Katawa Shoujo Pone Thread

>>28256828
...Why?

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>>28256903
Because it's an interesting concept. Why is there an Anonfilly thread? Because it's an interesting concept.

>>28256903
because

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>>28256828

>>28256929
kek

>>28256929
Why does Kakashi look like a robot?

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>>28256828
Aw shit, mate! I was just thinking about making one of these threads yesterday.

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>>28256828
So Jinx, Snow Drop and Stellar Eclipse thread?

>>28256987
Essentially, yes. Pones with physical disabilities. I'd include autists but that would make writefaggotry too easy. We're all autistic anyway.

>>28256987
And Scootaloo.

> Thou never wakest up on time.
> 'Tis simply because of thy ailment.
> Nevertheless, Father dearest is upset.
> "Pinkie, thou needest to rise with the rooster."
> That's what he wrote with his chalk.
> Father never saw fit to learn thy signs.
> Had he the rights by law he wouldn't have thee.
> "She is cursed," thou hath herst him say unto Mother when thou haddeth reachedest the age of labour.
> "'Tis a message from our Lady. The girl is a danger."
> Yea, but still thou workest the fields.
> Even as our Lady's great flame baketh down upon thee, thou workest.
> Thou workest as thy sisters never do, and never shall.
> And still, Father careth not.
> Thou arrivest late, yet leaveth later.
> Thou bringest home more stone than thy sisters combined.
> Thou art capable of those feats a stallion twice thy size might struggle with.
> And still, Father careth not.
> Thou art deaf, and thou art dumb.
> Thou art not a pony, sayeth he.
> Thou art a waste.
> Thou never wakest up on time.
> Still, thou workest.
> And still, Father careth not.

My first writefag. Not too proud of it, but I spent too long to not post. What do you think, /mlp/? Continue?

>>28256963
Kill urself my man

>>28257248
I love you for putting in the effort to mimic the grammar of early English instead of just throwing in some archaic forms and calling it a day. Here are some suggestions from someone who doesn't know what he's talking about but likes to pretend he does.

>thou hath herst = thou didst hear
>when thou haddeth reachedest = when thou didst reach
>Thou arrivest late, yet leaveth later = thou dost arrive late, yet leavest later
>sayeth = saith

I for one am interested in reading more. I would point out that you say she "heard" him at one point, which I assume is an oversight. Not bad overall, though.

>>28257520
Yeah, some of the old forms look really dumb to the modern eye, like "haddeth." "Herth" is one of many terms I could have used, that's the one that fit in best, and then I forgot to make it past tense. Fuck that word, man.

Now that I look more into it, the past tense of "hear" was "heard" for all cases, so that was a waste of time.

I'm gonna edit out the awkward parts and repost it, then work on the story more. I hope the archaisms don't impact the quality of the story too much.

Also, kudos for not questioning how she could hear what he said. I guess I wasn't as subtle as I had hoped.

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>>28256903
>not wanting to take in a disabled mare and give her a long and happy life filled with love

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>>28256987
Jinx a cute.

> Thou never wakest up on Time.
> 'Tis simply because of thy Ailment.
> Nevertheless, Father dearest is upset.
> "Pinkie, thou needest to rise with the Rooster."
> That's what he wrote with his Chalk.
> Father never saw fit to learn thy Signs.
> Had he the Rights by Law he would cast thee aside.
> "She is cursed," thou didst hear him say unto Mother before thou didst reach the Age of Aabour.
> "'Tis a Message from our Lady. The Girl is a danger."
> Yea, but still thou workest the Fields.
> Even as our Lady's great Flame baketh down upon thee, thou workest.
> Thou workest as thy Sisters never do, and never shall.
> And still, Father careth not.
> Thou dost arrive late, yet leavest later.
> Thou bringest home more Stone than thy Sisters combined.
> Thou art capable of those Feats a Stallion twice thy Size might struggle with.
> And still, Father careth not.
> Thou art deaf, and thou art dumb.
> "Thou art not a Pony," saith he.
> Thou art a Waste.
> Thou never wakest up on Time.
> Still, thou workest.
> And still, Father careth not.

Okay, hopefully it reads less awkwardly now. Also added capitalised nouns, which I believe was in use until relatively recently. The US Constitution, at least, does it.

> 'Tis upon such a Day, One filled with Toil and Labour, that thou doth encounter our Lady's Grace and Majesty with thy own Eyes.
> Thou art collecting a Pile of Stones of their own Colour.
> Thou seest thy Sisters enteren into the Farmhouse, to the Toll of the supper Bell, no Doubt.
> Father looketh upon thee, as if he had spied Discord himself.
> He slammeth the Door shut.
> Thou sighest, the vibrations running through thy Heart.
> Thy Work hath just begun.
> Verily, 'tis simply what thy Thoughts weren.
> As thou beginnest thy Work anew, the Sky thundereth, Light hitself tearing apart as the Garment of a worldly Mare.
> A coloured Ring expandeth from across the World, forcing thee backwards.
> Thou strugglest to maintain thy Hoofing, yet hit doth end as speedily as hit had begun.
> Thy Mane is a Mass of tangled Curls, a State thou hast nery a Memory of since thy Foalhood.
> The Sky seemeth to bleed from the Gash left by the Event.
> 'Tis beautiful, truely.
> Hit awakeneth something inside thee, a Joy, an optimistic Love for Life thou didst believe unrepairable.
> Thou art... happy.
> Thou must bring this Extasy to All who may accept hit.

> The Night passeth, thy Absence unnoticed.
> Thou hath decorated a derelict Barn for thy Purposes.
> The Colours of the Sky's Wound guideth thee, and thou art complete.
> Thou doth hear Father's voice.
> "Come, the Stones to the South require Harvest."
> Thou startest the music Box, and hit beginneth to play a Song from Worship, one which wardeth off Spirits of Discord.
> Thy Family approacheth, and thou callest them inside.
> They standen, shocked, within the Doorway for what seems to be twa thousands of Moons.
> They doth not like hit.
> They see that which thou hath Created as Heresy.
> Father shall finally be free of thee.
> Then they smilen.
> Father is the first to speak.
> "Pinkie, 'tis for this that thou art such a Colour. 'Twas not meant as a Warning of danger. 'Twas meant as a sign of thy Talent."

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>>28258230
This story is fanfiction.net-tier, I know, but the idea is that she's not an Earthy colour, so her dad thought she was a born heretic or some religious shit, and her deafness was caused by her hair. It's dumb, but it's my first green, I didn't need to make a masterpiece. This is mainly just practice writing in Early Modern English, and writing green in general.

Feel free to correct my grammar or shit on the story. I know I've been doing both of those things.

>>28256903
We had a thread helping a hobo following a prompt of a homeless hooker.

>>28258873
What did he mean by this?

Gross