/ded/ thread

It'll be really ironic if this thread dies.

>>30632818
Necroborg Anon when?

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>>30632818
We are literally /ded/

>>30633596
Well, stop dying and write something.

Ayy a new thread.

Green soon :^)

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>>30632818

I honestly don't think I've ever really seen a prompt/idea like this before so finding pony related images for this is difficult.

>>30634375
I think some skeleponers would do nicely.

bump I'm trying to get some green out

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Would you?

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>>30632818

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>>30633281
This thread seems fun. I don't know how to green but I want to see some.

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>>30636694
Just try it, Anon. Writing green isnt that hard and practices makes perfect.

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Bump, writing is hard

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>>30638393
You can do it, Anon! I believe in you.

>>30638417
I ended up having to throw away what I was writing entirely because I didn't like the tone of it.
Kill me.

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>>30638676
Take a break and then try again. Don't get discouraged, Anon.

>>30638676
>Kill me.
Then you'll be /ded/ too.

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Tumblr just manages to shit everything up.

>>30638956
this looks like something youd see on /tg/

>>30638956
>Prepare for autistic screeching
for the love of god...
NECROMANCY isn't about REANIMATION.
True NECROMANCY is basing on manipulating LIFE, as in pain, or even staying on the death's door for few moments to save yourself.
If you want to be "necromancer" you need a higher power (in DnD God) or other shiet, not magic.
Or, if you REALLY want to reanimate dead with magic, enchanting is a way to go.

>>30639459
The best way to animate the dead is with a wacom tablet ^:)

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>>30639528
lel

>>30639459
Necromancy is whatever you want it to be.
Unless you want to be correct, in which case it's a form of divination and has nothing to do with life, pain, reanimation or gods.

bump
I'd like to see green like last thread

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>"Fuck you, He-Non, that perfect-pony-princess-pussy will be mine! Nyah!"

https://youtu.be/IOF-mKycqaU

>>30639923
>Celestia hears of a dangerous, evil new necromancer spotted near Ponyville
>Twilight investigates
>Anon offers to tell her future by reading the patterns in chicken guts
>Anon status downgraded to "harmless but gross"
>Also, he's still a skeleton, but that's just a wacky coincidence

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Does this count?

https://discord.gg/3mJqR8E haha yes ss

>>30641818
Jesus.
Post the rest

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>>30642350
Why not. Those make for nice bumps.

>>30641818
>>30642363
These remind me of that thread a few ... years? ago about lovable Camerahead Lyra.

>>30642590
It looks like the exact same style, and might be the same artist, yes.

>>30642600
It is. I'm just saying it made me think of it.
Those lyra stories were cute.

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I'm gonna repost my story as a bump. For the one Anon that asked about the translations what Anon and the Elemental said...
Sorry. I can't remember what they were supposed to mean, but the elemental damned Anon and his kind for what he has done to them, while Anon lied about how he wants to release them soon.

Anyway, here I go.

“By the forever cursed one...”, you sigh and take a belt out of the bony chalice, emptying it of the thick, crimson liquid it contains, “Another day comes to an end.”
>Putting the grinning goblet down, you rest your tired head on a hand as you watch Celestia's glorious sun slowly set.
>Another day in which you achieved nothing... You couldn't even motivate yourself to check on Sparky today.
>A female ridge dragon you found dying near your lair a few days ago and then reanimated after its death throes finally subsided.
>Technically, she would need every bit of your attention, so you can properly bind her to you and prevent that she develops a free will as long as she still sleeps her dark slumber, but...
>You just couldn't be bothered to.
>It's summer, and summer always reminded you of her...
>Celestia...
“Why...”
>The love of your life and probably the prettiest thing you ever have laid your eyes upon.
“Why can't you see?”
>You are Anonymous.
“That we are meant to be together?”
>Or that's how you call yourself nowadays. You have forgotten your real name decades ago.
“I have given up everything for you...”
>The first and probably only human to ever set foot on Equestria.
“My life... My friends...”
>Or at least you used to be one.
“My god damned humanity!”, you scream and throw the chalice against a wall, relishing the sound of brittle bones meeting cold, hard stone.
>Almost immediately, a worm-like creature, made out of the corpses of a dozen diamond dogs, crawls out of a crevice on that very same wall and begins to clean up the mess you made with its deformed limbs.
>With a look of disgust in your face, you watch it do its deed, burying your face into your hands as it vanishes into the darkness of your fortress' walls again.
>Human... That you used to be. But what in the seventy planes of tartarus are you now?!
>You just wanted to impress her... Become something that didn't exist in Equestria for almost four hundred years back then... But...

