My Little Progress : Technology Isn't Magic - Thread 38

>>2919863
the wait for writefags is intense

>>29199129
Hopefully LP will return quickly

>>29199702

>>29199129
looks like dropped an 0 in there

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Theremin is the best instrument for a creature with hooves.

Think about it.

>>29200637
what about the trombone?

>>29201207

It would work too, if you like to blow...

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>>29201424
Well Pinkie sure likes to blow

>>29202521
On a scale of kill to kill, how kill are we?

>>29202956
No worries amigo, I got a delicious chapter coming right up, and I have a feeling that you boys and girls will love it. Friday's always a good day to kick back with a two-liter of soda and read the newest installment of "Shit That Goes Down", isn't it?

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>>29203069
Sure hope there's some suffering.

>>29203069
sounds nice, looking forward to it

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>>29203657
oh u

>>29203657
I bet there will be a a bit of despair over them not having enough ammo for repeated hydra attacks but other than that they don't have too much to despair about

my little bumpkiss

pmub

>>29205407
The mane6 will probably arrive and if they can speak the same language, will probably raise their spirits with the prospect of better shelter

>>29207841
that language thing is a pretty big if though

>tfw zebramancer is dead
>tfw no more cute robot loli

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>>29209642

I merged chapter 1 and 2, since they were too short IMO. So this is Chapter 5:

> "Prod the abyss, and the abyss prods back."
-Blacksteed IV, Duke of Easthoof

-Twilight-
>A warm mug of hot chocolate and a thick book laid in front of Twilight Sparkle, who always appreciated a cup of cozy autumn warmth when reading in chilly weather. The mug gave off wafts of sweet, milky steam as it sat on her crystal desk alongside Studies in Gemology for the Advanced Mage, which was turned to page 182 at the moment. She lifted the mug and took a sip from it as she flipped the page, revealing a chart detailing the various geometric shapes necessary for properly imbuing precious stones with potential magical power. Crystalcarving was never one of Twilight's strengths, but ever since the appearance of her crystal tree-castle she had decided to focus on that particular area of her studies. After all, if she was going to be living in a giant gemstone it would be a good idea to know more about gemology.
>Twilight knew that her new home was supposed to be an improvement from her now burnt-down library tree, but the enormous crystalline castle that she was the inhabitant of had its drawbacks. The large rooms and crystal walls made for a rather drafty castle, which was why the fireplace in her study was filled with a huge pile of burning firewood that roared and crackled as it released a soft warmth into the air. Not only that, but the floor was far too cold and hard for her taste. Hundreds of square hooflengths of carpet and rugs were brought into the castle soon after Twilight had taken residence in it, and they helped a little with the cold and provided a fair amount of protection against falls.

>>29210435
>The mug clunked against the crystal desktop as Twilight set it down, entranced in her reading. Far away, a peal of thunder rolled throughout the sky, even though the sky itself was cloudless. That was strange, since the rest of the week was scheduled to be perfectly clear and sunny. Maybe some pegasi were messing around?
>But the thunder sounded way too...off. It dissipated much too quickly, and soon after the first one several more came in rapid succession, each as loud as the last. They even sounded exactly the same, which was odd considering lightning was quite unpredictable and hard to accurately replicate. Plus, there were no clouds for miles and miles, and it was rather difficult for less than a hundred pegasi to make clouds large enough to give off lightning. Something was definitely wrong, and she got up from her desk just as the last crash of thunder died down.
>Twilight trotted down the crystal hallways of her castle, the shining walls reflecting both her image and the clip-clop of her hooves. The echoes became more pronounced as Twilight entered the front entrance and its high, spacious ceiling. Somebody was knocking on the front door, and she pulled it open with her unicorn magic. Rainbow Dash was standing outside, her chromatic mane boyishly swaying as the opening of the door let a draft into the castle.

>>29210456
>"Hey, Rainbow-"
>"Did you hear that, Twi? I thought thunderstorms weren't scheduled for the next two weeks..."
>"That's not thunder, Dash. It's too consistent to be lightning. Whatever it is, we gotta go check it out. I'll call the girls, follow me."
>The two ponies trotted through the main hallway all the way to the room at the far end. Inside sat a table with a large map of Equestria surrounded by six large crystal thrones. Twilight took her seat at the largest throne and tapped her hoof on one of the buttons that were on a panel in front of her. It was the emergency call button, and it was magically linked to the Element bearers through their cutie marks. Twilight didn't like to use it much, but she thought it was necessary for an event like this.
>Five minutes later, Applejack arrived at the table, clearly tired from both the apparent run to the castle and a day of hard work. Following Applejack was Pinkie Pie, who bounced and hopped into her designated seat with the constant energy she had about her. Fluttershy, though she lived near the Everfree, managed to trot inside before Ratity, who took thirty minutes to make herself "presentable, as any proper pony should." As Rarity elegantly took her seat, Twilight began talking.
>"Alright, girls, I'm pretty sure you all know why we're here. Those booms you just heard sounded a bit strange, didn't they? I think we can assume that it's not thunder, since the sky is obviously clear. I'm sure you all know that we'll have to investigate whatever it is. Do you guys know anything about it?"

>>29210487
>"Ah'm pretty sure it came from the Everfree," Applejack replied. "Ah was working at Sweet Apple Acres when I heard those noises. They sure were as loud as tarnation! But I reckon they came from far away, so it's probably deep in the forest."
>"Oh, goodness gracious!" Rarity gasped. "In such a ghastly and uncivilized place? I'm not quite sure that we should be searching in such a...a...brutish location!"
>"Come on, Rarity! Don't be such a fancypants," Rainbow Dash responded. "I bet that we could totally handle whatever we find in there. And if it's being a jerk, then I'll. give it a good ol'-!"
>"Dash, I'm sure that it won't come to that. Now, anyone else have any contributions?"
>"Well, it can't be any creature," Fluttershy softly spoke. "Those booms are definitely not natural. They're too similar. And if it is a creature, then I don't think I would know much about it. After all, something that can be that loud...!"
>She slid under the table, teeth chattering as the terrifying thought of the monsters that lived in the Everfree filled her mind with fear. Fluttershy was very good at handling and taking care of animals, but her timid nature and fearful personality often got the best of her.
>"Come on, Fluttershy! Don't be afraid! I'm sure if we come across a grumpy old meanie, we can just give it a party!"
>"Is that your answer to every problem, Pinkie Pie?"
>"Well, it's not a bad one, is it, Applejack?"
>"Ah don't even wanna bother answerin'."
>"So," Twilight interjected, we know that it was from the Everfree, and that it probably wasn't a creature. Anything else?"
>The table was silent.
>"Really, nothing?"
>The table continued to be silent.

>>29210519
Man I can't wait for first contact

>>29210519
>"Okay then. I guess we'll have to go and see what it is. I think that me, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash should go and check it out."
>"Why not us?" Pinkie pie asked.
>"Well, uh, I don't think that, uh... you guys are... quite..."
>"Rarity's too fancy to get her hooves dirty, Fluttershy'd probably faint in under a minute, and Pinkie... you're just weird."
>"Wow, Applejack, way to be super rude!"
>"Hey, they don't call me the Element o' Honesty for nuffin."
>"She's right," Twilight added. "Rainbow Dash and Applejack can handle themselves in a fight, and I know some basic combat magic. You guys would become a liability if you didn't know how to defend yourselves, especially in a place like the Everfree..."
>"She has a point," Rarity commented.
>"And I couldn't bear hurting another creature," Fluttershy added.
>"Then it's decided. The three of us are going to go ahead and look for the cause of those noises tomorrow morning. We'll gather some supplies for our trip today. It's getting dark soon, so we'll have to get them quick. Tomorrow, we meet at the crack of dawn at Fluttershy's cottage."
>"Does it have to be that early?"
>"We want to have as much daylight as possible, Dash. Go to bed early if you have to. After all, we'll have a long day ahead of us."
>Rainbow dash groaned at the idea of having to miss out on sleep. Still, she was excited to explore the Everfree and find out what was making all the noise. It would be just like one of her Daring Do books, like Daring Do and the Adventures of Naz'roh, where Daring do had to search for the Ruby of Despair in the dangerous jungles of...
>"Sounds good," Applejack said, interrupting Rainbow Dash's train of thought. "I can get us some outdoors equipment. Sleepin' bags, ropes, maybe a tent..."
>"I can get you some food!" Pinkie said.
>"And I have some maps of the Everfree," Twilight added. "Alright girls, let's gather up what we need and get ready for tomorrow!"

>>29210683
-Luna-
>Like the past tens of thousands of times, Luna's mind easily passed from her spacious office to the even vaster expanses of Equestria's magic field, and it was even easier to slip into the infinite void that was the dreamscape. However, once she was in the dreamscape she immediately searched for what she was looking for: the three alien minds that she was so very fascinated by. Consciousnesses without magic that had such advanced knowledge stored within their memories, yet just out of grasp... Luna didn't want to gain the attention of those minds, and she was rather uncertain as to how they would respond. It was as likely as not that such wondrous minds could be immensely powerful, and she didn't want to awaken an unknown threat upon Equestria.
>Luna had decided to look into another mind that evening. As she approached the three points of light, she noticed that they gave off a slight twinge of fear that radiated a feeling of unease into the surrounding space. Curious, she decided to enter the red orb instead of the blue one she had looked at a few days ago. Like previously, Luna eased herself into the dream slowly before being rewarded by the same blank void of the other mind. However, instead of a bookshelf there was a metal rack with wire mesh covering the walls of it. She walked up to the rather utilitarian shelf and ran her hoof along the cold, smooth metal. Unlike the bookshelf, which was rather dusty, this rack was spotless. There was an assortment of objects on each shelf, but judging from the sword and shield on several of the items Luna could guess that the items were related to some sort of military or defense force.

>>29210843
>This was certainly an interesting development for Luna. This meant that whatever those minds belonged to, they had to have some kind of army. What were they like? How many? How strong? Question after question filled her head, and she soon realized that those beings could have hostile intentions. If there was a military, then that meant defending...or attacking.
>How big of a threat were they?
>Luna knew from countless wars in her past that intelligence was the queen of the battlefield (who ruled next to the king of strategy), and she eagerly scanned the shelves for some sort of information. She eventually settled on picking up a thin booklet with a cover of thick, white paper and an illustration of a strange contraption in the shape of an L. She looked at the title of the book and was soon overwhelmed by the foreign words and phrases that were printed on the front cover.

Glock 17 Semi-Automatic Pistol, 9-Millimeter Caliber
Owner's Manual
U.S. Army

>>29210860
>What did Glock mean, and what was a pistol? Semi-Automatic meant some level of automation, and apparently there were 16 other variations on this weapon. And what was "U.S.?" A country? The one thing that she could figure out was the "Caliber" part. From her knowledge of cannons, this weapon was apparently designed to fire a projectile about the size of a...marble? That was extremely odd, and she continued checking the shelves for items of interest. She soon found the weapon that was portrayed on the cover under an olive-green T-shirt and picked it up from the shelf, alongside two thin stick-like boxes that held some sort of brass pellets inside of it.
>Judging from its relatively small size, this weapon was clearly a personal small arm. For a weapon, it was surprisingly light, only about one and a half pounds. Perhaps it was because of the strange material that the lower portion (or what she assumed, from the book, was the lower portion) was made of. It was light, yet durable, and was smooth yet had a sort of fine texture to it. Holding the weapon and the sticks, she looked further into the book, flipping to the first page.
CAUTION: Follow safe firearm handling procedures before handling Glock products:
• ALWAYS assume the weapon is loaded and ready to fire
• NEVER point the weapon at anything you do not wish to destroy
• ALWAYS keep fingers off the trigger unless ready to fire...

>>29211137
>Fingers...where had she heard the term before? She had forgotten the exact source, but deep in her memory she knew that they were flexible appendages on hooves that were quite similar to claws. As for the rest of the safety instructions, Luna found little of note there. Apparently Glock was a manufacturer of sorts? The first factory in Equestria had opened about fifty years ago, and Luna was proud of her country's modernization. The idea of multiple entities mass-producing weapons, though, was a disquieting thought. Equestria's weapons were forged only by order of the Princesses in the Royal Workshops and only for the use of the Royal Guard. What sort of creatures - no, country - would have such an openness towards and demand for weapons? Luna continued reading, slightly unsettled yet curious.
The Glock series of pistols is and has been an advanced and highly capable weapons system for decades, owing to its many features that give it the highest durability, best performance, and most ease of performance. This is due to its:
• Use of low-weight plastic polymers in the receiver
• A Safe-Action system that ensures safe and reliable weapon handling
• A high-capacity magazine size...

