My Little Progress : Technology Isn't Magic - Thread 41

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>>29717380

p10

ince the tread is having trouble getting started, i guess it's time to post.
>You shiver at the recollection.
>since then, you managed to get a place to live, but you never forgot her warning.
“Look, i don't know how you got ahold of my invention, but I can’t help you, if that was what you were going to ask.”
“And why not?”
>you start to make some bullshit excuse, but your brother’s words hit you like a steamroller
“Anon, when will you just grow a spine?”
>you hesitate.
Are you really going to do this?
“Ill help you.”
“Great! Let's get started!
>You follow him into the next room, ready to show him the power of technology

>2 months later.
“EXTRA, EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT! HOW TO PROTECT YOUR FAMILY FROM THE NIGHT MENACE THAT COULD BE IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD!”
>you’ve grown sick of hearing about this “night menace”.
>I mean, it’s been what, a month since the missing pony crisis?
>and they still keep talking about it.
>nevermind, it’s not important right now.
>it’s been two weeks since you started working with whooves
>at first, progress was pretty slow.
>despite what you originally thought, The Doc still had some reservations about your ideas.
>but after a few experiments, he came around.
>eventually, you make it over to his house.
*knock knock*

“In a sec anon, i must to get dressed properly!”
>after a few seconds, he opens the door.
>looking down, you see him dressed up in a brown overcoat, a white undershirt, and a small red bowtie.
“Goodness anon, how do you manage to do this EVERY DAY?”
>you shrug, nonchalantly.
“Practice, i guess.”
“Well, we must get going. Don’t want to be late for the big reveal!”
>you nod, heading out the door with the eccentric inventor in tow.


PONYVILLE: MAIN SQUARE.
>twilight trotted merrily through ponyville
>the breeze in the air, the feel of the stone path, the smell of fresh apples wafting through the air.
>nothing, she decided, could ruin this day.
“COME ONE, COME ALL! AND SEE THE POWER OF DOCTOR WHOOVES’S MUNDANE MARVELS!
>you stop
>to turned you head, seeing a small stage set up in the center of ponyville.
>in the center, you can see a brown earth pony, and…
>wait.
>you rush over to the stage
>it’s anon, with that crazy doctor.
>whatever was happening you knew it couldn’t end well.
well, that it. sorry if its not very long. feedback is appreciated

>>29718389
thanks for the green to start us off, you got intrigued about this night menace thing

Can you at least practice proper grammar
Fucking hell it's painful to read

>>29717269
no one and I mean literally no one on this board would ever bother building or creating something for the greater good.

>>29721237
… I would.

>>29721237
What about for there own personal gain or to rub it in Twilight's face like the OP yext implies instead of just pure altruism

p10

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Are there any drawfags in these threads? Like, at all?

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>>29722660
Hit me up senpai

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>>29722660
There was one guy but I don't think he's here anymore

can someone just write something already?
please?

>>29723785
So soon as you stop namefagging I'll write something

>>29723785
portgate should be updating soon..ish

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>>29724540
nah, he just updated last week
he usually updates every other tuesday

>>29723980
Ok. like this?

I DEMAND GREENTEXT ABO--

Egg vibrators

>>29725632
>story about a deer
KEK

>>29723567
Then write SOMETHING better.

I miss comedy story. About pony scare something NEW.

>>29726536
me too

>>29725632
This

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>>29727454

A regular bump

>>29724875
I thought it was every tuesday... is it not?

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>>29729902
He posts a chapter here in an awkward greentext every other Tuesday, then uploads it to FimFiction that Friday

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We really need an updated story list for the OP

>>29730692
why what's missing?

>>29725905
Closet /k/?
Don't u fucking lie, m80

>>29730347
Looking at the dates it appears it was originally once a week before moving bi weekly and that's where my confusion comes from

>>29722480
>9

>>29733667

>>29723567
so it's just the writefags treading water?
nice

>>29735085
It feels like it's been that way for a long time

/////////////
Connecting to main module….
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Retrieving file….
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Specimen of Interest

Anon Jr. - A rather smart man with rampant self-esteem issues. Mostly relies on his older brother for support. Major in Engineering. Threat Level: Low.

Note- If Anon Jr. is spotted with with any Ark-Level technology, Notify HIgh command immediately.

Doctor Whooves - A rouge inventor who is often written of as a Madmare due to his less-than-stellar track record. Often found Threat Level: None.

Anon Sr - <RESTRICTED TO HIGH COMMAND>

Twilight Sparkle- A powerful Unicorn Who ascended to Alicornhood. Has a Clear Distaste for any kind of Technological Development that is unrelated to magic. Possibly related to The Six.
Threat Level, Medium.

The Six - A Super-Weapon, Capable of neutralizing a target no matter how powerful, but incapable of any physical damage. One of the <RESTRICTED TO HIGH COMMAND>. Threat Level: High.

Note- when <RESTRICTED TO HIGH COMMAND> is finished, reclassify The Six to none.

The Three - Became of Interest during a Routine Scan. they are the three most worthy subjects for the New-Age program, Due to them having almost Limitless magical reserves. However, observation has concluded that while Their magical potential is extraordinary, the rest of their bodies have suffered drastically. Threat Level: High

Alicorn of the Sun - The Ruler of Equestria. No additional information known. Threat Level: High.

Alicorn of the Moon - The Assistant Ruler of Equestria. No additional information known. Threat Level: High.

Alicorn of Love - The Ruler of the Crystal Empire. No additional information known. Threat Level: High.

/////
End of document.
Let us start our new lives today.
/////

>>29736822
??? color me intrigued

>>29733667

I'm tired. We need something comedy.

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>>29738159
I'm high, so everything is comedic to me.

>>29738211
Your dubs are pretty funny desu

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>>29738283
I forgot about that post.
I was just watching a webm comp video and I didn't hget the notification until I exited fullscreen and I was like 'Oh fuck, I've got a (you)!'
That was only 30 minutes ago?

>>29725632
fund this.

>Anon teaches Twilight how to make cocaine
>Calls it "magical dust" that you need to sniff

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>>29738793
Now that you've mentioned it I want it

>>29739197
>>29738793
I imagine Twilight being more of a Sherlock type with cocaine if she ever did it

>>29738790
I second this motion

>>29724875
I'm glad that isn't an SP1 lower receiver on that, because that would be heretical.

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>>29725632
>>29725905
>>29731821
>>29738790
>>29741545

For your edification.

>>29742649
I am a /k/ommando through and through, and I can tell you that a large portion of /k/ wants to fuck a deer.
...Including me

>>29743698
What funs do you own?

>>29744461
>What funs do you own?
Well, I'm not exactly a rich fag, so all I have is a single shot shotgun and a poofag-tier AR-15

I'm fixing to submit a Form-1 for a 20mm DD, tho.

>>29743698
Is it because of the egg vibrator greentext or is it separate from that?

>>29742649
How about a pony please? because i already read that.

>>29743698
>Choosing doe pussy when there's mare pussy out there.
>Ever.

It's like you're not even trying.

>>29746927
>not both

>>29717269

>>29736822
ANON TO THE RESCUE

\\\file\\\
Level 5 access required
*************
//password accepted
Open file 3-A1
Anon Sr
Day one journal page.
1

>today I helped the apples out with chores and picking apples
>I helped fix some broken boards in the hay loft and got some bits for it too
>they were amazed by how easily I could climb
>applejack even called me a spider-monkeh
>ever since I woke up here a month ago I've been real settled in
//note the subject was confirmed to have been here one month before through sighting near the <Data expunged> forest//
>its so nice to be able to relax for once
>just sit on a porch watching the day pass after a long amount of work


Cont.?

>>29748049
yes

>>29748049
Journal page.
2
>today I found out a lot about this world
>so it seems that twilight has a lot of books on magic
>like holy <expletive deleted> she has a lot
>I've read a lot about magic
>it seems to be like a type of force that many of the beings are able to use
>and its so cool too how their able to use things like telekinesis, weather control, enhanced strength and even teleportation
>yet they don't understand just how reality breaking most of these were in your world
>its like second nature to them
>I myself don't have magic
>eh,screw it I want to be a wizard
>but what kind of wizard?
>if I find a magical artifact it might give me powers
>although as I read in "magical objects"
Most if that kind of magic corrupts or breaks down the mind
>so no-go there
>so your only option is to build something
>luckily i was an engineer for particle accelerators
////
Note.
This was the first sprouts of the item named
"Rain b.o.w"
A type of magical weapon akin to a "photon lazer" which seems to be hyper consentrated light
The rain bow is the first of many element-level weapons used by anonymous Sr. In the past war
These weapons have been dismantled but many of the components used are indestructible because of magical hardening caused by extreme levels of magic seen only once before during the t-d incident
///

>>29748255
Im going to go eat then I will be back to write more green
Keep the thread warm for me guys

>>29748255
wait.
i didn't write this.
?????
I mean, it's better than mine, but still.

>>29748486
Well you kinda died for a little so I took it as a promt
I mean I'll stop and let you take the reins if you want..

>>29748255
Journal page.
3
>so I had to pay out if my ass but. I got a blacksmith to make me some gold wire
>why gold? Steel rusts and copper is like this worlds gold so no copper wire
>weird how this world seems to have the opposite rules for yours
>they have magic
>gold is everywhere but copper is rare
>really weird..
>and I know where to get a magical conductor
>I'll just have to get a crystal and a few magic mirrors
>that won't be so hard right?
>well let's find out
...
>today I found someone who can help me
>he calls himself 'discord' and for good reason
>the magical energy he holds must be equal to a nuke
////
The next 5 pages have been expunged for reason of classified blueprints and magical fusion core construction (the power source of the weapon)///

>>29748543
no, it's okay.
I was gone for while due to a trip I had to go on.
If you want to continue this, i would be more than happy.
But the way i had planned it, he wasn't going to be some grade-A student.
to many "Extracurricular Activities" that he had to take care of.
I mean, how else can he manage to keep the house running?:^)

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>>29748715
Right right and thanks I've written in /tech/before but I fizzled out
But I'm having fun doing this so thanks for the prompt:^)

>>29748761
nice to hear your having so much fun with this.

to be honest, your idea for this green was WAY better than what i was thinking.

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>>29748691
////
Note.
This document referres to a omega class creature contained at site-19
Anon himself is the first and only alpha level to this day
Anon Jr. Has been put on watch but shows no interest in ark-level tech and resides in making gadgets for co ops forces like the c.c.a(chaos contingency agency) witch is a force tasked with one purpose. Contain anonymous at any cost////
Journal page.
8

>so I made a body from titanium
>which was really cheap by the way
//
Shown next is a long tube with a round body and eight movable containment rods for controlling beam size and spread. Next is circuitry more advanced than anything we have seen to date
All connections were with gold wire.
//
>so what I'm thinking is I'll make a magic beam that's movable and able to change type in seconds
>it will have a power core with a shred of crystal overcharged with the magical energy that discord uses
>I asked him for a small shred of his magic to use for the spread of chaos
>he asked me what I would do with it
>I told him if he did he would not regret it
>he was skeptical but I assured him that he would just have to track the crystal to find me
>what a sucker

>>29748818
What was it anon
I need to know

well, i guess i'll update while i wait.
>wait.
>you rush over to the stage
>it’s anon, with that crazy doctor.
>whatever was happening you knew it couldn’t end well.

