Magicless Anonymous #13 - I'm Gonna Stab It Edition

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>last thread died

>>30145798
You all failed the writefags

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>>30145106
>Anon "Giving undercuts to Unicunts" Ymous
>Anon "Just want a trim bro" Ymous
>Anon "Lovin' the Haze, Hatin' the Twilight" Ymous
>Anon "I'M GONNA STAB IT" Ymous
>Anon "Ring in fire" Ymous
>Anon "Don't drop the soap!" Ymous
>Anon "Toastin' bitches" Ymous
>Anon "Runic Screeching" Ymous

>mfw I couldn't bump the thread.
Please forgive me writefu

forgive us for letting the thread become kill

>>30145106
>Urchin finally updates
>thread dies
unacceptable

>1 hour and our thread go 10
Focus asshole.

>writefags work hard to deliver green
>anons let the thread die
>HK shows up with his HK and blows them away
>Urchin starts throwing sea urchins at everyone

Board is really active today. Threads are hitting page 9 and 10 after an hour. Usually it takes two.

Bumping for great justice

>Looking over the story again.
>Realize I forgot to put down the color of Anon's magic.
Dang it. What do you guys want it to be?

>>30147523
Horsepussy Pink.

>>30147526
This

>>30147523
Horsecock Dark.

>>30147523
Shitposter green

>>30141893

>The rest of your day goes mostly normally.
>Your lessons continue, but not entirely as planned.
>Given your current timeline, you have to say you couldn’t care any less about these friendship lessons.
>Minimal effort is put into them on your part.
>Big Daddy becomes ever more disgusted with you throughout the day.
>At one point, Blondie leaves to get everyone ice cream, leaving you and the hulk of a stallion alone.
>”You listen here, you monkey,” he barks, poking his hoof into your chest. “At this point, I don’t care if you’re dying or not. You just better not do anything funny to fuck up my record.”
>You smile and slide your lip between two teeth, then bite down as hard as you can.
>The flesh splits and spills forth blood.
>The taste, almost cringeworthy, is something like lime juice mixed with copper.
>A drop of this toxic substance falls onto his boot and sizzles as the gold melts away.
>His eyes open wide and he jumps back, shaking his hoof and throwing the armor away.
>It flies away and clanks onto the floor, rolling on its side until settling in a crevice between bricks.
>The part facing you has a fist-sized hole in it and the still smoking edges of that are a greenish purple.
“You shouldn’t get too close to me. It’s not healthy.”
>”You son of a,” he starts and raises a hoof as if to strike you.
>It’s at that very same moment that Blondie reenters the room with three vanilla white cones locked in her magical grip.
>When her shimmering blue eyes land on you, they almost pop out of her head.
>”Chaser!”
>”It’s not what it looks like!”
“Bad pony hurt the human. Hit him, Blondie.”
>”He did that to himself! It was self abuse!”
“Lies and slander.”

>>30148095

>”I think you need to leave,” she orders in an uncharacteristically low voice.
>Big Daddy searches for the right words for this situation but can find none.
>The anger leaves his eyes and he marches out, but not before taking one of the cones.
>Slamming the door shut behind him, he abandons the two of you.
>Blondie shakes her head in disappointment and closes the distance between you two.
>You, in a still too small chair, accept the ice cream when it hovers near your hand.
>”Don’t take it personally. He just lost a lot of friends and is having trouble coping.”
“Oh, is that it? Sorry, I must be a little biased given all the times he’s threatened to impale me through the ass.”
>”Some men would take that as a compliment,” she smirks.
>You chuckle and take a lick of your treat.
“Shut up.”
>The ice cream tastes atrocious.
>Not wanting to let her know that, you resolve to keep it to yourself and continue eating the shit on a cone.
>On the bright side, the cold dairy feels great on your lip.
>The two of you spend the rest of the day shooting the shit until the sun sets and it’s time for you to go to bed.
>Your guard escorts you through the winding castle, making sure you get some rest whenever your legs get shaky, and eventually sees you to your room.
>It’s warm again, marking the return of the barrier.
>Good. Now you won’t have to spend the night in a ball.
>Hobbling over to your bed, you undo your jacket and toss it on the floor, then crawl under the covers.
>”Don’t die tonight, you hear me?”
“I’ll do my best.”
>”I mean it.”
“So do I.”
>With a nod, she lowers herself a few steps and closes the door, then makes sure to lock it.

>>30148104

>You lie in bed for quite some time, mulling over how tomorrow will go.
>More specifically, tomorrow night.
>How will dinner go?
>Will you leave then or does Greymane have other plans for you?
>What fi Celestia catches wind of everything?
>These questions and more bounce around the inside of your skull until something unheard of happens.
>The lock on your door clicks and swings open.
>He’s early!
>You throw the covers off yourself and almost jump out of bed, unthinking of the effect that would have on you.
>When your feet slam onto the ground, your body gives up and you crumple down, landing on your hands and knees.
>The door slowly opens, and from the darkness appears not Greymane, but someone else.
>You squint, trying to make out the features.
>Oh no. You know that mane shape.
“Fuck me sideways.”
>The lavender mare who put you here pulls herself into your room and closes the door, locking it once more.
>”Hello, Anon.”
“You’re in my room.”
>She cranes her neck, likely searching for a place to sit and upon not finding one, plots herself down just a few feet away from you.
>”I wanted to talk.”
“I don’t.”
>”I know you don’t.”
“Then leave.”
>”Not yet.”

>>30148112

>You grunt and lean back against the bed.
>She’s not going to leave until she’s said what she came to.
>There’s not even anywhere you can go.
>Well, that’s not entirely, correct.
>You could certainly jump out the window.
>She opens her mouth to speak, but you hold up a pausing finger and turn your head to the right.
>Your stomach, unhappy with what you put in it today, empties itself onto the floor.
>The red acid spreads across the floor and corrodes it, biting through the stone and sending cracks through adjacent bricks.
>It takes a second for you to catch your breath, but when you can, you give her the thumbs up.
>”I know you’re not interested in talking to me, so just listen.”
“I’m not too keen on listening to you either.”
>”I won’t be long.”
“You better not be.”
>”Look, Anon, this isn’t easy for me to say, ok?”
“You’re killing yourself?” you ask excitedly.
>”Celestia no.”
>And by that, she means “not yet”, right?
>”I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”
>Ah, so she’s not killing herself.
>She’s just trying to mock you.
>The purple princess scooches closer, entering the little light available in your room.
>”It took me a while to work through what you said earlier. I didn’t quite understand what you meant. I had thought I was being a great friend to you. I was so convinced by it that I couldn’t see I was only hurting you.”
“That’s nice. Now leave.”
>”My actions drove you to this pursuit of black magic. Now every bit of power you absorb serves to undo you, and worse still, your aura is identical to mine. It’s like I’m the one killing you right now.”

>>30148120

>Huh.
>You never thought of it like that.
>Jeez, that’s really fucked up.
>”I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted everyone to be happy.”
>Her lavender eyes redden and tear up.
>”All I ended up doing was ruining everything. Now you’re on Death’s door because of me.”
>When she blinks, the tear breaks off and flows down her cheek.
>Enough of them collect on her chin and a droplet separates from her, pittering onto the floor.
>”So I’m sorry, Anon. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you. I’m sorry for not being a friend, I’m sorry for suffocating you, I’m sorry for driving you into this all, and I’m sorry for what’s happening to you. You’d have been better off having never met me.”
“And do you mean all that?”
>She nods, keeping her head low.
“Wow,” you say. “I didn’t think you could get any more pathetic, but here it is.”
>She clenches her eyes shut and swallows.
“The brave princess of friendship coming to me and saying she’s sorry for being the worst pony on the face of the Earth. Did you really think I’d forgive you for everything you’ve done to me? Did you think it would be that easy?”
>”No.”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over your misery.”
>”I didn’t think you’d forgive me. I don’t deserve it. I just wanted you to know that I see now how wrong I’ve been, and how sorry I am it took your death for me to realize it.”
“And you would leave right now if I told you to, knowing that I still hate your guts?”
>The princess nods and shuffles to stand up.
>She turns around and starts a slow walk back to your door.
>Her horn glows in tandem with the lock and opens it, followed by the door, right up.
>This is really it, huh?
>She’s leaving you.
>She’s not just leaving you, but she’s leaving you forever.
>More than any of that, she admitted she was wrong.

>>30148134

“Hey,” you call to her as she enters the stairwell.
>Her ears perk up, but her head remains lowered to hide her watery eyes.
“Twilight, you’re the worst pony I’ve ever met. A few hours ago, I wished you nothing but pain and misery for the rest of your horrific excuse of a life.”
>”I know.”
“Don’t interrupt me,” you demand.
>You try to stand up, but your legs don’t agree with that.
>Instead, you crawl like a child over to her.
“I could have lived the rest of my life having never heard what you just said, but then you barge into my room in the middle of the night and say it anyway.”
>Finally next to her, you ease back onto your feet and sit down.
“You swallowed your pride and poured out your heart, admitting to me how much of a failure you were and how wrong you were about me and everything.”
>The tears are really flowing from her now.
“And now I want you to know something else. Listen up.”
>Extending a hand, you rest it on her head.
>Her eyes shoot open, flinging tears at you.
>Slowly and as gently as you can, you stroke her mane.
“I forgive you.”
>”Anon?”
“Don’t get me wrong. I still hate you and I never want to see you again, but as long as you understand what you’ve done and how wrong it was, I forgive you.”
>”You can’t be serious.”
“It’s ok if you’re retarded about friendship, Twilight. You are just a pony after all. Nobody expects intelligence out of you. Just leave the brooding to me.”

>>30148142

>”Anon, I…”
“Now get out of my room and don’t let me catch you around here again.”
>The princess, dumbfounded, can only muster a nod.
>Even so, she continues to stand there, staring at you.
“Well?”
>”Oh, right. Sorry.”
“I know you are.”
>Twilight takes a few more steps down and begins to lower the door.
>”Thank you.”
“Whatever.”
>Your door shuts and the lock clicks.
>Alone at last.
>You sigh and pull yourself back over to your bed.
>Did you really mean what you said back there?
>Forgiving Twilight sounds impossible.
>After all, she led you down the road of ultimate self destruction.
>She is the embodiment of everything you hate.
>At the same time, you are the embodiment of all of her shortcomings.
>Telling you that she was sorry, that she was wrong, must have killed her.
>Isn’t forgiving her the least you can do?
>It feels right, at least.
>Maybe this whole dying thing is getting to you.
>Dying all pissed off would really suck.
>Maybe it’s time you let go of all this anger.
>With a few obvious exceptions, things are pretty alright.
>You even get to kick the bucket out in the woods just like you wanted.
>What reason do you have to be angry anymore?
>Well, if there’s something, it will make itself known soon.
>You seem to remember having another revelation like this a few weeks ago before getting shat on by a royal guard squad and the Wonderbolts.

>>30148167

Well thanks to the thread dying I had to really pump this out for the grand opening of the new one. I better not have to update this again, y'hear? Just kidding, there's more coming later. That's all I have tonight though. Well, that and an updated pastebin. Now go to sleep, dear readers. It's late and you have to be up tomorrow https://pastebin.com/8DSdhfkR

>>30148182
>What timing
Great story urchin

>>30148182
Fuck. I didn't wanna feel this feel
At least Anon is making peace with the fact he fucked himself
Also Blondie is still okay emotionally, it looks like. Thank god
Too pure

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Oy is it dying again?

>>30148182
YOU'RE NOT MY DAD, YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
But seriously good job on somewhat redeeming Twiggles and Anon with this post.

>”So, you’re saying this “Well of Magic” gave magic to you, of all things?”
“Yes, Rainbow, I did say that. I think that’s all I said.”
>You are Anonymous and the mare you are speaking with right now is Rainbow Dash.
>Apparently Twilight told her about your new found magic, and she wanted to see it in action.
>After much pestering from the rainbow mare, you agreed to, though after a day dedicated to training your magic.
>And boy, are you glad you did train.
>”So when are we gonna get there?”
“That depends on how fast we both move.”
>Given the recent incidents your magic caused, showing it off next to other ponies is a worse idea than the last ‘stunt’ Rainbow Dash did.
>There’s still a hole in your lawn from that day.
>Instead, you decided a place the town actively avoided was the best place to show off to the show off.
>And if it had a lot of rocks to show off what you’ve discovered to Rainbow, all the better.
>Thus, the mare by your side agreed to wait until you’ve reached the Everfree.
>”C’mon, can’t you show me something real small?”
>That doesn’t mean she’s being patient about it.
“No Rainbow. Look, we’re almost there, so just hold on for about a minute.”
>”But the anticipation is killing me. I mean, you can shoot lasers! Do you know how awesome that is.”
“Did Twilight tell you about that?”
>”No. It was that one doctor who got a face full of it. I was in for a minor injury, and met him in the waiting room.”
>Oh, him.
“Did you get his name by chance? I forgot to apologize to him.”
>”Nah, but he doesn’t seem too mad about it. At least not as mad as you’d expect.”
>Pretty sure that’s still pretty freaking mad.
>Not like you blame him, of course.

>>30150791
>”Hey Anon! We’re here; the edge of the Everfree Forest.”
>The sheer number of nearby trees and the darkness of the forest within shows just how honest she’s being.
>Well, time to give her a show she won’t soon forget.
“Alright, just watch closely and keep your distance. I don’t want fried pegasus for dinner.”
>”Wait Anon, what are you do...in…”
>She doesn’t get to finish as you fire a medium sized beam straight into the air, slightly larger in diameter than your fist.
>Of course, no flying things were harmed in the process, or at least not ones large enough to matter.
>After roughly six seconds of firing, you stop to gauge Rainbow’s reaction.
>Wide eyed, open mouthed, and overall completely stunned.
>Not like you expected anything less.
>Fortunately, she seems to snap out of it pretty quickly.
>”That.Was.AWESOME!”
>The praises of the town’s resident weather pony is not something you’re used to.
>You could get used to it.
>Yet as she makes bold exclamations about how ‘epic’ or ‘sweet’ it was, you can’t help but wonder why she’s so excited about this.
>Mostly because you’re pretty sure Twilight can do the same thing.
“Hey, Rainbow….”
>”Yeah, Anon?”
>You were about to ask her, but you started thinking about how good her adoration was.
>Maybe it’s because you screwed up several times with your magic, but being told how great you were really made you feel good.
>And it made her happy as well, so why not continue.
“I actually have another...use for my magic I’ve been working on. Do you want to see it or have you had enough?”
>Her face lights up for just a moment, before becoming composed once more.
>Well, as composed as she could be.