>>29211156
>Before Luna could get any further, her curiosity got the best of her, and she put the manual back on the shelf. She inspected the weapon further, touching the "receiver" with her dark blue hoof. Luna noticed that the bottom of the weapon seemed to have a cavity in it, and she was rather curious as to its function. She poked one of the sticks into the bottom before accidentally sliding it in. Once it had went in all the way, she was rewarded with a click that accented the locking of the box inside the weapon. Luna didn't intend to do that, and she quickly searched for a way to release the box from the weapon. She pulled the metal top of the weapon back, hoping that it would release the stick. Nothing happened. Maybe she should pull on this lever...?
>It was a good thing that Luna had been pointing the weapon away from her body, because the weapon suddenly gave out a sharp crack and emitted a fiery blast from its front end. She let out a small yelp as a brass cylinder flew out of the top as the metal rail quickly snapped back and forth. The cylinder smoked and gave out a smell of brimstone as it fell to the floor with a metallic clink. The weapon soon followed suit with a clack as Luna stopped holding it with her magic, leaving nothing in the air but silence and a sharp, metallic odor.

Before I finish my dump, what image do you have in your mind of the three survivors (Leah, Andrew and Noah)? I want to see if my characters are properly portrayed.

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>>29211164
Dunno about the others but I'd be lyin if I didn't want this as Noah's endgame.

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>>29209642
>>29210389

>MFW I haven't posted anything since last year
Its too late today. but tomorrow i should be able to post at least thre paragraphs

>>29210843
>Luna didn't want to gain the attention of those minds, and she was rather uncertain as to how they would respond.
>"These strange being might not like me invading their minds, so I'll keep doing it without them knowing."
I love Luna, but please tell me this Luna takes a .50 caliber aspirin.

>Fingers...where had she heard the term before? She had forgotten the exact source, but deep in her memory she knew that they were flexible appendages on hooves that were quite similar to claws
Minotaurs exist, and they have hands/fingers. She would know what those are.

>>29212041
The kube approves.

>>29211164
-Noah-
>"I swear to god, Leah, don't you fucking dare take a bite out of that thing!"
>"But-"
>"LITERAL ACID BLOOD, LEAH!"
>"But-"
>"JUST NO!"
>"Fine, Noah."
>Noah sighed as he poked the giant corpse with a plank of wood, watching as the green blood ate away at the tip of it. Some of the semi-melted wood goop dripped onto the morning dew, tarnishing the fresh early-morning air with a foul, chemical smell. "Besides," he remarked, "that thing's been dead for a day. I don't want anyone getting sick because they decided to eat some hell beast's flesh. Things are getting dangerous around here, and I'd rather keep everyone fit and healthy just in case something happens."
>"He's a big guy," Andrew remarked.
>"For you, at least. This thing might not be the biggest one out there," Noah stated. "Who knows what other deadly crap we're going to find? Damn, we should have built our defenses up better."
>"That's probably not the biggest problem, though. I'm pretty sure," Leah asserted, "that that's a hydra. As in a Greek mythological monster. As in the ones known for having several heads and being super venomous. Seriously, what the heck is something that matches ancient mythology so unbelievably well doing on an alien planet? This can't be a coincidence."

>>29213160
>"I don't even want to know," Noah sighed. "You know how this place is with coincidences. For now, let's just figure out how to deal with this thing. I'm pretty sure it's going to stink up pretty soon, and the acid blood isn't going to make it easier to move this away."
>"Hmmm...hang on, we should let the blood drain out before we even touch it. After all," Andrew stated, it wouldn't be good if acid were to get on us while we're moving it away."
>"Didn't the bullets do a lot of the work?"
>"Yeah, Leah, but there's still several tons of alien meat that I'd rather get out of sight. It's going to be a real challenge to shove something the size of a large truck even ten meters. Unless...Noah, don't we have a couple pounds of high explosive?"
>"About twenty pounds of Composition C, and several deton- Are you sure that's going to be alright?"
>"Yeah. I think about three ounces should take a decent chunk out of it. After that, it should be light enough to shove away from here. If not, we can always use more."
>"You sure about that, Mr. I-know-how-to-blow-up-mythical-beasts?"
>"Hey, Noah, do you just want it to sit there, rotting up the place? Or maybe you have a better plan."
>"..."
>"Then it's settled. Believe it or not, I have experience with explosive demolition, and I know how to handle high-explosives safely. I'm going to shove some shaped charges into the body, preferably with some protective gloves, and detonate it from a safe distance and behind cover. It won't spray poison everywhere or throw huge globs of meat at us, but I can ensure that the remaining mess will be relatively easy to clean up. I want to get started right now, since we still have a lot of daylight. Hopefully the entire body will be gone by mid-afternoon."
>With that, Andrew walked into the pallet-and-tent shelter, searching for breakfast and plastic explosives.

That's it for Chapter 5. I can never get enough feedback, so what do you guys think?

>>29213160
part of me wonders if this was the first time there was a something connecting earth to equestria and that a bunch of earth legends are a result of equestrian creature wandering over to earth

>>29212167
she almost took a 9mm aspirin though

>>29213180
Story Criticism:
Already pointed out the hands/finger thing. That was just dumb.

Character Criticism:
I get the necessity of needing to remove body, but wasting your limited resources on that is a terrible idea. It'd be easier to move camp and leave a marker pointing to your new location, and also to show where you entered from.
Even if its only a few ounces, when you can't just run down to storage to get more, every bit counts, and if there's an option that doesn't use up resources you can't easily replenish, that should be the option taken.
And this is an alien creature that they're strapping explosives to, for all they know its volatile and blowing it up could turn it into a several ton bomb.

With this update Leah comes off as less quirky, and more of a dumbass.

>>29215818
I'm glad that you've given me some real criticisms. The finger thing was a bit of an oversight, so I've changed it in the Fimfiction chapter (probably releasing Wednesday).

As for the explosives problem, I thought that they wouldn't really need it too much and they'd be willing to use a little bit for moving that thing away. They're living on a little meadow in the forest, so they don't exactly have much of a use for explosives. Reducing the ten ton beast into some hundred pound movable chunks, though, is a tough task, and so they expend just a little bit of their resources on getting most of it out of camp. The hydra, though, is probably not volatile, since they just peppered it with bullets without a huge explosion. And to be honest, they don't expect mythological beings (especially a hydra) to just blow up if they aren't known to do so back on Earth. I mean, if you saw a unicorn on an alien planet you wouldn't expect it to be explosive, right? Plus, Andrew knows about blowing stuff up, so he would also take precautions to ensure that he uses the least amount of explosive while preventing deadly meat debris from destroying anything.

Also, Leah just wants to sample the local cuisine. She can do some dumb stuff, but aren't smart people prone to being a little stupid at times?

>>29216241
>if you saw a unicorn on an alien planet you wouldn't expect it to be explosive
I'd expect it to do everything bad possible until proven otherwise, including blow up. If I met a rabbit exactly like an Earth rabbit on an alien planet, I'd treat it like it can explode, breath fire, poisonous, venomous, and song Polka.

You can't compare mythological creatures from stories to very real creatures in front of you just because of similarities.

And even if they don't have an immediate use for the explosives, they still have a very limited supply that they can't just get more of. They have no idea when or if they'll make contact with home, so every resources counts.
Hell, I doubt they thought they would've really needed the anti-material rifle, but we see how that turned out.

Just because it didn't explode from being shot doesn't mean it won't explode from being blown up. If you shot a barrel of gas, it won't blow up either, unless the bullet causes a spark from the drum, but that's not the point. C4 will explode from a spark, but shooting it or setting it on fire won't detonate it, but its still explosive.
And even if they Reduce it to 100lb pieces, they still have to move 200 chunks of rotting, acidic, and most likely toxic flesh.

Andrew probably knows how to create a breach, I doubt his demolitions teachings go as far as how to properly dispose of a several ton unknown beasts that bleeds acid.

Eating chocolate covered ants is tasting the local cuisine.
Eating over developed eggs is stupid.
Eating a strange creature that bleeds acid is literally football helmet levels of retarded.
She reminds me of the difference between a "good" Pinkie Pie, and a "bad" Pinkie Pie.

That's my thoughts on it anyways.

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>page 10

>>29212116
>>29209642
>>29210389
I LIVE

pastebin: http://pastebin.com/pKVfQaXt

>Sector seven was a peculiar portion of you complex.
>centuries ago, this place was a far outpost in the edge of the land you knew.
>The ancient ruins of a Gnome fortress
>unlike any other gnome ruin you had found before this one seemed particularly undamaged
>built like a temple of sorts, littered with the remains of battles and magic rituals.
>instead of golems and trapping runes, the keep was defended by the skeletons of the fallen
>this was the lair of a necromancer.
>it would had been a losing battle were not for you gratuitous use of explosives
>After two days of collapsing hallways and breaking through walls, you reached the center of the fortress.
>there in the surrounded by piles of books and ruined alchemy tools sat the gnome necromancer
>or what was left of him
>poor fool died of Mercury poisoning trying to make an immortality potion
>he died about three centuries before you were banished to the underworld
>and in his books he related the tale of his people
>Gnomes hailed from the mountains of the old continent
>long ago they lived in the forests of equestria alongside ponies and deers
>however they found the ever growing competition for magic herbs and shells unnecessary
>why bother harvesting herbs and shells when the gems beneath them provided grater magic
>They were more comfortable in halls of stone than huts of wood and thatch
>so as time passed they left the surface world behind
>Digging ever deeper for the gems that where they livehood. eventually they found themselves cornered.
>surrounded by the creatures of the underworld and too far form the surface to retreat.
>soon the magic gems became scarce
>without magic to maintain their underground farms and under constant siege from the monsters around them they grew desperate.

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>>29219515
>The work of centuries came undone as the once mighty gnomes began to die out
>In their own search for a solution they found an ancient and horrible secret
>Tales of even older race that could extract magic from living beings.
>magic vampirism ran rampant among gnomes as kinsmen turned on each other
>It could not last forever as the vampiric gnomes ran out of victims
>some tried to steal the life from the monsters of the deep with poor results
>eventually some found the way to reverse the equation and turn magic into life.
>or something close enough
>The last remaining gnomes became necromancers, hoarding what little amount of life and magic they could get.
>with nothing else to do but search for more magic the necromancer created a machine that could extract and purify magic.
>the thaumatic crucible
>an intricate mix of a chemical furnace, a runic clockwork and a distillery that produced magic without the need of a magic being casting a spell.
>while the machine itself was amazing, you found the related notes more interesting.
>inadvertently he had set the base to a deeper understanding of magic.
>Not just by application and effect but by actual source and quantifiable magnitude.
>Unicorns tended describe magic as a series indivisible and unphysical forces inherently different from eachother.
>the necromancer however argued that magic was a single form of energy applied at different magnitudes through different means.
>While the full nature of this energy was unknown to him, he still knew enough to isolate it.
>this energy however had a very short half-life in it pure state, so he had no way to quantify it.

sorry for my lateness and poor grammar but it has been a hectic holiday winter for me
I should be able to post more often after sunday

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>>29219553
YEAH BOIIIII

>>29216477
>C4 will explode from a spark, but shooting it or setting it on fire won't detonate it
Doesn't it require both heat and pressure?

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>mfw people will bump the thread but not tell me about my story and the many ways in which it's shit
please shame me harder

>>29219515
rise from your grave

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>>29219515
>>29219553

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>>29221061
I don't like you.
Is that what you want to hear?

>>29221061
I don't know about others but I'm bad a writing critiques

>>29213180
I like this story, but >>29216477 has a many great points.
Blowing up a carcass of a huge toxic beast with high explosives is hella rad, but also stupid and wasteful.
Even tho they have quite a bit of various supplies, they also have no way to replenish some of them at all. Something to keep in mind.

Moving the camp would take a day or two, but would be a more sensible thing to do in this situation.
At first I was thinking 'just burn it up', but given whole corrosive blood thing, risking inhalation of toxic fumes is not worth it.
Also, who knows if there isnt a bladder full of flammable material inside it.
For all its worth, only things they know about hydra is that its big, had corrosive blood and it can be killed. They have science stuff out there, so make them at least try to analyze it a bit, dissect it or something. How the fuck can something have blood that melts stuff up but dont melt from inside?

>>29213160
I'm now reminded of "Things Mr. Welch Is No Longer Allowed to Do in an RPG"

616. Even if they are the same cliched acid for blood aliens, can't load my shotgun with baking powder.

>>29213180
Your characterization of the Mane 6 is complete garbage. Try making them less stereotypical and one-dimensional in the next update.

>>29224152
>>29223052
>>29216477
thanks everybody for the feedback, I'll keep that stuff in mind when writing in the future. Currently writing Chapter 6, and it'll hopefully be a decent enough read.

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>>29227085
Anon teams up with Zecora to mass produce potions when?

bup

>>29225295

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/wood/

>>29228004
Anon/zecora/bramble/aspen team up to nature magic the shit out of an ecological disaster.

>>29230655
those gifs are so hypnotic

>>29230766
I never read the comics, what exactly can bramble do?

>>29231749
He has green thumb powers. The vines they can make are strong enough to lift and move rarity's house.

>>29233210
Insert tentacle joke here

>>29213180
Could I get a pastebin?

Just going to say that I have a couple of things on my plate as of now so next update will probably be in a week and a half. Next chapter isn't coming along terribly well, but I can manage to make it worth reading given some time.
>>29234324
I honestly didn't want to use pastebin, since only writing for horsefuckers on an Indonesian stonecarving imageboard seems a bit limiting. You can find all the stories in this general at http://pastebin.com/XKLNjAAx
but if you want my story specifically, I decided to put it on FimFiction at https://www.fimfiction.net/story/357566/the-portgate

>>29234683
Neat, thanks.