>be anon.
>you are just about to unveil two months of your hard work.
>to be honest, you're scared out of your goddamn mind
>the last time you were this scared was the 5th grade school play.
>you shudder.
>you thought you lost that shirt forever.
>Thank god bro was there, or that would have been a REAL mess.
>you pause, thinking back on the subject of Anon.
>he has been gone for four months now, and to be honest, you wonder what he’s doing.
>for a second, you ponder if he has some connection to the night terror scare that's been going around
>you brush it off. There’s NO WAY that he could be connected.
>...........
>could he?
>He certainly has done some shady stuff in the past

>You are anon
>And you are fucking ecstatic.
“BRO, BRO, GET OVER HERE!”
>you hear him walk walk into the second van.
“Why, what’s up?”
>you look over him, smiling like a complete madman
“WE GOT ACCEPTED!”
>a look of confusion adorns his face.
“Accepted for what?
>you shove the paper into his face.
“HARVARD UNIVERSITY!CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE IT?”
>instead of smiling, a small frown adorns his face.
>you are VERY confused
“What, aren’t you excited?”
>his frown deepens.
“Anon, i.. I can’t go with you.”
“What?”
>your brother is making absolutely no sense.
“Why can’t you?”
>the frown changes to a look of confliction
“Anon, do you remember the… ‘extra activities?’”
>you nod.
>of course you remember.
>with your father being the drunk bastard he is, your bro had to engage in some shady business
>those were the hardest nights to sleep.
>But, then again, who WOULDN'T be nervous someone tries to cook METH in the basement?
“Well, you realize that college isn’t going to be CHEAP, you know.”
>you stop.
>oh.

“Anon, are you ready?”
>the sound of the doctor’s voice snaps you out of your tance.
“Hey, are you okay? You seemed kind of…. out of it.”
>you almost tell him, but decide against it.
“Nothing. Im…. i'm okay”
>he look at you, obviously worried.
>eventually, he decides against pressing further
“Well, its time to shine. Are you ready?
“No.”
“Then let’s get started.”
>you both turn, heading out to give theses ponies the show of a lifetime.

my update schedule
>think i'm going to blow everyone away with the next update
>spend a few minutes writing it
>publish
>realize i messed up something crucial for the direction i want the story to head in
>wallow in self-pity for a few hours/days
>become determined to set thing right
repeat forever

>>29748895
Skeet did nothing wrong.

Bump for more green

It's been about a month, so...

Monthly reminder that PeteQ needs to give us more Twilight bullying Rainbow Dash and Anon for doing science.

>>29749432
>twilight, an intellectual
>bullying others for being intellectuals
Wut?

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>>29749565
>rainbow dash
>intellectual

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>>29750036
>Anon
>Not being a faggot

>>29750036
In the story science is viewed as something like palm reading in that it couldn't explain something as fundamental as magic and thus never caught and was viewed as fake while magic flourished instead. So Twilight in the story is more someone who would rather have RD focus her intellectual efforts towards something "real"

If you could nuke any city/town/area in the world of equestria, where would it be?

>>29751100
Yakistan.
No one would care.
Likely they'd think Yakistan was trying to make weapons and invade.
Then they'd blame the Yaks for poisoning them when the radiation hits.

>>29751100
Tartarus either that solves a lot of problems or it creates a whole bunch of them

>>29719119
wow.
even before the raft hits the shelves, the swimbelts at the top of the other shelf starts moving.

That won’t work.

>>29753270
???

>>29752574
boop

>>29753736
That won’t work anon.

>>29754406
That won’t work.

Page 9

>>29755138
Tried it, doesn't work.

I'LL SAVE YOU THREAD.

>>29756073
Let it die, we've prolonged the inevitable long enough.

>>29756505
>Let it die
Are you talking about writerfags is dead?

Are fucking sers? because prompt story maybe shit.

>>29756641
>>Growing tired of Twilight's berating, you go out into the world to prove her wrong.
>you go out
I can see that.

>>29751696
How come I've never noticed that?!

everyone is convinced if you write bamboo grass without writing like Dadanon.

>>29758019
Top kek

>>29758019
>>29758700
Ok I get that bamboo grass is probably greentext but who is Dadanon?

Chapter 11: In which Portgate-Anon actually manages to write and do a proper read-over of the shit he wrote

> Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.
-Benjamin Franklin

-Pinkie Pie-
>"Ohhhhh...but...what if they're in trouble? Heavens knows what horrible, ghastly creatures there are in the Everfree! I won't be able to live with myself if any of them were...were...!"
>"I don't think you have to worry about that, Rarity. As long as they're gentle and respectful, they won't have to fear the animals in the forest."
>"But what about the cockatrices? Or the dreadful manticores?"
>"Well..."
>"They could even be attacked by a roving pack of timberwolves! Oh, the sight! Twilight and Applejack and Rainbow Dash, all getting mauled and torn to pieces by those beasts and their terrifying jaws..."
>"I...guess..."
>"Oh come on, Rarity, calm down! They're fiiiiiine!"
>"They are not!", Rarity yelled, temporarily dropping her ladylike manner in a flash of anxiety. Sugarcube Corner's dozen or so midday customers suddenly turned towards the source of the piercing shout, ignoring their meals for a moment as they shot nasty looks at the ivory-white unicorn. The constant chatter instantly faded away into an awkward semi-silence, drawing more attention to Rarity with its emptiness. A nearby pegasus muttered something under his breath before turning back around and resuming his conversation, and nobody doubted it was something very rude. The dozen or so gazes were painfully uncomfortable, and Rarity nervously blushed as she buried her face in her vanilla cupcake.

>>29759780

>"It's only been three days," Fluttershy replied. "Didn't they say that they would spend that much time in the woods? Plus, it's not easy to trek through the Everfree, you know that. We just have to give them some time, is all."
>"You're right. So," Pinkie Pie asked, "how is Spike doing, Rarity?"
>"Oh, he's so well behaved for such a young dragon! Such a gentlecolt. Although, I think he's a bit worried about Twilight (of course, why wouldn't he,) and her friends."
>"Hmm... I guess-"
>"Holy heck, Princess Luna is here!"
>There was a flurry of movement as curious ponies flocked outside, and the ear-grating noise of chairs scraping against the ground was the only thing audible for a brief second. As the mob flooded out the narrow doorway of the bakery, the three friends simply sat and watched through a window as a small mob of people formed around a tall, midnight-blue pony. Princess Luna was indeed there, walking through the thin crowd with an entourage of bat-ponies at her sides. Her glass slippers clopped along the stony cobbles with a tinkling sound, clearly distinct even above the mumbles and murmurs of the gathered spectators. It was truly an odd experience, watching an alicorn stride above the heads of her subjects - and at high noon, too! Luna wasn't completely unable to be out in the sun, but it was certainly a rare sight.
>"Why here, though? In the middle of the day, as well..." Rarity mumbled.

>>29759786

>The answer came sooner than expected. It was hard to believe at first, but Luna was making a straight beeline for Sugarcube Corner. Each step she made brought her - and the crowd - closer and closer to the bakery until she was through the doors, her silhouette an imposing sight against the bright background of Ponyville's colorful streets. A pair of guards kept the outsiders at bay, blocking the entrance with their short halberds. She paused and looked around for a second, a calm and mystical air about her very being, before finally setting her eyes on the only other ponies in the room.
>"Hello there, ponies. Have you seen your friends around lately?"
>"Who, Twilight and the others? They went out on a trip into the Everfree forest three days ago," Fluttershy answered. >"There were strange noises coming from it a few days ago, and they went to go investigate. In fact, just two days ago, we heard a lot of sharp snaps...like from a whip!"
>Luna's poker face was a good one, but Pinkie could tell something bothered her about that statement. She was a master at reading the emotions of ponies, and for all of their power the Princesses were still no match for her natural instinct.
>"So my suspicions are well-founded. At least you three are here... Where can we get some privacy?"
>"Uh... we can head upstairs...?" Pinkie suggested.
>"That'll do just fine. Lead the way, Pinkie Pie."
>Pinkie Pie, followed by Luna, Rarity, and Fluttershy, walked past the bakery counter and display, up the stairs, and through the second door on the right. She held the teal-blue wooden door open for the three other ponies before locking it and grabbing a nearby stool.
>"That won't be necessary, Pinkie, I can sit on the floor. This is your bedroom, yes?"

>>29759790

>"Uh-huh!" Pinkie responded. The cream-yellow walls and pastel-colored furniture gave the room a sense of happiness and warmth fitting for its cheerful occupant. Party supplies were stacked neatly in boxes around the room, and a closet door labeled "FOR SERIOUS PARTEES" suggested that there were a lot more stashed away. Though that day was hardly a special occasion, streamers and balloons festively decorated the walls and furniture.
>"We'll be safe enough. I understand that this might be a bit unexpected of me - you know, coming here without warning..."
>"It's fine, Princess Luna."
>"Just Luna, Pinkie. At least, in private. Anyways, I guess I owe you all an explanation. Where shall I start?"
>"At the beginning, please," Rarity answered. "Wherever that may be."
>"Hmm. I suppose it started approximately a week ago, when I was dreamwalking. You are familiar, right?"
>"Isn't that where you go into somepony's head while they're sleeping and look around inside their dreams?"
>"I'm more of an observer, Pinkie. It should have been like any other time, but...I found these odd-...distortions, shall I say..."
>"How so?"
>"There was a distinct lack of magic. An emptiness, for lack of a better word. I took a look at them, and they were... mystifying, to say the least. Let's just leave it at that," Luna sighed as she unfurled her wings. She couldn't tell them the truth; at least, not yet. How would they handle it?
>"So, is that why you're here?"
>"I...suppose so. I'm here on account of a development that occurred just a day ago..."

>>29759793

-Luna-
>Luna stopped for a minute to look at the dots in front of her, once again unsure of how to proceed. It was foolish of her to expect no changes, but the lack of mana had led her to imply otherwise. Plus, it couldn't be that silly to expect some kind of event, right?
>Where there had been only three colorless minds before her before, six now stood in the vast void of the dreamscape. The three new lights were definitely more vibrant, suggesting some sort of magical capacity in these new beings. She could feel the magic emanating from each of them like the radiant heat of a hot flame. Sometime in the past two days, a trio of magical entities had joined the magic-less ones in both mental - and physical - proximity. How and why were both mysteries to Luna, but she had a hunch as to where she would find the answer. One of the new beings was much, much more powerful than the others - in fact, it was likely one of the most powerful beings in all of Equestria at the moment, judging from its enormous magical emanation.
>Entering such a strong consciousness undetected was undoubtedly going to be a daunting task, but Luna knew what she was getting herself into. She had slipped through the mental blocks of similarly powerful beings, and this one would be no different. The familiar, cautious ease of her thoughts between the slips and cracks was routine to her, as it had been for centuries, and she was through in no time at all.