>>30150796
>”Yeah, sure. Bet you can’t impress me twice.”
“We’ll see, Missy.”
>Grabbing a rock nearby, you hold it in your hand and begin charging it.
>Should take naught but a quarter minute, but you feel that’s too long for your audience.
>And just as you’re done with the preparations, she proves you right.
>”What’s taking so long?!?”
“Just getting prepared Rainbow, but if you’re so impatient I might as well stop right now?”
>”You wouldn’t dare.”
>Of course you wouldn’t, but she doesn’t know that.
“Wanna bet on that? Or do you want to be a little more patient and see the magic?”
>Thankfully your bluff worked; the mare finally sat down with what resembles a pout.
>Alright you think you’ve charged the rock up enough, so you throw it as hard as you can into the air.
>After reaching a certain distance you shoot at it a single, tiny bolt of mana.
>The second after you shot it, yet before it made contact with the rock, you asked yourself one question.
>Did you stop charging it when talking to Rainbow?
*BOOM!*
>Guess not.

>>30150800
>For the briefest of moments, a torrent of raw mana burst from the rock.
>Instinctively, you shielded your eyes from the blinding flash of light, and you suspect Dash did the same thing.
>When the light finally dimmed, you saw what damage you had wrought.
>Not much, it seems.
>Sure, some of the leaves had been blown off and you’re smelling the distinct aroma of roasted insect, but otherwise everything is fine with the Everfree.
>”AWESOME!”
>You didn’t even have time to think about looking at Dash, but thankfully she seems alright all things considered.
>”I mean, it’s no Sonic Rainboom, but still.”
>Now you’re glad she distracted you for as long as she did, else she might not be nearly as impressed.
>Best not to tell her that, you’re really liking the praises.
>”...And it looks like it could knock out a manticore! I can’t wait to see what else you have!”
>Looks like they’re coming to an end anyways.
“Sorry, that’s all I have right now.”
>”Wait, that’s it?”
“Technically no, but the rest is either important to how I did the other two or a basic application of them. In short, boring.”
>Aw, now she looks disappointed.
>Quick, you can fix this.
“But when I come up with anything else I’ll let you know, alright?”
>”You should probably tell me first.”
>That wasn’t Rainbow, not at all.
>Looking behind you, you soon see a familiar winged unicorn.
“Hey, Twi. Why are you here?”

>>30150811
>”Why am I here? There was a giant explosion of magical energy right above the Everfree forest, right above you. I should be the one asking that question!”
>Did it really draw that much attention.
>Well of course, dummy; it was a big explosion, people tend to notice those.
“Oh that. I found a new application for my magic and wanted to show Rainbow. I was going to show you later, but if you want I can explain it now.”
>Why isn’t she calming down?
>”And just why didn’t you consult me first? You know I could have run a few more tests to make sure something like this wouldn’t happen. Or to prevent something worse.”
“Mostly so Dash would stop bugging me about it first. You know how she can be impatient.”
>”Hey! I’m right here you know!”
“We know, Rainbow.”
>Finally, the rage of the princess is subsiding.
>”Alright. So what did you do and how?”
“Glad you asked.”
>You reach to grab another rock and hold it near Twilight’s face.
“As you can see, this is a plain, ordinary rock. Nothing special about it. However, by forcing my magic into it, I can make it a magic rock.”
>You then charge the stone in your hand, though far less than the previous one.
“Now, here’s the fun part. From several tests I’ve done, I figured out how to ‘charge’ an object from a distance.”
>Much to your surprise, her face isn’t showing much if any… well, surprise.
“Of course, I can only shove a tiny amount of my magic from such a great distance. And given what happened at your castle....”
>There’s that look of realization.

>>30150819
>”Wait, what happened at Twi’s Castle.
>You turn to Dash to answer her question.
>You’d leave this to Twilight, but she wouldn’t answer in an easy to digest manner at first.
“Smaller explosion from testing my magic the first time. Nothing too important.”
>Hopefully that’s enough for her, as you turn around to Twilight to finish your lecture.
“So tell me, what happens to the rock?”
>”The magical energy within becomes volatile. Without any outside force to keep the magic contained, the vessel erupts in an explosion.”
“Just.”
>You toss the stone far into the air again.
“Like.”
>You shoot it with your magic when it nears its apex.
“THIS!”
>The rock explodes into an infinite number of pieces in a brilliant display of blue light.
“And that concludes today’s lesson. Any questions?”
>No responses.
>Good.
“Now I hope you don’t mind, but I need to get home and finish those books you gave me Twilight. Who knew the origin of the repair spell could be so exciting?”
>”Alright Anon. Just remember your promise next time.”
“To tell you about new developments with my powers first, right?”
>”Exactly.”
“Don’t worry, I will. See ya both later!”
>”Goodbye, Anon.”
>”See ya, Anon.”
>And with that, you're off onto the next task you’ve planned for today.
>And with that, more practice and experimentation.
>Who knows what else you might discover about your magic; what new applications, what new abilities you will unlock.
>Only time will tell.

>>30150827
I finally did it. It's gonna improve hopefully.
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/FyXvxfbi

>>30148182
Don't ever stop writing erf

>>30148134
If Twilight is really so sorry about her dying friend, then why won't she try to go back in time to fix everything?

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>>30150944
Holy shit
you're right
It's been done before
and if this was the cartoon she would do it without a doubt

>>30150944
Why didn't she do that with Tirek for her house? Or why didn't any of the guards, Celestia, Twilight, or any other alicorn do it to save those guards in the fire? You know why? Plotline.

>>30150944
Because that didn't work last time she did it.

>>30151541
>Why didn't she do that with Tirek for her house?
Because she didn't want to risk making the situation worse - going back in time and changing anything would make her victory uncertain. And she couldn't risk the fate of Equestria because of a single building, even if it was a very small risk.
>Or why didn't any of the guards (...) do it to save those guards in the fire?
They're not powerful enough.
>why didn't (...) Celestia, Twilight, or any other alicorn do it to save those guards in the fire?
If they did, then other ponies would start asking those alicorns to come back in time for them as well. And going back to specific time and place, because some stranger asked you to do it, is just asking for a trap from villains (like Chrysalis). It's a bad idea to risk life of a ruler for the sake of few of her subjects.

>Plotline.
Worst. Excuse. Ever.

>>30151664
She was a unicorn back then. Now everything changed.

>lunchbreak bump

>>30147979
This

>>30147526
This but only if it is described as such.

>bump

>>30148551
Until she learns what he's done. Then her little heart will just turn to dust.

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>>30154749
Why would you post that?

>>30155525
Bump

>>30155536
She wants that human cock bad. She's going to be real upset hearing her crush killed all her friends.

Can someone remind me why anon bound himself with runes instead of a staff or gauntlet or suit or something?

>10

>>30157407
Because then he wouldn't have magic, he would have an object that has magic. That might not sound like a big difference to a normal person, but anyone who has ever felt small or not good enough and was desperate for a way out would understand.

>>30157407
If you were a midget, would you rather drink a potion that would make you normal sized or walk on stilts all the time?

>>30148142
>I forgive you
>It’s ok if you’re retarded about friendship, Twilight. You are just a pony after all. Nobody expects intelligence out of you. Just leave the brooding to me.
kek

>>30158654
Probably the exosuit stilts if there was a very clear chance the potion would kill me in a horrifically painful way instead
The stilts can be upgraded and improved, death cannot

>>30159272
Well, no one told him the potion would kill him at first. He was just told the potion was illegal and no one gave him any reason why

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>>30159285
>here frind
>have these illegal drugs
>it totally won't fuck your shit up
Literally floor pills tier

>9

>>30159308
Looks like somebody didn't read the story.

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Emergency bump

>just updated my main file with the newest sections
>it's over 270 pages of horse fanfiction
Jesus Christ, what have I done?

>>30161146
Ruining your life. But don't worry, we're here to help.

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>>30161146
>tfw all you think about
>tfw all you fantasize about
>tfw you spend most of your free time around
>cartoon horses

>>30138493
>THWACK
>And that Tartarian monstrosity in a pony's skin called Precise Measure was knocked unconscious for the second time in this flight.
>Thank goodness.
>You still don't know how that pony can just not take a hint!
>The first time he awakened, he proceeded to drone on to himself, very much out loud, about how badly he viewed gryphons.
>While you'd admit you've warmed to them over the last two weeks, you knew your fair share of insults for their kind.
>But this pony. He knew such terrible, scathing lines!
>Even if one had to sift through incomprehensible tangents about his mother's hoarding problems to find it.
>One line about cannibalizing their own young was all it took for one of the soldiers to knock him unconscious.
>Unfortunately, he didn't stay out for very long, and went right back to cursing gryphons, while mentioning something about a tall green ape stealing his mother's gift box full of...
>No. You refuse to recount what he said was in that box.
>And thus, he was out a second time. The same guard, too.
>You'd have to give that guard a commendation. If it was in your power to.
>...
>Power...
>You hadn't thought that much about it before.
>You'd always been used to having power used on you.
>Your queen was the absolute authority, and that was that. For the longest time, things were like that.
>But now, after pressuring Azusa to bring this pony along?
>You can't say you object to the taste of it. Having power over another.

>>30161412
>The telltale darkening of the outside signals your arrival at the hive.
>You take a moment to look over your real target captive.
>The Element of Kindness is still unconscious, slumped as she is on the bench, lying to your immediate left.
>A more vengeful part of you wishes she was awake to hear this Precise drone on about his perverse proclivities.
>Hmm...
>Perhaps that's a good idea.
>You should suggest it to Lord Matthias later!
>The chariot's doors open, more for you than the gryphons themselves.
>You place Kindness atop your back again, and flutter down to the ground.
>"Lord Matthias directed us to meet him in the foyer of his laboratory. Ajay, take the... 'scientist' to the jails while we transport our prisoner."
>So that was the name of that gryphon who knocked him out?
>Strange way to pronounce his name, though. Haatch-ay?
>Whatever the case, he's clearly not happy with the turn of events.
>Hay, you wouldn't be, either.
>While Ajay takes Precise off, your group heads off to Lord Matthias's lab, with Azusa leading the pack.
>The guards in front of the lab offer a salute as you all pass through the door.
>The lobby is just as sterile and strangely eerie as you remember it.
>...
>You also don't remember your queen waiting here, either!
>"Queen Chrysalis? Just what are you doing here?"
>Bad way to start a conversation, Azusa...
>"I do not need to explain my presence to you."
>"Oh, don't you? Well, so long as you keep those bugs of yours in line, we won't have any problems."

>>30161416
>The Fang twins were still with her, even here.
>Venomfang offered a hiss in reply to Azusa. Which succeeded in having him back away. You knew your queen was smiling at that reaction.
>You're wondering if his predictability was going to be a big hindrance in the future. Seems like a bad trait for a strategy head.
>Interrupting your thoughts is the door opening.
>There's Incog-- uh, Lord Matthias!
>"My children, you've returned! What news do you bring?"
>Azusa would have replied, if your queen hadn't interjected:
>"Little Nito, you will tell me--"
>"I don't remember asking you a God-damned thing!"
>E...
>Everyone in the room flinched away at the tone that Lord Matthias just used.
>Especially your queen.
>That might be more due to the glare he set in her direction, though.
>"Asuza, report."
>"Y-y-yes, m-my Lord! O-our raid was s-successful, and we've b-brought back one more prize for your p-perusal, my Lord!"
>"My request was specifically for one pony, Azusa."
>You set Kindness down behind you. You needed to own up to this.
>"M-m-my Lord, I-I'm so--"
"That was my call, my Lord."
>Silence reigned. Your Lord's look was not of anger, but curiosity.
>"Explain yourself, my child."
"The other pony I brought was blocking my escape route. I determined him to be a scientist, and because of the close proximity, I decided to bring him with us for questioning."

>>30161418
>"A scientist, you say? Hm. I'll ask you more about that later."
>You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
>"But first things first, my child. Do you have what I asked for?"
>This, you were smiling about. You float Kindness atop your back again, and turn to the side to present her to your Lord.
>You hear your queen gasp, while your Lord just smiles.
>"Fantastic work, my child. Alive and unharmed, as I desired. And far beneath my expected time, no less!"
>Your queen had many questions about this, no doubt. But she dared not speak up again so soon.
>"Now, I must ask you all to leave. Except you, my child. I need you to carry Miss Fluttershy to her temporary home, and time is not on our side."
>You hear the other gryphons filtering out of the room.
>Y-your Lord was bringing you back into his lab?!
>If you didn't need to keep professional in front of him, you'd be jumping for joy right now!
>Well, that and the presence of your queen.
>"NOW will you see to--"
>"No."
>Ooh, she did not like that. But you certainly did.
>"Quickly now, child."
>With a definite spring in your step, you pass through the door he held open, with him closing it and following you though soon after.
>He takes the lead shortly thereafter, and once you're a fair distance through this hallway, he takes a right turn and speaks again:
>"Excellent work back there, young Athalia."
>H-he's praising you?!
>OhmygoshYES!

