and red striped down to his right.
“Human form still doesn’t suit you.”
>”What’s the problem, pilgrim? This Palace ain’t big enough for the two of us?”
“Quit impersonating John Wayne.”
>”It’s amusing that you stocked so much alcohol, but still manage to be an utter buzzkill.”

>>27713698
“Look, we both know what’s about to happen, you can choose the easy way or the hard way.”
>”What are you going to do? Punch m-“
>As he speaks you step forward to deliver a right hook.
>You hear him snap his fingers, but nothing occurs.
>Other than your fist connecting with the left side of his face, sending him to his knees as he recoils from it.
>He spits out on the ground as a bloody tooth leaves his mouth.
>”What?”
>He then rushes back to his feet and begins snapping his fingers.
>Quite vigorously.
>Eventually the gears in his head start turning.
>”Well well, looks like you’ve finally grown a brain.”
>You’ve been waiting almost twenty-six years to properly punch him.
“I figured you were watching and knew that I’d try to stop you from being able to teleport. So, inside of a magic dampening cell, I had a conversation with the strongest unicorns in my service. That dampening field might be more than a bit stronger than you would have expected.”
>”That’s cheating.”
“Call it a house rule.”
>He eyes the exit.
“I wouldn’t try that.”
>Realizing that you’re on a level playing field, he immediately turns and starts running deeper into the Palace.

>>27713705
“You know Discord, this is almost poetic.”
>”You’re an armchair poet now?”
“I’m guessing it was hubris that brought you here.”
>”Ah yes, “Hubris.”
>He turns around and air quotes, then keeps on walking backwards.
>”What could the puny human do to the great and powerful Discord?”
>He turns back around and continues walking normally.
>”If you must know, I came here to tell you everything that I know.”
“A like-“
>”Yes, yes, a likely story. Was it so strange that I helped you before?”
“Yes, it was.”
>By now you’ve reached an empty hallway, one of the stained glass hallways.
>”Still not over the whole ‘pulled you across dimensional barriers into a foreign universe’ thing?”
“You’re the self–confessed spirit of chaos, and a pathological liar.”
>”A bit of reversed gravity never hurt anything.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
>”A bit of reversed gravity never hurt anything.”
“You already said that.”
>”Shut up, it was an aside. You should really start reading the script.”
“I… On second thought, fine.”
>”Just wait till the end, oh you’ll cry.”
“Discord. Back to the point.”
>”Right right right, well honestly there isn’t much else I can say. You’ve pretty much learned everything that I know.
“Why do I find that hard to believe?”
>”Because contrary to popular belief, I am not omnipotent or omniscient.”
“Go on then.”
>”You know how a certain activity happened to bring you here?”
“All too well.”
>”Well you weren’t the first. Back during my initial reign I may, completely accidentally, brought something here that made the eastern lands even more inhospitable.”
“You what!”

Drunken antics coming later tonight. Sorry about the last few days, I've gotten my shit together now.
>>27713711
>”And after it assimilated everything in a hundred mile radius, I vowed never to go trans-dimensional golfing ever again. But it’s just so fun, and a thousand or so years later, you got dragged here too.”
“So that’s why you feel responsible. It has nothing to do with me, it never has; you just want your mess cleaned up.”
>”Oh don’t look at me like that, it changes nothing. So what if it happens to sweep away a proverbial skeleton in the closet?”
“And that’s really all you know.”
>”Scouts honor.”
>He crosses his eyes, forms a strange pouty grin, and salutes with his first two fingers.
>”Besides, you’re right in thinking that if you deal with the source then little Flurry will be freed.”
>You reach out and deliver another right hook, causing him to recoil away.
>”Is it all out of your system yet.”
“You’re pathetic.”
>”Sticks and stones.”
“So why didn’t you just deal with it yourself?”
>”I was going to, but a pair of certain Princesses decided to turn me into stone. Now it’s too strong.”
“Really? It’s too strong for you?”
>”It uses extra-dimensional magic that is stronger than almost anything I’ve seen in this world. And it’s had over a thousand years to build up its power. So yes, it’s too strong. Thankfully I know my own extra-dimensional being that is immune to magic...”
“Bastard.”
>”Language!”
“Bite me.”
>He pauses as if he’s actually considering it.
>”So, now that the shark has been jumped, can I go?”
“Just… go on.”
>You’ve just about had enough of all of this.
>”Oh, and would you mind turning down the dampening field?”
“And why should I?”
>”Party tricks of course!”
“You have a lot of nerve, you know that?”
>”Pretty please with sugar on top?”
“You know what? Fine! Just get out of my face.”
>You need a drink.
>Or maybe a dozen.

>>27713711
>”Just wait till the end, oh you’ll cry.”
possible precursor?