>>29759816

>When she regained her focus, Luna found herself in a shabby and hastily erected room in an indistinguishable location. The wooden floor was cold and unpolished, and the walls and ceiling were made of a drab green canvas. It was defintely a tent of some sort, like the roomy ones the southern nomads lived in. Tubes hung from the roof at regular intervals, shining a pure white light on the furniture. Crates and boxes of all shapes and sizes were stacked alongside the far end of the tent, while several cots and mats lay on the ground opposite. Three small tables lined the other side, each of them with a metal folding chair at its side. The tops of them were covered with various artifacts of unknown make and purpose, but Luna could make out several pony-made tools and pieces of equipment. Everything was alien and foreign.
>The one recognizable thing she could see, however, was a very familiar purple alicorn sitting on the ground.
>"Twilight!"
>The lavender pony paid no attention to her surprised exclamation and continued to quietly sit over something. Luna quickly galloped over to Twilight and set herself down in front of her, intent on grabbing her notice.
>"Twilight! Can you hear me?"
>"..."
>"Twilight Sparkle, I need you to look at >me!"
"..."

>>29759827

>Luna sighed as she watched her look over the papers in front of her. Twilight muttered as her violet eyes swept across the pages, clearly focused on the task at hand. She was in one of her study trances, and Luna remembered how it would be nearly impossible for her to snap out of it when she was truly entrenched in her studies. The only thing the Princess of the Night could do was read the sheafs of paper along with her...
>Twenty-six symbols at the top of a page, copied over and over down the evenly spaced, parallel lines, were the first thing to draw her attention. To the left of them, several three-columned tables with a drawing, its meaning in Equestrian, and a series of the symbols again in each row. It was clearly created to translate a language, which meant that the symbols were a sort of alphabet. Luna had seen the letters before in her previous sessions, but she had foolishly glossed over them in favor of the meanings given to them by the aliens. Now that she had looked at them from a pony's perspective, however, they were actually quite similar to a snippet of an ancient script she had stashed back in the Royal Library. It was crudely carved onto a slate, but it was still thousands of years old and rather poorly preserved. If only they had patched that section of the roof up properly...
>The corner of another paper, hidden beneath a list of grammatical rules, caught Luna's eye as she cursed herself for her past mistakes. She shifted the other papers aside with her hoof and pulled out the sheet of interest with her magic. It was an anatomical (if Twilight's artistic abilities could be called that) representation of...just what Luna was looking for.

>>29759851

>They weren't all that different from minotaurs, if she was being totally honest. Similar torso, hands and arms that were exactly the same, both stood on their back legs... although the aliens had no hooves. Their faces were radically different from anything she had seen but still notably simian, and their leg-hands had stubbier fingers than the monkeys she had seen in the jungles of western Zebrica.
>Luna was excited. She had information on the aliens, their language... her dreamwalking had reaped a great reward, and coming to the most powerful mind turned out to be a great choice. Twilight-...
>Wait.
>This was Twilight's dream.
>It had to be. That huge magical potential was clearly hers.
>Which meant that she had seen the aliens. And if her speck was close to the aliens...
>What was Twilight doing there?

>>29759857

-Rarity-
>"Oh dear... Will they be okay?" Rarity asked Luna.
>She was right to be worried. Luna had just told them what was going on in the Everfree: several dangerous anomalies had materialized, and it was up to her and her Night Guard to take care of it. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack were all in the forest, and they were in deep trouble if what Luna said was correct. The princess paused for a second, clearly hesitant to answer.
>"Yes. We will do all we can to protect her, and I assure you that your friend will be unharmed. She's an alicorn, she can handle whatever the Everfree throws at her."
>"Oh, thank goodness! I was worried for a while."
>"I'm glad to hear they'll be safe, Princess Luna."
>"Likewise, Fluttershy." Luna eased herself up from her sitting position with those two words, then slowly walked over to the single window in Pinkie's room. She stared out into the front of the bakery, watching her Night Guard as they stood at attention in front of the doors. The crowd that had gathered just a few minutes ago had largely dispersed, and the previously excited ponies had returned to their daily errands.
>"Pinkie," Luna asked as she pulled herself back from the windowsill, "in a couple of short hours we will be leaving for the Everfree. We'll set up a stockpile right outside of the forest by dusk. By then, we'll be inside of it. I don't need to tell you the Everfree's a big place; even with our current forces, we'll take a couple of days to fully comb the trees. Two or three, I'd wager."
>"Okie-dokie! Good luck!"
>"Good luck," said Fluttershy.
>"I wish you the safest of travels, Princess Luna."
>"Thank you three for your blessings. I'm sure we'll all need them in the coming days."
>With that, Luna pushed open the bedroom door and stepped out, closing it behind her. The trio of friends stayed to discuss what she had told them, oblivious to the reality of the situation at hand.

>>29759867

-William-

>The sprawl of black text on white paper brought stirring memories back to the aged director, of a time where things were much simpler and...manageable. It had only been twenty-something years since he was a junior scientist himself, excitedly working away at his physics experiments with a youthful energy. The papers once spoke to him of a world of discovery, a world of brand new possibilities...
>Now?
>He sure did find his discovery - a whole two inches of it, sitting on his desk.
>From what he had managed to scrape together of the tens of different reports, apparently there was some sort of feedback from the Portgate. It had started two days ago, with the surge of energy that the sensors picked up. Ever since that spike, the energy readings had been two hundred times higher than before. It wasn't a big increase in terms of the big picture, but explaining it to the suits without them panicking was going to be a doozy. Big-wigs always managed to misinterpret scientific data. Nobody knew how; they just did.
>William frowned at the tablet in his hand as its screen lit up with a reminder. "4:56 minutes to LEADER MEATING", right beneath "3:55" and above "andersonWilliam logged in". He didn't care that the meeting was five minutes away, or that he had misspelled "meeting"; he was in a state of exasperated exhaustion that just barely left him enough energy to slog through the absolute mess that was the Portgate incident. Some of the staff had been referring to the Portgate as the "Ring of Death", which was acually a very apt description of William's situation.

>>29759873

>The alarm surprised William, rousing him from his microsleep-induced trance as several papers fell off his desk. He anxiously grabbed the tablet before turning the alarm off and scurrying to make himself look presentable. It only took William fifteen seconds to un-wrinkle his collared shirt out, ten to sort the papers on his desk, and another five to accept the already incoming video call.
>"Greetings, Director."
>Twenty-four faces covered the screens in front of William, each one the head of one of the twenty-four nations investing their resources in the project. Each one was staring at him and his grubby mug.
>"Hello. I, uh, suppose you're here for the briefing, right?"
>"What do you think? Ever since we learned you've cut repair times in half, we've been ready to hear straight from the horse's mouth!"
>"Actually, that was more of a-"
>"So! Any news?"
>"Well...not much. Work is still continuing on the Portgate, and we'll be done by fifty-two days, give or take a week or two. Not precise, I know, but it's the best we have. Oh and...and, uh..."
>"And what?"
>How was he going to say this?
>"There's, um...we've had a development recently. We're receiving, uh... feedback from the Portgate's sensors."

>>29759879

>"What kind?"
>"It's, uh... energy."
>The murmurs of the world's most powerful men and women freed up a couple of minutes for William to cringe at his poor choice of words.
>"...potential security risk. What else?"
>"Um...t-the readings first spiked up just two days ago. and since then...they've stayed up, though just a little bit more than before. And they're...noticeably more regular than before. We're getting a steady rhythm of energy pulses, ranging from about 110 to 130 beats per minute."
>More discussion, more regret.
>"We can't just be unprepared if the time comes. Anderson, we want more security around the Portgate. I'm sure you won't need it, but just in case... we're expecting a doubling, at the very least."
>"I...alright."
>"We don't know what caused that, but we want to err on the side of caution if it does turn out to be potentially dangerous. If it's any consolation, we've managed to keep the media off your back so far...though we don't know how long we can keep it up."
>"Thank you."
>"That is all. Don't disappoint us, Anderson."

>>29759879

>Within seconds, all of the faces had disappeared off the now dark screen. William held his head in his hands, aggrieved by the thought of more people around the already-crowded Portgate. They would just be an obstacle to the repair process.
>"Assistant?"
>A shifting bundle of concentric circles popped up on the tablet's screen."Yes, Anderson?"
>"When are the inspectors due?"
>"Tomorrow, from 6:00 AM to 12:00 AM."
>"Ugh...in the Portgate area?"
>"South Wing Scheduled Time of Inspection: 4:00 PM to 6:00 PM."
>Embezzlement of the entire project's funding wouldn't make up for the headaches, William thought as he shuffled the papers around on his desk. He poured out his fifth Aspirin of the day into his hand, swallowed it dry, and began the arduous task of ordering the stationing of a whole platoon of soldiers halfway across the facility in twenty-three hours. If anything, he would at least be sharing his troubles with the security head of the Bunker.
>Suffering, it is said, finds relief in company, but William was feeling everything but relief that moment.

I'm sure I've asked this before, but are you guys finding any issues with my writing style? I can't put my finger on it, but something seems off about my chapters and I don't know what it is. Either way, give me your questions, comments, suggestions, and critiques!

>>29759851
Part of me wonders if the portgate isn't a portal through space but through time.

>>29759892
If there's a problem in your writing, I'm not catching it. It looks fine to me. Also guys, I've been slacking, but I have another part done. I think I will wait until tomorrow to post it, but it is done.

>>29759892
Glad to have you back.

>>29759892
Well, I may not be an experienced writer by ANY stretch of the word, but maybe it's just that whenever you finish a new update you realize all the ways you could may have messed up? because that happens to me every time.

>>29759892
LOL

>>29755216
Everything won’t work.

>>29748895
Journal page.
9

>I smelted the metal into the shape I need
>what I'm going for is <data expunged> shape kinda like a cannon
>well I got the crystal and made the core which was hard enough on it's own
>the <data expunged> really does well for keeping the magic stable and contained
>with the wiring and connections made its time to test it
>I will head out to the everfree for its first fire
<data corrupted>
>well it fired off a pure white light which is cool but I wonder how it will fare against other magical creatures
>well better test that theory tomorrow
/////
This was the first signs of what's called "magic destabilization" caused by pure magic entering the body and brain
Tests with the bow have concluded that the magical radiation is more or less akin to the magic that powers our sun,but while the suns magic is stable the beam of magic is unstable and infectious causing anons body to be slowly conformed into pure magic itself
/////

>>29762022
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Addendum
////
Anon is a very smart man but over time and with repeated exposure to discords magic AND the fact it acts as an amplifier has caused his mind to become obsessed with magic, which is only natural considering the main power source is from a highly condensed magic source////

page nine isnt fine BACK UP WE GO

>>29760501
It like they say, you're your own worst critic

>>29763513
shame those apple bucking legs are gone

>>29763513
literally who

>>29764582
>insert aj is a background pony joke here

Sorry for the delay. Got sidetracked.