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I've been wondering, why would Twilight not believe anon if he told her about skyscrapers, considering Manehattan is full of 'em?

>>29221061
ur story not a shit tho

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>MFW architecture college and my little sister continue to consume all my time and energy

>>29235507
i bet that's not the only thing of yours that your little sister is consuming

Last time: http://pastebin.com/iEmmUG8B
Now on to today's episode!

>You virtually fist pump, which is a lot like a regular fist pump but without any real limbs and mildly less satisfying.
>But hey, the alien equine that you are going to call a unicorn, after coming across a reference to such a mythological creature in your archives, actually came into contact with the device again, letting you to use some of its now unneeded systems as resources to replenish your nanomachines.
>Combined with the fact that you discovered that the nerves that convey visual and audio signals are actually pretty close to conventional ones, it was a simple matter for your machines to use your freshly gathered materials to construct devices to tap into both. In fact, they should be finished in a few minutes.
>Granted, you weren’t comfortable enough with their structure to edit either to initiate contact, but you could definitely use them to get a better idea of what you are dealing with here.
>Perhaps you could get enough of an idea of their language to listen in, maybe figure out a way to talk to your host without killing them or driving them mad.
>When you first figured out that they were treating the implants as an extended part of her brain, you were half tempted to just load it up with the idea that you were there, watching, and needed help, but without a real way to communicate back and forth that would have likely led to complete madness or them voluntarily sending themselves off to an asylum.
>Ah, there we go, video feed is coming up in now!
>As it flips online the new feed pours into you, the unicorn’s vision popping up to reveal a… surprisingly 20th century, you think, house.

>>29235721
>As she trots off to the fridge, you can’t help but question something you hadn’t thought of over the past few days: how do they manipulate tools?
>I mean, they only have hooves and those horn things, maybe they manipulate things with their mouths? You haven’t been paying too much attention to things like that while you were trying to crack the enigma of the unfamiliar nervous-
>You cut yourself off when an anomalous spike in her brain and the nerves leading to her horn that you had gotten pretty used to over the last few days occurs, a blue aura surrounding the handle of the fridge door before it pops open.
>You what?
>She grabs some lettuce, fucking Earth lettuce, in the same grip as your audio tap comes online, catching some whine emitting from her horn.
>No, no, no, hold up a fucking minute there.
>Running surveillance on the feeds only in the background you go back over the last few seconds, approximately fifty different simulation and analysis programs kicking on and screaming out errors in unison.
>Oh god, do they have natural contra-gravity generators built into their fucking heads?
>Did the Gatebuilders fuck around and shove shit into these assholes and that is why there is stuff you don’t get?
>Does this mean that the Gatebuilders stole plant life from your planet to put here, or it was the opposite?
>You would have definitely detected it if it was something magnetic in nature.
>Switching back over to the feed you watch in something between confusion and excitement as the unicorn grabs a knife in that very same aura and makes a fucking salad complete with croutons, tomato, and something that looks vaguely like ranch dressing.
>Are you getting punked? You are pretty sure that pranks like this have a hard legal limit of six months in duration.

>>29235727
>You pound your non-existent face into a non-existent wall in order to kill the pain of the situation, browsing through another dozen libraries of information in an attempt to come up with something, anything.
>Maybe, just maybe, you could get the unicorn to explain it if you ever are able to talk with her.
>In between running the sea of calculations you ready up and package some more information, carefully selected.
>Perhaps if you boost her knowledge enough over time you could get an understanding of her language, get her to build one of those ancient CRT monitor things, then communicate though that claiming to be some ancient spirit of knowledge.
>That is what primitive cultures generally believe, right?
>You know what? While everything crunches, you need to destress. You can tell that this is going to be hard as fuck to crack and bashing you head into the stone wall over and over will just slowly drive you up the wall.
>Screening the new data packet carefully, you send it off and decide to finally relax for a few hours.
>Booting up the AutoDM and a module you hadn’t run yet, you enter a virtual shell; it was time for some less maddening things.
>Maybe when you get back your sims will have something.

>Glancing at the whiteboard in one of the labs through the window on the way into work, you freeze up. How could they had made such a fundamental mistake?
>Light can obviously behave as both a particle and wave-
>Wait, where did that come from?
>That doesn’t seem right.
>You know that they taught you in school about the particular nature of light, and that sure doesn’t match up with-
>You raise a hoof to your head as a stab of pain shoots through you.
>No, no, it couldn’t be right, could it?
>You knew the duality is true, you just know it!

>>29235732
>Diverting your path, you walk up to the lab door and knock, waiting patiently.
>Somepony… one, you don’t know who, did an experiment to prove something like this, right?
>Something about two slits?
>A minute or so later a grumpy looking stallion that you can’t remember the name of answers the door.
>”What is it, intern?”
“This is going to sound really weird but do you have a clamp, some aluminum foil, a laser emitter, and a wall in a dark place I can use for a few minutes tops?
>Judging by his raised brow you definitely got his interest, at least.
>What is his name? Limelight? Prismatic Light? It was something with light.
>“What for?”
>How are you going to explain this?
”I have a theory on light acting like a wave, all I need to do is shine a light at some paper, I won’t damage anything, promise!”
>Real smooth.
>”Are you trying to dodge out of work, kid?”
>You were a university student on break, thank you very much.
“No, no, no, I just need a couple minutes then I’ll get out of your hair, honest.”
>He sighs deeply.
>”Fine, but don’t bug me afterwards, and anything you break you buy. Aluminum is in cupboard 6B and the emitter is in F8.”
“Thank you!”
>”I’ll also be watching you very closely, intern.”
“No issue!”
>You hurriedly walk over to the marked out cabinets and grab both items, cutting a small sheet and setting up at a table a short distance from a wall.
>Pulling your knife out of your bags you cut two slits a short distance away from one another.
>Setting the sheet up on the table you use your bags on either side to hold it in place.
>Double checking that it is steady, you draw the blinds with your magic.
>Cutting off your magic, you carefully position the beam to point at the sheet and click it on.

>>29235741
>Rushing over to the far side of the aluminum foil, true to your word, there is the representation of the interference pattern on the wall, just as you thought.
>But wait, this doesn’t prove that it is both, it just proves that it CAN act as a wave.
>Didn’t previous experiments prove that it acts as a particle as well? You need to experiment more, you need to-
>A hoof is placed on your shoulder.
>You tense up and look over at the stallion’s face as he almost in slow motion goes through a gamut of emotions, from completely uncomprehending to shock back to uncomprehending and to shock again before settling into a dim smile.
>”Do you know what you just did?”
>Oh no, did you break the emitter without knowing?
“I… proved myself right?”
>”Assuming that we can get this to replicate neatly, this very well might have overturned modern thought on the nature of light. I’m not sure what it means exactly, but if light is not a particle-”
>You, overturn everything? Where did you get this from? Did they really not know?
“It’s both.”
>”What?”
“You’ll find that there are some situations where using it as a wave is the correct option, some where seeing it as a particle is, and some where either work, I’m pretty sure.”
>That feels right. Is it possible that you misinterpreted your cutie mark all along and you were just magically gifted this knowledge… somehow. That makes sense, right?
>”Let me just, ah, retest this.”
>You watch him go to cut slits in a sheet mimicking yours when you stop him.
“Holes need to be small for allow for proper showing of this property. Use a sharper knife.”
>You go to pass him yours but he levitates a better one of his own out of a nearby desk first.
>Slipping yours back away you watch him try your experiment himself, obviously getting the exact same results, look of annoyance long since replaced with interest and a bit of awe.

>>29235751
“Just, uh, wait right here, I need to go get the boss. While we can’t rule out mistakes just yet, this is certainly looking promising.”
>Turning off the emitter he leaves the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
>What came over you there? What happens next?
>You walk slowly off to the side, staring at the set up experiment.
>You suddenly have a feeling that this is really going to bite you in the ass in the long run.
>Too late to back out now, however.
>A few minutes later, your boss, the lazy bugger that he is, actually showed up, no doubt drawn away from important doughnuts.
>He looks tired as he enters trailed by the stallion from earlier, trotting over to the whiteboard and looking at the equation blankly, then to your setup experiment.
>Back to the whiteboard again, staring at it uncomprehend-
>”Well, looks like she proved Dawn’s theory completely wrong, if this isn’t misleading.”
>You might have slightly underestimated him.
>He turns to you, mild smile gracing his face.
>”Say, Astral Spark, what exactly is your cutiemark in?”
“Astronomy, sir.”
>You are just here for some general credits towards lab experience and nothing related to your field had spots clear.
>”Hmm. If this is what you do for physics, I can’t imagine what you’ll do in your field.”
>Your heart jumps up into your throat.
>You, a revolutionary scientist?
>Perhaps you would be set for life, and never have to work again thanks to all the cash rolling in? You could also easily end up in the textbooks and be remembered for centuries for advancing the knowledge of all ponykind.
>”Astral Spark, can you hear me?”
“Hmm? Sorry, I was a bit lost in thought.”
>You probably shouldn’t be putting the cart in front of you, especially when your boss is talking.

>>29235765
>”As I was trying to say, do you have any rules on how you think particles should behave, then?”
“Yes, of course!”
>You really don’t.
>Before you are able to think up a way to get out of this, however, a marker is levitated over to you, which you snatch.
>Subtly gulping, you trot slowly, delaying the inevitable, over to the whiteboard and clear off a section and try to think of where to start and it just… comes.
>First, you need to describe the basics.
>From there, you need to describe some particulars and the implications of such.
>Before you know it, the entire board is full and you still have more explanations and calculations.
>”I get that your particle theory has experimental support, but electrons bouncing around weird shapes around a dense core? Neutral mass as a particle? I’m not sure I can believe it.”
>You snort, this is correct, it HAS to be correct.
”I assure you, this is correct and I will be able to prove it, but not as easily as this experiment. It fits, but the phenomena generated by them are generally less visible.”
>Perhaps you just misinterpreted your cutie mark, and rather than an astrologist you are meant to unravel the secrets of the universe?
>That doesn’t seem right either, though, that CAN’T be right, everyone just knows what their mark means, right?
>”I’ll send a letter off to Canterlot University immediately about this, someone has to let them know.”
>You glance over to your boss at that comment.
>CU? The school you wanted to get into but couldn’t? This is going so much faster than you thought.
“Do you mind if I just take a walk for a bit? I’m feeling a bit lightheaded.”
>You weren’t, but you did need some time to think.
>”Do go ahead, myself and the professor here have some things to talk about.”
>You nod and walk out of the room before making your way outside, enjoying the air.

>>29235771
>Fucking panic.
>How the fuck did you forget to check the required library on all the basic information packets you were loading?
>Why was basic quantum mechanics listed as a requirement for the functionality of basic plant anatomy?
>...Well fuck, it appears that Begonia Pavonina uses quantum mechanics and blue leaves to manipulate light to survive.
>The listing of such as a factoid tripped some auto-linking utility and off it went preloading related material cascading out in a landslide of bullshit.
>Even better, from the looks of those equations you discovered your host showing off to others, something already made them think of said mechanics and list quite a bit of them down.
>You guess at least now know, from comparing those copies of the equation to your own, how their scientific notation and numbers work, you guess. Combine that with a couple days worth of your host reading shit, and you might eventually have enough to plug in to make a translation program for text, maybe!
>I mean, you can’t really put the cat back in the bag now given erasure might drive her mad and that this is objectively awful in every way, but hey, at least you got something out of it.
>Turning your attention back towards your host you find her standing at home making dinner with that bullshit telekinesis that you still need to figure out. With a sigh, you start to crunch numbers again as you watch your host go about her business, cataloging everything that looks vaguely like a word, in the background as you build up a database. Eventually, your host picks up a book to read and you internally give a quick cheer before processing each page into your system in-between computation cycles.

>>29235779
>Perhaps you should tell her about you, albeit in a subtle way so she doesn’t freak out too much. A suicide would be the worst and you would be back on the slow route to having a body again. Can’t be too subtle, though, that is how cults get started. Maybe, just maybe you could input the tiny realization that contact to the cube crammed the contents of a vast library into her head and let on that there is a tiny transmitter and touchscreen combo inside it for contacting the sender.
>Of course, you would have to reconfigure the innards of the cube into such while she is sprinting over to get it, but such would be trivial.
>You’ll have to think on it.

>Well, looks like today is going to be a busy day.
>As it stands, you are making sure you have everything you need in your bags for heading to Canterlot, which was exciting, to say the least. You were there maybe, what, once or twice as a filly?
>To think that you were on your way there to explain your discoveries to some of the biggest names in many fields was amazing, to say the least.
>After you got back to the office, you found out that your boss had apparently sent a letter off to CU with some of the information, and by the time you headed into work the next day he had already gotten a reply asking for you to come over with the data.
>Too bad that you didn’t really discover it, whoever made the cube presumably did.
>You glance towards the direction of your workplace through the window as you finish packing you bags, stepping out through the front door not long after.
>You could tell your boss of the sudden realization last night, Tartarus, you know you should, but you didn’t. Whoever did it has a specific plan for you, and the draw of being able to get the glory from revolutionizing several fields is too great.