>mfw I've been following this green for so long now that my autism will force me to cry when it comes to an end

>>27713491

>>27714811

>>27714028
Same

>>27713724
>…
>You down another shot.
>This is just great.
>On top of every single thing that’s been happening over the past months, you’re just a cosmic plaything.
>Honestly you let Discord off pretty easily.
>But at this point you just don’t care.
“Yes Lancer, I’m leaving tomorrow.”
>You’re currently sitting next to your friend at one of the bars you’ve had set up.
>”At this rate the only thing you’ll be doing tomorrow is having a hangover.”
“I know my limit.”
>”Never heard that one before…”
>He stays silent after that as you wave over for a beer.
>Taking a sip of it, you start looking over the crowd.
>Discord has hijacked the piano and is leading a show tune.
>Over on the far wall, you see that some of your men have set up a dart board.
>Wave and Offense are currently going against each other.
>And it seems they’ve substituted darts with throwing knives.
>Wave casually scores three bull’s-eyes before walking away.
>Of all the ponies that have ever been on your side, he is the only one that’s even come close to scaring you.
>It’s like Joseph Stalin met Roose Bolton.

More coming as it's written.

Also, those numbers
>>27716699
>One of the other bars has been taken over by a group of ponies that you haven’t seen for over two decades.
>Twilight’s old friends are catching up.
>If memory serves correctly, most of them went their own ways.
>Applejack fully took over the farm after her grandmother passed.
>Rarity has a rather successful brand and is occupied by CEO work.
>Rainbow Dash is the captain of the Wonderbolts, rumor is that she’s grooming a replacement.
>Pinkie and Fluttershy do… something, you’re not actually sure what, but they stayed in their home town.
>Spike the dragon has grown a bit and spends most of his time with his own people; he’s probably the reason why there hasn’t been an actual war with the dragons.
>Starlight of course heads up the Magical Practice department in the Royal Academy.
>The trio of younger ones have stayed together, and have grown quite a bit since you last saw them.
>You were never particularly close to any of them, Starlight was the only one that you didn’t only see in passing.
>Moving your eyes once again, you see a group of officers flirting shamelessly with some of the female guests.
>Over more, you see Brairheart and Thunder talking, probably sharing war stories.
>Next to Thunder is his wife, looks like a few of the officers got some plus one tickets.
>”Come on then.”
>Lancer tells you as he starts to stand.
“What?”
>”You told me to get ready, and if we’re doing it, it’s happening while you can still form a cohesive sentence.”
“Right. Is there a bar there?”
>”Everything is set up just like that celebration back when we took the capitol in the First Coast War.”
“Excellent.”
>You stand up from the bar stool, grab you beer and start following him to a different room.

>>27716703
>Down the hallway is another decent sized room.
>Maybe thirty by fifty feet.
>At the far end of the room, some DJ is set up blasting the bass.
>A lot of bass.
>On the western wall is another impromptu bar.
>There are a few chairs and couches set up, and in an open area on the east side is an eight by three table.
>At the end of one side, a soldier embraces another then goes to boast.
>”Come on, five games undefeated! Who’s next?”
“Right here.”
>You wave over to the ponies as you and Lancer take up a position on the (now) empty side.
>”No offense Sir, but aren’t you two a bit old for this?”
>That’s adorable.
“Who you calling old?”
>Lancer then speaks:
>”Hey, we’ll always spring to the occasion to put a pair of cocky ‘youngsters’ in their place.”
>One of them comes back with refreshed cups, and slides yours over to you.
>”Heh, you’re funeral. But we won’t go easy just because of rank.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
>The other one speaks up:
>”But, I think we’ll give you first go. Think of it as our handicap.”
>Their funeral.
>They toss a pair of ping pong balls over.
>You take a swig of your beer before setting it out of the way and glancing over to Lancer.
“No mercy?”
>”No mercy.”
>Let the Beer Pong begin.
>You take the first toss, landing in the back left corner cup.
>Lancer tosses his own in the back right.
“If I’ve got my rules right, we get those back.”
>The soldiers toss the balls back at you.
>”Beginners luck.”
>You and Lancer proceed to clear their side of the table in a shutout victory.
“Who do you think introduced this game, boy? Now be a good loser and fetch me a bottle of Vodka.”

>>27716859
>Lancer then speaks to you.
>”Looks like we’ve still got it.”
“I think we can go easy in the next few rounds.”
>”Wouldn’t want to scare away the competition.”
“HEY!”
>You yell to the room.
“Someone get Wave and Offense in here; tell them that it’s time for the rematch.”
>They’re the only team to win against you and Lancer consistently.
>But at the end of every night you’ve done this, you end up tied for total wins against the other.
>You look back to Lancer.
“We’re putting them in their place before I go.”
>”With pleasure.”
>…
“Son of a…”
>”Don’t worry; we’ll get them after they beat their next pair.”
“If we don’t, I’m busting you back to Private.”
>”You don’t mean that.”
“Look at how much is gone from this bottle, does it look like I don’t mean it!”
>You and Lancer are sitting on a nearby couch as Wave and Offense let a few other pairs of competitors try their hoof at beating them.
>The room’s total population has about doubled since word has spread that the Leaders are going against one another.
“You know Lancer; I’m sure that no matter what happens, my legacy amongst college students is sealed.”
>”It’s become quite popular ever since you invented it.”
“I didn’t invent it, I just brought it here.”
>”Right.”
“And history will remember how I reduced one of the Galas to a glorified Frat party.”
>”Cheers.”
>You clink your bottle to his mug of beer.
“Cheers.”