>Well this is taking longer than you expected.
>It has been about a week since you left Las Pegasus for your coastal mountain abode.
>A very long week.
>This was a very fucking heavy cart you were hauling behind ya.
>And the pain in your legs has been a constant reminder of that fact.
>The crappy dirt path and the dense flora didn't help much either.
>Speaking of flora, the trees are starting to thin out.
>You'd run the last stretch if you could.
>Rays of light grow brighter as you break away from the stand of pines and ash trees.
>Your eyes adjust to the newfound illumination and are greeted by a picturesque view of rolling meadows, the ocean, and a rocky beach that separates the two.
>A single tear rolls down your cheek.
>It's perfect.
>You make your way down closer to the beach and chuck the cart in place.
>You gather some sizable rocks from the beach and make a crude fire pit.
>Taking off your backpack, you wrestle with the tent that Twiddles had packed.
>Shes nothing if not through.
>Setting up camp was a piece of cake, and a fire was quickly lit.
>You cook up some veggies into a stirfry devour the meal.
>It's getting dark, time for some well deserved shuteye.
>You smother the fire, leaving the coals for the morning.
>Laying in your sleeping bag, you drift off into silence.

>>29765488

>Darkness
>Nothing
>No
>Not nothing
>Water
>Shit not again
>You look around, but nothing is seen
>Dread fills your body and your limbs fail to work
>The tip of the sphere emerges out of the darkness and moves ever so slowly towards you
>But towards you ever still
>50
>45
>40
>The immensity of the hull grows ever more apparent the closer it gets
>25
>20
>15
>It hovers over you now,overcasting any light that existed
>10
>5
>1
>You close your eyes
>....
>Nothing
"Anon!"
>What?

"Anon open your eyes."
>You do so, and the first thing that draws your attention is how white everything is
>Then you spot Luna
"What happened? Where's the water?"
"I saw you struggling with your nightmare, so I put an end to it. For tonight at least."
>Concern was painted across her face
"Whats the matter? I was the one with the nightmare."
>She looks away from you a bit and opens her mouth
"Your dreams are... unique. The intensity of your nightmare made it difficult for even me to halt. Dreams of this kind would drive a pony to the brink of insanity."
"That's... kinda depressing actually. Is it that bad?"
"Well for a start, what was that beast that was stalking you? I've never seen such a thing. I know of whales, but that was no whale."
"That is because it is not from around here. Back in my world they are actually human creations. They are machines capable of carrying a surface dweller deep into the bowels of the ocean. They are called submarines and they have been used for everything from war to exploration."
>Luna's face now turned to a look of confusion
"T-that doesn't sound nearly as bad as your dream made it out to be. How can such a novel creation cause so much fear?"
"I don't have the answers either, Luna. Its just a deeply embedded fear of mine."
"Ah... Ok. Well morning will be arriving shortly so I must be off."
>She turns and opens a tear out of your mind
"BEFORE you go, can you let Twilight know that I have arrived to my new home? Let her know I'm setting down my roots, and that I'm safe. If she wonders where I am have her ask Rainbow Dash."
"I'll be sure to let the princess know. Stay well, Anon."
>She disappears through the rift and everything goes dark.

>>29765504
>Light shines in.
>Right onto your face.
>Guess its time to get up.
>Climbing out of the tent, the crash of the waves on the beach below alert you to a new resource you forgot was an option long ago.
>Meat.
>Right at this time, grumbling can be heard.
>Eat first, fish later.
>You stoke the coals back into a fire and make some pancakes.
>It's a shame there wasn't any syrup in the pack.
>You've only been awake for a bit and you already have a list.
>Build a cabin.
>Find some maple trees.
>Fish.
>Well one of these takes priority, and is the sole reason you hauled all this crap with you in the first place.
>But fishing sounds so good.
>No Anon. Fish later, cabin now.
>Logs shouldn't be in low supply, as you happened to walk through a literal forest of them.
>Getting the logs over here will prove to be a problem.
>That cart is looking very attractive right now.
>Leaving everything but the axe and the cart back at camp, you walk towards the forest.
>It isn't very far.
>The pine trees would be the best option for house lumber, being mostly straight and what not.
>The entire day is spent chopping and hauling the logs over to the plot.
>Going to bed tired and sticky has never been so manly.

>>29765512
>The next morning, you pull out that adze you got at the store and go at the logs to make them fit nicely with each other.
>All the pieces are ready for the walls to be put up, so its time to build up the foundation.
>That cart is proving to be really useful.
>The rocks were heavy, but like with the logs, there wasn't much in the way of distance between the beach and your plot.
>A square hole about a foot and a half deep had already been dug, and you start to just dump the rocks into it.
>This should hopefully provide a sturdy base onto which to anchor and lay the logs.
>A small fireplace is laid down as well, with the chimney leading away from the house.
>Some limestone would have been nice to have though, concrete would have been way better.
>As you finish filling and compacting the hole as much as you can, darkness falls yet again.
>Waking up early, you set to work on the walls.
>One log at a time, the sides of the cabin take form.
>By noon, the cabin is left only without a roof.
>What a bitch that is going to be.

>A few hours and copious amounts of swearing later, your cabin has a roof and is now a proper house.
>The door and windows may only be tarp right now, but this is a home.
>Your home.
>You go inside and stoke the fireplace, and set your sleeping bag on the floor.
>Oh yeah, rock floor.
>A Proper bed is next on the list, but not tonight.
>For now, you enjoy the concept of having a roof again.
>Twilight is going to regret betting against you.

>>29765519
And that would be it. Making a new pastebin as this is the start of the second 'chapter' I guess. I could tack it onto the bottom of the other and I may make one later with the full story, but this is more for organization than anything else. Comments? Questions? Insults? Fire away. New paste is https://pastebin.com/Ks3NVx8w

>>29765564
There something about the way you write those submarine dream sequences that make the sub feel like it's some sort of eldritch god, I love it

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>>29765711
They kinda are to me. I am self inserting pretty hard on these dream sequences. Don't know why, but they scare me shitless.

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>>29765564
shit's cash so far
but,
>"That is because it is not from around here. Back in my world they are actually human creations. They are machines capable of carrying a surface dweller deep into the bowels of the ocean. They are called submarines and they have been used for everything from war to exploration."
the sudden shift from contractions to "they are" is a bit weird, but other than that you've laid down a pretty decent foundation (heh heh) for your story. we're all ready for some more of Anon doing manly shit on his manly beach

>>29765882
I think my mind went full textbook when I wrote that. It does sound weird though. I'll fix it in the bin.

>>29765745
Wish I could find that gif/video of murky sea water, then it gets dark, then BAM Los Angeles class sub 5 metres away

I can understand the phobia, just playing Silent Hunter and IronWolf VR can freak me out. I tend to nope out of the latter if it starts taking on water because fuck that

>>29767120

>>29765745
There's a submarine VR Game? I'm not surprised That sounds like a great idea to be an absolutely terrifying and stressful experience

>>29765519
Niiiice

>>29768315
>That sounds like a great idea to be an absolutely terrifying and stressful experience.
Just like the real thing!

>>29768455
Except that you can leave whenever you want.

>>29768315
>>29768455
Now I want a story with ponies experiencing VR for the first time

>>29765745
I'm personally more scared of the idea of being in a submarine,

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>>29768315
IronWolf VR on Steam / Vive. Its a super light version of Silent Hunter with simple controls, but its immersive as fuck.

Pic related- mate ponyfied the 5th Flotilla emblem and this is the result. I should find the version that can be used in SHIII at some point

>>29772419
Any recomendations on which game game to start with for the franchise and where can I get a copy?

>>29772913
Silent Hunter III seems to be the gold standard, I also use the SHIIICommander and Grey Wolves mods. It's on Steam and can be modded within the default directory

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>Look at all my old >green
>Including the one I was writing for this thread before school started back
>It's all shit comprised of 50% dialogue, and 50% telling, not showing
>Apply gun to mouth area
>Can't do it
I swear I'm gonna rewrite all my shit, starting with this one.

Nuclear submarine in Equestria when?

>>29773776
>On the Beach
>Nuclear war breaks out and wipes out humanity
>One American boomer refuses to launch and run silent
>Captain heads to the only safe haven on the planet- Australia
>Gets lost and arrives in Equestria

>>29774500
>implying all the /pol/tards in the service won't nuke 'Straya the second DEFCON 1 is announced
Fools, they would only find a radioactive wasteland.

>>29773212
Good Luck

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>>29774730
And a ton of leather fetishists

>>29777991
leather fetishists with kitchenware strapped to their bodies

b00p

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>>29779781

>>29779781
Bop

>>29780563
OK I think that fusion of modern military and fantasy wizard is really cool looking

>>29778855
don't forget the skulls

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Where is everyone.

>>29782702
If WIK continues his old pace there should be a new update for his new story sometime soon

>>29782702
Sleep

>>29783782
There's not many things as relaxing as sleeping in on a lazy sunday

>>29782702
These threads do have a habit of being on the slow side

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>>29782702
shitposting on /mlpol/

>>29786469
Aryanne finally ascended? When's the coronation?

>>29781066

>>29786469
I'm not surpised, afterall it's an enitre board to shitpiost ponies on.

>>29788658
are you talking about /mlpol/ or /mlp/

>>29787290
>ascended
>Aryanne "ascended" to a form of an ultimate alicorn jew
Disgusting.

>>29725632
I demand this.

>>29791176

>>29791176
bump

>>29786469
but now mlpol is dead

10

To absolutely nobody’s surprise, this project is already growing out of control. I’ve seven documents just for keeping track of what’s going on behind the scenes. The risk of burnout is extremely high. And so, I come to you with a proposal.
One of the biggest drags when writing Steel Sanctuary was that I always knew what was coming next. When I’d sit down to write I was covering ground that I’d already spent time thinking about months ago. There were no surprises, and nothing to keep me interested. With Red Shift, there may be a way around this.
There are many highly suspicious things happening in this setting that are worth investigation, and a few not so suspicious things that are even more worthy of investigation.
Furthermore, there may be suspicious things that turn out to be completely meaningless. From this point forward I intend to have Lyra take notice of the things you mention as being out of place. Within reason of course. Last time somebody mentioned that it was strange that Lyra didn’t know what guns were. She can’t know that that’s strange since she lacks key knowledge. Likewise she won’t take notice of ideas that come from thin air. Somebody proposed that the secret was that Celestia had anon in a dungeon and was trading science for horse pussy. While this is absolutely, definitely true, she has no reason to suspect this. However, if somebody points out something that Lyra might reasonably find unusual, I'll try to make her look into it in the next one. Just to keep things more interesting for me.