>It just made her detest you more.
>”Anonymous! Are you out of your mind?!”, her voice echoes in your head, “Guards! Arrest him at once!”
>You tried to explain why you did it, but no words managed to leave your sorry mouth this fateful day.
>Her guards closed in on you as you stammered and stuttered, trying to get through to her.
>But... In the end... You had to kill and reanimate six of her closest, personal guards with your newfound powers just so you could escape.
>It wasn't pretty and it surely wasn't what you intended to do, but you had no other choice.
>The only thing you ever wanted was her attention and perhaps her affection... Was that too much to ask for?
>Groaning, you force your gaze on the setting sun again, assessing, much to your dismay, that it has nearly vanished behind the horizon already.
>Not like it matters for you anyway... Sleep isn't a necessity for you any more.
>Still you like to do your “work” while it's still bright outside. Perhaps out of an old habit... You honestly can't tell any more.
>And technically you still have at least fifteen minutes of sunlight left.
>With a deep sigh and a last longing look at the sun, you get up and grab your staff, tapping the floor twice with it.
>It doesn't take long for that what you summoned with this motion to rush to you.
>A misshaped amalgam of pony and gryphon bursts through the mouldy, oaken door, immediately bowing once it sees you.
>”Yes, master? You called?”, it says with a raspy, ghastly voice, focusing its four eyes onto you.
“That I did, Grimbearer.”, you reply monotonously and motion him to stand normally.
>Or at least as normal as his six legs allow it to.
>”What do you need, master?”
“Just give me a status report. Did anything extraordinary happen today?”
>”You mean here, in your glorious lair, master?”
>You sigh and nod.>>30642649

“Yes.”
>Grimbearer is always so damn cautious... Almost like it is afraid of saying something wrong.
>It's not like you punish your creations for making mistakes... And even if you would, they cannot feel pain anyways.
>”No. Nothing that I know of, at least.”
“Good. How is Sparky?”
>”Sparky?”, Grimbearer asks and cocks its head.
“The ridge dragon.”
>”Oh! You mean her...”, it lets out a ghoulish tatter, “She still sleeps and doesn't show any signs of awakening from her dark sleep either.”
“Huh? That's strange...”
>”How so, master?”
“I reanimated her three days ago. She should have awoken by now.”
>”That might be true.”, Grimbearer says and cowers, “But she is a dragon after all. A creature that rivals in power even your very own most powerful creations. No offense, of course.”
“None taken.”
>”Thank you so very much, master!”
“I just thought she would have woken up by now. But it seems I was wrong in that assumption.”
>”You are never wrong, master! You just make slight miscalculations!”
“Anything else noteworthy?”
>”The ghouls, master.”
“What about them?”
>”They hunger for fresh flesh. And we have run out of it days ago.”
>God... Wherever you might be. Why did you raise so many of them anyways?
>Oh yeah. Because you wanted to suppress thoughts of her. And raising ghouls takes a lot of your mind power, and more importantly...
>Time.

>Yet another groan leaves your mouth and you rub the the bridge of your nose.
“They don't even need to eat...”
>”I know, master. But their unnatural hunger is tearing them apart! We lost one hundred of them just today.”
“I see... Send a scout to Greenmere. To see if ponies still live there”
>”A scout?”, the undead construct asks, “You mean a shadow?”
“Yes, if we still have some of them.”
>”I'm afraid not... I'm so incredibly sorry, master.”
“Don't be...”, you say and sit down, manifesting another skull goblet filled with fermented blood in your hands, “Just tell me what we still have that's fast and doesn't attract much attention.”
>You take a sip from the viscous liquid and barely manage to suppress grimacing your face as you feel it running down your throat.
>It's an acquired taste, to say the least... One you never really acquired.
>But the life essence of other beings is the only thing your corrupted body accepts as nourishment these days.
>What has your life come to?
>”Some of the pegasi from Las Pegasus are still left. They aren't too smart, but they should be able to do a scouting mission just fine, master.”
>You would prefer to send shadows, creatures you actually devised to do scouting, than brainless, feathered zombies, but it looks like you have no choice.
“Then send them.”
>”Will do, master.”, Grimbearer bows, “Any specific orders?”
>Such simple undead like those pegasi can't really comply with even the most simple of orders, but... There is no harm in trying.
“Just tell them to stay out of sight.”
>”Promptly, master! Anything else?”
“No.”, you say and shove the chalice away from you.
>”Wonderful. Your will shall be done.”
>And with that said, and another bow, Grimbearer vanishes into the darkness again. Leaving you alone with yourself.
“Yes...”, you sigh, “Yet another day came to an end.”