>>27716868
>…
>With three more games against Lancer and Wave, you’ve won two and lost two.
>And now they’re saying about how they’re ‘done for the night’.
“Cowards! Yeah that’s right, run back to the main hall!”
>You yell at them as they flee the room.
>”Actually, I think I’m done for the night as well.”
“Et tu, Brute?”
>”I promised Brairheart that I’d meet his wife.”
“Well go on Lancer.”
>You look over at a clock on the wall.
>It’s not even ten yet.
>You begin to head back for the main hall, making sure to bring your bottle along.
>As you pass back into the main hall, noting major has changed.
>Although Discord and Pinke are both atop one of the chandeliers, singing a duet of some kind.
>Your heavily buzzed mind doesn’t pay it much attention.
>You start heading over to Thunder and his wife, who are just sitting at a table after having danced together.
>”Sir.”
“At ease, it’s a party.”
>You pull out a chair and sit.
“You know Winter, Anon is a great name for a child, boy or girl.”
>”I’ll… keep it in mind.”
“I’m joking. So how’s the pregnancy going?”
>“Alright all things considered. I’m still working; it has only been a couple months.”
“Also for what it’s worth I’m sorry to have taken Thunder away from you so much.”
>”I’m used to it; it’s a military family after all.”
“Right, send my regards to your father.”
>”Will do.”

Smaller post because of character limit
>>27717049
“Seriously though, Anon.”
>She laughs.
>”It is better than what Thunder came up with.”
>”I’m sitting right here.”
“Shush, the adults are having a conversation. What was his idea?”
>”Purple Rain.”
“Hahaha, never took you for a Prince fan, Thunder.”
>”Who?”
>Thunder asks.
“Never you mind. So Winter, was it that much of a hassle for you to come down here for the Gala?”
>”Not really, honestly I just took a pair of sick days. Nopony knows I’m actually just down here.”
“You’ll get in trouble that way.”
>”Who hasn’t faked a sick day or two?”
“Well I’m sure they’d be utterly lost without you.”
>Your then cut off as a chandelier comes crashing down.
“DISCORD!”

Post-Blackout scene coming tomorrow
>>27717057
>You leave the table to approach the wreckage.
>At least no one was hit by it.
>As Discord wipes dust and shards of glass off of his suit, he immediately points to Pinkie.
>”She did it.”
>”Nuh uh, he did.”
>You reach up with your free hand and squeeze the bridge of your nose.
“Just... fix it.”
>You did tell the guards to lower the dampening field.
>Right?
>Looking back up, you see Discord snap his fingers, prompting an unrelated chandelier to start falling.
>Thankfully, you see it encompassed by Starlight’s magical aura before it impacts the orchestra.
“Fix. Now.”
>Discord works his magic, and both of the chandeliers are repaired and put back into place.
>”Oh, while I have you…”
“What do you want?”
>”I got you a present!”
>Discord reaches behind his back and starts pulling something out.
>”It’s an oldie, but a goodie.”
>He procures a golden scepter; the top of it is adorned with a bust of your face.
>And it has the most obnoxious grin.
“I hate you, you know that.”
>”I just KNEW that you’d love it!”
>You then mutter under your breath.
“Why didn’t I kill you when I could have?”
>”You’re a bit preoccupied right now, so I’ll just leave it with a guard when the night is over.”
“I mean, I had him. Right there. And I didn’t just get it done with.”
>”Now if you’d excuse me, the other room could use a bit of my magic.”
>Discord turns and starts walking.
>”Oh Fluttershy, I’ve got a game to teach you.”
“It would have been so simple… it’s not too late, is it?”
>You know what…
>You don’t want to remember the rest of the night.
>Bringing your bottle up to your mouth, you down a copious amount of alcohol.
>What could possibly go wrong?

>>27717151
And now I join anon as such that I also am in his alcoholic haze of rememberance.

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I had a long day, and am actually pretty tired. Nothing tonight, but I'll be sure to get something out in the day tomorrow.

>>27724601
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I'll be sitting down to write in a couple hours

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>Trips replying to dubs
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>>27717151
>…
>God, your head.
>You distinctly remember drunkenly singing Fredericus Rex.
>You may have confiscated one of the violinist’s bows and used it as an impromptu swagger stick during the song.
>And there was Starlight… in a broom closet.
>Afterwards you drank more of, well, everything.
>Your memory is blank after that.
>At least you’re in your bed.
>Naked, but there’s worse places to wake up naked after being drunk.
>And you’re not covered in vomit, so that’s a plus.
>As you start to get out of your bed, you notice pieces of your armor thrown around the room.
>After a nice and long cold shower, you start to get dressed.
>But then you notice something on your desk’s mirror.
>It’s written in lipstick.
>[Thanks for the night]
>[-The C.M.C.]
>Each of those letters are drawn in a different shade of lipstick.
>And under each of them is a heart drawn in the matching shade.
>Oh God.
>Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much…
>…
>”And that about finishes the costs in property damage.”
“Better than I feared, worse than I hoped.”
>”But there are quite a few rumors going around about yo-.”
“That’ll be all Lancer.”
>”If you say so.”
>He knows not to press that any further.
>”Then I suppose that would bring us to your departure.”
“I’ve already packed a few days ago; I’ll be taking a dozen pegasi with me.”
>”Just pegasi?”
“If things don’t go according to plan, they’ll scatter and get word back to you. If that happens, I expect a siege within the month.”
>”Understood, I’ll have of my officers ready.”
“But, if I can negotiate access, I’ll be sailing immediately.”
>”Sir?”
“You heard me.”
>”I… understood.”
“There’s nothing more to say Lancer.”
>”Just… Good luck.
“Keep the nation safe.”
>”I will.”
>You push out from your chair and walk over to his seat, then place your hand on his shoulder.
“Goodbye, old friend.”
>”If you die out there, I’m retiring.”