No, this is not going full blown CYOA. There is a story I want to tell with pre-planned plot points. Anything that would threaten these things is likely to be discarded. What it is is keeping me on my toes and prompting me to explore certain things in a different order than I might otherwise have chosen. And if you’re not interested, I’ll still keep writing. I just won't enjoy it as much.

>>29796092
>Life had more or less returned to normal for Lyra.
>The past few weeks had been tense at first.
>But as it slowly set in that they didn’t know who’d broken into that weird place, she allowed herself to relax.
>Relax, but not forget.
>She couldn’t forget.
>Whatever all that junk was was right beneath her hooves.
>There was at least twenty meters of dirt between the two of them, but that did little to put her mind at ease.
>What was it?
>Where did it come from?
>Was it dangerous?

>”Lyra! Are you done washing the sheets?”

“Workin’ on it!”

>The not weird machine before her was far less unnerving.
>Indeed, Lyra had seen many ‘washing machines’ before.
>A few years ago they were only found in public laundries, but these days everpony could afford one.
>Lyra stared at the painted metal box before her.
>Inside was bedding.
>Freshly washed, stains removed.
>She put soap in, water came from… SOMEWHERE, and it washed them for her.
>How did it work?
>And far more importantly, where did it come from?
>It was so unlike anything from her foalhood.
>A machine that replaced pony labor, found in an average household.
>When had such strange things become normal?
>It just happened so gradually she hadn’t even noticed.
>But things had changed.
>The blinkers had come off her tack and she could see.
>She just wasn’t sure what it was she was seeing.
>Not yet.
>She levitated the wet linens out of the machine and moved them into the dryer.
>Another weird device.
>Another thing she’d never thought to question.
>The inside bits started spinning and heating.
>Lyra took one last suspicious look at the machines before walking away.
>It’s not that she didn’t trust it.
>It seemed safe enough.
>Nor did she want it gone.
>That device had saved her a great deal of time in the past, and was likely to continue to do so in the future.

>>29796096
>She just wasn’t sure where it came from.
>Lyra left the kitchen to find Bon-Bon sitting in the kitchen writing something.
>The earth pony before her carefully dragged her quill across the page with her mouth, leaving no ink.
>Lyra was tempted to ask what she was writing.
>But she knew better than to put her friend in that awkward position.
>Pushing for secret information wouldn’t end well.
>At best, Bon-Bon would be forced to lie.
>Things would have been so simple for Lyra were this not the case.
>She knew a pony who had insider knowledge.
> She likely didn’t have the exact information Lyra sought, but she surely knew something useful.
>But she couldn’t just ask her friend to betray the trust Equestria had placed in them.
>Even if it seemed like Equestria might not be worthy of that loyalty.
>On the other hoof, though, Lyra had nothing to work with.
>No leads except the bunker.
>No clues except that weird symbol.

“Is it safe to talk?”

>Bon-Bon nodded curtly.
>If Lyra didn’t know her so well she’d think she was upset with.
>But the fact is that she just under a lot of stress.
>The recent break-in has her working overtime every night.
>Lyra couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty about that.
>But she wasn’t ready to quit digging.

“Have you caught the bad pony yet?”

>”They vanished without a trace. Whoever it was, they’re really good at what they do.”

“R-really?”

>”Yeah. They hit at the exact right moment. Guards were changing shifts, rear entrance was open for delivery, there was a false alarm at the other end of the facility to distract them… They had SECONDS to move and they nailed it. This must have taken months of planning.”

>Or insane amounts of luck.

“What did they do?”

>”Classified.”

“Oh. Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

>”That’s not it. I don’t know what happened.It’s above my clearance level. Say… why do you ask?”

“I might be a teensy bit scared.”

>>29796099
>It wasn’t a lie.
>Lyra was worried.
>The gory sight she’d seen underground had her worried.
>Bon-Bon said nothing.

“Isn’t this the part where you tell me not to worry and everything will be fine?”

>”I don’t like lying to you.”

>So cryptic.
>So calm in the face of danger.
>So cool!
>At least she was in Lyra’s eyes.
>Bon-Bon folded up the letter she’d been writing and places it in an envelope.

>”All done for the night. Wanna head out for a bit?”

Later…

>The night wound up taking them to Ponyville’s brand new indoor theater.
>It was another sweltering day in Ponyville and the citizens were glad to finally be free from the confines of their homes.
>Lyra was no exception.
>She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why the weather patrol wouldn’t move at least a couple clouds up to cool things off.
>But for whatever reason it was nothing but clear skies all week long.

>”So, what are you showing tonight?”

>Bon-Bon inquired of the attendant.

>”God Lizard. A terrifying tale of a giant, monstrous dragon destroying a city.”


“Why would we pay to watch that? That happened here just a couple years ago.”

>”R-really?”

>”There’s nothing special about monsters destroying cities. What’s next, a film about swarms of bug monsters eating everything? Ancient evil spirits reshaping the world into a madmare’s fever dream? Shapeshifters replacing loved ones? Demonic invasion from Tartarus? It’s just another day in Ponyville.”

>”You made that last one up!”

>You’re not entirely sure she did.
>Stuff HAS escaped Tartarus before.
>Not demons as far as you know.
>Who knows what the public never hears about?

“Say-”

>Lyra began to ask her friend what the scariest monster she’d ever seen was.
>Somepony who worked in the monster location unit must have seen some of the worst the world had to offer.

>>29796103
>The biggest, ugliest fiends ever to be banished to Tartarus.
>Doubtlessly it’d make an exciting film for everypony not in the know.
>But sadly, she couldn’t share her knowledge.

>”Say what?”

“Uhh- how does the film work? How do you make the moving pictures and sounds?”

>”I dunno.”

>Lyra was disappointed to hear that news.
>Disappointed, but not surprised.
>It seems like nopony knows how any of this new stuff works.
>And for some reason, nopony seemed to care.

“And you’ve never tried to find out? You’re okay with having no idea how the world around you works? Have you no curiosity? Are-”

>”What is WRONG with you?”

>Bon-Bon angrily yelled out of nowhere.

>”You call THAT candy floss? It’s an abomination!”

>Lyra turned to look at the confection stand.
>And Bon-Bon was angrily gesturing at a small plastic tub of spun sugar.

“It’s all right, Bonny. Calm down.”

>”No! Candy floss is supposed to be light and fluffy! This is practically rock candy!”

>“How do you know? You haven’t eaten any.”

>”I don’t need to. Just look at it! I bet this was made days ago.”

>Lyra grabbed the enraged pony and started dragging them away.
>The pair attracted little attention as they walked through Ponyville’s crowded roads
>The asphalt beneath their hooves still felt uncomfortably warm from the blazing sun.
>Lyra pushed her way out of the heart of the city towards what remained of the countryside.
>At some point Bon-Bon took charge and changed course towards the woods.
>Lyra didn’t object.
>She didn’t really care where they went at this point.
>Just so long as they went somewhere quiet.
>They soon found themselves lying on the dry, wilted grass and staring up to the heavens.
>The night sky wasn’t as striking as it used to be.
>The light from Ponyville washed out the fainter stars.
>Even the bright ones seemed comparably dull.
>Lyra had never been much of a stargazer, but even so it felt…
>Wrong.

>>29796110
>Living in Ponyville as it was now was such a far cry from the Ponyville she knew.
>The city kept growing and changing.
>More ponies, more buildings, more gadgets...
>It almost felt like a whole different world.
>And the missing night sky, well, that was just one more thing she’d lost without even noticing.
>Life WAS better these days, of this she had no doubt.
>But there were things she missed.
>Things she feared she might never enjoy again.
>The starry night was gone forever.
>Quiet solitude in the park was no longer an option.
>No matter where she went she was surrounded by strange ponies with odd backgrounds.
>And there was just so much noise all the time!
>Ponyville had changed, it had moved onward at a blinding pace.
>And it left Lyra behind.

>”Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

>”Not really. I made an ass of myself there.”

“Racism aside, what was the problem?”

>”It’s just… It wasn’t about the candy. Okay, it was. It wasn’t JUST about the candy. Everypony loves monster movies, loves seeing them wreck stuff. They don’t know how terrible it can be. And everypony idolizes mockeries of me and what I do.”

>The monster movie had her upset?

>”Nopony knows what I can do or what I have to deal with. Everypony just thinks of me as that mare that eats too much sugar.”

>Lyra would be lying if she said she hadn’t heard that from time to time.
>Some of her friends would even go so far as to ask why Lyra was interested in her companion.

>”Even you.”

>Oh.

“I don’t like Double O Zero. I like you. I just wish I was allowed to know everything about you.”

>Lyra cuddled up closer to her favourite pony beneath the hollow night sky.
>There was at least one thing in her life that hadn’t changed.
>Her feelings for Bonny hadn’t faded.
>If anything they’d grown in recent history.
>Lyra knew for a fact she could trust the mare beside her.
>She was safe when she was around Bon-Bon, and-

>”This was a huge mistake.”

>>29796115
“Pardon?”

>”I brought you here because I wanted to show off. To impress you. But it was a stupid thing to do. You need to hide. Right now.”

>Bon-Bon lept to her hooves in one swift motion and stared up at the sky.
>She gestured off towards the nearby woods without taking her eyes off of…
>A small bird flying off in the distance?

“What’s wrong?”

>”You have five minutes before it gets here. Hide.”

“Uhh. Okay?”

>Lyra reluctantly moved off to hide among the trees.
>She couldn’t figure out what the problem was as the bird drew closer.
>And closer.
>And kept getting closer for several minutes.

*KRAAAAA*

>A vicious gale threatened to knock her over as it passed by overhead.
>She poked her muzzle around the side of the tree to see a massive hawk with a scaled head.
>It opened its beak to bare vicious rows of fangs.
>The once tiny bird she’d seen must have been several kilometers away as it now dwarfed the tallest buildings.
>Bon-Bon stood before it.
>Unflinching.
>Unwavering.
>She reached into her saddlebags and produced a small black ball.
>And the bird turned away from her and started to stomp towards Ponyville.

“Hey, Roc! Get ready to drop like a stone!”

>Lyra grinned like a madmare at the cheesy one-liner before the reality of the situation sank in.
>Sweetie Drops hurled the ball at its eyes speed.
>A sickly yellow cloud erupted at the site of impact.
>And the bird was PISSED.
>It turned towards the offending pony and started pecking wildly.

“Bonny, get out of there!”

>No answer.
>Lyra watched as hundreds of tonnes of predatory muscle bore down on her Bonny.
>On her whole world.
>She was going to DIE out there!
>Lyra had to do SOMETHING!
>ANYTHING!
>She tried to reach out to her magic.
>The fear and panic ruined her concentration, but she dug deep and pulled out what she could manage.
>A simple flame spell splashed against the bird and singed a few feather.
>It didn’t seem to notice.