>>30161421
>"You completed the task I set forth in almost an hour less than the deadline I had set. You brought back an additional prisoner, and you were forthcoming on the circumstances surrounding the additional capture."
>If you weren't carrying a very important pony, you'd be hopping around in joy right now!
>"Your self-control has improved significantly since our first meeting. We have many things to discuss regarding these developments, after we've secured our guest. Oh, put her down just in there, Athalia."
>He's pointing to an already-open cell.
>You were disappointed to see it was actually very well furnished, almost like an apartment, but you don't let your distate show. Yet.
>You deposit the pony atop the bed, and then leave the room. Finally, Lord Matthias locks the door behind her.
>"I can tell that her accomodations were not what you expected."
"M... My Lord, I thought interrogation was done in harsher environments, is all..."
>"Oh, no, my child. We're not interrogating her."
"W-what?"
>"I shall explain later, once we are somewhere more private. Come, this way."
>And there he goes again, back down the hall. You follow him through another few turns, and you enter a--
>"I must warn you, Athalia. My experiments here are not for the faint of heart. You may wish to avert your gaze while we travel this particular area."
"W-what do you mean, 'faint of heart'?"
>"If you're curious enough, you will soon see."
>Well darn right you were curious!

>>30161427
>This corner led to a chamber, full... of...
>O-oh.
>Oh my gosh.
>W-what is...?!
>The room was full of ponies. Suspended in tanks of greenish liquid.
>Further up, you saw what looked like specialized operation tables for them!
>The instruments were varied and universally unpleasant, ending in spikes, cutters, and--
>NOPE. LOOKING AWAY NOW.
>Pained groaning could be heard to the side.
>NOT LOOKING. NOPE. NOT HAPPENING.
>Mercifully, another door ahead of him led to a regular looking office.
>Well, presumably sized for a human, anyway. The furniture was really big.
>He takes a seat at his desk, which was very clean.
>"Please, have a seat."
>A high pony chair floats in front of the desk from a source unseen.
>You don't bother checking, you just sit, as instructed.
>"Now, I'm certain you have many questions, but first, I'd like for you to explain to me what that additional capture is all about."
>You suppress a shudder at the thought.
>The shudder suppression is much less effective as you retell the story to him.
>His expression changes from disgust, confusion, and then back to disgust.
>"I see. Rest assured, he shall not receive any such comforts that our other prisoner currently has."
"I hope he never does."
>"That will be incumbent on how he cooperates. But impressions so far are less than favourable, I will admit.
>"Now, you wanted to know more about my plan for Miss Fluttershy, Athalia?"

>>30161433
"W-well, yes, my Lord! I don't doubt your plans, absolutely not, but why are we apparently treating her like a guest?, when she's our prisoner?"
>A smile finds it's way back to his features.
>"I haven't told anyone what my plans were. Anyone but you, of course."
>Oh... oh gosh. Dissapointment turns to excitement very quickly.
>"Truthfully, child, I am not the least bit interested in that mare. She has nothing of value to offer me or the cause. Indeed, she will be allowed to return to her friends after I am done with her."
"W-what?!"
>"Her survival is still important to the greater scheme of things, my child. But while she herself is not useful to me, a certain companion of hers most certainly is."
"What... what companion?"
>"The companion she helped to 'reform', of course."
"Reform? Who did she--"
>...
>No.
>He can't mean...!
"D-Discord?!"
>"Yes, the very same."
"W-why? Do you know how dangerous he is, my Lord?!"
>"All too well."
"Then why do you want him, if you know how dangerous he is?!"
>"Discord is a loose cannon, Athalia. A rogue element, a wild card. Not unexpected, considering his nature, but his involvement in this conflict will most certainly be driven by the capture of his beloved Fluttershy.
>"Yet he is still critically important to my plans, my child. Regardless of whether I need to force him or not, he will serve my ends."
>Recovering from the shock of your Lord, oh, TRYING TO LURE BUCKING DISCORD HERE, you start back up:

>>30161440
"S-serve your ends? But Discord doesn't serve anyone, my Lord! And certainly not you!"
>"I never said I needed his approval, Athalia."
>That glint in his eyes. He has something big planned, and he can't wait to pull it off.
>You want to trust him, but this is Discord we're talking about!
"H-how do you plan on forcing him, Lord Matthias?"
>"I'm not at liberty to discuss that quite yet, child. But suffice it to say, it is far removed from the realm of what he would consider a possibility."
"You're going to do something the spirit of chaos doesn't expect?"
>"He can pretend to be chaotic all he likes, but he is as predictable as any other foe of ponykind. Otherwise, he would have dispatched them long ago."
>You... you need a moment.
>First he wants to... presumably capture him, and now he calls Discord predictable?!
>Even for your Lord, that's a huge claim!
>"Now, then. Let us discuss your personal development, and then we can move on to more magic training."
>You were a bit... less excited than you normally would be, given what your Lord just revealed to you about his plans.
>But you never passed up opportunities like this!
>For a while, you and Incog-- Lord Matthias talked about how much you'd grown as an individual since he took you in. How your self-control, physical strength, and even magic potential have all improved!
>The praise was almost enough to make you swoon!
>After that, he led you to his arcane training grounds.
>The next spells were all offensive. You liked the sound of them.

>>30161443
>...
>You don't know what's worse at this stage.
>Completely losing track of Fluttershy like this...
>"Where. Is. Fluttershy?!"
>Or having this Discord fucker literally taking the castle apart in his search for her.
>Your search when you first set out was pretty bleak looking.
>The guards combed the whole castle, but not a single trace of her could be found.
>Abduction was a very likely scenario, if the captains were right.
>Twilight tearfully theorizing how somepony could break her detection spell was on the list of things talked about when that possibility was offered up.
>As for you, it left you with a cold, numb feeling.
>It didn't have a long lifespan, however, when this Discord character showed up.
>You've only seen this guy four or five times in your stay here.
>Every time wasn't too pleasant, since he got super pissy when he couldn't do his finger-snapping chaos tricks on you.
>Considering the end results of what that kind of fuckery brings, that's another point in favour of loving magic resist.
>What you weren't expecting was for Discord to have such a bad reaction to Fluttershy's likely kidnapping.
>Those two must've been real tight.
>You wouldn't know, though.
>"Don't make me repeat myself!"
>Oh yeah, he's terrorizing some nobles for info right now.
>Not exactly kosher for the guards, needless to say.
>Though you doubt they'd be competent enough to actually go through with that kidnapping.

>>30161448
>"Discord, wait!"
>Oh, there's Twilight.
>She's looking as bad as you feel right about now, but still in good enough shape to be running around. And talking down chaos gods.
>"Don't bother me, Twilight. I have important things to do!"
>"Discord, we've questioned the nobles three times already! They don't know where she could have gone!"
>"Then question the other ponies in the city!"
>"We just did! Nothing came up!"
>The exchange was interrupted by a guard messenger.
>"Forgive the intrusion, your highness, but we have some new information pertaining to the possible location of the Element of Kindness!
>"Seven hours ago, a chariot of gryphon make was seen flying away from the direction of Canterlot, by a small watch post near Griffonstone.
>"The flight was unscheduled, and cursory inspection via telescope indicated the possibility of changelings aboard the chariot.
>"Their flight path took them deep into the mountain ranges of the gryphon territories, though there are no known settlements in that direction."
>One more salute, a quick 'excuse me', and the messenger was off.
>So that's where she could have gone?
>And it sounds like that's where they're hiding, too!
>"Discord, wait! We don't know what they could be planning!"
>He's about to snap his fingers. Probably to hunt for Fluttershy.
>"Then send your precious soldiers off to those mountains! Whatever you choose, I'm going after her!"
>He ignores her advice and completes the finger-snap, teleporting away.
>You might not like the guy, but man, do you wish him good luck.

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>>30161451
The last few days have been slow and unproductive for this stuff.
Should pick back up in a few days, though.

I only recently discovered that Pastebin supports Markdown formatting. If the linespacing wasn't awful for greentexts, I'd totally have written this with some slick formatting.
More for autism's sake than anything else, but hey.

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>>30161456
Good shit

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>>30161418
>"I don't remember asking you a God-damned thing!"

>>30159285
>"Anon this stuff is illegal!"
"Pffft, I know better than the legal institutions of your nation, which include physical gods that are immortal and have been around for millennia.
>"Anon no! You've sentenced yourself to death by your own hand, tainted your immortal soul, and become morally irredeemable!"
"Alas, I have fallen to mine own hubris! What a tragic tale of woe is this of Anon and his runes."

There, I summed up the whole main plot. Side plots to be resolved, but the main plot will need a deus ex machina to end any other way.

>>30161610
You know it's a federal offense to tear the tags off your mattress, right? Laws nowadays are seldom based in morality.

>>30161632
Finding out why a law, rule, or warning has been established before defying it is a good idea if not common sense.
People who ignore warning signs get their children eaten by alligators at Disney World.
Additionally, it's an offense for the SELLERS of mattresses to remove their labels, not for consumers to do so. This became an issue because people were worried about mattresses containing reused stuffing from hospitals potentially containing smallpox.

Anyway, I'm not going to pretend I agree with all laws and regulations, but I'm sure as fuck going to be certain they aren't necessary before I campaign for their removal, and doubly so if I'm going to willfully transgress against them.
Anon didn't even find out what the punishment for the law he was breaking was before he became a felon 100 times over.

>>30161716
I don't think you're grasping the depths of Anon's insanity. He is not ok in the head. When he made his decision to seal his soul and bind himself, it was after waking up from another coma with a new set of scars that reminded him of how weak and helpless he was. I don't think the law was in the forefront of his thoughts.

>>30161750
I read the whole story. That's why I call it a tragedy and not a comedy or a drama.
Anon isn't a bad person, and he did what he did for a reason and with mostly good intentions at first. He still made poor decisions though, and all of the responsibility for those decisions ultimately lie with him. People are not merely the culmination of the things that happen to them, they are also the actions that they take and the decisions that they make in the face of the things that happen to and around them.

That is the sheer essence of a tragedy, the reversal of fortune caused by a mistake made by a person or a flaw that exists within them.
Runes Anon gave in to the darkside because of his pride, his desires, his obsession, and his arrogance and he has suffered for it and will continue to suffer until he sees the light or dies, whichever comes first.

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>>30161451
oh shit

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8

>>30162931
>7

>>30163238
>6

>>30163490
>5

>>30163743
>4

>>30163890
C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER

>>30163912
>1

>>30163926
>Sticky

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>>30163939
Eyy

>>30148167

>It must be, oh, around five or six in the morning by the time you actually manage to close your eyes.
>Of course, by now the sun is coming up and the birds start chirping.
>Before the outside world rips you from slumber, you land a solid thirty eight minutes of sleep.
>Round about.
>There are no clocks in your room.
“God, I miss clocks,” you grumble and rub your noggin.
>The intensity of the headaches hasn’t gone down, but you’r venture and say that you’re mostly used to them by now.
>One thing you just can’t get used to is this aching.
>Every second of the day is some agonizing limbo between pain and awareness.
>Your body wants sleep. It demands it. At this point, you would kill to appease it.
>This power that courses inside you though, it forces you to stay awake.
>It’s like it’s overcharging all your functions so no matter how exhausted you might feel, they just keep going.
>How long until someone knocks on your door?
>It could be a while.
>Better get busy doing something, Anon.
>You lean to one side and quickly find you lack the strength to hold yourself up in that position.
>The end result is you falling onto your left shoulder and spreading out in the floor.
>It’s not too uncomfortable. The brick could be a little softer, sure, but you’ve been on worse.
>Your mouth hangs open as a small stream of acid flows from it, pooling around your chin and dissolving the stone.
>As if angered by your new orientation, your stomach turns in on itself.
>You clench your eyes shut in pain as a hot ball of bloody stomach juice runs up your throat and erupts from your mouth.
>It splatters all over the floor.
>Quite the distance, in fact. If vomiting was an olympic sport, that would be at least bronze.

>>30163981

>Deciding it best not to lay down on the spot right where the brick is being eaten away, you resolve to move yourself.
>Getting your hands underneath you, you push yourself up about an inch before falling down again.
“Come on, you ass. Fucking move.”
>After several heavy breaths, you heave and give another mighty push.
>This time you manage to get high enough that you can ease yourself onto your knees.
>From there, it’s a slow journey onto your feet.
>Being so high up makes you feel a little dizzy, so before you can tumble down, you grab the wall for support.
>It would best not to sit for a while.
>If you do, there’s a good chance you won’t get up again. Not without a miracle, at least.
>How much longer?
>Come on, ponies.
>It’s not like you’re getting any younger here.
>Can this day just end already?
>God, the one damn time you actually want to be present for dinner and they decide to triple the length of the day.
>Should you read something to pass the time?
>Yeah, one of the fifty fucking books you’ve already read eight different times.
>Nice bookshelf, Celestia. Thanks for all the variety.
>You’re especially fond of the thirty books where the main character is a friendless asshole who has to hit rock bottom before he can accept the magic into his heart and get the girl.
>Oh, and the book that’s just like that except the main character is a girl and is much more pretentious.
>Can’t forget that one.

>>30163985

>Right then, a familiar clicking sounds through your room.
>Your eyes jump to the door as it flips open.
>Out from the depths of blackness emerges a startlingly white mare with long golden locks that hug her slender neck.
“Well I’ll be damned. Big Daddy turned down morning duty today?”
>”I didn’t think it’d be a good idea leaving you two alone together.”
“Probably for the best. It’s that time of the month, after all. He’s very moody.”
>”Well? Come on, it’s time for breakfast.”
“Yeah, sure. Just hold on for a sec.”
>Let’s do the math on this.
>If you take one step forward, that should begin a chain reaction where you take another step forward, followed by another, until you reach the door.
>Balancing operations will be left to your core and limbs, as controlled by your inner ear.
>That all sounds good, right?
>Let’s bang this baby out.
>Pushing off the wall, you take one step and oh hell no.
>Right down onto the floor.
>That one hurt.
>”Anon!”
>Blondie runs to your side and takes you into her hooves.
>”Maybe we should just stay in here for now.”
>Her eyes run over your form.
>It must either disgust her or make her pity you based on the face she’s making.
>”Or maybe for the day.”
>That would mean no dinner.
>No dinner means no Greymane.
>No Greymane means no escape.
“I’m fine,” you growl and, with her aid, get yourself up.
>”Obviously not.”
“I just need a minute to catch my breath. That’s all.”
>You have to go to dinner.
>That is an absolute.
>If you spend too much time in this room, she’s going to think you’re too weak to attend and just keep you here all night.