>>27732872
“Never going to happen.”
>”You dying or me retiring?”
>You give a slight grin to Lancer before you turn and start walking to the door.
>As you open it, his voice calls out after you.
>”Sir.”
>You turn back to face him.
>He’s standing, and gives a salute.
>”It’s been an honor.”
>You return the salute.
“The honor was mine.”
>And so you left the meeting room for, perhaps, the final time.
>…
>You made one last trip to your quarters.
>Once inside, you went for your lockbox.
>After spinning the combination open, you looked inside of it.
>You let the picture be, but grabbed the other item and slipped it into your left shirt pocket.
>And then went to meet your men.
>…
>In the Palace gardens you found your chariot ready to take flight.
>Inside of it was your luggage- a single backpack with the necessary equipment to survive off of the land.
>Your sword was strapped to your belt.
>And you were wearing a simple set of olive fatigues, and the sturdiest boots you owned.
>Stepping onto the chariot, you took one last look at the Palace.
“I’m gonna save you kiddo.”
>You whisper to yourself before addressing your men.
“Alright, you know the flight path. Move!”
>The distance you’ll be covering won’t be that great, but because you’re departing in the afternoon, the men will need to rest when night falls.
>But after that it should only be another hour or so before the target appears on the horizon.
>Nothing to do but wait.

>>27732875
>…
>You awoke the next morning; thankfully yesterday’s hangover has passed.
>Just out of your path was a small military outpost used as a training camp, so you had your course adjusted to rest there.
>Your fliers deserved proper beds after flying for so long.
>But as soon as food was in their bellies, it was back to the voyage.
>…
>Strong winds delayed your trip, but at noon you arrived.
>Your men set down on a small hill overlooking the destination from the south.
>As you got off of the chariot, your men started getting out of their rigging.
“Lieutenant, if I’m not back by nightfall then carry out your orders and return to General Lancer.”
>”Yes Sir.”
>You left your backpack behind, and stepped forwards to take a look at the complex below.
>Fort Shipbreaker.

>>27732883
>A state of the art star fortress built on the coast.
>Although the term ‘fort’ doesn’t do it justice.
>Three quarters of the walls are built on the land, and sturdy enough to withstand any know artillery that could be brought upon it.
>Inside the walls is a shipyard, and you count a dozen ships of various builds docked inside of it.
>The rest of their fleet is anchored outside of the walls.
>Towards the coast, the walls stop.
>But a tower of sorts is built where the next corner of the fort would be if it was fully on land.
>The tower in itself is built in the same style as the walls, but almost twice as reinforced.
>Built to withstand broadsides from any armada that would attempt to take the Fort.
>One each side of the tower, a large chain can be raised to deny access to the dockyard inside.
>Both of the chains are currently down, but could be raised at a moment’s notice.
>It is the single largest non-city based fortification built in Equestria’s history.
>And you had a hand in the specifications.
>All you can do is hope that the negotiations go well, because the few thousand men inside could withstand everything that the nation could throw at it.
>And you mean everything.

>>27732889
>So, you started walking down the hillside.
>Alone.
>As you reached the bottom of the hill, you could see countless ponies scrambling on the walls.
>There are no less than two dozen cannons that have a clear line of fire on you.
>And they were all trained for you.
>As you started up the glacis towards the main gate, the doors started opening.
>”Halt.”
>They stop you about ten feet before entering the Fort.
>”We’ve been ordered to have you disarm before being allowed entry.”
>The Lady of the Admiralty did include that in her letter.
“I know her terms.”
>You start unhooking your sword from your belt.
>An earth pony is sent to take it from you
>Then you unhook your dagger.
>Remove the two brass knuckles you’ve got in your pockets.
>Take out the throwing knife you keep in your right boot.
>And the one kept in your left.
>As the pony struggles to keep them in his grasp, you quip:
“That’s it. And I expect them undamaged.”
>You hear one of the ponies beyond the gate whistle, and another pony comes over to pat you down.
>”He’s clean.”
>”Then he may proceed.”
>Based on the booming baritone, you assume that one to be an officer.
>As you start forward, the voice continues:
>”I am Commander Port, and I will be escorting you to our Lady.”
>Port is wearing a bright red naval uniform, similarly built to those that the Napoleonic era British forces wore.
>A few other men are wearing similar uniforms, but most aren’t wearing anything.
>You suppose there’s no sense in being uniformed when just waiting for an attack.
>He whistles once again, and a few dozen men surround you, weapons pointed.
“Am I a guest or a prisoner?”
>”That isn’t for me to decide, but given your reputation the armed escort seems a bit small.”
“Fair enough. Take me to your leader.”
>You can cross that cliché off of your list.