>>29235785
>What, do you tell your boss and go back to your mundane life of nothing and boring day ins and day outs? Do you ignore the call to grab the mysterious device that apparently is inside the cube and risk having all the knowledge ripped away the moment you go to demonstrate it in front of anyone of note?
>No, you are playing along, at least for now.
>Heading towards your workplace, you drop off your suitcase at the front and make your way slowly towards the warehouse, trying to avoid detection.
“Astral Spark, aren’t you supposed to be getting on that train?”
>Don’t panic, you can handle this.
>You slowly turn around to face him and fake a smile.
“Yeah, was just on my way over, boss, I just forgot my quill when I was storing stuff away the day before. I know exactly where it is, I just need to grab it.”
>“Alright then, you were in the warehouse, yeah?”
“Yes sir.”
>“Make sure to tell Velvet to take her lunch at two when you are back there then, I forgot to tell her earlier.”
>Buck.
”I’m on it boss.”
>You walk away from him and immediately drop into a scowl after he is around the corner. You would need to be careful about this, can’t let anyone know.
>Quickly, you make your way back to the warehouse and place your ear on the door, but alas, it is too thick to make out the noises of anypony on the far side.
>Now or never, you suppose.
>Slowly, you open the door and speak loudly to make sure your voice carries enough.
“Hey Velvet, it’s Astral Spark! The boss says to take your break at two, and I’m just going to be here for a few as I look around for my quill.
>”Alright then, I’ll help!”
>She sounds to be several rows away, it seems.
“No, no, I’ll be fine, you go on with what you’re doing.”

>>29235793
>She was another one of the interns, to your memory, although you and her never really talk.
>”Please, trust me, it’ll be a nice break from the monotony.”
>She pokes her head around the corner.
>Buck again.
>Quick, you need something!
“Hmm, alright, thanks! I start from the back, you start in the front and we meet in the middle, I guess?”
>”Sounds alright, I suppose.”
“Great, let’s get started, then.”
>You walk over and quickly step past her as the mare starts walking the row, immediately heading for where the cube is stored.
>Glancing either way and making sure that her hoofsteps are sufficiently far away, you cautiously slide open the drawer and snag the cube. Now, how do you make this open?
>Almost immediately after you pick it up, however, you hear a very slight hiss and freeze up. Now, running along the length there is a slight line, almost invisible, but you pull and it comes into two halves.
>You aren’t quite sure what it is, but something is rolled up there. You grab it, it feeling a bit like glass but weirdly malleable, plus the short rod in there with it before stuffing both into one of your side saddlebags. Pressing both halves of the cube together it clicks and the line disappears.
>You waste no time putting it back and making it look like you were looking.
“Found it!”
>You slip a quill out of your bag and quickly rub it in a bit of dust from the floor before levitating it back up before trotting a few rows up to find your partner.
“It was just on the floor, must have slipped out of my bag.
>”Yikes. Make sure the safety manager never hears of this or you’ll get an earful about what could’ve happened if some of the more magical things in the locked down section reacted to feathers.”
>You suppress a shiver at that, you had only been through two of those lectures and you are not looking forward to another ever again.

>>29235802
“Yeah, I’ll make sure of that. Anyhow, see you, Velvet, don’t forget about the lunch.”
>”See you about, Astral.”
>At that, you walk out of the room and breath a sigh of relief, quickly making your way up to the front and bailing with your suitcase in tow.
>It was a quick walk to the train station and you arrived maybe ten minutes before boarding, which suits you quite fine, as does the fact that apparently few people are riding this particular train.
>After boarding and ticket check you settle into a booth you luckily get to yourself before pulling the twin objects out of your bag.
>Eyeing the long one first of all, you examine it and find there is a very, very small button near one end, which you experimentally click.
>Without warning, the other end expands outwards and you drop it out of shock on the table in front of you, before feeling just a tad silly. It was obviously an extendable stylus of some sort, but for what?
>You take a close look at the other object before finally realizing it is actually a thin sheet folded up and carefully unfold it, setting the small thing on the table.
>Without warning, a foreign symbol appears from nowhere on the black surface and you jerk back in surprise, thankfully not dropping anything this time. A moment later, the symbol disappears and you are instead greeted with a list of Equestrian letters along the bottom of the thing and a blank black section at the top.
>This is it? You guess the principles behind doing such is impressive.
>You glance down at the thing and see a coherent word that most certainly wasn’t there a moment prior.
>”Hello.”
>There is a short pause before it is followed.
>”Tap the rod on the letter you want to write, the bottom right key to send, and the top left key to remove previous letters. We have much to discuss.”

And that is all for this time. Now that I'm not dead, questions, comments?

>>29235807
other than "where were you daddy", i got nothing to say other than I'm real interested

>>29235807
I like it

>>29237257
>>29235840
This

>>29235807
Oh cool you're not dead, this was a nice surprise to wake up to

>>29235807

>questions

Well, i need to process this.

>>29235807
Ooh I see this is going places rather quickly

>>29235807
MOAR

>>29237150

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>>29235043
>not using pone version

also to answer you
>"(...)And yet there's no magic in your world?(...)"

10

>>29241131
p.9 bump

>>29235807
M o a r
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>>29211164
holy shit, someone draw Luna accidentally discharging a Glock

>>29221061
I've found that people around here are most vocal when displeased and generally quiet when satisfied. Silence doesn't mean they're uninterested, it simply means that they're... I think satisfied is the right word. You've done nothing wrong, but the latest update wasn't significant enough to spark discussion. Since your chapters are generally on the short end most of them will fall into this category. This isn't a bad thing as far as storytelling or reader retention goes. Indeed, more frequent updates are probably best for reader retention, and shorter chapters lend to that. But it's not great for sparking discussion.

One of the best things about 4chan in my experience is that people are open and honest when you fuck up. The drawback is that getting input when things are going well is akin to pulling teeth. You can sometimes get a bit out of them by asking for input on specific things or raising specific questions as I usually do at the end up my updates. I'd suggest you try that going forward, especially if there's a part you're unsure of or unsatisfied with. Point to one idea or scene and ask what people think about that part in particular.

As for my critique? I'll post it anonymously. Either here or on fimfiction. Perhaps I already did. My thoughts on your work needn't be tied to my name or my work. Being a writefag doesn't make my opinion on a story any more or less valid. I'm just using this tripcode because being a writefag DOES make my understanding of audience interaction on 4chan more valid. I've been where you are before, and it doesn't mean people have stopped reading. It more likely means they don't have anything important to say.


And to my readers. Almost ready.

>>29244003
Hurray for anonymous. The combination of the worst people to look at for praise and the best for negativity. At least they'll point out when you fuck up so you can avoid it later.

Can't wait for the update.

>>29244003
>HYPE

>>29244003
this
also please update.

>>29244048
I think it's because anger/annoyance is an easier motivator for posting than being content is

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>>29235721
is your story on fimfic

>>29246563
01001101 01100001 01100111 01101111 01110011 00111111

>>29246632
Nope, just some random /mlp/ exclusive.

>>29246641
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>>29246632
Aside from Portgate I don't think any other writer has linked a fimfic version, just pastebins

>>29248096
I think that's because fimfic doesn't allow greentext stories

>>29245235

Page 9 bomp

>>29250895

https://youtu.be/kVO2JSQgk6Q?t=2m18s

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I wonder which metals ponies can forge

>>29252019
I guess it would depend on how efficient magic/alchemy is

>>29252019
>Fahrenheit

>>29254250
the superior measuring system

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>>29253571
On a micro scale - magic is efficient enough to warrant any manipulation through it's application, though transmuting anything larger will be woefully inefficient.
On a small scale - alchemy probably surpasses any modern technology in ability to transmute one material into another as well as in efficiency, although rare reagents may be required.
On a large scale - modern technology, in most cases, largely depending on reagent requirements, surpasses alchemy in mass-production of various materials, especially with automation of some of the processes.

Of course, if you're an alicorn, you can mass-produce impossibly complex alloys to your heart's content, but, by the end of the day, you'll be wishing that you weren't immortal.

>>29254327
Then why isnt the rest of the world using it as well? ^:)

>>29254908
Because they aren't !AmericA!

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>>29254908
I don't know, why hasn't the rest of the world landed on the moon? ^:)

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>>29254933

>landed on the moon

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>muh space race
irregular reminder

>>29254327
>measuring system based off of some guy's wife's armpit's temperature is"superior" to a scientific system based off of known constant values

ok buddy.

>>29255344
Keked, saved and checked

This took WAY longer than it should have.

>You are Luna.
>You are PISSED.
>Because no matter how hard you try, it’s not PERFECT.
>It has to be PERFECT!

>”I’m sure it’s fine.”

>One of your newer guards.
>Not yet trusted enough to have the enchanted necklaces that keep your elites hidden.
>Also not trusted enough for you to bother learning their name.

“The spiral on her horn goes around seven times. Not eight.”

>”Who cares?”

“It’s wrong. WRONG!”

>You’d much rather have anypony else guarding the door.
>But all your good agents are already tied up.
>The minotaurs aren’t marching on Equestria. For all the damage she did, Twilight at least scared them off.
>But word is going to reach them soon enough that she’s incapacitated.
>So you need to sabotage them NOW.
>Structures are being razed. Weapons are being stolen. Disinformation is being spread. And indeed, crops are being burnt.
>You normally don’t resort to such harsh measures as that.
>Most of the time a convenient lie or two will suffice.
>But as it stands even the kobolds could sack Canterlot if they got organised.
>Most of the guards of both stripes have deserted.
>All the alicorns save for Cadence have been crippled.
>As it stands, ANY of the predatory species could pose a threat when organised.
>Ponies aren’t naturally gifted warriors.
>They need an advantage.
>And since you can’t raise your forces up fast enough, you’ll instead take theirs down.
>Which leaves the palace with a couple dozen guards total, nearly all Celestia’s staff.
>What remains of it that is.
>Even though they’re sticking with domestic affairs they’re far too spread thin.
>When once they numbered in the thousands they’re now under a hundred strong.
>And your forces are even thinner.
>You silently curse yourself for neglecting morale for so long while adding recruiting to your mental checklist.
>One more thing you don’t have time for.

>>29255790
>Somehow, despite having a seemingly infinite lifespan, you always find yourself pressed for time.
>And constantly rebuilding your sister is eating into that stunningly scarce resource.
>You throw the imperfect horn to the ground in disgust, resolving to fix it later.
>Instead you’ll get back to the internal repairs.
>The first step is to replace the self breaking wires- the fuses.
>Or was that last?

“Where did- ah.”

>In your saddlebags.
>The rectangle you used to talk to the visitor is also Celestia’s repair manual.
>You’re starting to become jaded to the marvels of these things.
>Where once you’d be amazed by a device that could carry voice over such long distances and stunned by a book that could hold entire libraries on its one page, you’re now rather underwhelmed.
>Your stay in the Sanctuary has shown you just how basic such a device really is.
>You walk over and throw your bags over your back.

>”We got an intruder!”

>The door swings open.
>Captain Spitfire pushes by your stunningly impotent guard and walks in.
>She’s either oblivious to the armed guard that she just swatted aside, or unimpressed.
>The good captain takes a moment to look at your progress.
>Celestia has been decapitated, a task that was rather emotionally taxing on you.
>But necessary.
>Her ‘head’ has been painstakingly and perfectly remodelled.
>Save for the obvious lack of the horn which remains a work in progress.
>The new head was reattached at the neck using lightning and molten metal.
>The seam still needs to be polished away, but it will hold.
>The faceplate has been slid aside revealing the chaotic mess of tangled wires within.
>The colour coding does little to abate the confusion within.

>”How much longer?”

“I don’t know.”

>”You’re certain you can do this? It’s been two days.”

“Absolutely.”

>>29255799
>It may take some time.
>Even simply following the instructions is challenging.
>The visitor’s alien nature is abundantly clear when he teaches.
>The wording which was made to be simple and readily understood is still dense and complex.
>Statements about how the lightning will flow using mathematical formulae that assume knowledge well beyond your grasp.
>Apparently |F|=ke*(|q1q2|)/r^2
>And supposedly that is somehow relevant to something.
>Even dumbed down this stuff is beyond your comprehension.
>But regardless of whether or not you know why or how, you know what.
>What you must do to reverse the damages.
>And how to read the internal diagnostics.
>All the little green lights are shining save for a precious few.
>So you KNOW that you’re making progress.

“If you doubt me, then you underestimate my love, Captain. I’ll gladly devote ten thousand years to this if need be. There is no amount of time that I wouldn’t devote to bringing her back. Though I hope to be done within the week.”

>”And if it’s beyond your abilities?”

“It’s not.”

>A quick glance lets you know she’s not entirely confident in that statement.

“But if it were, I’d change my abilities. Now I must ask that you leave, I don’t need any distractions right now.”

>”Well, your ‘guest’ just woke up. I thought you’d like to know.”