>>30163991

>One minute passes.
>Your limbs still feel like lead, but it’s been too long already.
>Just bite the damned bullet.
>Groaning internally, you ease yourself onto your feet and take a pained step toward the door.
>Your knees crack with every step, and your tibia feels like it’s sinking right into your foot as if your ankle wasn’t even there. Not to say there’s an ankle bone, but you know what you mean.
>Still though, you can’t let her know any of that.
>Instead of shouting like every muscle in your body is crying for you to do, you put on a smile and nod.
“Told you I just needed a minute.”
>She remains where she sat, dumbfounded.
>”You can’t be serious.”
“As serious as the day I was born. Now come on; breakfast must be getting cold.”
>The mare stares at you for another few seconds before shaking her head and attending you.
>Together, you travel down the stairs, albeit much slower than on your first day.
>Big Daddy is waiting there for you with his typical disgruntled glare.
>You don’t even have the spunk to engage in quid pro quo with him.
>The best you can offer is a “fuck you” accompanied by a half-hearted middle finger.
>These miniature horses still don’t quite have the handle on hand signs, but he seems to get the jist of what you’re saying.
>”Fuck you too.”
>”Be nice, boys.”
>”He started it!”
>”What are you, five?”
>”Why do you always take his side?”
>”Because he’s an unhinged criminal. I don’t expect much maturity from him. You’re a trained royal guard. You’re supposed to be a bit more regal.”
>You’re not unhinged.
>”And you’re just a naive girl. Look, let’s get him off to breakfast and finish the day. Man, I can’t wait for tonight.”
>Amen to that.

>>30163999

>You were excited to see Greymane at breakfast, but he ended up not being there.
>Oddly enough, Luna wasn’t there either.
>Twilight was, but she left the second her eyes landed on you.
>Good girl, you thought. She’s learning.
>Celestia makes a small effort to talk to you, but after enough ignoring her, she gets the clue that you’re not in the mood.
>All you want to do is stare at your food.
>Normally you’d have said “eat your food”, except anything that goes into your stomach comes back out a few seconds later.
>Even staring at the stuff starts to hurt after a while.
>Your eyes begin to burn no matter how much you rub them.
>Eventually you splash some water on your face and the feeling subsides to a tolerable level.
>By then, breakfast ends and everyone starts to file out.
>Blondie helps you out of your chair.
>Suddenly she freezes up, throwing you off balance.
>You fall back into the seat and shout as your body compresses from the drop.
>If God is merciful, he’ll make Celestia wrong again.
>Two weeks of this would be the absolute worst.
>The second you make it into that forest, maybe you should just end it.
>Living is nice and all, but living like this?
>”Anon, your eyes,” she stutters out.
“Get lost in them?”
>She hovers over a silver platter.
>Grabbing it with her hooves, she holds it up to your face.
>In the blurry reflection, you can still make out that the optic orbs on your face are bloodshot.
>Not only that, but the irises have turned a purple similar to Twilight’s. Or more specifically, your magic.

>>30164008

>The fun never ends, does it?
>You sigh and nudge the platter away.
“Whatever.”
>”We should go to the infirmary.”
>Oh yeah, the infirmary.
>You know, the place where they can just suddenly cure anything that ails you.
>Blueheart will definitely make the ouchies go away and then you can continue your friendship lessons unimpeded.
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather just go outside.”
>”You’re not allowed outside, idiot.”
>”Chaser!”
>”He’s a criminal!”
>”What, do you think there’s some kind of flight risk? He can’t go two feet without help.”
“I managed the stairs on my own.”
>”I think outside is a great idea. Celestia did a wonderful job making the day. Why shouldn’t we all enjoy it?”
>”You can’t be serious.”
“I think she is.”
>”Let’s go, Anon.”
>She helps you up and out you all go to the gardens.
>It actually is really nice outside.
>The light stings though, so you seek refuge in the shade and sit down with your back to an old oak tree.
>Blondie prefers her spot in the sun and settles into some tall grass.
>You look around the immediate area, astonished by all the colors and smells.
>It’s almost overwhelming.
>Just think, Anon.
>You’ve spent your whole life outside, yet you’d almost just forgotten what it looks like.
>Apart from the nature, there’s a fair bit of stonework.
>Statues, fountains, golden brick roads, and of course the castle itself.
>Atop the wall overlooking the garden is a big, dark metal bell.
>You can’t make out the writing on the plaque, but given everything you know about Equestria’s history and the circumstances under which this castle was built, it’s probably some sort of alarm.

>>30164029

>You’ll have to make sure to take that out somehow. If it goes off, the whole castle will know you’re escaping.
>That should be easy enough though.
>What you should really be focusing on is a route out of here.
>You don’t want to use too much magic and risk alerting anyone, so on foot would probably be the best way at least until you’re out of range.

That's it for today. Don't tell anyone that I updated so early. I have a reputation to uphold. Here, I'll bribe you with a fully updated pastebin https://pastebin.com/8DSdhfkR

Wait a second. Remind me again why anon decided to put a fuckton of runes on his dick? If he had a plan to use them, why isn't he putting it in action - and if he didn't, what was the purpose of the whole escapade in the first place?

>>30164034
Oh yeah, don't tell me he didn't put a teleport rune on himself.

I'm almost positive he explicitly regretted not getting one when he was caught, so he'd have no reason not to add it during his little horn-marking spree. Assuming he plans to use magic in general ("You don’t want to use too much magic..."), he should be able to just teleport out of the castle with relative ease. He probably has so much magic boiling inside of him right now he could pop right out of canterlot and into the countryside in one hop.

>>30164045
I'd imagine the original plan was to wait until his hidden dick runes amassed enough power that he could fight his way out but that kind of changed when he stopped being able to function on a basic human level. Personally I wouldn't want to fight anyone if my insides were turning into liquid and I could barely walk.

>>30164045
He's probably gonna use them when he tries to break out.
Or they were going to be used foot something else before his body started to shut down proper.

>>30164077
Teleportation was the worst addition to the show. It's like Discord. All it does is remove tension from a situation and make everyone look like idiots.
>Some major villain is destroying the world? Why not call Discord?
>Have to be somewhere fast? Why not teleport?
>Do something really bad that needs to be undone but you can't? Why not Discord?
>Need to escape somewhere but you're not fast enough? Why not teleport?
It's fucking dumb and I hope it gets the same treatment as Discord did in this story (ignoring it)

>>30164281
Whenever someone mentions discrepancies or unbalanced devices in canon I like to refer them to Estee who usually incorporates all elements of canon into his realistic and self-consistent AU.

But in the case of teleportation it's really easy. Usually a couple conditions are applied in fics and the like: first, it's a really hard spell that very few unicorns can learn (which in this case is circumvented by runes sidestepping the whole process of learning spells, and anon is more than smart enough to understand and write the possibly complex runes required for it); it requires vastly increasing amounts of power the farther you go, so is completely impractical for long-distance travel (anon is so supercharged with magic that just teleporting out of the castle into some quiet spot from where he can walk to the forest unhindered shouldn't be a problem - Canterlot isn't a modern megalopolis spanning miles of densely-populated areas, it's a relatively small medieval city), and it requires careful concentration preventing its liberal use in the heat of battle - again anon will be teleporting from the "comfort" of his cell.

Now I agree it would be convenient if teleportation didn't exist in this story but I disagree that it's a deus ex machina in all cases.

Also I'm too lazy but I swear anon explicitly mentioned regretting not having teleportation when he was surrounded by guards. Or was that part of the usual post-update discussion?

>>30164281
>REEEEEE-ing about magic in a children's show about magical horses in a magical world.

>>30164077
I imagine he did put a teleport rune on himself, but he's waiting to find where his soul is being held first. He already said he doesn't want it put in a tower or something and he probably thinks Celestia will do just that.

>>30164912
But then why
>You don’t want to use too much magic and risk alerting anyone, so on foot would probably be the best way at least until you’re out of range.
"Out of range" seems to make it clear that he's trying to get away from Canterlot, so presumably this is planning for when he already has his picture. And yet he plans to move on foot so as not to alert anyone.

I suppose some kind of anti-teleport alarm that would automatically alert the princesses and provide them with the destination of a teleport could explain it. I don't know how practical that would be, though - to be effective it would need to be an immediate alert, which would only be realistic if it was keyed to anon specifically, and Celestia has absolutely no reason to expect anon to be able to teleport, ever, and doesn't seem like the type to make precautions against extremely unlikely hypothetical scenarios.

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>>30164034

>>30164912
He meant when his body died, he doesn't want his soul to be connected to a clay thing. I'd say it's a callback to what a golem is in the dictionary sense, a clay monster given life.

>>30165396
nice

>>30150845
Thanks for the update dude.


>>30164402
>Or was that part of the usual post-update discussion?
That was me. I said Anon should've put a teleport rune on himself as soon as possible, considering he knew he still wasn't that strong and could've lost easily in a magic fight. I don't remember teleport runes being mentioned in the actual story, but then again, I don't remember a lot of things so I may be wrong.

On another note, was the timberwolf plot line solved? Because I remember him having like green blood or something because of the sap thing, and it was said to have healing properties. He could use some healing power now.

>>30165396
neat

>>30166858
The sap finished working through his system. The only lasting effects are that they stained his veins. That's why he was so upset when he woke up. He had even more scars to prove how weak he was.

>>30164029
>>You sigh and nudge the platter away.
>“Whatever.”
That was super depressing. His body is literally falling apart at the seams. One thing after another and he just doesn't care anymore. Poor guy just wants to die at this point.

>be runes anon
>hear a knock at the door
>"Anon, it's time for breakfast!"
>welp time to start another day of this horrible pain
>you hope greymane will pull through with the whole "giving you your soul thing" today
>you try to get on your feet, but fail to notice the white slippery liquid underneath your foot from last night's "wizard wank"
>all you can do is let out a cry of surprise as you trip backwards and slam your head on the cold concrete
>then darkness
...
>well shit, you're dead.
>and on top of that, you're fucking trapped inside of a polaroid picture.
...
>it could be worse,
>at least you're not in total pain anymore
>and there are no ponies around to fuck with you
"Yeah, I could get used to this hellish limbo."
...
>you're not entirely sure how long you've been here
>minutes? hours? days? years?
>you're not really even sure if you were ever alive to begin with
>suddenly, the void around you gives way to a bright flash of light
>holy shit that's bright
>...are those fucking horses?
>did they resurrect you again or something?
>you could have sworn your body was out of commission.
>"Hey, now that you have that part in, are we ready to install the optical sensors?"
>"Go ahead"
>you can only barely make out what they're saying before HOLY FUCK THERE IS A DRILL VERY CLOSE TO YOUR HEAD
>darkness again.

>>30168631
>AND ANON SAID,
"LET THERE BE LIGHT'
>AND SO THERE WAS
>oh look, more ponies looking down at you
>business as usual, minus the fact that you can't move your body at all
>or feel it.
>oh god.
>the mare in your left field speaks up
>"Looks like he woke up"
>holy shit, it's blondie.
>you hear a reply from somewhere else
>"What's the story?"
>awe shit, there's no mistaking that, it's your pal Greymane.
>"We managed to put his soul back into his body."
>"What!? I thought we agreed on another vessel entirely, so lose the body, OK?"
>what.
>Greymane walks into your vision and claps his hooves in front of your eyes.
>"Can he understand what I'm saying?"
>yes, yes he can, you traitor piece of shit.
>"Doesn't matter, we're gonna blank his memory anyways."
>You'd be having a stroke from anger right now if you had the physical capability to do so.
>What the actual fuck.
>"Well, I think we should lose the body. What do you think, Princess?"
>You suddenly become aware your least favorite purple trash heap is currently sticking her face in yours.
>"Well.. he made his choice. He took the wrong path, and he's technically legally dead, so we can do whatever we want."
>You're actually starting to enjoy your anger.
>"Lose the arm." greymane says to blondie before casually walking away.
>"Alright, put him back under, prep the golem."
>She looks down at you one last time, and your world goes dark again.

>>30164029
Please let him become a pony, for the love of god this shit is getting too depressing.

>>30168708
>You're back again, and you can actually feel something for the first time in what seems like an eternity.
>It's cold, but not uncomfortably so. More like a numb sensation throughout yourself. But at least it's something.
>You notice all your new least favorite people have returned alongside your conciousness.
>"The entire body will be made of this. Highest quality Iron we could find."
>Suddenly, a human hand made entirely of metal is wheeled in front of you.
>You try to reach out at it, but you're surprised to see that it moves along with your sensations
>Holy shit, that's your fucking arm now.
>"Hah, go ahead and give him a handshake."
>Greymane puts his hoof in your new hand, and you decide a good course of action is to take your anger out on it.
>one yelp later, Greyshit is rubbing his tender hoof and your anger has been sated.
>slightly.
>"talk about an iron grip..."
>you wish you could call him a faggot for saying that, but you don't really have a mouth right now.
>"He could crush every bone in your hand." blondie says with an unnerving smile.
>She's really earning some points with you, even if she's accomplice to all of this.
>She dies last.
>"Alright, attach it to his shoulder and wipe his memory."
>Or not. Looks like this might be the end for you anon.
>Can't say it was a life particularly well lived, but it had it's moments.
>As everyone walks away to go prepare whatever other horrifying thing they're going to be doing to your soul, Greymane remains.
>He leans in close to you, and you can swear you see a glint of something in his eyes as he gets closer and closer to your face.
>Something seems familiar about all of this, but you can't really figure out why.
>Wait a minute

>>30168779
>Your mind flashes back to when you used to hang out with Greymane before the shit really hit the fan.
>Along side with the usual banter, you sometimes told him stories from your world.
>You remember there was one that he particularly enjoyed, and the familiar feeling turns into a mixture of sickness and delight.