>>29796123
>She levitated a nearby stone and repeatedly bashed it into the monster’s face.
>Until the Roc ate the rock, reducing it to dust with one vicious bite.
>Lyra watched helplessly as the best pony in the world ran and rolled about, narrowly evading doom with each missed blow.
>There was nothing she could do.
>She was useless.
>Helpless.
>Her magic was failing her yet again.
>She groped at its neck with a telekinetic field trying desperately to slow it down.
>To choke it out.
>To do something!
>Nothing.
>But she needed to help!
>She couldn’t just sit by idly and watch!

“Hold on Bonny.”

>She still had one trick left.
>Lyra might not have been great at evocation or illusions.
>But she she did know some conjuration.
>Sweat poured from her head as she focused.
>Her head burned with each rapid heartbeat as the pressure behind her eyes grew ever more.
>And with a flash of light, an anvil materialised above the bird’s head.
>It hit home.
>Hard.
>And then slipped on the side and buried itself in the ground before vanishing back into the ether.
>It turned to look at Lyra with murder in its eyes.
>And Lyra was paralyzed by exhaustion and fear.

>”I’m not done with you yet!”

>Sweetie Drops raised a dark tube up at its head.
>A grappling hook shot out and coiled around the fiend’s neck.
>It retracted on its own pulling the agent upwards at blinding speeds.
>Special agent Sweetie Drops released the hook halfway through her ascent and flew straight onto the beast’s breast.
>Lyra saw a blinding flash of mana for just an instant before impact.
>When she could see clearly again, the Roc was rapidly rolling through the woods leaving trail of destruction in its wake.
>Fresh soil flew about as it plowed through the ground face first.
>It recovered far too quickly.
>But when it rose, one wing dangled by its side.
>Broken.
>That wing was now useless.

“Just like me.”

>>29796127
>Sweetie Drops casually walked up to the monster.
>And to Lyra’s surprise, it backed away.
>Just a little bit.
>But it never quite ran.
>Instead it pecked down one last time when Sweetie Drops approached.
>Her hoof rose.
>Another flash of light.
>The Roc snapped backwards and collapsed.

“Is- is it safe?”

>”Yup!”

>Lyra stepped out of the bushes and cautiously approached the beast.
>It still seemed to be breathing.
>But Bon-Bon didn’t seem concerned.

“That. Was. AWESOME!”

>”We best get out of here before too many prying eyes show up.”

“Wait, you’re just going to leave it there?”

>”A reclamation team is already on the way. Locking them up isn’t my job.”

“So you just beat them up and leave?”

>”No. They usually leave that to the fighters. I’m just supposed to find them. I maaaaaay have neglected to inform them about this so that I’d have a chance at it?”

>Bon-Bon started to walk away from the scene.

>”I’m going to have to have to go report on this. They aren’t going to be happy that it got so close. Stupid!”

>And she disappeared into the night.
>Lyra didn’t answer, instead choosing to survey the destruction.
>How could one kick have been so devastating?
>With one last look she spotted something strange.
>The Roc had an ear tag on it.
>She couldn’t quite read it though.
>Lyra was tempted to get a closer look.
>But far more tempted to be far away, and fast.
>She soon found herself walking past the post office.
>And also the bunker.
>And near the rear entrance was none other than Twilight Sparkle and her assistant.
>She watched quietly as they stepped inside.
>Lyra stood dumbfounded for a moment.
>Twilight Sparkle, a pony she’d known for years, was in the know.
>She had an angle to work with.
>But then…
>She and Twilight hadn’t spoken for years.
>Neither had really made any move to get back together despite living in the same town.

>Truth be told, Lyra was never fond of Twilight, and she was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.
>It was more that they had mutual acquaintances than anything.
>What good would confronting the purple pony princess do?
>Best case it would raise suspicion.
>No, Lyra knew she wasn’t getting anything out of Twilight.
>However…

Later that evening.

>Lyra stood before the crystal tree shaped palace thingey adorned in all black.
>She didn’t know what she was looking for.
>But she knew Twilight was out.
>And she also knew that just asking around wouldn’t do her any good.
>If she was going to get to the bottom of all this stuff, she had to do it the Sweetie Drops way.
>Which, Lyra naively assumed, meant going in through the front door.
>Was she really going to do this?
>Was she going to break into somepony’s home on her quest for truth?
>Was she ready to become a criminal just so she could know more?

“Totally!”

>It swung open without resistance.
>Lyra quietly mused to herself that it was strange.
>Why wouldn’t the princess of all ponies lock their door on the way out?
>Sure, nopony locked their doors a few years back.
>But in the new Ponyville you could never be too sure.
>Everypony locked their doors when they left their homes empty.
>And why were all the lights on in the foyer?
>She quickly flicked the lights off with her magic as she prowled through the building.
>Nothing seemed particularly out of order at first blush.
>Save for the opulence and size it seemed like any other home.
>With all the lights on.
>And none of the doors locked.
>Lyra popped another door open to see a pony sitting quietly in a reading room.
>She nearly slammed the door in panic, but barely managed to stop herself in time.
>Instead she quietly stepped away.
>’Wasn’t that that cultist pony?’ she thought to herself.
>Indeed, it looked quite a bit like Starlight Glimmer.
>Since when was she living with Twilight?
>Does SHE know what’s going on?

>>29796143
>Lyra backed away slowly, not daring to close the door fully lest she make a noise.
>Whatever the case may be with Starlight, there was nothing to be gained from being seen.
>Lyra considered leaving.
>But her curiosity got the best of her and she moved on.
>Nothing suspicious in the grand hall or washroom.
>Nor in the throneroom.
>Next was the bedroom.
>As a very embarassed Lyra returned a box under Twilight’s bed, she noticed something.
>A weak arcane signature coming from the wall.
>A less gifted unicorn would have totally missed it.
>But Lyra was no ordinary unicorn.
>She was trained at Princess Celestia’s school.
>Lyra lacked power, but did not want for finesse.
>She moved up to it.
>Put her hoof up to the wall.
>And nearly fell through the illusion.
>On the other side was a small cramped office with a tiny stack of papers set off to the side.
>But in the middle of it all was a green glowing box.
>Something felt wrong about the box, almost as though it it didn’t belong in this world.
>It had an otherworldly glow about it as though it wasn’t intended for pony eyes.
>Lyra strained her eyes to look at it.
>Upon it was written a strange combination of symbols.

>>29796147
A:\>cd ART

A:\ART>cd AL3

A:\ART\AL3>037.txt

Object class: safe

Access: Need To Know

037 is an extremely powerful tool with greater mathematical capacity than the entirety of ponykind.
Our best attempts are yet insufficient with all completed objects performing below expected parameters. However, it is our belief that they will save time in the long run by allowing us to process data at previously unimaginable rates. The underlying mechanism that allows 037 to function is ill understood (see 037-AD5.txt) and could use more inspection. Proposing further funding (see 037-PR12.txt)

Though there does not appear to be any risk in doing so, AL0 has insisted that 037 not be declassified at this time.

A:\ART\AL3>

>That was it.
>Lyra had caught them red hoofed.
>She had no idea what was going on, but it was still a huge breakthrough.
>There were multiple ponies working with mysterious machines and hiding them from the public.
>And at least one princess was in on it.
>She had done it.
>She had actually managed to do spy stuff!
>She had just been recorded on camera.
>Lyra only then noticed the camera sitting above the entryway pointed down on her.
>Luckily for her she’d had the foresight to hide her identifying features.
>But even so this complicated things.
>She could leave and they’d have footage of her snooping around.
>Or she could destroy it and they’d have evidence of an intruder.
>They were going to know that they’d been found out, one way or another.
>It didn’t take her long to decide on her course of action.
>She crushed the machine in her telekinetic grip.
>Lyra wanted to stay longer.
>She wanted to snoop around.
>What would Double O Zero do?
>Stick around until she knew everything, get caught, wind up in some absurd death trap, and then escape in an equally absurd manner.
>What would Sweetie Drops do?
>She didn’t know.
>It was too late to slip out without a trace.
>So…
>In for a penny in for a pound?

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>>29796152
>She grabbed all the papers she could before absconding into the night.
>She didn’t notice the light pink unicorn watching her as she snuck out.

Recovered documents follow.

-3
F jrpq obfqboxqb qexq lro bkzovmqflk jbqelap xob ixzhfkd. Xkvmlkv tfqe x mxppfkd rkabopqxkafkd lc zovmqldoxmev tlria zoxzh qefp tfqe bxpb. F rkabopqxka qexq qefp fp elt jbqela lkzb pbosba vlr tbii, yrq qfjbp exsb zexkdba xka pl jrpq tb. XI3

+6
Eua xgoyk gt kdikrrktz vuotz. Uax hajmkz oy yzxgotkj gy oz oy gtj ck cut'z hk ghrk zu xkrkgyk znoy zu znk vahroi gte zosk yuut. Nuckbkx, ck corr cotj av yvktjotm suxk ot znk rutm xat ol ck jut'z ju oz xomnz znk loxyz zosk. Znk gjbgtikj rotky gxk kdikyyobk lux cngz ck'bk vrgttkj lux znk iusotm sutzny, haz ck corr hk cgtzotm znks ot znk ekgxy zu iusk. GR0


+12
U tmhq eqduage oazoqdze dqsmdpuzs eqogdufk mf agd rmouxufuqe. Iq tmp ftmf uzfdgpqd mf rmouxufk 37 vgef xmef iqqw ita saf mimk, ftq uzfdgpqd uz mf rmouxufk 12 ita efuxx iaz'f fmxw, mzp ftqdq mbbqmde fa nq mf xqmef azq xqmw mf rmouxufk 63. Iq omz zaf mrradp fa mxxai rmouxufuqe 000 ftdagst 004 fa nq oaybdayueqp, qxeq ftqdq iuxx nq za otmzoq ar egooqee. U bdabaeq iq qcgub mxx sgmdpe iuft MDF-54 mzp MDF-97 uyyqpumfqxk. Ymk ftq efmde radsuhq yq. MX1

-5
Mzlpznodib kzmhdnndji oj yznomjt vgg nvhkgzn ja VMO-148. Do vkkzvmn oj cvqz ij xjinompxodqz vkkgdxvodjin viy dn zsxzkodjivggt yvibzmjpn. D mzhvdi nfzkodxvg ocvo do rdgg apixodji vn zskzxozy, wpo zqzi da do yjzn, oj rcvo ziy? Rz vmz ijo hjinozm, rz'qz ij izzy ajm npxc avibn. VG2


That's it.
We're starting to get into it.
One of my problems with Steel Sanctuary was that the opening was way too short and I just jumped into the action. I think I may have made the opposite mistake this time and took too long to get into it.

And sorry that it's going so slow. As I said, several documents keeping track of what's happening off screen. I probably should have gotten that all done before starting, but it's too late for that now.