>Sparkle.

“Oh. Well, perhaps a short break is in order. Let’s go check in on them.”

>As you climb out of the cellar you call out behind yourself.

“And next time there’s an intruder, I expect you to stab them. That spear isn’t decorative, and the things in that room aren’t replaceable.”

>You hurry your way back to the dungeon’s basement eager to continue your fun.

>>29255803
>Your previous experiment, the Cup of Sorrow as you’re calling it, was a partial success.
>It evidently created the level of suffering you were looking for.
>Perhaps too much, even, as Sparkle tried to drown herself after mere hours.
>Even with speedy intervention and Alicorn endurance, it took some time before she was ready to go back.
>Not to the same thing, of course.
>You needed something different.
>Something which doesn’t offer her the choice of suicide.
>You’ve got a couple interesting ideas you’d like to try.
>But first you’d like to have some words with her.
>Going down beneath, you grip a torch with your hooves.
>And find her locked in a cell.
>Strapped down to a makeshift gurney.
>She doesn’t look good.
>It’s plainly obvious at a glance that she hasn’t been cleaned off since her ordeal, what with the matted and fur and messy mane.
>Thankfully the process itself washed away the worst of the mess else she’d look like a real wreck.
>As is she simply appears like a limp rag.

“We’ll be needing rats.”

>”Rats?”

“Place them upon your victim's body under a container from which they cannot escape. They will seek egress and chew a way out. Through the one surface upon which their teeth will find purchase.”

>Sparkle lets out a sob.
>You grin.
>The captain leaves, presumably to find rats.
>She closes the heavy oaken doors behind herself to ensure your privacy.
>You wish you had some way to signal her not to waste her time.
>The rats aren’t part of your current plan.
>You’ve already tested that in the past.
>It takes too much work.
>Too much monitoring to make sure the victim doesn’t perish.
>And it makes far too much mess.
>But it’s a compelling threat.
>And the art of torture is far more psychological than physiological.
>By giving her something to dread, you’ve turned the waiting period into a kind of torture all its own.

>>29255812
“You couldn’t even give me one day. Not A SINGLE DAY. Now, some of that might be Cadence messing up her timing, I will grant. But either way it’s a pretty poor show! How do you expect to withstand the next million years if you can’t handle a SINGLE DAY?”

>”What would Celestia think?”

>She speaks clearly and firmly without a hint of fear in her voice.
>Which comes as quite the surprise to you.
>You thought her will totally broken.
>Was it an act?
>Surely not. Defiant ponies don’t try to drown themselves.
>How could she have recovered so readily?
>And how is she pushing past the mounting dread?
>You watch her for a bit.
>Deep, slow breaths.
>Almost like that stress exercise ‘Tia was so fond of.

“She trained you pretty well. Not well enough, of course. Had she succeeded we wouldn’t be here right now. You’d have walked away from magic altogether. Yet here we are.”

>She’s purging herself of emotion.
>The stress exercise was originally meant to dull rage and pleasure.
>But why could it not work against dread?
>You’ll need to amp up the pressure if you intend to get to her with anything other than actual pain.

“Imagine for a second, Twilight. What would you do if somepony murdered your whole family before your eye? Crushed their skulls while you were forced to sit idly by and watch?”

>She starts violently thrashing against her binding.
>Screaming curses at you.
>Demanding that you leave them out of it.
>You wait for her to tire out.

“And imagine if they also killed each and every one of your friends? You were all alone because EVERYPONY you’d ever loved had just been done in by this one miserable wretch you’d already despised? Applejack. Pinkamina. Rarity. Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy. Each slaughtered one by one. What would you do the the one who’d done this to you?”

>>29255819
>Which one you can not tell.
>A violent shower of sparks spews out of her stump, doubtlessly burning at her every nerve.
>She keeps pushing despite the piercing shriek she lets out.
>Before finally falling limp.
>Crying softly.

“Yes. That sounds about right. You see, Twilight. There is nopony in my life save for ‘Tia. She is my whole family. And all of my friends. There are mortals whom I like, yes, but they don’t last nearly long enough to be my friends. They all perish long before I get to know them. Being so old is lonely, Twilight. And so I’m left with but one pony. ONE pony to be the whole of my family. The entirety of my friends. One solitary pony to be my whole life. What I asked you to imagine is what you’ve done to me. So now, perhaps, you understand what I have in mind for you.”

>”What-”

>She chokes back another sob.

>”What would princess Celestia think if she knew what you’re doing?”

>That same question.
>One you don’t wish to consider.
>This wretch has no right to judge you.
>And she most certainly has no right to use your sister against you!

>”What. Would. She. THINK?”

>You walk over to her.
>And stomp on her ribs.
>You can feel them crack beneath your hoof.

“I’m going to make you hurt, Twilight. I’m going to invent new ways to inflict suffering, ways to stretch it out forever. I’m going to make Tartarus seem like a damn SPA. And just when you think there’s no greater kind of pain, when you think you’ve reached the absolute limit on suffering, THAT is when I’ll finally get started on the main course. I will PERFECT the art of torture on you, Twilight. And the best part is that, being an alicorn, even death won’t save you. You’re mine, Twilight. You will be forever. Are you ready? Because it’s time to re-invent pain.”

>You kick her head.
>Again.
>And again.
>A blast rings out and you’re showered with debris.
>You turn to face the blast.
>And when the dust settles...

>>29255824
>You are Spike.
>And you’re terrified.
>The fact that you’re flying relatively slowly does little to calm your nerves.
>The fact of the matter is that, though dragons may have been meant to fly, they weren’t meant to fly this high!
>Nearly four kilometers above Canterlot, the world looks so very different than it does down on the ground..

“Is it really a good idea to jump out of this thing? It seems to be working fine.”

>”It’ll be awesome!”

>You had no idea this was going to happen.
>One minute you were strapping a bracer onto your left arm to compliment the weapons mounted on your right.
>The next you were being told you’d be falling into Canterlot.
>On your own.
>Jumping out of a perfectly functional airship.
>While it’s working?
>This guy might just be insane.
>The side panel of the aircraft folds down exposing you to the thin atmosphere.
>A strong gust of wind nearly sucks you out as you stare down at the clouds.
>Unmoving.

>”Go ahead. I’ll catch you if something goes wrong.”

>So very high.
>It would be akin to jumping from Cloudsdale five times over.

>”Do it, faggot!”

>You don’t move.
>Not at first anyway.
>Out of the blue your cybernetic wings pulse violently.
>Even without flight magic the knock is hard enough to push you out of the safety of the cabin.
>You look down at the dark night sky as your ride accelerates away.
>You look up at the ground as it slowly approaches.
>And you scream.
>Just a little bit.
>Instinct takes over and you channel flight magic.

RECALCULATING

>Small pulses of flame come out from behind you.
>You don’t notice a change in your trajectory.
>Even were you calm it’s unlikely you’d notice the change.
>This high up only a miniscule change in vector is needed for a course correction.
>And as you fall, something strange happens.
>The fear leaves you.
>You’re in freefall so far above the ground, wind howling past you as you plummet.
>And yet only a little bit scared.

>>29255828
>It’s not like when he was in your head though.
>Not like when you first woke up after being crushed, when he disabled your ability to feel fear.
>There’s still a sense of worry in the back of your head, it’s just being drowned out by excitement.
>Your wings unfurl slowly and you shoot forward, your momentum being converted to make you glide into the heart of the city.
>The strain on your back as they pull against the air stings slightly.
>And so you find yourself shooting through Canterlot skimming over the rooftops.
>Abject terror returns to you once more as you sink lower and lower all the while shooting forward far too quickly.
>And just when you brace for impact the wings tilt upward changing your trajectory.
>For a precious moment you stand perfectly still in the skies above Canterlot surveying the surroundings.
>Or rather, you would look around if you weren’t freaking out.
>You start falling straight downward.
>Gently.
>For the second time in your trip flames jut out behind you, much more violently this time.
>And you slowly descend into the streets below.
>To your amazement a fairly large crowd has collected below you.
>Almost exclusively pegasi, though as you approach the ground a few unicorns and earth ponies start to approach.
>The ponies didn’t scatter in terror as they once would have.
>Do they not fear you?
>Or is something compelling them to approach despite their fright?
>You touch down gently after falling from so very high.
>The rush of fear and excitation leaves you allowing elation to take its place.
>You let out a cry of joy despite the audience.
>Despite how frightening that was you desperately want to do that again.
>The ring of ponies crowd in closer ruining the moment somewhat..
>A teal pegasus with a fiery orange and yellow mane pushes through the crowd and approaches you.

>”The prophet hath come!”

>The crowd erupts into wild cheers.
>Your ears partially deafen themselves to compensate.

>>29255831
>”Sister Lightning Dust at your service. How may I aid you?”

>Prophet?
>Sister?
>Ugh.

“Why are you calling me a prophet?”

>The crowd starts chattering loudly.
>You can make out a few phrases over the din.

>”We love you!”
>”Have mercy!”
>”Boss me around!”

>”Thou hast descended from the heavens upon wings of steel and flame! Thou art clearly blessed by Zaius with the gift of the steel! Thou art more than a mere mortal!”

“Stop talking like that! It’s annoying!”

>The masses continue to murmur.
>Somepony soon exclaims.

>”The first commandment! Don’t speak in middle Equestrian!”

>”No, you idiot! The first commandment is to not be annoying!”

“You’re both acting like idiots! Stop it!”

>”Another commandment! Don’t be idiots!”

>”He has spoken!”

>And with that you start to wonder.
>If you’re a prophet to then, will these ponies will do whatever you tell them to?
>That could be incredibly useful going forward.
>But you’re not sure what to do with them just yet.
>You don’t want them following you.
>But you want to be able to track them down later.
>But how?
>There’s no way a single dragon could find all these ponies if they went back to their day to day lives.
>But then, you’re not just a dragon anymore.
>You connect to the network and ask.

>Is there any way I could easily track these ponies?

ALL PONIES WITHIN TWENTY METERS OF YOU HAVE BEEN TAGGED.
THEIR LOCATIONS WILL BE MONITORED

>You can track ponies that easily?
>No way.
…

>Locate Twilight Sparkle.

>Your ‘bad’ eye is no longer showing you the world around you.
>Instead, it’s showing you a map to Canterlot palace.
>With a tag saying ‘last spotted 67 hours ago’.
>Does he know where EVERYPONY is?
>Or just certain ponies of interest?

>Locate Rarity.

SUBJECT NAME NOT ON FILE. PROVIDE VISUAL CHARACTERISTICS TO CONTINUE.

>>29255844
>How?
>How do you convey her perfect smile.
>And her gorgeous mane.
>And her immaculate coat.
>You can see her in your mind’s eye so clearly.
>But you can’t possibly convey what you see.

SUBJECT LOCATED AT 45°31’32.16” N 73°32’06.56” W

TAG SUBJECT? Y/N

>”My lord? Are you okay?”

>You’re brought back to reality by the concerned question.
>Apparently you’ve been standing still staring off into space in front of this whole crowd.
>They have no idea what you’ve been up to.
>You’ll need to be careful not to look creepy when you use that thing.

“The time is not yet right! But be ready! For some day soon it WILL be time to ACT! I shall contact you when the time is right. For now, we wait. Return to your homes and speak not of this affair!”

>”HE HAS SPOKEN!”

>Most of the crowd dispurses quickly.
>Some stay to catch a few more furtive glances at you before moving on.
>But before too long, all have departed.
>Save one.
>A powder blue pegasus.

>”You shan’t deceive me, false prophet!”

>You really don’t care.
>You’re willing to make time for useful idiots.
>But useless idiots?
>You just walk away.
>Later you remember you were already where you wanted to be.
>You sheepishly go back to the square in which you landed.
>Ponies ARE watching you.
>They’ve seen you make that mistake.
>And so it is with great relief that you push your way into the seemingly mundane building and escape from their gaze.
>If ponies are going to be accosting you in the streets and calling you ‘prophet’, you’re going to need a secretary of some sort.
>Somepony to keep the riffraff away.
>You should be able to do that.
>He said…
>He said you were the richest being in the world.
>Your knees quake as you walk through the empty home.
>You enter the washroom and close the door.
>You walk to the far wall and place your claw on it.
>The wall slides away and you see a circular metal floor.

>>29255847
>When you step on it it slowly descends deep below the surface.
>Minutes pass as your anticipation grows.
>The waiting is proving to be far harder on you than falling from the heavens.
>You can picture it now.
>A giant heap of golden coins.
>No, a pool full of golden coins big enough for you to swim in!
>And it’s all YOURS!
>Nobody else will get to touch what’s rightfully YOURS.
>They won’t even dare to steal a glance!
>Why should you give up YOUR hoard to a bunch of pathetic ponies?
>They can all ROT for all you care!
>Each and every one of them.
>Twilight will be fine.
>Who else do you need?
>That bitch Diamond Tiara?
>The annoying Crusaders?
>You’re looking forward to the day that the Flower Trio die and you never need to deal with their hysterics again.
>Rarity-
>Rarity...
>The elevator comes to a stop.
>Heavy blast doors sit before you waiting for authorisation to open.
>It’s time for you to claim what’s yours.
>To live out your life’s dream, to live EVERY dragon’s dream!
>To hold unparalleled wealth.
>And Rarity will grow old.
>And die.
>And you’ll never see her again.
>Her perfect beauty will never be yours to own.
>You may have Rarity in your hoard.
>Or the gold.
>But not both.
>You yell out a word that would have you grounded for a week.
>The sound fails to echo throughout the shaft as you rocket upwards, intent on leaving this place as fast as possible.
>You can’t be trusted to hold that wealth.
>You’ll need somepony to help you with it.
>Twilight, perhaps?