>As your vision slips away and you can feel your memories fading, you can barely hear Greymane whisper one final farewell;
>"You're gonna be one bad motherfucker."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_AkU8wJ1ZA

>>30168747
Anon becoming a pony is the gayest shit I've ever read.

>>30168806
What about anon becoming robocop

>>30168806
Dragon then?

>>30168631
>slipping on semen and then smashing his skull open
Still a better death than he's going to get. Being Runeanon is suffering.

>>30161456
I've never actually tried their formatting, but I know most of the fancy things you can do aren't actually supported by whatever system 4chan uses. Also, more Thaumanon when? Incognito has this Reanimator thing going on which makes me think Discord is going to be turned into a battery or something.

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Please let him die in peace, I don't want him to come back as a faggy oc
>Mfw the actually expect anon to care about "friendship lessons" anymore.

>>30168784
Nigga
RoboCop is my favorite movie
This is great

>>30169625
Obviously Blondie doesn't. She's trying to get him to rest and enjoy his last few days.

>>30168806
Exactly why it would be perfect for him

>>30171068
Not seeing your logic here

>>30171068
Especially if he gets Celestia's body and nobody notices

>>30171576
"I miss having a dick."
>"What'd you say, princess?"
"Nothing, faggot."

>>30171601
>impling that Celestia does not have a dick.

>safety bump

>>30161451
>...
>When Lord Matthias said that time was not on your side, he wasn't kidding!
>Moments after that offensive magic training, which went really well, he asked you to fetch Kindness from her cell, and bring her to the chariot hangar.
>You'd asked about it, and he said that Discord reacted quicker than he thought.
>While you'd have liked more details, he really needed Kindness in the hangar, so he sent you off right away.
>Maybe you can ask him more, once you deliver her.
>Luckily, you're good at navigation and directions, so retracing your steps to the cell isn't an issue.
>Unfortunately, Kindness seems to be awake already.
>And true to her description, she's absolutely terrified.
>Great. As if there wasn't enough craziness today.
>You enter her cell, and she gets noticeably more scared when she notices you.
>You didn't think she could go much past 'absolutely terrified', but she did.
>Mercifully, the shock of seeing you causes her to faint.
>Needing to use stunning spells was something you'd preferred to avoid.
>...
>Wait, stunning spells were one of the few things Inc-- Lord Matthias taught you today, in your training!
>He...
>Oh boy, he was preparing you for things like this!
>He must have planned that ahead of time. He's smart enough to think ahead like that, after all.
>Huh.
>Maybe...
>Maybe he really can plan around Discord?

>>30172687
>Unfortunately, Kindness isn't unconscious, just really out of sorts.
>You shake your head to clear your thoughts, and float her onto your back again.
>You also throw in some magic restraints, just in case.
>That one was from a previous training session, too.
>You'd say that he couldn't have planned THAT far ahead, but your gut disagrees.
>"Hey! Athalia?"
>Who's that?
>You don't recognize the voice.
>But it's definitely a gryphon.
>The source is on your way to the hangar, so you continue on your way.
>"Uhh, you here? Athalia? Is... is that even her name?"
>You round one last corner before the lab exit to find--
>Hey, it's that gryphon from before! A... Ajay, was his name, right?
>He notices you right away as you round the corner.
>What does he want?
>"Uh, hey! You're... Athalia, right?"
"Who's asking?"
>"Name's Ajay. The boss sent me to keep you and the package safe."
"Which boss?"
>"The one with a functioning spine."
>Heh. You like this one already.
"Alright, but we're short on time here. Let's go."
>"I hear that."
>You and Ajay all but barrel out of the lab entrance, making a beeline to the hangar.
>Interesting voice on this Ajay character. Fairly deep but well-spoken, for an obvious front-line muscle type.
>And he sure had a lot of it. He must do a lot of grunt work.
>All questions for later. You had a deadline to meet, after all.

>>30172696
>And there's Lord Matthias, in a chariot with...
>Hey, there's something on the chariot!
>Whatever it is, it's the size of a pony, and covered in a thick cloth tarp.
>Decidedly more rock-shaped than pony-shaped, though.
>Also with the chariot are some gryphon guards. And a noted lack of changelings.
>And holy cow, you didn't even notice Lord Matthias's wardrobe change!
>He's back in that same battle armour he wore when he first went out to attack Canterlot! And with his Catalyst Gauntlet to match!
>He said it was both a weapon, and a means for him to use magic, since he couldn't use any himself. You know, ironblood and all.
>When you asked where he found it, he said he'd actually made it himself!
>He told you it was from instructions from an ancient book on 'forbidden' knowledge the ponies also tried to destroy.
>The... Codex Vires Cruor, you think it was called.
>You don't know what the name means, but it sounds cool.
>"Ah, perfect timing, my children! Come, we have no time to waste!"
>Oh right, you were about to...
>Wait, is he expecting you to come with him?
>Yep, he's expecting you to come with him.
>Come with him to do... something with Discord?
>You were still a bit on edge about that whole deal, honestly.
>But this is the same Lord Matthias who defeated the two princesses, right?
>The same princesses who beat Discord way back when?
>Maybe...
>Maybe he does know what he's doing.
>Well, of course he knows what he's doing!
>You shake the thoughts off again, and quickly jump into the chariot before anyone points out your delayed response.

>>30172701
>Looks like Ajay is joining your group, as well.
>You set Kindness down on one of the benches just as the chariot lifts off.
>She seems to be recovering pretty quick after that fainting spell.
>Your Lord strides over to her, asking you all to give her space.
>Maybe he will interrogate her, after all!
>You obey his command in either case.
>Kindness seems to finish stirring, and is met with the smiling face of Incognit-- darn it, Lord Matthias!
>You and Ajay seem to have the same idea of listening in on their talk.
>You also notice some magic coming from his catalyst, at the same time that she finishes stirring. You recognize it as a fear reduction spell.
>"Ah, it is good to meet an Element of Harmony after so long! And I'm pleased to see you are unharmed, too."
>She's very obviously scared, but his spell seems to be working. After all, she hasn't passed out yet.
>"Wh-Who are you?"
>"I am Incognito Matthias, young pony. Pleased to meet you."
>Oh yeah, she's heard of him before.
>"I-Incognito? You're... You're the human who attacked Canterlot?!"
>"The very same, my dear."
>"Wh-what are you doing here? Where am I?"
>"You are currently flying through the mountain ranges of the gryphon lands."
>It's at that point that she looks around, catching sight of you and the others, as well as the quickly passing mountains out here.
>Lord Matthias sure knew how to pick secret locations, that's for sure.
>"As for what I am doing here, my dear, I am here because I need you."

>>30172706
>"W-w-what do y-you want from m-me?!"
>"Oh, I don't want anything from you. Indeed, your capture is temporary."
>She's confused, like you expected. But you listen closely anyways, to hear any differences between this telling of his plan, and the one he gave you.
>"W-what do you mean?"
>"I mean that once I have what I need, I shall release you back to your friends, unharmed. On that, you have my word.
>"In truth, I only need you to attract the attention of a close friend of yours. Do you know who that is?"
>She mouths 'Discord', to which he smiles wider.
>"Yes, that friend."
>"Y-you're crazy. W-why would you even think about making Discord angry?"
>"Angry, is it? He must really treasure you, then, to storm these mountains in search of you."
>You didn't think this pony could put on a brave face during all this, but she does. Huh, guess she's got some spine, after all.
>"You won't win, mister Incognito. You can't beat Discord, not when he has all of us behind him!"
>"Beat him? Oh, my dear sweet pegasus, I don't want to defeat him!"
>More confusion from said pegasus.
>"Indeed, I don't want to weaken him at all. Quite the contrary, in fact. Having him at full strength is all but necessary for my plans."
>Another epiphany crosses Kindness's face.
>"You think he'll join you?"
>"Of course not. Not after I took his precious 'friend' from him, after all."
>His smile gets a bit darker. It makes you and Kindness both shiver a bit.
>"But there are other ways to elicit aid from an enemy. Willing or not."

>>30172712
>Their conversation just kind of ends after that point.
>Kindness is searching all around her for something, clearly quite agitated.
>And you?
>Your confidence in Inco-- Lord Matthias increases with every line he speaks.
>The way he said that last part, about 'eliciting aid from an enemy'...
>He has huge plans, for sure.
>Does...
>Does it have anything to do with that thing under the tarp?
>You're so lost in thought that the chariot landing startles you a bit.
>A team of gryphons carries the object, still covered, over to...
>Whoa.
>You'd landed on a really big plateau in the mountains.
>The ground was covered in snow, some of which was pretty clearly artificially made.
>The magic coming off it was a dead giveaway.
>The view from the plateau was absolutely breathtaking.
>A good half of the mountains were further down in elevation than this plateau, letting you see a very long way.
>You could even make out the mountain holding Canterlot from here!
>So many things to see from here!
>Including...
>Oh.
>Oh, no.
>You could see something snaking around some of the mountains in the distance.
>Mismatched limbs, very off-putting magic, and looking absolutely livid.
>That could only be Discord.
>Needless to say, you were very afraid.
>He had his chaos powers here, unlike at the old hive in the desert.
>THUNK
>Everyone aboard the chariot jumped at the sound of metal hitting the ground.
>The metal belongs to Lord Matthias's catalyst, where one of the bladed fingers is embedded in the stone.
>His expression is deadly serious.

>>30172718
>"My children, what I am about to do is extremely dangerous."
>His bladed finger starts drawing a line in the rock itself.
>"It is imperative, if you wish your life to be preserved, that you absolutely do not cross this line."
>Another thunk is heard, as the gryphons lifting the still-covered object place it down onto the ground, a fair distance from his line.
>"Do not move from this position until I instruct you otherwise, and keep our guest restrained until I am finished."
>You somehow find the courage to speak up:
"B-but my Lord, what if you're in danger?"
>"I must ask you to remain there, my child, despite any such danger to myself."
>That didn't sit right with your instincts at all.
>But you trust him. You have to.
>You nod your assent, at which point the gryphons doing all that lifting returned to the chariot.
>He pulls his catalyst's blade from the ground, and walks in the opposite direction of your group, past the strange object, and stops a few feet from the edge of the other end of the plateau.
>He cups his free hand near his mouth, and--
>"DISCORD!"
>W-what?
>What is he doing?!
>"O GREAT AND FALLABLE SPIRIT OF CHAOS, CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
>Oh gosh oh no NO NO YOU'RE ALL GONNA BE TURNED INTO NEWTS!
>"DO YOU SEEK YOUR PRECIOUS FLUTTERSHY, O SPIRIT?"
>Even the gryphons are tensing to run away. You're double-tense.
>"THEN COME FORTH AND CLAIM HER!"
>He turns around to move near his covered object. His smile is much more wicked than it was a moment ago.
>"If you can, that is."

>>30172722
>After he turns away from you, you look out where you saw Discord flying around.
>He stopped in place on top of one shorter mountain.
>He definitely heard that.
>And now, he's flying towards the plateau, with flames and what seems like bubbles trailing from behind him.
>As confusing as it was terrifying.
>You and the gryphons alike were all too scared to move at this point.
>Discord arrives by way of flying above the plateau, the same livid expression from before now much clearer to see.
>He catches sight of your Lord, and seems to calm slightly, before landing a fair distance in front of him.
>You only just notice your Lord slowly clapping his hands.
>"Well, as he lives and breathes, the so-called spirit of chaos himself."
>Lord Matthias seems cheerful, while Discord is keeping a lot of anger from his voice.
>"Another human? I came all this way out here for a lousy human?"
>"I take it you have not heard of my recent accomplishments, then?"
>"Recent accomplishments? No. I've been--"
>"Occupied in Saddle Arabia, trying to remedy a serious diplomatic incident with a large and powerful tribe of warriors. Yes, I know."
>He gets noticeably less angry. Surprised, even!
>"How did you know that?"
>"Who do you think instigated that incident, my serpentine friend?"
>Less anger and more seriousness colours Discord's features.
>"You mean to tell me that you, a worthless human, killed over a hundred of those ponies by yourself?"
>"A hundred and fifty one. It was quite a challenge, setting the 'battlefield' to frame the ruling government."

>>30172729
>No way.
>Your Lord killed a hundred and fifty Saddle Arabian warriors? By himself?!
>That's what that one trip before the Canterlot attack was for?!
>Of all expressions you thought you would see on Discord's face, disgust was not one of them.
>"I thought that kind of barbarism ended with the pony unification. Why?"
>"To keep you busy, of course. I would not have wanted you to interfere with my very successful attack on Canterlot, after all."
>"You... attacked Canterlot?"
>"You really did just arrive back from that hellhole, didn't you?"
>A dark chuckle comes from your Lord.
>"Then I will give you the short version. I invaded the seat of ponykind, took the contents of the forbidden vault, and incapacitated your precious celestial sisters for a very long time. You could even have seen them before coming here!"
>He gives his catalyst a small flourish, red sparks of magic jumping from it.
>Discord's expression grows deadly serious, with plenty of anger still there.
>"Soul binding and runesmithing? Just who are you, little human?"
>"I am Incognito Matthias, my 'chaotic' friend. Aspiring liberator of all races from the yoke of ponykind."
>"Liberator? And just what do you think you're 'liberating' them from, besides Tia's tendency to overreach?"
>"Forgotten about the War of the Ancients so soon?"
>He freezes at that name.
>Wait, what war? With ancients? What's that all about? And why does he look... scared by that?
>Wait, holy mackerel! Discord looks SCARED?!