>>29796171
I think the opening's pace is fine. It's a spy story, it being tense and mysterious is a key part of the experience.

>>29796171
Hi ho. Does anyone want me to post the cipher or should I just post the decrypted text? I'm noone important, I just really like the story.

>>29796171
>several documents keeping track of what's happening off screen
You may or may not take your work a bit too seriously.
Not that I'm complaining or anything. Stuff's good.

>>29797128
Go make a pastebin with the text and link it here.

>>29797128
I d think it d better to not post the decryption at all, maybe include clues for it and after anons ITT decrypted then show it, either on green or separate paste
That or put the decryption keys on paste, with encrypted and decrypted files, still at least give some time for Anons to work it out unless Lyra herself decripts it

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Makes me think
Do you think ponies have discovered calculus? If not, what do you think Twilight would think of it

>Anon, this seems neat, but why would you ever need something like this
>pic related

>>29797279
>>29797798
The paste is already up. It contains the decryption and the programme for decrypting it.

It took me an embarrassing 50 min to write the programme.

So should I post the link or not?

>>29797878
Yes. I'd love to see what is going on without wasting my time doing the same thing you did.

>>29797878
You actually wrote a program to crack it? I'm more than flattered.
I've no objections to you posting it. Lyra will be taking a look at it sooner or later, but if I didn't want you to be able to read it I'd have used a better cipher.

>>29797265
That's just my autism at play. In Steel Sanctuary I wound up having to refer to my own paste several times for reference to keep the story straight. With this one half the story is happening off screen so that's not an option. I'm sure I could improvise all that as it comes up with only minor problems, but again.
Autism.

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>>29798056
Well here it is
https://pastebin.com/pW152F3t
It's a really shitty programme, and needs a bit of tweeking to be perfect. But it works.

>>29798098
Oh no, the programme doesn't crack it. I cracked it after 30sec looking at the text. The programme just takes in the key and translates. It can also be used to encrypt in theory. I just couldn't be bothered to do the busy work.
Although you do deserve the flattery.

Also, pic related is the cypher I whipped up while bored in English class.

>>29798199
Looks like some of decoded text got cut off a bit.

>>29798258
It's not the decoding, he wrote it that way

>>29798276
Nope. It appears to be a rather simple substitution cipher, so the before and after should have the same number of characters (except punctuation). The second one is 254 characters instead of 348 and the third is 255 instead of 441.
Still, thanks for doing this. We found at least one interesting thing in there already.

>>29798359
I'm confused. The last letters just aren't there. I checked

>>29798359
Here are those parts with missing text fully decoded

+6
you raise an excellent point. our budget is strained as it is and we won't be able to release this to the public any time soon. however, we will wind up spending more in the long run if we don't do it right the first time. the advanced lines are excessive for what we've planned for the coming months, but we will be wanting them in the years to come. al0



+12
i have serious concerns regarding security at our facilities. we had that intruder at facility 37 just last week who got away, the intruder in at facility 12 who still won't talk, and there appears to be at least one leak at facility 63. we can not afford to allow facilities 000 through 004 to be compromised, else there will be no chance of success. i propose we equip all guards with art-54 and art-97 immediately. may the stars forgive me. al1

>>29798199
Just curious by why go through the effort of making our own program to decode a caesar cipher instead of just doing a quick search to find a website that's already has one?

>>29800363
Well, I already showed what I made while bored in English class
>>29798199
So that's just a few steps away from makeing a programme. I don't know anything about Cryptology, so I didn't know it had a name so I couldn't be bothered to Google it. When I realised how long it would take to do by hand I decided that it's a simple enough programme to make so I did. It was fun and searching on Google for something so simple is like googling a programme for counting up, it's just pointless. If you have the necessary experience, which in this case is next to none, why not just power through it?

>>29800503
>why not just power through it?
It's faster and you don't have worry about potential bugs like how it doesn't write the letter a.

boop

>>29803324

>>29799570
So from this we can safely assume that they've only just begun. They're talking about things they'll want years later so the end is not yet in sight.

Also What's so important about 000 and 004? It seems like the others are that big of a deal compared to them, and the one Lyra found was 057. Meaning it wasn't an important one.

>>29805085
Maybe 000 through 004 are where they keep the original source for their new tech?

>>29805085
>>29805651
I'm guessing something like "The Manehattan Project" given the way they talk about it

>>29803324
boop

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>>29751696
>swimbelts

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>>29807248
It looks like swimbelts are actually an entirely different thing. They're basically foam attached to a belt

>>29807119

>>29810109
>applejack_discovers_moonshine.jpg

>>29810232
Do you know if there's a good story where Anon brings alcohol to equestria?

>>29730347
Is that... a plush Luna wearing makeshift chainmail?

>>29770628
>Twilight opened her eyes, yawning herself into strained wakefullness. A few minutes later she had a cup of coffee brewed and was slowly poring over the newest paper. For some reason her eyes seemed unfocused, but she attributed that to her still waking up. Taking a sip from her coffee, she immediately paused.
>"Why... does this taste like grape juice?" she asked, peering quizzically into the blackened depths contained with her porcelain mug.
>The remainder of her morning consisted of running tests on the abnormality, eventually finding out that about half of her foodstuffs and drinkable liquids had mysteriously just... started tasting like grape juice. To compound on this irregularity ( the idea that it could have been Discord was quickly discounted, on account of the fact that the only thing amiss was the taste of the objects in question, and not one article seemed to have developed sentience,) it appeared that Pinkie Pie was late to join Twilight for lunch like she had said she would.
>Well thats just wrong, Pinkie never breaks one of her promises. Never mind how inane any of them might be.
>Twilight exited the library, partaking a terrifying sight. Beyond the confines of her door... was nothing. Endless white, stretching on into infinity. The depthless insanity, staring back into her soul.
>Twilight slammed the door shut, her breath heavy in her throat as she started to hyperventilate. There was nothing out there. Nothing! How had she not noticed? Where had it all gone? How did she... manage to get the mornings paper... if there was nopony outside to deliver it...? Twilight swiveled her gaze, looking over at one of the libraries large windows. Outside of its pane, the town of Ponyville stretched forth, peaceful and as tranquil as always.
>A little too tranquil.
>Peering out of the window, Twilight became aware of a fair few things. One, there was nopony around. It might as well have been a blank empty nothingness, there was just as much activity to-

>>29810954
Continued
>-be had. Two, as with the missing ponies, there appeared to be little to no animals scurrying around. Twilight usually didnt notice animals wandering around, but the absence of them was glaringly obvious. Three, the clouds in the sky appeared to be... moving. Without Pegasi moving them.
>That was impossible.
>Twilight felt the vestiges of a panic attack coming on, and viciously tamped down on her reaction. Panicking wouldn't help her. She had to think this through, she couldn't actually be all alone, there had to be an explanation for all of-
>Twilight picked up a chair, and tossed it as hard as she could at the window.
>The window shattered, glittering motes of light reflecting in neverending blackness. cracks spread from the walls, fracturing the floor and ceiling as Twilight fell backwards into the abyss. Scattered possessions fell with her, a book or two keeping her company as she screamed herself hoarse. Eventually all light faded, leaving her blind. Not even her screams to scare away the darkness.
>Twilight opened her eyes, yawning herself into strained wakefullness. Anon stood over her, a disapproving look stamped across his squashed muzzle. Or it could have just as easily been constipation. Humans were so hard to tell proper expressions from. Anon flicked her in the forehead, hard.
>"I told you not to mess with my stuff! The helmet aint ready to work with pony minds, you dumbass!"

Ehn, lost interest. guess I'm done.

>>29811032
You had a very cool horror vibe going on there, good job

>>29770628
>>29811032
>>29812040
>major villain is tricked into using VR gear to "destroy the Elements hidden in the digital world"
>Anon disables the failsafe to keep the big bad under, blurring real and virtual realities together for everyone inside
>he now has to yank Twilight and friends out one by one, replacing with digital copies to keep the bad guy busy
>eventually all ponies are safe and somewhat able to distinguish what is real and what is not, Ponk still in reality-wide party withdrawal
>villain stays in virtual reality so he wouldn't hurt anyhorse and so that they would have time to prepare for the final showdown
>a week goes by, at some time Anon gave him godlike powers just for lulz
>finally, Star Butt, along with Sun and Moon Butts decide it's time to face the bad guy

>>29812845
>Anon shuts down the simulation and removes the gear, the former sole resident of virtual Ponyville slowly wakes up
>before the winghorned royals sits, a mere shadow his former self, babbling and utterly crazy, the Evil Guy himself
>he already defeated all three of them countless times yet they always came back, likely eager for more punishment which he would happily dispense
>his magic, sadly, withered away while keeping him alive all this time, not that he remembers how to use the real one now
>he concentrated, intent on lighting Luna's mane on fire, but alas the lunar princess' mane was still dark as a night
>"That's weird, it usually works... Ha, guess I'll have to do it the earth pony way!" with that said he gets out of the chair and wobbles to the princesses
>he raises his hoof to smite the pathetic Euestria's defenders... and hits the shield they immediately threw down
>it was a barely noticeable tap on the magic barrier, the atrophy claimed his muscles and the strength of his blow, even Fluttershy posed a bigger threat now
>he yelled and threw insults at the trio, frail body shivering from the slow realization of his helplessness
>after some struggle and a lot of swearing, some of it from Anon, whose workshop was trashed by the crazy horse, the now relatively harmless ex-villain was shipped into local bedlam to repair the damage to his mind done by the virtual reality
>having witnessed the dangers of the new technology, Celestia bans VR, only allowing it's application for scientific purposes with her or Luna's personal approval
>it suffice to say that these days Spike rarely spends an hour without either sending a letter or receiving one

>>29812845
>>he now has to yank Twilight and friends out one by one, replacing with digital copies to keep the bad guy busy

I want this so badly

>>29811032
>sees issue
>immediately flings a chair through a window
SHE'S HARDCORE

>>29815177
In my defense, I was growing irritated at the stagnant pace at which I was making and decided that she simply freaked out in order to wrap up the story faster. It might have been a bit of an ass pull, but it still worked, right?

>>29815712
I can understand hat

>>29815577

10

>>29815712
It's not necessarily a bad thing, afterall Twilight does have a bit of habit of having extreme freakout moments

>>29812845
lol

>>29748895
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbBgx0BEuuI

>>29821977
Get out'a here Lyre-uka, before i spam Molecular Prime so'more

>>29821977
M-m-my dick!

>>29823080
did it pinched it?

What would ponies think of realistic sex robots?

>>29824491
I would imagine they would be very prudish about such matters

Time for some green.