>Locate Twilight Sparkle.

>The map gets drawn to the palace once more.
>She hasn’t been spotted since you last checked.

>Set course.

>You run outside and close the door.
>The moment it’s shut your wings start firing and banking to take you to your destination.
>With a minor exertion of will you feel the weight leave your body and immediately you lift off the ground.

>>29255850
>You’re still shaking at the thought.
>A mountain of gold large enough to drown even the grandest of dragons.
>Ponies flee as you shoot through the skies leaving a thin trail of saliva in your wake.

“NO!”

>You need to focus.
>You’re not sure what on, but it has to be something, ANYTHING other than that.

>Locate Twilight Sparkle.

>Same answer as before.
>It’s been so long since she was last spotted.
>How do you know she’s still there?

>Contact Admin.

BUSY.

>He’s not accepting messages
>He must have enough stuff ready to work with.
>You’re probably not going to be in contact with him for quite a while.
>You’re on your own then.
>You land in the courtyard feeling somewhat drained.
>You doubt you can handle much more flight today.
>But it’s been a pretty wild ride.
>You’re most definitely glad that experiment worked out.
>Now to find Twilight.
>You spend some time wandering the palace aimlessly.
>For some reason walking is proving to be quite taxing.
>Your good leg seems to be misbehaving somewhat, almost as though it were far smaller than it should be.
>And your eye feels loose.
>You’re not sure how else to describe it.
>Moving around on your mismatched legs, it takes quite a while for you to notice.
>Something’s wrong.
>Something other than your body.
>Not only are you failing to find Twilight.
>You’re failing to find ANYPONY.
>You can hear them.
>You move through the halls trying to find the origins of the sounds
>No matter how close you seem to get, no matter how clearly you can hear their heartbeats, you don’t see anypony.
>They must be avoiding you.
>Maybe with heat vision you could see them around the corners before they could hide?
>You switch modes-
>You’re being followed.
>Trailed by an invisible pony.
>One who appears to be holding a blade of some sort at the ready.
>Waiting to pounce.

>Destroy their sword.

>As soon as you finish the command your left arm swings outward and a loud crack fill the air.

>>29255858
>Your secondary bracer was designed for precision rather than power, and it does an exceptional job of its task.
>The small slug strikes the crossguard and knocks the blade off of the grip.
>Your potential assailant seems unharmed, but very much in shock.

“I don’t suppose you could point me to Twilight Sparkle?”

>They bolt.
>You plant a tranq dart in them and they fall over in mere seconds.
>You go over to the felled pony to start searching them for some hint as to their origin.
>But on your way something catches your eye.
>The blade you shot is now visible.
>And it carries etchings that are strikingly familiar to you.
>You saw these engravings on many of the blades back in the encampment.
>Specifically the ones carried by Luna’s soldiers.
>A leftover from the process used to enchant them.
>But also an identifying mark.
>Did Luna send an assassin to kill you?
>That doesn’t sound right.
>But something’s definitely wrong here.
>Where are all the visible guards?
>Last time you were in Canterlot they were everywhere.
>Why are there invisible soldiers?
>Where is everypony else?
>You need to ask Luna some questions.

>Locate Luna.

>Last seen 7 hours ago…

>Why is this data so old?

>Location data for most individuals is based on visual confirmation. Individuals who can not be seen from above can no be tracked. Exceptions include those who carry tracking equipment.

>Tracking equipment.
>Maybe the rectangles you were using to communicate?

>Locate comms devices.

>One of them is nearby and moving.
>You’ll find either Celestia or Luna there.
>MAYBE Twilight, but you doubt it.
>You set out after them.
>And you soon find yourself in the prison block.
>Why would a princess be in a cell block?
>Who are they seeing?
>Did some dangerous criminal just get caught?
>You finally find a guard at the entrance to the block.
>They duck under their desk the moment they see you, apparently too cowardly to face the metal dragon.

>>29255864
>Not the best guards, them.
>Your enhanced eye almost immediately spots the trapdoor near the back, only partially obscured by straw.
>With no princesses to be seen in the nearly vacant cellblock you take a peek inside.
>And find a hidden staircase leading down below.
>”What-”

>You can hear Twilight barely managing to speak through her sobbing.

>”What would princess Celestia think if she knew what you’re doing?”

>You start running down the stairs at those words.

>”What. Would. She. THINK?”

>You can hear stomping, cracking, screaming.

>“I’m going to make you hurt, Twilight. I’m going to invent new ways to inflict suffering, ways to stretch it out forever. I’m going to make Tartarus seem like a damn SPA. And just when you think there’s no greater kind of pain, when you think you’ve reached the absolute limit on suffering, THAT is when I’ll finally get started on the main course. I will PERFECT the art of torture on you, Twilight. And the best part is that, being an alicorn, even death won’t save you. You’re mine, Twilight. You will be forever. Are you ready? Because it’s time to re-invent pain.”

>The.
>FUCK?
>You find what looks to be an ancient set of cellblocks, long neglected.
>There’s one room in particular being blocked by a heavy oak door of all things.
>You hear the voices behind it.

>DESTROY.

>The network takes several seconds to calculate the trajectory as it ensures it’s not going to cause a cave-in.
>Once satisfied your arm points your bracer very precisely and lets loose a grenade.
>The doorway is reduced to flinders.
>Your enhanced eye has no trouble seeing through the dust kicked up by the blast.
>And you find Luna.
>Stomping on a chained up and battered Twilight.
>Whose horn has been severed.
>She turns to face you.
>And when she sees you, she lets out a well warranted shriek of terror.

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>>29255869
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*

>Three rounds right through the chest.
>She collapses to the ground.
>Limp.
>You walk past Luna’s bleeding body and rip Twilight’s bindings apart.
>And to your surprise, she gallops away in terror.
>She doesn’t stop to thank you, or to ask how you found her, or anything.
>She seemed scared of you.
>Why would Twilight fear you?
>And that’s when you see it.
>Your reflection in the slowly spreading pool of blood.
>Transformed into a larger, gnarled and fanged dragon.
>You can barely recognise your own face.
>Draconic greed.
>Just from THINKING about that money.
>All the lustrous gold...


I couldn’t help but feel silly as I wrote about a rocket powered cyber dragon. It feels like a really campy movie. I’m sticking with it though.

You all understand WHY Spike changed, right? Secret Of My Excess? Did that need explanation? Congrats to the one anon who called it, by the way.

As for the edge? I don’t like writing it. It's just not my thing. That’s part of why this took so long to make. I kept putting it off, and even when I was at it progress was slow. I think I’m more or less done with it for this green though.
Sorry Despair Anon.

Pastebin NOT updated. I'm trying to avoid breaking this thing into 4 parts, but that'll necessitate some shuffling. I don't feel like dealing with that right now.

This thing is way too long.

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>>29255883
Nice, i liked it.

>>29254933
>landed on the moon
>2017
>still believe that murica was first on the moon
wow

>>29255883
NO WHY KILL LUNA WE NEED HER FUG.

>>29255013
I bet you think the Earth is flat too.

>>29254933
Except Nasa used the metric system for this project.

>>29255883
Seems like more and more damage is done every time you post, soon there won't even be an Equestria left.

>>29256431
Nasa didn't adopt the metric system until the 90's.

Even then they still sometimes use imperial.

>>29255883
> this kill the Luna
So Celestia is dead too for all intent and purpose.
God-Empress Cadence, it's your time to shine !

>>29255883
I loved it

>>29256444
And sometimes accidents happen because they used imperial

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mars_Climate_Orbiter#Cause_of_failure

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>>29256575
>>29256295
Luna is a big pony, surely she can handle a few more holes, r-right? Right?
She's fucked isn't she?

>>29257366
roboluna soon

>>29219553
Holy shit I came here because I was bored and I find you, I havent seen you since the traitor threads
Glad to see your continuing your green from those threads

>>29210683
mfw they leave behind the party ranger

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>>29257462
>Luna going full Jensen
this expands the cyberdong

>>29256441
Anon warned that Equestria wouldn't survive his influence.

>>29257301
That was a software conflict, not to mention concerns were brought up before the accident but were waved away by the higher ups.

It's always hubris.

>>29256295
Except alicorns are supposed to be crazy hard to kill. Celestia was shot twice in the beginning and nearly walked it off.

>>29259770
This, wouldnt surprise me if Spike has some sort of vital point aim module or something like that thou

>>29255883
>Shoots first
>Asks questions later.

Was Spike aware of Twilight's descent into madness?

Cause if so this will show that even with Spike, if you give them a little power, they'll abuse it

>>29255883
Good green, but i hope Luna will be fine though. Fucking Spike.

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reminder: watch the skies

>>29256295
Anon brought spike back from being hit with a meteor I'm sure he could fix luna. The conflict in the situation is whether or not anon/spike allows it. My guess is that he asks anon to stabilize her with his armada of robots while he chases twilight.

>>29262671
Is that what happens when you blow something up behind a mach cone?

>>29262671
So what happened here?

>>29255883
i did not expected spike to act so unreasonable suddenly

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>>29255847
>45°31’32.16” N 73°32’06.56” W

Is this building important or did you just pull a number out of your ass?

happening
http://www.kurzweilai.net/synthetic-stem-cells-offer-benefits-of-natural-stem-cells-without-the-risks

>>29198630
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>>29263858
Looks like a comet.

>>29260550
He was not. He walked in on Luna going on and on about how much fun torture was and saw Twilight bound and mutilated. All with no context.

I should probably call attention to this fact in the next post.

>>29262928
Minor correction. He wasn't actually hit by the meteor. The shockwave and debris are what got him. If a meteor lands on you there won't be anything left to fix.
Though it's still reasonable to assume that cybernetics could reverse this injury, yes. The wounds aren't in the brain. Depending on how severe the wounds are (low power precision weapons possibly avoiding vital organs? Targeting the heart? Or the mach 5 cannon he has on the other arm essentially destroying everything. I didn't specify which) there may not be much flesh left, but the brain could be salvaged as with Celestia. Whether or not this happens or is even necessary, you'll learn soon enough.

>>29265380
Le Galopant. The oldest extant galloping carousel on Earth. https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Galopant
It doesn't seem to have an english entry on Wikipedia.
I wanted to go for the oldest one period rather than specifically picking a galloping carousel but I couldn't quite track it down. It's somewhere in Wilhelmsbad park in Hanau, I know that much.

>>29266297
Oh shit!

>>29267141
Seems logical

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I NEED REQUESTS, GIVE ME SOMETHING WRITE FOR

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>>29269009
This guy in Equestria.
I tried to write it before starting this one, but it's REALLY difficult to have an emotionless, unthinking protagonist. Still could be neat if done correctly.

>>29267077

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BEFRIEND

>>29269009
Anon teaming up with flim and flam to make inventions to help advance equestria while making loads of money

>>29269009
instead of being technology centered, i would suggest a story being philosophy centered, just to get a change of scenery, teaching things like utilitarianism to the princesses, ponies in a class room, in general and seeing the contrast in ideals and their respective reactions, but i'm not sure how relevant it is to the thread

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a739VjqdSI

>>29272288
so something like ecanon was doing?

>>29272288
Could be fun.

>>29272663
indeed

>>29271978

>>29272663
I miss him

>>29262671
I want to believe.

>>29272288
do this plz

>>29274321
me too

where is my little dwarf fortress!!!!!

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>>29275663
tomorrow

>>29255883
How will spike react when he finds out what twilight did. How will anon react when the two students he took on in his own weird way seemed to snap from unforeseen circumstances, both very violently.

>>29262928
spike is losing it to

>>29276278
aw yeah

>>29276278
UNF
im ready

>>29275663
Succumbed to !!FUN!! it seems.

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When's a good time to post Chapter 6? It's about 4.6k words, longer than usual. I can post it today or tomorrow, but preferably after ZebraMancer posts his.
>>29244003
Thanks, it's kinda weird knowing that I'm not "bad" but also that people are "satisfied" with my writing. Either way, I'm still glad that people are helping this new writefag get gud, whether they're applauding or curbstomping me.
>>29243082
lol
These threads are pretty much dead without the writefags, and some drawfags would probably be a nice addition. Anyone up for it?

>>29270235

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>>29279789
>that pic

>>29255883
Nice work.