>>30172732
>"Oh yes, I know all about that. And it seems like you have done all you can to forget all about that."
>"T-there's no way. The ponies destroyed all record of it!"
>"Did they? They failed. Funny, how such a large dragnet of control is bound to have small holes in it. Holes in which outside accounts can take form.
>"What is also funny is how it relates to my own home. Such massive levels of control, the sheer hubris and schadenfreude of the ones implementing it, and the mass brainwashing to ensure such steady control?
>"Such things, in my world, are the things of fiction. Very dark fiction."
>"So what? You don't honestly think you can challenge them, can you?"
>"Can't I? I seem to have demonstrated my own skill over their own already. Oh, unless you are referring to their precious Fountain.
>"Cheating death in such a fashion, to perpetuate their rule over their 'lessers'? Despots and tyrants back home would obliterate entire continents for that kind of eternal perseverance."
>Discord's face and attitude is getting desperate. But what does your Lord know, to make him so terrified?
>"But you would know all about that, wouldn't you? After all, you helped them achieve their goals in the first place."
>"I didn't have a choice!"
>"Yes, you did. You simply chose cowardice.
>"You could have perished along with the rest of your kind, as a shining symbol of defiance in the face of Equestria's brutal imperial campaign.
>"It may even have bought you time to allow your fellow gifted to strike them down, once and for all!
>"But instead, fear got the best of you. And so, you defected."

>>30172741
>"Defected? You think I defected?!"
>"Surrendered, capitulated, resigned, yielded, gave up, I care little what dressing you choose to use for it!"
>"And I suppose you're some kind of expert on this? About destruction and conquest on a scale like that? All because, what, you read a book on the war? What could you possibly know about that war?!"
>"War?"
>You could tell he was smiling, even if you couldn't see him.
>"A hundred years before my time, there were two great wars. The first of which lasted four years, and claimed the lives of eighteen million of my own people."
>...
>Discord looks as floored as you feel.
>That... that can't be right! So many deaths, how could--
>"Two decades later, the squalor that war created gave birth to the second great war. This war lasted six long years, and the lives of seventy-five million of my people were lost in it."
>You...
>Just...
>Wha--
>"The irony is that this terrible war ended up creating the means to end wars on that scale, once and for all. For we created weapons of such great and terrible power, they could obliterate an entire city in the span of a minute!"
>...
>"Our very culture revolves around the romaticization of war, glorifying those who survived it, and we even play games that imitate it!
>"And though we no longer have massive, continential wars, we instead fight small proxy wars in a never-ending cycle of bloodshed, vying for dominance!
>"So yes, O spirit, me and my people are - very - well acquainted with war."

>>30172750
>Silence.
>Discord was absolutely silent.
>The expression he wore, of horror and sorrow.
>That was exactly how you felt right now.
>"Humanity is a strange animal. We crave freedom and individuality, yet require group cohesion to survive. We perform great feats of good, and even greater feats of evil. I almost envy your world's peoples, living their lives without such constant internal struggle with their own nature."
>"I..."
>"Fortunate for your world, then, that I am of the persuasion that promotes freedom, and not dominance. Leading us to your equine taskmasters. As you--"
>"Never."
>"Excuse me?"
>"I know what you're trying to do. And I want to believe you mean well with it."
>Discord slips right back into anger.
>"But if even half of what you said about your kind is true, then your means of 'freeing' every race on this world will end in oceans worth of blood!"
>He puts himself into an offensive stance.
>"I will NEVER let you slay another denizen of this world, ever again!"
>"Ahh, there's that fire. The sweet drive of determination. Just what I hoped to see when I first heard of you.
>"Absolutely perfect for what you will aid me with."
>"You dare to claim I will aid you? After all you've said?"
>"You labour under the misapprehension that I require your consent."
>His hand grips the tarp, and he pulls it free.
>...
>What is THAT?!
>A giant, red crystal, plastered with magic glyphs, with the crest of Equestria carved into the side facing you!
>As he revealed it, his foot came down hard onto the floor, creating a great flash of red light.

>>30172757
>When you could see properly again, you saw a huge, glowing red magical circle encompassing both Discord and Incognito. The border was just before the line that he'd drawn in the ground!
>Discord was visibly panicked by this development.
>Suddenly, a huge beam of orange magic rocketed from the giant crystal, hitting Discord in the chest.
>As the magic field enveloped him, he began to scream.
>"Oh, if only the 'lessers' they lord over knew they possessed an artifact like this! I could never have created a soul gem of this power on my own, that much is certain!"
>Soul gem?
>Discord's skin seemed to deform and boil as he was dragged closer to the massive crystal.
>"Well, you can at least take solace in one thing, as I bend your admittedly impressive powers to my whim."
>His catalyst blocked his body from touching the crystal. He moved him around, to properly see the chariot. You barely noticed Kindness being lifted with magic from beside you.
>"Your precious Fluttershy is alive and well. And I shall honour my word to her and release her back to her friends, unharmed. And with the story of what has transpired here."
>Discord seemed to reach out to Kindness, and she to him. To call her upset would be the understatement of the century.
>And then, without warning, Incognito released Discord, where he was absorbed into the crystal with a final scream.
>Kindness could be heard screaming his name as this happened.
>The crystal flashed orange, and now had a constant orange glow from deep within.

>>30172767
>You...
>You know he always has you at a loss for words.
>But this was something else entirely!
>He just...
>Okay, he has a huge crystal. From the crest on it, the ponies must have made it. Incognito called it a 'soul gem'. And he used it to capture Discord.
>You thought soul magic was some rumour that old ponies told their foals to scare them!
>But here you were, faced with a demonstration of the real thing!
>You didn't know that Inc-- your Lord knew about this magic, let alone used it!
>The red circle fades away into nothing.
>You can hear Kindness's crying next to you. She must have been set down when you weren't looking. Who can blame you for not looking?
>After floating the tarp back over the crystal, Lord Matthias walks back to the chariot. The smile he wore wasn't enough to shake you this time.
>Another landing can be heard nearby. That does shake you. It's a smaller, one-gryphon chariot. Kindness doesn't resist as she's floated over to the chariot.
>She's placed inside, and your Lord sends the flier on his way, off into the mountains. Her sobs are heard for a while as she's flown away.
>"Bring the gem aboard the chariot, and take us home. I believe that's enough excitement for one day."
>The same gryphons who got the crystal out, began carrying it back in.
>Your Lord boards the chariot, followed by the lifters.
>Once it's secure, the chariot takes off once again. Back to the hive.
>...
>Your Lord beat the two sisters. And captured Discord.
>You're not sure whether to be awed or terrified at this point.

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>>30172772
Here at the HK Greentext Manufacturing Plant, we use only the finest honed edges, and the most potent of autism!
We hope you enjoy another of our fine products!
No, but seriously, it's surprisingly fun to write things like this.
We won't stay in perma-edge mode, though. Don't you worry.

Pastebin's there, I guess. You know how it is.

>>30172784
Woah shit dude, just checked your pastebin and I have a fuckload of reading to do to catch up.

I am interest.

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>>30172701
>Codex Vires Cruor
Well, Thaumanon is fucked. Thaumcraft is a great mod, but Blood Magic is more powerful. Ichor is godmode arms race shit Guess that explains the room full of captured poners.

>>30172784
From the sound of it, Anon and the Elements are thoroughly fucked. It's only going to get worse from here.

>>30172784
Discord and the sisters have some real heavy explaining to do.

>Fountain
The only way to fight Incog is with an army of edgy alicorn ocs.
Calling it now.

>>30173043
Anon's only hope is to start up EE2

>>30173220
Wazzat

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How much longer until anon goes out like pic related?

>>30174125
Like 3 days maybe

>>30165396
>No runes
One job, anon. One job.

>>30175010
Well Anon says that the only runes you can see when he has a shirt on are some on his neck. The real issue here is that he's wearing a shirt instead of a black jacket and he has no beard.

>>30165396
But still a sick drawing dude. I feel like that visible representation of the lump in the ice could have ended a lot of controversy a few threads ago.

>>30164034

>Maybe the best way out is the most obvious way.
>People generally don’t put down gaudy golden bricks on a pristine nature path unless it leads somewhere.
>Considering you know of one that led to a wizard, this seems very relevant to your situation.
>You motion to get up and are suddenly immobilized by the tightening of your stomach.
>Waves of pain radiate from it, crashing against the entirety of your gut.
>Groaning, you settle back against the tree and decide to wait for a few minutes.
>The path isn’t going anywhere and neither is anyone else.
>Blondie ends up falling asleep during your little sit down, and Big Daddy has decided he’s just tired of looking at you.
>Well, ten minutes is long enough.
>You scooch yourself back up the tree to a standing position.
>That alone tires you out so much you start panting.
>With an arm wrapped around your stomach, you take a few hesitant steps forward.
>It hurts, but your legs are still attached so that’s a good sign.
>Yeah, let’s keep it up.
>”Where do you think you’re going?” snaps your guard as his eyes catch you “sneaking” away.
“I need to take a shit.”
>”I’m going with you.”
“A really smelly shit.”
>”Innominate, go with him.”
>He nudges the sleeping mare awake.
>Blondie picks her head up out of the grass and rubs her tired eyes, knocking a few blades out of her mane as well.
>”Huh?”
>”Go watch him take a shit.”
>”Excuse me?”
>”Go watch him shit so he doesn’t escape.”
>”You know the only route off of these gardens is a two thousand foot drop, right?”
>”What’s your point?”
“I don’t fly so good.”
>”Anon, go answer nature,” orders the mare.
>”You’re not going with him?”
>”Of course not. I don’t need to see all that up close and personal.”

>>30175085

>Now given permission to defecate in the royal gardens, you make your move for the yellow brick road.
>After travelling along it for long enough, you come to a mighty wood pile with a tall, beautiful axe that would have made you swoon a few months ago.
>Jeez, imagine all the wood you could have chopped with that thing.
>You find yourself stroking the handle, admiring the smooth finish.
>The head is expertly crafted and shimmers in the sunlight breaking through what little tree coverage there is in this tucked away clearing.
>Man, that’d put a nice hole in some monster’s neck too.
>Imagine the manticore up against this beauty.
>Alright, that’s enough of the axe.
>Scooting along, you eventually make it to the end of the road.
>It’s just a little fountain with some golden benches at the edge of a white stone wall.
>You approach the structure and lean over the carefully carved decorations.
>What you’re met with is the vast expanse of Equestria.
>You hold your hand up underneath it and close your fist.
>Everything north of Mt. Dawn is right there in the palm of your hand.
>Once upon a time, you wanted nothing more than for your name to be known throughout all that land.
>Right now, your mind is more focused on what lies just over your thumb.
>How can you get to the Everfree from here?
>Gravity manipulation is a horrifically draining spell. Even with all the magic you’ve accumulated, you doubt you could keep it going for as long as you would need to to descend the mountain.
>Well, unless you just jumped and used it near the bottom to slow yourself.
>There’s a thought.

>>30175088

>Chew on that for a bit.
>You’ve had your fun and your body is threatening a revolt, so you turn around and hobble back to where you left what remains of your entourage.
>Big Daddy looks at you expectantly as you wipe some blood from your nose.
>”Well?”
“It was a long shit.”
>”I don’t believe you.”
“I can show you if you want. Let’s go look.”
>His snout scrunches in disgust and he marches away.
“No, really, it’s just down the way. I think it might still be steaming. Don’t you want to peek?”
>”That’s quite alright,” he utters, entering the castle.
“I don’t know why he doesn’t want to see my smoking log. He’s the one who asked.”
>”Anon, I don’t think anybody wants to see that.”
>Blondie makes it to your side, offering her head.
>You press your hand on it and let more of your weight be supported by her than you originally intended.
>The stress taken off your bones brings a sigh of relief out of you.
>”Looking to rest now?”
“Hungry. When’s dinner?”
>”About ten hours.”
>Fuck your ass.
>”I have some apple fritters in my pack.”
“Not that hungry.”
>”Do you fear my cooking?”
>Eating is the last thing you want to do.
>The thought of anything entering your stomach right now makes your blood run cold.
>On that note, maybe you should be thinking about it given how hot you feel.

>>30175094

>Suddenly feeling very winded, you lean even more onto Blondie until your knees just give out.
>Collapsing onto them and falling forward, you rest your forehead on the grass.
>”Are you ok?”
>Whoever is kneading your guts like this needs to stop that right away. It’s not funny anymore.
>God, it’s like an electric mixer is stuck in your intestines just buzzing away.
>You inhale sharply everything seems to contract at once.
>You’re frozen, unable to move, breathe, or even think until this pain abates in a minute.
>When your senses return, you see that your nose has sprouted quite the leak.
>A stream of blood flows from it and onto the grass, scorching the greenery as it comes in contact.
>You sniff as much as you can back in and wipe the rest from your face.
>Of course that doesn’t stop anything, but whatever.
>Your friend is content to stand there while you recollect yourself.
>She’s silent the whole time thankfully.
>After a few minutes, your bleeding has stopped and you feel good enough to get back up.
>”All set now?”
“Yeah. I’m good.”
>She nods and leads you off to some other corner of the castle to relax.
>Funnily enough, she hasn’t mentioned your friendship lessons all day.
>In fact, it almost seems like she’s avoiding them.
>When you ask her about that, she just brushes the question off.
>Wait, did you just say friend?
>The hours grind by, but finally, after so very long--so long that it felt like months--dinner arrives.
>With that, the final chapter can begin.
>Part one of this plan is the meet with Greymane.
>Part two is escape.
>There will be no part three.

Just a little bitty update tonight. Sorry they're coming out in these little chunks. I just really want to get through this section fast so we can get to the fun stuff. As always, make sure to like, comment, and subscribe for more. Also be sure to hit that notification icon to be alerted to new updates. Here's a pastebin too https://pastebin.com/8DSdhfkR

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>>30175109
>There wil be not part three
CALLING IT a time skip and a part four because of greymane memory wipe

>>30172772
Incognito is OP. This is getting dumb, something better happen soon cause I'm losing interest.