And this is it for the night.
>>27732900
>Commander Port turns, and you start following him.
“So what’s your exact duty?”
>”I am currently an advisor to the Lady of the Admiralty. Otherwise I captain the HMS Hoof-Hearted.”
>A slight chuckle escapes you.
>”Is there a problem?”
“We have a ship called the ‘Hoof-Hearted’?”
>”And she’s a fine Man-o-War.”
“Say it out loud.”
>”Hoof-Hearted. Yes, doesn’t the name just embody the esprit de corps of this fine Nation?”
>It was almost comically lost on him.
“Sure.”
>”Through here.”
>The buildings within the walls, although not built to withstand direct fire, are almost all made of stone and could probably hold against the odd shell that went over the walls.
>He enters one of the buildings closer to the waterfront, and you follow behind.
>Your escort follows suit behind you.
>Even inside the building, the strong sent of saltwater is ever present.
>Port leads you up two flights of stairs, then to the far end of the hallway.
>He opens the door, revealing an empty office.
>The office is decorated with both Equestrian and Naval décor.
>Port approaches the chair in front of the desk at the center of the room.
>”Sit.”
>You oblige, but soon a pair of ponies flank you on either side.
“Handcuffs, really?”
>Port answers.
>”A simple security precaution.”
>A door opens on the far end of the room, and a female voice calls out:
>”That won’t be necessary, Commander.”
>The ponies with cuffs back away, and Port salutes.
>The Lady of the Admiralty continues talking:
>”After all, we can be civil, cant we?”
“Hello Lady Tiara.”

>>27732872
>The C.M.C.
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>>27732909
>tiara

how did that bitch become leader of the navy?

>>27735058
A commanding presence?

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>>27732872
Starlight and the CMC?
How naughty

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>>27738918

Alright, I'm completely exhausted. I'll be writing for a bit, but I doubt I'll get enough done for an update. I'll be working more tomorrow, but until then I'll be up for an hour or so to answer any questions.

>>27739857
My browser updated and I lost my trip, sorry

>>27739860
>updating your browser
i bet you use chrome

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>>27740124
>not using chrome

>>27739857
Why didn't anon invite his side pony to the Gala?

>>27740321
singular focus on the east after learning more, the only one he actually was thinking of was discord to get more intel.
>>27740124
updated automatically, forgot I had it set to do that.
>>27740298
I use firefox
I slightly prefer it's set up and interface

>>27740298
>Not using Firefox

>>27740398
>not using waterfox

and the long night of pizza, beer, wings, whiskey, and pepsi comes to a close

time to

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>>27747247

Having some writers block, I'll take another crack at the scene I'm working on tomorrow.

>>27748639
try not to kill me

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>>27754489

starting to write now. Updates in an hour or two

>>27756682
Cool stuff lad

Sorry people, but I've been awake for around forty hours now aside from an hour long nap. I'm at another point where I've got various bits ready to go, but still need to properly organize them into cohesive posts. I'm barely staying awake as is, so I'll pick up in the afternoon.

I know I've been posting less frequently, I should be getting back into a normal updating pattern tomorrow, and as long as the act is finished within the thread (8k more words, shouldn't be a problem) it won't fall that far behind in the grand scheme of things.

So what exactly is this thread about? Needs a better prompt, but other than that, I might be willing to write.

>>27757181
You can always just write uncle Anon rutting Flurry. It will cure writers block!

>>27757185
This thread was originally for creating stories around the vague premise of an adult Flurry Heart and Anon going to the war room for whatever reason.

>>27757247
I love you as a person.

>>27757181
IT BEGINS

Such is the lifecycle of a writefag.

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>>27763915

I've been puking for most of the day and haven't got much work done. My gut is finally starting to get settled, so I'll have a update dump coming tomorrow as i can put the finishing touches on what I've got

>>27765338
You just heal, thing. I, for one, am willing to wait since no other writefag seems to FUCKING WRITE AN ENTIRE GREEN anymore, and not only do you have this thing planned for the most part, you have a steady stream of updates. So you do what you gotta do man. I will wait, because you're doing god's work, man.

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>>27769264
AYO HOL UP

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>>27771194

I'll be back to writing in an hour or two.

>>27772174
Nice

>>27772174
I want your green all over me.

So I may have forgotten to save my progress before pulling the flashdrive that I save my greentext to. And I may have lost the majority of what I worked on the past couple days. So I may be working off my memory as best I can to rebuild it.
I know that I'm an idiot

>>27773377
holy fuck, those numbers.

My idiocy is confirmed

>>27773386
>>27773377
>IT BEGINS

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>>27773377
why does this type of shit always happens to writefags I follow

>>27773377
Always save your shit every hour m8. Make it a habit and shit like this will be a thing of the past. It will reduce the damage significantly.

>>27773544
because it happens to all of them

>>27773377
>>27773386
called it yesterday but refrained from posting because i didn't want to look like an asshole

i knew because that's what I would have said

>>27773544
forgive me for I have sinned.
>>27773672
Usually I do, but with active greentext I usually post as I write, so if there's a failure I can just copy/paste it back onto my document, and that made me fall out of impulse saving.

It's a shit reason/justification, I know.