>On January 11, 1909, the Department of the Interior formally purchases 50 A-9 four-door sedans from AMC, at a cost of $42,500.
>They’re transported to an empty warehouse near the factory, where they can be modified.
>Over the next few weeks, the chassis are lifted and the cars’ underpinnings are raised in preparation for the unknown terrain they’ll soon explore.
>A small army of spare parts is slowly amassed, and the rear seats are taken out of every vehicle to hold their various cargo.
>The most exciting feature the explorers will be bringing with them is a new invention you’ve been dying to test out: wireless telegraphs.
>Two vehicles in each convoy will be equipped with the new technology, one with the transmitting equipment and one with the receiving equipment and operators’ workstations.
>A rudimentary portable antenna will be brought along in another one of the vehicles, to be taken out and assembled at sunset when the convoys stop for the day.
>At night, when the transmitters are most effective, messages can, hopefully, be sent back to Lancaster.
>All the technology is in its infancy, so it’s anyone’s guess as to whether or not you’re sending it all with them for nothing.
>But you’re optimistic.
>While the equipment is assembled, the recruitment process begins.
>Thousands of ponies, griffons, diamond dogs, zebras, and minotaurs all apply, and a team of government employees whittles the applicants down to the final hundred.
>They’re a team of strong-willed, experienced adventurers in their prime.
>It only takes a month to train them all.

>>29825934
>In that time, you’ve started to get a little nervous.
>There’s no denying that this is a big step for Arcadia, and failure is not an option.
>Not only have the citizens of Arcadia already turned the explorers into national heroes, but it would be a national embarrassment.
>You’re not sure when the news will make it to the assortment of kingdoms across the ocean yet, but you do know that this is one of your first chances to prove yourself on a global scale.
>Obviously, building Lancaster without dying was one opportunity as well.
>So was constructing the tallest building in the world and being formally recognized by a global superpower, of course.
>But this is another opportunity to extend your influence and show the world what Arcadia can do.
>And you don’t want to mess it up.
>You’re preparing the explorers for the worst, because nobody has any idea what’s beyond the horizon.
>It could be calm and peaceful, filled with horrors never before seen by sentient eyes, or anywhere in between.
>Machetes may not be enough to stop what’s out there.
>You dug through your old drawings from when you first arrived in Equestria, and you didn’t find any record of what you were looking for.
>You never put the schematics for a rifle on paper, where they could be seen or stolen.
>But it may be what these convoys need to survive.

>>29825943
>You’re well aware of the enormous capabilities of modern Earth weaponry, and you know that there’s no going back once you’ve started.
>And you’ve made it your mission to give Equus the technology that would improve countless lives while still staying far, far away from their destructive capabilities.
>When you left Dodge Junction and headed south for what would become Arcadia, way back in 1900, you crafted a rudimentary musket in total secrecy.
>Then, like now, nobody knew what was out there.
>But, as it turned out, the desert was devoid of hostile life, and you destroyed the weapon without ever firing a single shot.
>There’s no point in ruining the world’s innocence without a very good reason.
>Now though, you’re not willing to take a chance.
>You have the means to ensure the convoy’s total protection from almost anything the world could throw at them.
>So why not now?
>You extend the explorers’ training for a week to allow for advanced psychological screening and background checks to ensure that everyone’s who they say they are.
>You don’t want modern weaponry to fall into the wrong hands, hooves, talons, or paws.
>Just thinking of all the blood that could end up on your hands has kept you up for hours over the past week.
>Before the extensive evaluation starts, you assemble a team of the Arcadian Innovation Company’s most trusted geniuses in a small, well-hidden room in the bowels of the company’s headquarters.
>Having worked on other cutting-edge technology in the past, they all have the high-level security clearance that this project necessitates.
>They spend the better part of a week crafting prototypes and testing them in a long room adjacent to the one they’re working in.

>>29825955
>In another week, a small factory is secured on the outskirts of Lancaster, and the 1909A rifle and 1909B pistol are assembled in total secrecy, along with enough ammunition to sustain the convoys.
>They’re a little unrefined, but they’re a massive leap forward compared to swords or bows and arrows.
>The weapons are all packed into crates and moved in the dead of night to the temporary training center just outside town.
>It takes a week to teach them all proper technique and give them all practice.
>Since hooves can’t pull triggers and modifications to the weapons’ basic designs weren’t developed in enough time, the missions’ ponies are out of luck.
>It’s up to the griffons, diamond dogs, and minotaurs to defend the convoys.
>But, finally, they’ve reached a point where you’d be comfortable sending them all off into the unknown with the deadliest weapons on the face of the planet.
>The vehicles are loaded and readied, and on Saturday, February 6, 1909, a crowd gathers on the southern end of Lancaster to watch the convoys leave.
>You give a short, unremarkable speech that the crowd adores, wishing them the best in their travels and noting the day’s significance for centuries to come.
>And, at 12:00 PM, the unmistakable sound of fifty AMC engines roaring to life echoes through the crowd, and, amid cheers and applause, the five teams of Arcadia’s finest explorers depart.
>Only they and a handful of others know the exact details of the cargo they’re bringing with them.

And done. I know I've been going AWOL for a pretty long time in between updates so I'm trying to make them a little longer than usual.

Pastebin is updated. Link: https://pastebin.com/eufFYFaw

>>29825992
The way the story is written this event feels like it has the same amount of grandeur as Apollo 11

>>29826214
I mean, the Lewis and Clark expedition has been compared to the moon landing, solely based on the amount of planning that it took to pull off. In terms of Arcadia's technological capability, it really isn't that big of a stretch. Lancaster has only been around for less than a decade, after all.

The actual moon landing will come later.

>>29826339
I think the Lewis and Clark expedition comparison is an extremely apt description

>You are Anonymous.
>You are in an emptying university classroom.
>The students are filing out, chatting with each other after a hard two hours of hearing you lecture them on quantum field theory.
>They all look quite excited to get out of the room.
>You don’t blame them.
>Most people find lectures boring. Even the ones that they find the subject interesting.
>But sadly, you’re paid to teach this way, although you can’t think of a much better way.
>As the last student files out you’re almost done wiping the many boards of their equations and diagrams.
>When you finish, you go to the table and clear up, putting everything into your suitcase.
>You are about to walk towards and out the door when you feel a breeze flow through the empty room.
>Thinking this odd, you turn and examine the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary.
>You feel the breeze again, stronger this time, coming from the upper rows of seats in the classroom.
>You walk up the stairs, trying to find the source of the strange pressure difference.
>You start, as a lightning bolt suddenly erupts from nowhere and grounds itself in a chair, blinding you.
>You jump backwards, nearly tripping and falling down the stairs, and lean on a table next to you and cover your eyes.
>The breeze has now turned into a gale and as you look back to where the lightning came from.
>You see a faint point of light, floating in the air.
>You start breathing hard. Your eyes immediately darted towards the door out, and you start running down the stairs, two at a time.
>You slam into the door, the handle refusing to turn as you desperately rattle it.
>You turn around, your back hugging the door, desperately trying to somehow just squeeze through the wood.

>>29827470
>What you see terrifies you.
>The light has gotten painfully bright and seems to be moving towards you, lightning crackling off it but somehow not blinding you like before.
>As it gets closer and brighter you shield your eyes. Desperately calling for help.
>There’s a sudden, incredibly bright flash of light that shines through your arm, giving it a red tint.

>You suddenly feel like you’re falling, weightless in an empty black void.
>You try to look down but see nothing.
>You wave your hand infront of your face but see nothing
>You look all around but see nothing.
>After what feels like minutes you start to feel heavier.
>When you try to move your arms, they feel leaden and slow. Same for your legs.
>The feeling mounts in intensity until you are completely motionless.
>Now, when you look around, there seems to be a faint light coming from all around you.
>All the shades of the rainbow seem to flow around you, looking almost like a pulsating sphere of wavy water.
>The light steadily brightens, becoming more and more white.
>Soon the pulsating becomes more frequent and intense.
>You close your eyes as it becomes too bright, still feeling heavier than gold.
>There is one final flash.

>Your feet meet with ground but you are caught off balance and you crash, arms first, into what feel like cobbles.
>You slowly open your eyes, the heavy feeling now receding.
>You see what looks to be a wall.
>As you sit up, you see that it is a building, modestly sized, made from smooth, seamless marble.
>When you look down you see neatly arranged, not quite evenly sized flatish stones.
>As you stand up you hear the clopping of galloping hooves and the rattling of wheels coming from behind you.

>>29827477
>When you turn around to look, you are met with a halberd, almost slicing your nose off.
>You back away in surprize but the back of your legs are met with something slightly soft but solid and you trip and fall, landing on what feels like a net which is promptly woven around you, trapping you.
>You are roughly lifted and tossed onto a hard surface with a wooden thump.
>You catch a glimpse of what looks to be a small black horse with a horn and blue mane before a blindfold is tied around your head.
>You hear what sounds like shouting and feel yourself accelerating as you start moving.
>You try to struggle against your bonds but you are tightly bound.

>After several minutes of squeaking wheels, lots of turning, and going into and out of echoey tunnels, it seems you arrive, somewhere.
>You are roughly picked up and dropped onto, a mattress. Perhaps this is your cell?
>The blindfold is removed and you get a good look at your abductors.
>They are indeed, small, colorful horses. All but one wearing green plate armour, the exception being a taller black horned one with blue hair
>Despite its equine face you couldn’t help but imagine it looked disgusted
>Its face was oddly flat for a horse, its thin mouth curved down in a frown, its muzzle, more of a nose than anything else, was turned up, away from you, its massive eyes tense and eyebrows slanted hubwards.
>It makes a few sounds that are vaguely like a language but sound more like someone talking with their mouth full.
>The armoured ones lift you up so you sit against the wall.
>You stare into the black ones eyes, waiting for it to make a move.
>It mumbles a few more noises and a halberd is once again inches from your face.
>The net is slowly removed from you.
>You are stock still, not wishing to provoke.
>When the net is removed the armoured ones bundle it up and back away from you, towards the door.
>Once out the door the black ones horn glows blue, in unison with the door to your cell which is slammed shut.

>>29827486
Well there's some green for you guys. I know it's shit but I can't quite put my finger on why. I'm desperately trying to improve but I've hit a wall. Any and all opinions, criticisms and advice are welcome.

My next post may be a continuation of this or it may be the next chapter, who knows.

I desperately need help, please, don't be gentle.

>>29827518
Not a lot to go off of but I'm interested. You do seem to have a bit of a knack for descriptions i'll give you that

>>29827486
>All but one wearing green plate armour
Are you sure this is correct? Because if so than this can't be royal guard armor... right?

>>29828152
Specialist probably
Green = animal control

>>29827486
MOAR

>>29825992
Missed ya, Scotty.
Also fuck you.

>>29794032
Not as dead as you think, anon.

>>29830151
Fuck off with your cringe sect, but thanks for taking the Aryanne thread away. The guys in the skunkworks of that shithole are all underage b&.

>>29828924
I guess... Hopefully this story will go on long enough for an explanation

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>>29827486

>>29832574
Both what? I'm confused.