>>30175180
you predicted it anon
Urchin you getting to predictable man

>>30175109
Was the climax of this story "im just going to stab it?" or was it putting the runes on his body

>>30175244
>climax always happens right before the end of a story
>"was the climax this thing that happened at the start of the story or in the middle of it?"
Think about what you just asked.

>>30175196
Agreed, getting bored. It reminds me of the story elo or erf wrote in the draconequus thread. Discord was completely overpowered and it got boring. It was like
>Anon did something to piss off Discord.
>Discord cock smacks him across the face after freezing time.
It kinda got boring so I quit reading. May go back to it someday. Don't let me affect your story I just got shit taste.

>>30175772
>>30175196
Yeah you two do have shit taste

Incognito is exactly as powerful as anon,, he just had more time to study and prepare. If anon can catch up to him we'll see some epic wizard battles.

>>30175772
Did he actually cock smack him or is that your word?

>>30176030
No shit taste, just want something to happen already instead of showing this OP character go wild. I'd like a little balance.

>>30176260
>Discord will never rub his slimy cock all over your face and aim his tip at your eye as he finishes himself off

What if anon could use The Ripple?

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>>30174125
>>30174153

>>30176260
No but he has hurt him, alot.

>>30176030
Yeah I admit it I do. But who doesn't?

>magicless bump

>>30177509
Somebody give this man green skin and runes. He's literally Anon.

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>>30177509
>5 mins in paint.net

hey guys, back from a long period of no internet. Haven't made a pastebin yet, I'll get around to it eventually.
continue from here:
>>30029744
>>30029942
>>30030145
>>30030425
>>30030677
>Buckler goes on an energetic speal about traveling to the far corners of Equestria, that being where you are now, and places beyond, as well as meeting and interacting with different cultures and races, as well as exploring new places. He makes it sound like a grand old time, honestly, and you can't help but be drawn in by his enthusiasm.
"Sounds pretty cool."
>"Right?" he beams. "So tell me, Anon, what is it that you do? You know, back where you're from?"
>You dropped out of colledge, you think while staring back at his hopeful eyes. There was no way you could say that right now. It would just bring the mood down. So you settle for a half truth.
"I'm, uh, inbetween carreers"
>He seems to be satisfied by that response, offering you a sympathetic look.
>"Aw, sorry to hear that, pal. I'm sure you'll figure things out someday."
>Before either of you can say anything more, both of your attention is drawn to the door cracking open. "Huh, that was faster than I figured." He heads over to the door. "Hey, so what did the captain sa-"
>He gasps mid sentence and promptly lowers his head to floor, taking a knee with one of his forelegs. You note the other guard mimicking his action. You can't see past the door where you are sitting, so you get up for a better view.
>Entering through the doorway is a creature of such majesty the likes which you have never seen. Unlike the others you've met, this pony towers over you. Their aurora colored mane flows with some unseen force and their sleek white form seems to brighten up the very room. You don't need to see ponies geneflecting to know that this is someone important, nor the crown resting on their head. You'd probably kneel yourself if you weren't so awestruck.

>"Greetings, Anonymous," the newcomer says in a sweet, motherly voice. "I am Princess Celestia. I would like to personally welcome you to Equestria." Her voice jars you back to reality. You attempt to mutter out an aporpriate response.
"Your majesty, er, your grace, I am , uh, humbly delighted to make your aquaintance, I mean be granted an audience."
>The princess chuckles. "There is no need to obsess over formalities." She glances at her guards. "That goes for you two as well. Please, rise." After some brief hesitation, they do so. She hums her approval and returns her attention to you. "Now then, I believe we have much to discuss."
>She walks over to a couch on the opposite wall from you and sits. It's almost too small for her. You ease yourself back into your own seat.
>"Why don't you start? I'm sure you have many things you'd like to ask."
>That's an understatement, if you ever heard one. You were too distracted before, but now that you are actually thinking on it your head is swimming with questions. You take a deep breath to steady yourself.
"First off, how did you guys even find me?"
>"Why, the explosion, of course! I didn't hear it personally, but I'm told it was quite loud. Staff heard it two floors up, despite the room being sealed." Her expression grows concerned. "On that note, are you well? You might not have noticed, but the floor in the room you were in was scorched quite a bit."
>Huh, you actually hadn't. It was pretty dark, and by the time you had light enough to see, your attention was firmly elsewhere.
"I think I'm well enough. I woke up feeling a little sore, but that's mostly passed. What ever made that scorch mark didn't get me."
>She seems to ponder this before nodding. "Indeed, your clothing does not appear to have been singed, either. I would like a doctor to examine you later, all the same."
"I'd appreciate that myself."
>Her smile returns as she continues. "Now, if I may, I have a question of my own to ask."

>Her smile returns as she continues. "Now, if I may, I have a question of my own to ask."
"Of course."
>"Thank you. Do you know how you came to our world? Please take your time answering."
>You rub your chin and think. You recall that morning you were in doc Beige's kitchen, enjoying a steak and cheese omelete. Doc is rambling excitedely about EM frequency spikes and environmental saturation and you honestly just sort of tuned him out after that. All of it was over your head anyway. After that came the usual setting up in the lab, flipping the usual switches, and so on. Then he asks you to adjust something called a particle deflector, if that is even a thing. Apparently you did it wrong, crossed the streams, and kaboom. Now you were either in a coma experiencing an incredibly elaborate delusion, or you were legit transported to another world. Dimension. Whatever.
"I was helping someone research...something. Not a scientist myself. There was an explosion, and I blacked out. Next thing I remember is waking up on the floor of a drapes closet. That's really all I can say about it. Wish I could tell you more."
>"I understand. You've had a pretty rough experience, Anonymous."
"Just Anon is fine, princess."
>"Oh!" Celestia giggles. "And here I was the one insisting doing without formalities."
>You and the princess go back and forth for around half an hour. It's mostly little things, like what your home was like, where you are now currently, her duties and such. Finally, though, you get to the big question.
"Am I going to be able to return home?"
>At this, Celestia twists her mouth. "That...is difficult to say at this time."
"Has this never happened before?"
>The princess shakes her head. "You are not the first to come here from your world, rare as it is. Though it is strange."
"Strange how?"
>"When someone from your world enters ours, they...change. They take on a guise akin to ours. The reverse happens when any cross over to your world. Yet here you are, unchanged."

>She rises and walks over to you. "Perhaps it is due to the nature of your arrival, but you are unaffected by the magic that fills this land."
>You raise an eyebrow.
"Magic?"
>She gives you a mischievous smile. "Yes," her horn comes alight, momentarily followed by the water pitcher floating over and filling your glass while being held aloft by a similar light. "Magic."
"...I'm honestly not sure why I bothered being skeptical at this point."
>She lifts a hoof to her muzzle as she chortles. "Skepticism is a matter of course for those who come from your world." She taps her chin thoughtfully as you take a sip of water. "Except for sir Newton, he was quite open minded on the matter."
>You spit back into your glass some.
"Wait, who?"
>"Anyway, as I was saying before," Oh, okay, we're just glossing over that one, cool. "There have indeed been others to come before you, and there are means to send them back whence they came, if they so desired. However, given your unique circumstances, it would be ill advised to attempt them. Doing so could have disastrous results."
"Like?"
>"At worst, the very fabric of your being could be torn apart."
>Oh. Yeah, you like the part where that does not happen to you.
"So I guess I'm staying here for now?"
>"For the moment, yes. Don't worry, we'll accommodate you until you can get settled. I've contacted somepony to help look into your situation, and I'll send for a doctor to examine you." She extends her hoof toward you. "For the time being, I look forward to getting to know you better, Anon."
>You look at her hoof. Do you kiss it? No, that's too much. You don't know the customs around here anyway, best to avoid doing anything offensive. Or accidentally proposing to her, that would just be embarrassing for both of you. Instead, you just reach for it with your hand.
"Thanks. Same to you."
>As your hand touches her, you hear a crackling noise, followed by a pop and a flash of light at the point of contact.

>"Ouch!" Celestia hisses as she withdraws her hoof.
"S-sorry! Was that me?"
>You try to look as innocent as possible while praying they don't throw you in the dungeon. Buckler looks alarmed. The other guard seems agitated. Celestia, however, just studies her hoof with a curious expression.
>"Anon, I'd like to test a hypothesis. Do you mind?"
"Huh? Oh, no. Go right ahead."
>"Very well." She takes a step back. "Um, stand up, just to be safe." You comply, and her horn once again glows. You find yourself engulfed in the same golden aura the pitcher had been. Kind of tickles. It only lasts a split second though, as the aura contorts and bursts with an electric sizzle. Celestia shields her eyes, while you are briefly dazzled. She frowns as she examines you.
>"This... is far more severe than I realized. You are not merely unaffected by magic, you're repelling it. Quite violently, at that."
>You blanch at this.
"So, what, I can't touch anyone?"
>"That isn't necessarily the case. I am what is know as an alicorn. Magic flows through me much like blood flows through you." She gestures to her still flowing locks. "Case and point."
>Guess you won't be asking if you can touch it now.
"Then I don't need to worry about hurting anyone?"
>"Not at all. If you need further assurance," she glances behind her. "Young Buckler?" He's startled by her addressing him.
>"Y-you know my name?" he stammers. Celestia smiles at him warmly.
>"Of course, dear, I know all your names. Now, would you please show Anon he has nothing to worry about?"
>He looks at you, then back to her. She gives him a nod. Buckler swallows nervously as he slowly makes his was to you. He slowly raises a hoof and inches it towards you, wincing as he makes contact with your stomach.
>Nothing happens. He opens one eye, seeing his hoof has not burned away.
>"Phew!" he breathes as he slumps with relief. You abruptly clap hour hands together above his head.
"Boom!"
>"GAH!" he cries out as he falls to the floor.

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>>30172784
Thanks for the update HK.

>"What the hay, man?" he blurts angrily. The room is filled with hearty laughter. You both look up to see that it is Celestia, who is caught up in a laughing fit that comes dangerously close to being unladylike. You swear she nearly snorts 3 times. >"P-princess? You're laughing at me?"
>Celestia calms down after a moment and offers him an assuring look.
>"Come now, it was a harmless jest. There's no need for hard feelings."
"Sorry, Buckler."
>You offer him a hand.
"You were acting so tense I couldn't resist."
>Buckler eyes you hand warily for a moment. >Finally he smirks and accepts it as you pull him up.
>"You do realize I have to get you back for this now, right?"
"Oh, obviously."
>Celestia chuckles. "Now then, it will be time for dinner soon. Anon, would you care to join me?"
"Sure, so long as I can digest whatever is being served."
>"I'm sure the chef can improvise an appropriate menu. Let's be off, then"


Aaaand that's all for now, folks. I hope this scene with Celestia did drag out as much as it felt it did while writing it. I still haven't gotten to the main hook of the story, but that should be in the next update.

>>30180559
This is nice. An actually magicless Anon, who violently repels magic.

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>>30177509
>>30179904
>>30180056
I know I'm shit.

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>But you're mortal! How?!
>You said it, bitch - I'm gonna stab it
>zap

someone better than me do this

>>30180056
Looking at your image makes me think of just how fucked up Anon really is.
>Looks good except you forgot the cuffs.
>And the scars.
>And the stained veins.
>And the purple, bloodshot eyes
>And the blood.
Being Anon is truly suffering.

>>30180658
Hilarious how the thread has completely gone the opposite way of its name. Not that I'm complaining; food for thought.

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>>30181605
Indeed it is.
Death's embrace is welcome when you're Rune Anon.


Also, Greynigger is a nigger

I saw somebody a few threads ago offering to do voice overs of a few lines from the greens here. It got me thinking so I did one of my favorite from Obsession.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s193xp2erI84

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>>30182108
Very grim when you think about it
9/10 i always pictured rune anon more like a sardonic keanu reeves type

>>30175109
One thing that is sorta bothering me is the acid blood and how it reacts to objects. Originally I thought it would only act as acid on inorganic materi cause Anon was consistently fine with it dribbling over his chin and such, or with magic since his blood is super charged with magic. What kinda got me confused was the blood eating away at the grass; so is Anon just immune to the blood within him at this point much like the acid blood from xenomorphs? If that's true, then the other big isse I see is how the heck is Anon still alive? Throwing up blood implies a few litres have spilled into your stomach, and we're at the point where he has throw up a shit ton of his blood. He also has stopped eating more or less for a while now, and we don't see him on a saline drip or anything, just him vegging out in his room when he can. Did I miss some bigger explanation or something about how he's still walking and how is blood isn't hurting him? Or is the puking from the very fact that his blood is caustic and tearing up his insides?

Halp, I'm confused.

>>30182228
Did we ever actually confirm that the timberwolf sap left his body? I mean, it's been a while, and we kinda assumed that it worked it's way out, but do we know for sure? There might be some dog goo in his veins patching him up.

>>30181904
well, no one ever said Anon had to STAY magicless.

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>you are anon
>you live in a world of magic horses
>where there's ten mares for every stallion.
>you quickly realize 90% of the population is in dire need of dick
>after some awkward conversations, you realize they don't have a solution to that problem.
>you decide to introduce them to life's greatest passtime

>a quick trip to the patton office and you have officially licenced the entire sex toy industry
>you make millions off of mass produced dildos, coming in all shapes, colors, and sizes
>use this to finance several other human ideas (space travel, advanced computers, automobiles, ect.)
>you are equestria's very own Elon Musk
>but no matter what you do, they will always know you as the man that quenched their lusts
>to them, you will always be Anon the Dick Dealer.