>>27773877
google drive/docs from here on out

>>27732909
>She starts walking into the room.
>Her attire is standard red dress uniform for an officer in the Equestrian navy, but has obviously been custom-tailored for more pomp and circumstance.
>And she’s wearing enough medals on her chest to make Brezhnev jealous.
>”Leave us.”
>On her command, you hear your armed escort start to filter out of the room.
>”Not you Port.”
>”Ma’am.”
>Walking over to the desk, the chair on her side is pulled out as it lights up with her magical aura.
>”Let’s get straight to business. Why are you here?”
>Charming.
>She sits down at the desk, placing her forelegs atop it and placing her hooves together as she leans forward.
“Well it all started because about twenty-six years ago, a reality warping demigod decided to go trans-dimensional golfing.”
>A swift hoof strike connects with the back of your head.
>You probably deserved that.
>”At ease Port.”
>Where’d she find him?
“In truth, I need a boat.”
>She laughs a couple times.
>”And why would I help a traitor? I’m sorry, it should be: why should I help THE traitor?”
“Well seeing as the entire nation has accepted the regime change with almost no voices speaking against it, wouldn’t that make you the traitor?”
>Her head is lowered slightly as she stares you down.
“What are you going to do, have him hit me again?”

>>27774272
>”Like I said, we can be civil. But the fact is that you’ve broken everything that the entire military has stood for.”
“I swore my oaths to the nation, to Equestria. Not to Celestia.”
>”Well in the ROYAL navy, we have sworn those oaths.”
“But when it comes down to it, you have no choice, not really. You’re a few ships and a couple thousand men against the entire nation.
>”Ha, you can do better than that. Give me a real reason to surrender.”
“Then you might want to get comfortable, because it’s quite the story.”
>So you told her.
>Everything.
>About Celestia and the other Princesses.
>About the bugs and the black liquid/magic.
>About the East.
>About Discord.
>That if you can’t take your voyage, there might not be an Equestria for much longer.
>…
>Port closes the sliding iron cell door and locks you in.
>He’s wearing a stoic look, but you have the distinct feeling that he enjoyed it.
>But he then turned, and left the cellblock.
>Lancer better not kill you when he shells the fort.

(This one was just over character limit)
>>27774281
>”Cheer up Anon, you know what they say.”
>The disembodied voice soon takes shape as Discords pops into being on the cell’s bench.
>”Some things in life are bad; they can really make you mad. Other things just make you swear and curse.”
“Really?”
>”When you’re chewing on life’s gristle, don’t grumble- give a whistle, and this’ll help things turn out for the best.”
“Go on then, bust me out.”
>”Well that would be too easy.”
>At least it stopped him from singing.
“Do you exist solely to irritate me?”
>”It’s just so fun.”
“And after decades it hasn’t gotten boring?”
>”Not really.”
>You let out a sigh as you walk over to the cell wall.
>Then place your back to it and slide to the ground.
>”So cellmate, what are we going to pass time, I suggest we sing.”
>You place your head into your hands as you prepare for the wait.
>”Always look on the bright side of life.”
>It’s going to be a long siege.

Alright, I'll be getting back to writing early tomorrow afternoon.
>>27774767
>…
“But I should have won.”
>Lancer tips the king piece over.
>”Yes, you should have. But you didn’t catch that I used four illegal moves.”
“You cheated?”
>”An enemy on the actual field would.”
“So it was a test.”
>”Something like that.”
>Lancer begins setting the chess board again,
>”Look son, you know that we’re grooming you for something greater. Something’s might seem esoteric, but some day you’ll thank me.”
>General Lancer has been referring to you as ‘son’ rather often today.
>Probably to imply that he’s still a superior, but is trying to be less formal.
>With the board set, he starts by moving up his king’s pawn by two squares.
>Reaching forward you grab your queen, use it to tip his king, the place it in the now-empty square.
“Never said we had to use legal moves.”
>”I thought it was implied.”
“Well the king is gone, you’ve already lost.”
>You see a slight smirk form on his face.
>”Maybe there’s hope for you yet. Now follow me.”
“Where are we going?”
>”You’ll see in due time.”

fuuuck dude so little content so much time

gonna need to drown

>>27773802
My word of advice to any writefags is that it takes less time to save every few minutes than it does to rewrite the entire update because you didn't.

>>27775181
My word of advice is to just come clean and say "I didn't do anything" than lie about losing it. It's exactly what I would have done (and of course have done in different circumstances in the past) and it's the oldest excuse in the book.

If you really did lose tons of progress then I'm sorry, but you gotta understand that I'm a skeptical asshoole.

>>27769930
SO YOU BE SAYIN

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>>27775212
>I'm cynical
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CY0Qjx5K53o

>>27775212
Saturday I was out of the house hanging out with friends, sunday and monday had a bit of that, but I still put in a bit of an effort before bed. After that, as I've said before, I had a bad week. I cant prove it one way or the other, so believe what you will. Because either way, today I'll be making up for the lost time.

Updates coming soon, when I've got something substantial to post I will.

>>27779050
SKEPTICAL, not cynical.

>>27775631
THAT WE

>>27775181
My advice is to just write Flurrys rutting. She wants hot pseudo-incest uncle Anon penis and your all leaving her suffering.