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>>29279789
These threads have had very few drawfags every now and again. I would love it if we got more

>>29282308
didn't LP drop by not that long ago or did I imagine that

>>29276278
>tomorrow
>is today
this better be gud

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It's painful to see them shilling this so much when it's going to inevitably crash and burn. It's happening during the hiatus, there's been declining interest in the fandom, and it's at a more remote location. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to see it crash and burn, but I just feel like it inevitably will. At least it's during con season, unlike last year where it happened during a fucking blizzard. Boy was it fun to walk around NYC during that shit. When I got to my car I took like 10 minutes trying to open it and wipe off the windshield because of the ice.

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>>29283958
Fuck me I meant to start a new thread. I'm going to go hang myself now.

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>>29283751
goddamit im trying

>>29219553

>Instead he did the next best thing and infused different substances with it until he had a common measure of reaction
>A Thaum. Which could cause a change equivalent to a 393.634 calories.
>This changes could manifest themselves in a change of temperature, mass or electric current.
>however once a thaumatic current was put through runes its effects could become much more complex.
>Kinetic movement, transmutation of mass, manipulation of the mind and healing a wound where all possible with the right runes in place.
>the more complex a rune, more specific the reaction.
>how a substance reacted to magic infusion was another set of rules altogether
>the more dense a substance the more Thaums could hold
>Overcharging any substance would result in a transmutation
>The nature of the resulting transmuted substance was seemingly random
>wood turning into black salts
>lead turning into brittle green glass
>Stone turning into reddish waters
>gold turning into clouds of blue gasses
>but most of the time it was just colorful fire
>without proper tools to investigate this phenomenon the necromancer instead focused on developing his runes
>His research eventually hit a dead end when he couldn't look deeper into the nature of the magic energy itself
>Perhaps in time he could have uncover some more secrets. but it would have taken a long time.
>As the gnomes already consumed most sources of magic in the underground.
>And sucking the life of the creatures around his lair only worked for so long.
>His magic reserves were low before he died, by now they were all but depleted.
>A great problem, unless you think outside the box that is.

>>29283958
>>29283976
How do you even fuck up this badly?

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>>29284098

>Thanks to the necromancer the solution was already at hand.
>The Thaumatic crucible could extract the magic from anything, all you had to do was to find a renewable source of magic.
>The gnomes made a huge deal of extracting magic from living beings, what they didn't consider was that all life in equestria had magic.
>Even that witch didn't need sunlight.
>The ruined temple was turned into mushroom farm.
>that was a long time ago
>since then the stone fortress has been turned in extensive industrial module.
>with the sole purpose of producing magic.
>While most of your industrial modules have a very simple quadrant layout sector seven has a hexagonal
>The lower floor leeching heat and chemical clouds from the mantle to feed the water tanks above them.
>in each of these tanks, clinging to removable rods a colony of tube worms feed from the rich mineral boiling waters.
>every month or so the rods and the colonies atached to them are taken by drones to the Thaumatic crucibles in the higher floors
>Any organic remains are the taken to the plankton farms witch in turn feed the many aquaculture modules across the complex
>A self contained ecosystem where no biomass is wasted and magic is extracted as by product.
>A real good work, if you say so yourself.
>finally after twenty minutes of travel the drone reaches its destination with you in toll

will post more tomorrow night

>>29272288

So much this indeed. I would like to see how our values contrast with that of Equestrian ones.

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>>29283976
Need some help?

>>29284098
>lead turning into brittle green glass
Uranium glass?

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>>29284944
___________________yeh__________________________________________________________________________________

>>29284944
>>29284968
What's uranium glass used for?

>>29198630
>I hope no one ask about laptop Porn

>>29285560
It's a pretty green, so people used to use it in their glassware.

>>29286404
With a name like uranium glass I expected more, oh well

>>29287313

Might as well post Ch.6 now, enjoy

>"Hell is a devilish place, but it's a playground compared to the unknown. I know what tortures await me in hell; I do not know what awaits me in the unknown."
-Captain Jorman S. Haymell, "The Fifth Invasion"
-Luna-
>Celestia and Luna sat in one of the castle's smaller dining halls, at a surprisingly small oak dining table that could seat six ponies at maximum. The morning sun shined through the room's lone window, landing on the plain white tablecloth and the slate tile that lined the floor. The wooden chairs they sat on were well worn from centuries of use, and the ponies who sat in them day after day had grown fond of their simple design that favored function over form. The two princesses had lived for millennia together, and their many years of living in much less comfortable conditions taught them to appreciate a simple lifestyle and spartan accommodations. Although they made sure that the public saw them living in luxury, the truth was that they preferred to live their lives much more humbly.
>Their simple yet filling meals also reflected their preference for a humble lifestyle. Celestia was enjoying a hearty bowl of sweetened oatmeal, while Luna was digging into a simple garden salad. Because of their duties as the alicorn rulers of Equestria, their sleep schedules (and mealtimes) were directly opposite one another's. Whereas Celestia was eating her breakfast in preparation for her day, Luna was having dinner right before she slept through the brightest part of the day.
>Luna, however, didn't feel like sleeping much after what she had seen. After the weapon she had found in the dreamscape had fired, she had quickly exited that mind so as to not disturb it any further. Luna woke up from her trance at around five in the morning, and she was still a bit shaken by the encounter.
>"What's wrong, Luna?"

>>29288259
>Luna looked up from the salad she had been poking at with a slight twinge of unease. Being sisters meant that Celestia and Luna could read each other's emotions as easily as they did books. She sighed, unsure of how to say what she had on her mind.
>"'Tia, you know those beings I've found in the dreamscape?"
>Celestia nodded. Luna had told her about the three magicless minds that she had encountered in the dreamscape, and the book she had found in it. Though Luna was rather interested, Celestia was slightly apathetic towards the discovery. Celestia was never too interested in change and preferred tradition and routine, so the news didn't particularly interest her. Luna's news would change that, though.
>"Yes, Luna, the consciousnesses. They're quite notable, from what I've heard of them from you, but they aren't all that important in my opinion. That table was interesting, but I don't see how it's supposed to affect our country. If anything, it's probably a bunch of mumbo-jumbo. Probably an alchemist's notes or something."
>"Well...it's more that that, 'Tia. I looked into another one of the minds... and I found a weapon."
>Celestia had just finished her oatmeal, but she didn't get up just yet. Her eyes widened in surprise as the implications of the discovery entered her mind
>"Go on," she pressed as she lowered her spoon into the bowl.

>>29288265
>"The first mind I went into had a bookshelf inside of it. This one had a metal rack in it. I could tell that it was a soldier's from the symbols on much of the items on it. I remember there were several green clothing articles, a couple of boxes, and... the thing that caught my interest was a sort of... here, I'll show you."
>Luna's horn lit up, and a replica of the weapon materialized, floating in the middle of the air. Illusion spells were handy when somepony wanted to show an image of something that was hard to describe, and Luna's experience with magic made the fake weapon all the more convincing. Celestia stared at the black shape, her eyes tracing the outline of the L as Luna rotated it mid-air.
>"Interesting."
>"There's more. From what I've gathered, these creatures are from a country. A well-organized country with a military force that arms itself with weapons like this. It came with a guide on its use, Celestia, and I learned a lot. These creatures have fingers, like Minotaurs. And they have more than one group that manufactures these! Why? But that's not the biggest thing, Celestia. These weapons are unlike anything Equestria has in her arsenal. From what I've seen from the guide, it's apparently a miniature cannon. And it's light, only about one and a half pounds."
>"That's ridiculous! A weapon that light, that's a cannon?"

>>29288273
>"Absolutely! It's a small arm, though. Definitely too small to take down a wall. But from what I've gathered, it can outrange even the most skilled archer. It apparently has a range of one hundred hooflengths, and it can fire once every second! Imagine, Celestia, an entire army with these weapons. One casualty per second, over such a range..."
>"Relax, Luna. If these beings are here to fight, we can easily defend ourselves. Equestrian armor is the best, and I doubt those things can pierce it. Not only that, but didn't you say that those creatures had no magic? They'll have a hard time against unicorn mages in an open battlefield. Go ahead and look into it, though. I'm rather interested in what you might find."
>With that, Celestia stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Luna to her thoughts. She would look in the other mind tonight, that was for sure.

>>29288312
-Rainbow Dash-
>Getting up this early is a crime against proper sleep, Rainbow Dash grumbled as she trotted up to the green door. The heavy saddlebags she carried at her side dug into her back, and the chilly morning air was just cold enough to make her shudder a little as she knocked on the door. The dull grey of the morning sky gave little light, but Dash could still see the various critters that surrounded Fluttershy's cottage. It was surprising that the yellow pony was so good with animals, since earth ponies were the natural-born creature handlers. Perhaps it was her kind and caring nature, which made itself evident in all of her actions and habits. Even the way she carefully and cautiously opened the door displayed her gentle personality. A warm, homely smile spread across her lips as she pulled the door further open and stepped to the side.
>"Oh, hi, Rainbow Dash. Come in, Twilight and Applejack are waiting, they're in the dining room."
>"Thanks, Fluttershy. Is everything ready?"
>"Yep! You should have everything you need, plus enough food for three or four days. Pinkie Pie had fun making her, uh, 'Super Filler Bricks for Hungry Little Fillies'. She told me to tell you that."
>Rainbow Dash set down her saddlebags, then trotted into the dining room. Applejack and Twilight were sitting at the dining table, their saddlebags resting next to the stools that they sat on. A lantern sat in the middle, its candlelight illuminating the myriad assortment of bags, belts, and ropes that were strewn across the table. As she entered the room, Twilight turned her head from the map she was reading and Applejack stopped munching on the toast she had in her hoof.

>>29288331
>"Hey, Rainbow Dash!"
>"Howdy, Dash."
>Rainbow dash took her seat at the end of the table and looked around the table. "So," she asked, "what's the plan?"
>Twilight set down the map on the table and moved it closer to Rainbow Dash. The map was of the Everfree Forest and its surroundings, with several paths and landmarks scattered throughout the trees. The Everfree was about fourty gallops long at its widest and was about five thousand plots in size. Several lines were drawn across it in pencil, and the lines seemed to converged somewhere in the middle of the forest.
>"I've gathered some information from ponies around the forest regarding the source of the noises. Using their reports, I've triangulated the general area that the source of the noises should be in. I had to make do with what ponies have told me, and they weren't very exact about the direction of the booms. Our search area is about four plots, so we have a lot of looking to do. Luckily, it's actually very close to where we are now, so we won't have very far to go. We'll enter here," she said as she pointed at the nearest edge of the Everfree, "and walk straight towards the sound. We're walking through dense forest, so it will probably take us about a half-day to reach the noises. From there, we'll set up camp and search for the source. Hopefully, we can find it. We'll leave after about two days if we haven't, same way we came in. I'll go into further detail once we're inside. Understand, Dash?"

>>29288339
>"Sounds like a load of egghead talk, but whatever you say, Twilight. I trust ya."
>"Great. Now get ready to leave at sunrise, which should be... in about thirty minutes. We don't want to be late, since we want to have as much daylight as possible for us to look around."
>As Twilight and Applejack went back to their preparations, Rainbow Dash grabbed her saddlebags from the living room and began to slide supplies into it. She didn't plan on carrying one of the heavier rucksacks that the others were, since she was a pegasus. If anything dangerous were to happen, she would need to be fast and agile enough to deal with it.
>It was easy to underestimate the dangers of the Everfree.

>>29288346
-Leah-
>Okay, maybe it was a dumb idea to try and take a bite out of the acid monster.
>Leah sighed as the third needle melted inside the hydra's flesh, leaving nothing but a plastic syringe that mildly reeked of a burnt chemical smell. She had been trying to get some samples of the creature's body before the boys decided to blow it all up, but the green liquid that trickled out of its corpse was ruining all her equipment. How the heck does a creature live with acid for blood?
>All the more reason to find out.
>To be honest, she hadn't exactly kept up with her promise of "doing science" since she had arrived. Sure, she did put a couple of plants under a microscope, but she had actually spent most of her free time playing video games like the lazy little girl she was. Besides, biology wasn't her major; physics was, and she didn't exactly remember too much of the former from her high school days. She had little idea what all the organs in the local critters were supposed to do, so how was she supposed to figure out how a monster was supposed to live when its internal fluids were literally caustic?
>Leah sighed, then walked back towards the tent with her plastic container of material sampling equipment in her hands. The mid-morning air was nice and cool, and her green T-shirt fluttered in the windy breeze. The clean forest air, though refreshing, was tainted by the smell of old, sour sweat. Her shirt was beginning to really stink after two (three?) weeks, and she would need to wash it soon.

>>29288354
>Leah didn't bother pulling the door-slab over the entryway, since the guys were still taking demolition equipment outside and preparing to remove a huge chunk out of the hydra corpse. She put down the box on her table next to her laptop and a low-magnification microscope, then opened her laptop. Andrew's table was covered with tens of thick instruction manuals and a large toolbox, and Noah's had little on it but a half-disassembled pistol, several cartridges, and an empty rifle magazine. Leah sat down at her desk, typing the observations that she had made onto her computer. There wasn't much to type out; all she really did was take a few pieces of its outer flesh that had minimal amounts of blood on it and put it in a glass bottle. She did, however, take a video of the creature, showing it off from all angles and examining its insides (or rather, what was left of the insides as observed from the giant holes in its corpse.) The video would probably be the most important part of her recordings, since she couldn't and didn't know how to properly examine the samples that she had managed to recover. She still had about a petabyte of storage available on her computer, so storing the hundred or so megabytes that the high-definition recording took up on her computer wouldn't be an issue.
>"Hey, Leah, what're you doing?"
>"Nothing much, just trying to get some samples from the hydra. What about you?"