>>30182855
Dicktator Anon

>>30183137
Soft dicktator

>>30182228
I think walking is a strong word to describe what he's doing. His body is clearly shitting the bed so it's not like all of this isn't having any effect on him. As for the blood and why he's still alive, I would chalk it up to magic. It's not the blood that's killing him, it's the magic ripping his insides apart. He's also already explained why he's still alive. The magic inside him is supercharging all of his function to the point where it won't let him sleep even when he needs to. It's probably not letting him die either. Not until there's just no body left to keep around at least.

>>30183706
Whats the body getting shit on compared to the magic keeping him alive?
The solution to this problem is MORE MAGIC.

>>30183730
I think it's safe to say that when his stomach bursts or his organs just melt away or when his heart explodes or maybe when his skin sizzles off, it won't matter how much magic is in him. That's not really something you can rub some dirt on and deal with.

>>30183748
>"CELESTIA'S LYING MAGIC CAN SOLVE EVERYTHING REEEEEEEEE"

>>30184004
Anon from 3 chapters ago, how did you get here?

>>30184095
I was joking about his viewpoint from 3 chapters ago, please don't bully this is a christian website.

>>30184004
This, but in non ironic way.

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>>30184004
It will solve everything by being the death of him

>>30184471
He already died

>>30184004
We STILL don't know whether Celestia really exhausted every possibility.

I mean yeah runes are probably bad, she did study them for centuries, but the main reason anon is dying is because he's got too much magic - Celestia only searched for a way to fix that for a few years, and don't forget she also has her normal royal duties so she probably didn't get to lock herself in a lab and study 24/7.

>>30184488
this
If he could expel the magic it wouldn't make a fuck
Perhaps all he'd need to do is write a passive rune to use magic that he could toggle. (Like a defense rune, a ward, etc.) Of course if that doesn't work, there has to be a way to use magic to heal, right? To at least stabilize his acid blood

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it would be great if we saw a lichanon

>>30184735
One started up, but the writefag died before he finished the phylactery.

>>30183706
>>30183706
...so the magic is keepig him alive but tearing his insides apart? Isn't that a bit contradictory there? Just a little bit? The boy ain't got no runes (passive or active) to aid him, so you're saying the latent magic that's stored in his body is keeping him alive? I guess that would tie in to Celestia telling Anon his body relies on magic now (I think she said that). I'm still confused on how the blood only reacts with objects other than Anon, unless that was part of the "it's magic, I don't have to explain shit" concept.

Though now you've given me another thing to mull over: if his body and all the organs are workig over time, that puts massive strain on everything. We can see the effects of this continuous strain from him throwing up blood; too much wear and tear on the body, slowly ripping himself apart. This brings up the question: if his body is under so much stress 24/7, why hasn't he had a heart attack or any other major medical emergency (other than puking blood) related to his organs? Again, this comes back to the "magic is tearing himself apart but also keeping him alive" issue. Is the magic healing him faster than it's hurting him? Healing so fast that it's creating cancerous growths that are leading to his current condition? Something equivalent to stage 10 full body cancer or similarly dire?

>>30185718
keep in mind he has timberwolf extract in his blood so that is probably healing him slightly slower than the magic is killing him.

>>30185735
I suppose I should stop overthinking this. The more I think about the "what if?" the more questions I bring up; an endless cycle of answers that leads to questions that leads to answers and so on.

>>30185718
It's not that the magic is keeping him alive, it's that it's keeping him from dying. We saw when he first got magic that being without it made him feel exhausted and fall asleep. Now he's got tons, so even though it's killing him, it's forcing him to stay up and functioning. At this point the only way he'll die is if everything just shits the bed and there's no more body left to keep pushing on.

So ever since lewd sleep over died I've been looking for my lewd fimfic fix. How are these?

>>30180559
Really enjoyin this
Glad its comfy and not serious like the others

>>30185915
No lewd here, sorry. Just plain old autism

>>30172772
>...
>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
>God damn it all, go away!
>Just ignore it, they'll go away eventually.
>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
>You don't have time for this shit!
>You've got more magic to do!
>"Anon, Ah know yer in there! Open up!"
>And right in the middle of breakfast, too?
>Just keep quiet.
>"Alright, here's the deal. If ya don't open this door in the next fifteen seconds, Ah'm kickin' it in!"
>...
>Oh, now she's threatening to break in?
>That's real nice.
>Whatever. She's not gonna do it--
>CRACK
"Fuck!"
>Or she could do exactly that!
>She was flanked by Rainbow Dash and Twilight.
>All of this troupe looked concerned about you. Or was it pity?
>Fuck it, you don't care.
>"Sorry about that, sugarcube. Ah'll replace it later, Ah promise."
"Go away."
>Damn it Dash, now's not the fucking time.
>"Anon, what the hay's wrong with you?"
"You broke into my place."
>"You haven't come out in a whole bucking month!"
"So what? Just leave me alone."
>"Well, Ah wish we could, Anon. But we can't just sit still and watch ya turtle on up like this!"
>And there's Twilight.
>"Anon, please. We're all worried about you."
"Go away."
>"Go out for a drink with these two if you have to. Just please, don't do this to yourself."
"No."
>You'd given that up a while ago. Got in the way.
>She's shaking her head.
>"Fine. If you won't get out of this house for us, maybe you'll do it for somepony else."
>Yeah, right.
>"We're having another princess get-together in town today."
>...
>"It's at six tonight. I don't think they'll be happy to see you missing again."

>>30187305
>That line hangs in the air for a bit before she speaks next.
>"Come on, girls. Let's leave him to his breakfast for right now."
>The trio leaves, but not before Twilight magics your broken door off, and puts a whole new one back on.
>...
>...
>...
>That's thoughtful of them. Didn't you need more firewood, anyways?
>You've been going through a lot to keep the heater in the lab going.
>...
>Princess meet-up, eh?
>You didn't even know you missed one.
>Fuck.
>...
>Fucking God damn it.
>Always tempting you with the good stuff.
>It's been... wait, how long has it been since you've seen Luna?
>...
>Didn't she soldier out of the hospital wing, with her guards holding her up, just to see you after the news broke?
>Yeah, Fluttershy came back. On a gryphon chariot.
>You remember seeing how upset she was. The poor gal had cried herself dry when you all came across her.
>They'd tried to capture the gryphon flier pulling the thing, but he killed himself before they could chain him up.
>She was incoherent and didn't want to tell you all what happened, but she was together enough to agree to a mind reading by one of the castle therapists.
>You really wish you hadn't agreed to watch.
>That Incognito fucker was back at it. He beat Discord.
>No, he did worse. He stole his fucking soul.
>Didn't even know you could do that in happy-fun-times ponyland.
>...
>You remember being so... defeated.
>Not even a month later, and he took away someone else close to you.
>Well, maybe not you, but close to one of your friends.

>>30187316
>Flutters needed two weeks of intense therapy just to function again.
>Apparently.
>But... how is she doing now?
>...
>Damn it.
>First you miss out on Flutters, and now Luna, too?
>Oh. Yeah, the last time you saw her.
>She tried to console you, but you were well past that point.
>You sat in your castle room, brooding.
>When you came back, you went all-in on the magic.
>No pretense, just full blown hermit mode.
>...
>You must look like absolute shit.
>Well, not finishing this breakfast. Might as well check.
>God knows Luna wouldn't want to see you looking the part of a hermit.
>You pull yourself up from the table, and drag your sorry ass to the bathroom.
>This place is disgusting. You're normally so good about cleaning it.
>The mirror needs a wipe off to show your--
>Oh.
>That's nice.
>Not showering in three days was really showing. No shave since leaving the castle, so the Imam beard was on full display.
>Funny. That would normally bother the hell out of you.
>...
>Wonder if the shaving stuff is still any good? After you find the scissors.
>...
>...
>...
>Well, somehow you turned this cleansing of body into a full-blown bathroom purge. It was about as gross as you'd expect.
>Long story short, the formerly disgusting bathroom and human alike were now looking clean and sharp.
>You're feeling... a little better.
>But now you can really see the dark circles under your eyes.
>...
>Fuck it. Got nothing to cover those, and you're not about to get some make-up.
>What time is it?
>...
>Twelve already?
>Fuck me.

>>30187320
>Well, the whole house is getting gross. Might as well pass the time that way.
>...
>Five-thirty. That's a wrap for today.
>You're not happy about being unable to do magic shit today.
>But you knew the place needed it.
>You got everything but the study done. It's a wonder the girls didn't see the dirt trail leading to the now very obvious trapdoor outline.
>You curtain the window in there and shut the door.
>They wouldn't find the lab, now that there was a secret door hiding it.
>But explaining the booze cellar would be a big enough headache.
>You put on your slightly dusty best suit for this.
>You set out shortly after, into town.
>It's kind of assumed that princess get-togethers are held at their seats of power. So Twilight's castle it is.
>Oh hell, the ponies in town are greeting you. Asking where you've been.
>Maybe you'll answer them later, when you're not... like you are right now.
>The castle doors open in response to your knocks, by a certain little dragon.
>"Oh, hey Anon! How've you been?"
"Lousy."
>"Yeah, you sure look like it."
>...
>"A-anyways, I'll show you where the girls are!"
>Well that was cheeky of him.
>Since when did he...
>Oh, yeah. Since you first met him. Idiot.
>Well, your mood's soured a bit more.
>Didn't Celestia want you dead when she heard about your blood?
>Well, she might as well have wanted you dead.
>She didn't even apologize after the fact.
>You know, maybe this wasn't such a good--
>"Here we are, Anon! Go on in!"
>Or you could stay, you guess.
>Man, this is such bullshit.
>You don't know why he's not opening the doors.

>>30187324
>Well, whatever, you'll just open them yourself.
>The doors push open, revealing a black room.
>Oh, nice. Where's the light swit--
>"SURPRISE!!!"
"WHOALY CHRIST!"
>GOD DAMN IT YOU'RE BLIND
>WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON
>Oh no wait you're not blind, just dazzled and surprised.
>Surprised by...
>...
>Whoa.
>Is this a...
>A fucking surprise party?
>Streamers, party hats, food?
>Yeah, it sure is.
>The girls, the princesses, Starlight, Sunburst, and some little kid that wait holy shit that kid's a fucking alicorn!
>One very purple princess approaches you.
>"Oh Anon, I'm so glad you showed up!"
>Right, conversation. An elegant communication of a more civilized age.
"T-Twilight? What's all this about?"
>"We know that the last few months have... Well, okay, they've sucked. Really badly. But we didn't realize just how badly it's affected you, until recently."
>Wait a minute. So they--
>"You can consider this party of yours, as a little something to get you out of the house. And, well, an apology, too. O-okay, more apology."
>They threw this for you? But...
"An apology?"
>"Yeah. We... We're sorry about not keeping more in touch with you. Even though we've all been busy for the last month, that's still no excuse."
>She's turned from happy to sad over the last few lines.
>Oh hell, they've all turned various shades of sad.
>You haven't spoken with them much at all the last month, that's true.
>But they're... making it up to you?
>...
>U-uh, wow.
>That's actually kinda... really nice of them.
>Which god did you please to have your friends do this for you?

>>30187329
>Friends...
>Wait...
>Oh, fuck.
>You were losing touch with your friends.
>Hold the fucking phone, time to connect the dots.
>Not gonna waste this gift of truesight from your friends.
>So.
>You were hermiting away to learn as much as you could about magic.
>So you could try to stop that sentient colostomy bag called Incognito. This world's monopoly holder on edginess and hurting said friends.
>All that evil magic shit he had, he didn't learn that overnight.
>He had to do it like you did, right? Building labs and fuckin' hermiting away?
>And the way he talks like he's the second coming of Christ?
>That motherfucker's got no friends. Nobody with friends talks like that.
>Hm...
>Upon reviewing the month's day-to-day routine, you quickly conclude that you were slowly turning into a fucking edgelord yourself.
>If they didn't catch you now, you'd have been reading that dark magic book, skinning puppies, and blogging about your parents not getting you an iPhone.
>You used to make all kinds of jokes, go out drinking with pals, even blitzing through libraries with a certain pony!
>"Anon?"
>And did you do any of that last month? Nope. Fucking none of it.
>You were on the straight-and-narrow of becoming a Sith lord in your basement.
>"Anon? Are you all right?"
>Fuck, it all makes sense! Darth Horus there was turning your bitch ass into his virtual fucking apprentice! Motherfuck--
>"ANON!"
>God damn it, I needed that autism!
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking."
>"Thinking?"
>Aha, your turn for hug reception, puny horse!
"Thinking about a clever way to say 'apology accepted'."

>>30187333
>So, there may or may not be a big hug pile going on right now, after Twilight all but squeed and returned that initial hug.
>Kinda like a furpile, except infinitely less gay and nightmare-fueling.
>...
>Holy piss, the internal quips are back!
>`Yea welcum back thar baws, ya fucken faget`
>I love you too, subconscious. I'll never leave you again.
>Loud cannon shots are heard. Well, that can only be one pony.
>"WHOO! Let's get this party started!"
>You said it, pink gal.
>...
>Oh my God, this is awesome!
>They even brought the bartender minotaur to serve stuff here!
>Well, once that princess kid was secreted away, of course.
>Oh yeah, that was that Flurry Heart you've heard about.
>You'd think you'd have remembered Twilight's overtures about aunthood.
>Which only showed just how disconnected you ended up getting.
>Well, none of that anymore, no siree!
>Once you'd gotten your dream combo of Ponko's Finest® baked goods, and the strongest whiskey that your barkeep had, you gathered around a big round table to talk more about your world.
>Can't blame them for not covering current events.
>That would definitely have spoiled the food and nectar of the gods combo you had going on here.
>You may or may not be slightly loaded, but they keep you from going into full blackout territory. Shit, they've even got water for hangover prevention!
>You could kiss these horses. Even the dudes.
>Anyways, you're telling the story of how humanity launched other shit into space, not just at the moon.
>The ISS was a favourite, and the human plaque on the space probes was received very well, too.