>>27780902
Because you forgot the apostrophe in Flurry's I now have an image in my head of twin Flurrys having lesbian horse sex

>>27780244
WUZ

Anon's old man boner

Still workign on an update dump, have this in the meantime.
>>27774777
>Lancer begins leading you through the hallways of the Palace.
>”Anon once told me: If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. Tell me, do you know yourself?”
“Sure, I know myself.”
>”No, think about it. Do you KNOW yourself?”
“I…”
>”That pause is all I needed.”
>You’re not quite sure what he’s getting at.
>”Do you believe in no-win scenarios?”
“Given what the Marshal has achieved, no.”
>”But?”
“But what?”
>”Just something to think on…”
>You really have no idea at what he’s leading on.
>But you would guess that he’s trying to get you to look at your preconception in a new way.
>”But remember, every battle- every choice has its consequences. And those consequences could have amazing or dire ramifications eventually.”
“Okay.”
>”I tell him something profound, and he replies: ‘okay’. Kids these days…”
“I just-“
>”Hold on a second.”
>He’s led you towards his personal quarters in the Palace.
>”I need to change out of dress uniform, wait here.”
“Sir.”
>With that he enters the room.
>Leaving you to wait.
>Did you just hear glass break inside of his room?

>>27782607
KAAAANNGGZZZZ AN SHIIIEEEET SENPAI

>>27783736
>Probably just your imagination.
>But that train of thought crashes as you hear the distinct sound of furniture being shattered.
>Rushing into the room, you see the General leaning against a wall, holding a hoof to his right shoulder.
>Trying to stop an immense rush of blood.
>You can see a pegasi flying away from his balcony, with what looks to be a bloody knife in his hoof.
>”What are you standing there for?”
>Lancer pauses to cough up blood.
>”After him!”
“But Sir-“
>”Don’t but Sir me, you’re wasting time! It’ll take more than a scratch to kill me.”
“You’re hurt pretty badly.”
>”It’s fine, get him and bring him back for questioning you Idiot!”
>You nod before taking flight after the fleeing pegasi.
>He’s currently heading east, and as he reaches the cliff side, goes into a nose dive.
>Flying low, just over the gardens’ tree line, you do similarly.
>He has a few hundred feet on you, so you tuck in your wings, going fully into a free-fall.
>As he was still using his wings to slow his descent, you started gaining on him.
>But you notice him look back, noticing you giving chase.
>Reaching terminal velocity, you were mere yards away from the attacker.
>Then he banks hard to the right.
>Leaving you rapidly drawing closer to the ground below.
>The immediate rush of air severely strains your wings as you attempt to crash straight into the ground.
>However just feet from reaching the dirt, you manage to pull up.
>And then start heading back towards the pegasi.
>He’s heading north, and tightly hugging the cliff- his dark brown coat making it difficult for you to track him.
>So you adjusted course closer to the cliff, so that his outline was against blue sky in the distance.
>He’s a considerably slower flier than you are, but having to dodge rocky outcroppings is limiting your speed.

>>27784341
>As you press forward, you start flying higher to level out with the fleeing pegasi.
>Now that you are on the same flight path as he is, you can finally start gaining on him.
>Assuming that he is flying full out, you just need to wait for his wings to tire out.
>It’s hard to gauge, but you do think that he is somewhat slowing.
>Again the distance is nearly closed, but then you see his head turn back once more.
>Taking the knife in his hoof, he throws it backwards, under his body, at you.
>You try to move away from the path you’ve been taking, but the blade slices a shallow cut just under your left wing.
>If it were any higher, you would have been sent plummeting.
>It might just be the adrenaline, but you think the cut is almost entirely superficial.
>Either way it’s time to end this.
>Flying forwards, you take up a position next to the pegasi, and attempt to push him into the cliff.
>It’s only now that you realize that you’re unarmed.
>So you ram him with your shoulder.
>But he had the same idea.
>As your bodies collide, your flight path is broken as you each begin striking at each other.
>And the two of you go crashing downwards about ten feet onto a small outcropping.
>The impact onto the stone is harsh as you fall onto your right side.
>And you received a fair amount of whiplash as well.

>>27784343
>You raise your head off of the rock, and rub the side of it with your hoof.
>As you pull it back, you notice a small amount of blood covering it.
>Maybe a bit more than whiplash.
>AS you examine your surroundings, you find yourself on a relatively flat surface, maybe ten feet wide and jutting outwards by five.
>In front of you, the would-be assassin is reeling from his own wounds.
>As you stand, you feel a limp in your back right leg.
“Ah!”
>Testing it, you think it isn’t that serious.
>Walking over, the pegasi is attempting to stand as well.
>Reaching out, you grab the pony by his neck, and slam him against the cliff.
>Then with your free hoof, you start punching.
>You were still dazed from the crash, and you’re not sure how many times you struck him.
>But eventually as his face was covered in blood, you released him.
>And he slid onto the ground motionless.
>Is he-
>No, he’s still breathing.
>Barely.
>But something’s not right.
>Everything feels slow.
>And your blood feels boiling hot or ice cold.
>It seems like both.
>Your back legs fail, and you fall to the ground.
>The knife.
>It was poisoned, wasn’t it?
>Your wings start to go numb, and your front left leg starts giving way.
>Rolling over, your back is against the cold stone, a cool breeze coming over your body.
>And your eyes soon closed.