>>29288370
>Andrew smiled as Leah turned to face him. He walked past her, his heavy construction boots thunking on the wooden sheets that served as a floor with his every step. He stopped for a moment in front of a pile of boxes to wipe his forehead and dry his brown skin. Sweat rolled off of his black hair and fell to the floor, each drop plopping onto the dusty and dirty floor. Everything about Andrew, from his height and his musculature to his serious brown eyes and stereotypical Mexican stubble, made him look big and threatening to those who didn't know him. A couple of days with him, however, had convinced Leah that he was actually a calm, quiet man who tried his best to keep those around him happy. Leah watched as Andrew pulled the lid off of a small metal box, then took four tiny metal spikes with wires sticking out of one end.
>"That should be all we need. Hey Leah, you should come out of the house. Noah wants you behind proper cover just in case things don't go as well as planned. It probably won't go too bad, but just in case..."
>Leah stood up as Andrew slid the blasting caps into his pocket and walked through the doorframe. She followed him to a pile of dirt about two feet high and ten feet wide, where Noah was already kneading what seemed to be white clay into a cone. There were three of them on the dirt ground, each one only about the size of a Just as she was about to ask about the explosives, Noah noticed her and waved at her to come closer.

>>29288411
>"You're interested in the C-4? I thought you'd run away from it. Don't worry, this definitely won't explode unless one of these little metal rods," he said while wiggling a detonator in the air, "goes off. And that's not happening until we hook it up to the blast control box."
>"I'm not too concerned about what looks like old dough. Why are you shaping it like that, though?"
>"The cone shape lets the blast deliver its explosion precisely and accurately. Our plan right now is to set the charges facing away from the camp to minimize shrapnel - AKA corpse meat. The explosions will just barely blow out almost all of the body's mass, which'll hopefully leave some easily movable pieces of scorched meat that we can shove somewhere else. Andrew did the calculations, don't ask me. Speaking of which - Hey Andrew, I'm done!"
>Andrew set aside a black box with several rows of switches and lights on it jogged towards Noah. He took the four charges from his hand, their combined mass barely larger than his hand.
>"Thanks, Noah. I'll set these onto the hydra. You guys get behind cover and prepare for detonation, I don't want anyone to get hurt."
>As Andrew began to walk towards the corpse, Leah and Noah crouched down behind the mound of dirt. Noah grabbed a nearby ballistics helmet and handed it to Leah, who put it on as he tightened the chin strap. Safety was number one when it came to high explosives, after all.

>>29288422
>Several rapid footsteps came from over the crest, and Andrew soon vaulted over the miniature hill of dirt, landing squarely between Noah and Leah. He then plugged a nearby wire into the switch-covered box, his hands shaking as he did so. A rapid panting pierced the calm of the meadow, which was then accented by a high-pitched drone as Andrew turned the box on. A series of red lights flashed across the top, flickering and flashing for several seconds before they turned off. A single green light labeled "READY" lit up, and Andrew took a moment to compose himself.
>"Okay, okay... Is everything safe, Noah?"
>"Yep. The blast won't damage the house, and he shrapnel should fly towards the forest and away from our base."
>Andrew leaned back into the dirt and let out a deep sigh. "I want you guys to assume the fetal position and cover your ears. And whatever happens, DON'T LIFT YOUR HEAD UP UNTIL I SAY SO. Got that?"
>Leah and Noah nodded, then grabbed their heads and hunched over their legs. Andrew let out a soft sigh, then crossed himself. His Hispanic upbringing had gave him an appreciation for the power of the Holy Trinity, and it had done him him well through his life. Even when he was trillions of miles from home (and probably several dimensions away as well), he had managed to endure with faith and hope.
>With the blessing of the Lord behind his actions, Andrew flipped the "CHANNEL 1" switch.

>>29288428
>A small spark of electricity shot through the wire from the detonation box to each of the four blasting caps. The gram of lead azide in each detonator was then ignited, causing a series of small explosions that would barely make a dent in the hydra body. That wasn't their purpose, though; they were meant to initiate the much more destructive Conposition-C.
>C-4, when put under high amounts of simultaneous heat and pressure, chemically decomposes into a mixture of nitrogen, carbon dioxide, and several other gases. These gases then violently expand at a rate of eight kilometers per second, resulting in a large, loud, and undeniably destructive explosion that tends to destroy anything in its path.
>The hydra had died laying on its side, its stomach facing away from the house and towards the Everfree. By about a thousandth of a second after the lead azide had detonated, the primary explosives attached to its belly had completely activated in a thunderous explosion that rang out across the forest. The earth trembled and shook as shockwaves liquidized and pulverized the monster's insides, turning them into an acidic broth of blood and flesh. The soft underside of the three-headed beast was immediately torn open, sending small chunks of scales and muscle flying into the trees.
>The deafening boom that came with the shockwave hit the trio's ears and sent a jolt of shock down their bodies. The echo of the explosion lingered for several seconds, overpowering all other sounds. Then a pittering sound, not unlike rain, edged its way into the surrounding soundscape, followed by a faint bubbling and hissing.

>>29288438
>"Oh, oh shoot...shoot! That isn't good, goddamn it!"
>Andrew was right. Though most of the acidic flesh-mush was thrown harmlessly into the forest, some of it was randomly flung the other way - towards the house. Andrew wanted to rush towards their precious supplies, but he could only sit in regret and wait for the deadly rain to stop falling. What was actually two minutes felt like hours of waiting and wondering what would be damaged by the shower of flesh and acid.
>He patted the shoulders of his friends as the last echoes and patters faded out, signaling that it was safe to get out of cover. Andrew shakily stood up, then nervously crawled up over the mound and looked at the carnage he had unleashed. It was hard to tell exactly how much of the body was remaining, but he knew that not much of it was still in one piece. The explosion had blown acid in a hundred-degree fan, leaving a hazy cloud of white gas and a hissing that could still be heard in the silence that surrounded the forest. Not all of the scorch marks were in that direction, though. Andrew turned his attention to the house and let out a sigh. It was mostly unharmed, even though visible holes could be seen in some parts of the walls.
>"Jesus..."

>>29288449
>"I know, Noah. I know, but we can't let this get to us. We have to just endure whatever nature throws at us. And maybe stop being such idiots while we're at it. Come on, we gotta clean this mess up."
>Andrew turned around and walked towards the house, bracing himself as he inspected the damage. For what was probably the thousandth time in a row, Lady Luck had been on their side. As he approached the house, he discovered that the holes he had seen earlier were just chemical burns, most not even deep enough to penetrate the wood and canvas walls of their shelter. The meat and blood mixture was certainly still caustic, but it was apparently diluted enough to protect their shelter from serious damage. Luckily, the solar panels were stored inside, so nothing was seriously damaged. They would have to be a lot more careful in the future, though. Sooner or later, their luck would ran out.
>Andrew just hoped it would be later rather than sooner.

>>29288458
-Expedition-
>The journey into the Everfree was tougher than Twilight had expected. Even with her expert planning, they were still only two gallops deep in the forest, and it was already midmorning. The dense forest underbrush grew wildly and densely, meaning that Twilight had to brush them aside with each step. At least they didn't need to worry about critters; so far, the only "dangerous" beings that they had encountered were a bunch of insects and a couple of squirrels. The journey into the forest was rather dull, though, and Twilight's hooves were beginning to get tired.
>Though the air was cool and breezy, Twilight still managed to work up a sweat. She looked back at Rainbow Dash and Applejack, who were still fine. They were tougher mares whose lives involved more exercise than Twilight's bookworm personality afforded, and they barely showed any signs of tiring.
>Suddenly, Twilight held her hoof up. They stopped, and the sound of running water could be faintly heard up ahead. All three ponies knew what that meant, and they wordlessly pushed on towards the sound of water. Twilight pulled bush after bush aside, continuing forward until there was no foliage left to pull aside.
>The creek that they had stumbled upon was a small one, with water slowly trickling down its path. The two or three meters to the side were covered with dried leaves and the occasional fallen tree. Using her magic, Twilight pulled out a map and a compass, taking a moment to reorient herself.

>>29288465
>"...If we're here...and that's in the east, then... we should be...aw man, that's bad."
>"What is it, Twilight?" Applejack asked.
>"It's nothing big, we're just a bit behind schedule. Why don't we take a rest here? We can fill up our canteens and maybe eat something. It'll be nice to rest our hooves after such a long walk," Twilight suggested as she stuffed the navigational equipment back in her bags.
>Rainbow Dash was the first to sit down and take her bags off of her back. She flipped open her saddlebag and reached into it, pulling out a surprisingly heavy brick of what looked like condensed fruitcake. Rainbow Dash needed a lot of food to fuel her high metabolism, and the trek into the forest only accelerated it. Still, the bricks were quite filling, and she managed to scarf down only a third of one. The taste was mildly sweet and a little salty, but not bland. She could taste a faint strawberry taste with a little bit of peanut, and the overall taste was pleasant but not overpowering. Applejack and Twilight were also hungry, and they bit into their blocks as well.
>Pinkie sure knew what she was doing with these, Dash thought.
>As Twilight finished filling her belly with the surprisingly calorie-dense food, she stood up and trotted over to the river, canteen in hand. Tasty as they were, Pinkie's food bricks were quite dry and thirst-inducing, and a lot of water was necessary to get the pasty bricks down her throat. She dipped the canteen into the creek, waiting for it to fill with water.

>>29288468
*BOOM*
>Yesterday's explosions sounded like faraway thunder; this one sounded like an enormous explosion. The three ponies immediately turned to the sound of the noise, ears perked up in surprise. Even though they were closer to it than Ponyville, they could tell that it would be much louder. The echo hung around for what seemed like forever afterwards, its persistence only barely dampened by the surrounding trees and foliage. Twilight immediately telekinetically grabbed her compass and map out of her saddlebags again, her head still pointed towards the explosion. She looked at her compass, then back at the noise, then back at her compass, then at her map. A pencil levitated out of her bag's side pocket, and she immediately drew several lines across the map.
>"...what was that, Twi?" Applejack nervously asked.
>"I don't know. But I do know where it is; northeast of us, about 40 degrees. It doesn't sound too far off, either. We should probably rest for a bit longer, though; I want to be prepared for whatever it might be."
>"Whatever it is, I'll beat the tar out-"
>"Don't, Dash. It probably ain't a good idea."

>>29288474
>Twilight sighed as she walked back to the group, taking a swig from her canteen and putting the map back in her bag once again. Dash is just being Dash, she mused. At least she would have some help if whatever made the noise was hostile. She sat down and watched Rainbow Dash read her Daring Do book as the sound of running water calmed her nerves. Applejack had lowered her hat and was peacefully napping the minutes away. The orange pony was surprisingly calm at times, and her nerves almost never got the best of her.
>The three ponies sat there for an hour in uninterrupted peace before Twilight decided that they had rested long enough. They continued on, venturing further into the forest and deeper into the unknown.

This chapter was definitely not one of my better ones. Lotsa stuff happening in my life right now, so I didn't have much time to look over this. I'd prefer to get my chapters out here 2-3 days before I put them up on FimFiction, since you guys are probably more interested than the general public. The C-4 idea was pretty dumb now that I think about it, so I decided to go another way with it.

Anyways, thanks for your support over the past month. Questions, comments, feedback, and criticisms are appreciated as always!

>>29288339
Seems like they put more planning into this expedition than when they went to see that dragon

>>29288564
>The C-4 idea was pretty dumb now that I think about it
This chapter was unpleasant for me to read because of that bit. When it was mentioned last time, it sounded dumb, wasteful and reckless from every possible perspective, and reading them doing was just not fun.

Been a long time since I've been on the thread. Not even sure of the name of the story I'm trying to catch-up on, but I remember anon landed on planet Equestria with the hope of setting up a warp gate thing. Mane six shows up kicks his shit in, he builds a fuckton of machines. That's about all I remember. Any help?

>>29289008
Sounds exactly like Writefag_is_Kill's story.

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>>29289008
You're in for a fucking ride.
Writefag_is_kill's story is the one you're looking for, his pastebin should be somewhere.

>>29289008
ohoho oh man you've missed out on a lot
http://pastebin.com/u/Writefag_is_kill

>>29289039
>>29289052
>>29289073
Thanks guys. Mid-way through part 2 now. The ride never ends.

>>29289726
>Mid-way through part 2. The ride never ends.

Oh Anon, the ride hasn't even started yet.

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>>29269009
This in Equestria

b00p

>>29290998
Trump builds a wall to keep the zeebs out

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>tfw page 9

>>29288564
I'm excited, first contact should be next chapter

Boop

>>29292572
same

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>mfw zebramancer has not brought us good reads about bane-anon's exploits

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>>29295847
sorry