>>27784348
>…
>You cough violently as your eyes spring open.
>Why are you on a cliff?
>As you look at the bloody pegasi next to you, the memories start coming back to you.
>You’re not dead, that’s something.
>The knife did only barely graze you.
>But the General wasn’t…
>No, there are plenty of medics posted at the Palace; they would have gotten to him in time.
>As you start to get back onto your hooves, you can feel a bruise across most of the right side of your body.
>Thankfully, somehow, your wings feel undamaged.
>Looking westward, you see that the sun is an hour or two away from setting.
>It was around noon when you started the chase.
>You need to get back.
>Testing your wings, you thing that you have the energy needed to get back while carrying the still-unconscious pegasus with you.
>So you grabbed him by the shoulders, and took flight.
>You aren’t that far from Canterlot, so the trip shouldn’t be that bad.
>…
>Although you almost dropped the pegasus, on multiple occasions, you soon drew near to the Palace.
>At the front entrance, you saw Brigadier General Offense speaking to some officers.
>Flyign to his position, you released the prisoner and landed.
>”Is that him?”
>The Brigadier asks in an uncharacteristically solemn tone of voice.
“Yes Sir.”
>He nods to his officers who drag the prisoner away.
>”You look hurt, anything serious?”
“I don’t think.”
>He’s also talking at a much lower volume than usual.
>”Good, because you won’t have time to get checked out anytime soon. We need to act, and we need to do it now.”
“Is something wrong?”
>”Lancer was already dead when the nearest guards got to him.”
“What?”

I'm sitting on the next Thunder scene, but want to space it out with Anon PoV dramatic effect and all that I'll post it once I've finished the next couple Anon updates tomorrow.
>>27784350
>…
>You’ve been in the cell for quite some time now.
>At least Discord teleported away an hour or so ago.
>It’s given you some time to think clearly.
>Sundown should soon be approaching, and when it does your men will scatter and deliver word back to Lancer.
>And Tiara will probably send an ultimatum to the capitol.
>Release the Princesses and submit, or she’ll execute you.
>But it’s a bluff.
>And Lancer will call it.
>She needs you alive; if you’re dead then you have no value as a bargaining chip.
>So if she got her position because of even the slightest bit of aptitude, she knows that.
>But then what is her end goal?
>You know what you’d do.
>Use the prisoner to draw the army out.
>Then bait them into assaulting the fort head on.
>After that it’s a gambit that the fort could break the incoming army.
>Assuming that the army does route, make a beeline for the Royal Palace.
>All they need to do is get one man to open Celestia or Luna’s cell.
>If even one of them gets out, the defenders wouldn’t have a chance against their magic.
>But Tiara isn’t you.
>In fact, you have had no experience with her, and have no idea what she could be planning.
>You know yourself, but not the enemy.
>For every victory, you will suffer one defeat.
>And you’d guess that rotting in a cell indefinitely counts as defeat.
>Your thoughts end as you hear a door open in the hallway.
>And a pair of hoof steps starts coming down it.
>You stand and approach the cell door.
>Tiara soon approaches the cell door; Port is holding a few paces from her.
“Afraid that I’ve already escaped?”
>At this range you could easily reach past the pars and grab her neck.

>>27784359
That last line should be
bars, not pars

>>27784350
called it
why else would you bother to flesh him out?

uh oh

Fuuuuuck...I can't believe Lancer just died like that. Anon better find some ressurection spell in the east, damn it.

>>27784350
If I remember correctly, weren't Lancer and Thunder the only ones who knew of Anon's plan? Anon seems to trust that only Lancer will lead the campaign, but since Lancer is dead, would Thunder be the only one who knows what is going on?

What if Lancer being dead is a lie they made up in an attempt to lure their enemies out of hiding by making them believe that he is gone?

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>>27788152

The stereotype of the guy who is days from retirement getting killed.

Heres hoping Flurry is the heroine and Anon celebrates her heroics with a good rutting.

Page 9 ain't fine

Family is visiting for the 4th from out of state, the next few days will be nighttime posts only, right now I'm sitting down to write soon.

Reach for the skyyyy!

>>27786294
I really hope that you're somehow right about that.

>>27784359
>All it would take is a single stroke, and she could be dead before any response.
>It might make the defenders more susceptible to surrender when Lancer sends in the troops.
>”What you told me, is it true?”
“Every word.”
>”I pick the ship, I pick the crew, and I’m going with.”
>Wait.
“What?”
>”Why would you come here, alone and unarmed, with such a preposterous story, unless it was at least partially true?”
“So you’re letting me out?”
>”A certain spirit of chaos dropped by and had some words. He assured me that you were telling the truth… and threatened to turn my walls into dust and my ships into stone if I didn’t help you.”
>That magnificent bastard.
>”Let’s be clear, I don’t trust you. And if you so much as think of stepping out of line, I will not hesitate to leave you stranded on the nearest island. I’m in charge. And as long as you remain on one of my ships, you do what I say, when I say it.”
>”Just like that?”
“If you agree to the terms.”
“You have my word.”
>You can hear the slightest of asides from her:
>”For what little that’s worth.”
“Well if you’d be so kind as to let me out, my men are about to return with orders to take the fort. And I think that won’t be necessary.”
>She nods to Commander Port, who retrieves a key.
>But then reaches out a hoof to stop him from unlocking the cell.
>”We leave at first light. You’ll have the run of the fort until then, however the Commander will be escorting you the entire time.”
“Understood.”
>She lets go of Port, leaving you free to go call off the attack.