>An unknown amount of time passes, spent solely starring mindlessly out of one of the few windows in your lair and watching Luna's pale moon rise, before you come back to your mind again.
>It must be almost midnight by now and a quick look at the grandfather clock near your bed reassures your assumption.
>The ancient timepiece reminds you of simpler times. Times in which you lived among the ponies as a friend and not preyed upon them.
>Standing up and walking towards it, you remove the countless cobwebs that equally as numberless spiders have created there over the years with the tip of your staff.
>As you do this, your gaze falls on an even older framed photograph hanging next to the clock, showing a pink mare hugging you with all of her might.
>What was her name again? Ponks? Penk? Pinkie?
>Yeah... The last one rings a bell.
>By the god you once called your own... How long ago was that? She must be surely dead by now.
>A sad sigh escapes you as you take the picture into your hand and brush the thick layer of dust off of it.
>She was one of the few ponies that were always nice to you and didn't judge you solely by your looks. At least if your memory doesn't betray you right now.
>Which it tends to do more and more, as you had to assess much to your dismay.
>You already have forgotten countless details of your life here in Equestria... Some of which you are grateful to have forgotten and some other you mourn after like a kid who has just lost his pet to the cold embrace of death.
>Like... You are sure you had a special somepony once, even despite your fascination for Princess Celestia. But...

>No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to remember her face or even just her name.
“One day, I will find a spell...”, you mutter and put the picture back on its place on the wall, “That makes me remember you again.”
>She probably gave you the happiest time of your life. That's the least you can do.
“I promise.”
>But enough of that, for now at least.
>With a tap of your staff, you summon Bloodgazer, a disembodied head of a pony, in fact one of the first ponies you ever raised, out of the aether, and gently pet the few strands that still remain of its mane once it fully manifested itself.
>It lets out an almost pleased giggle and floats in front of your face, lightly bopping your nose with its skeletal muzzle.
“Good girl.”
>At least you think it used to be a mare.
“Do you want to accompany me on this dark, lonely night?”
>Bloodgazer furiously nods and alights on your shoulder, nestling itself into the thick shoulder pads of your robe.
“Wonderful.”, you say and feed it one of the many small soul shards you carry around with you at all times, enjoying the seemingly happy sounds it makes while munching on the crystalline fragment.
>Those shards contain the souls of lesser creatures, mostly critters and other animals, and help you fuel some of your more complicated and combat orientated spells.

>Also, for whatever reason, your undead creations seem to enjoy them as a snack.
>Why? You don't know. And if you are honest, you don't particularly care either.
>You speculated some time ago that those shards give them some sense of their former lives back, but you never delved deeper into that subject.
>As long as they don't develop a free will from them, you are fine with whatever effect they give your minions.
>It's not like you need them particularly often either.
>Princess Celestia has ceased her attacks on your lair after she had thrown and lost a whole legion against its walls a few decades ago.
>Nowadays she more or less tolerates your presence in the eastern corner of her kingdom. Only sending the occasional scouting or raiding party your way every once in a while.
>Perhaps she has just forgotten about you.
>Groaning, you push open the heavy oaken doors with a quick spell and tread through them.
>You mean... When was the last time you tried to attract her attention?
>Forty years ago? The siege of Stalliongrad?
>Could be... And even that attack was just to replenish your dwindling forces with fresh “recruits”.
>Why are you even doing this? She clearly detests you and everything you represent.
>For power? For glory? To expand your empire of the undead? You don't even know.
>Everything just became more and more blurry as the years passed.
>Do you really think you could turn her around? Make her like you, perhaps even love you?
>With the things you do?
“Pah!”, you bellow and close the gateway behind you.
>Very unlikely.
>But nevertheless... You keep on going.
>”Gruuuh?”, Bloodgazer drones.
>You give its forehead a quick rub and cast a spell to illuminate the dark hallway before you.
“Don't worry about it, my dear.”
>”Nnngh.”
“Let's check on Gallowfall, shall we?”
>”Grah!”, the pony head caws.
“Wonderful. I'm sure the old crow has something interesting to show me.”

>Slowly but surely you make your way through the dark, confined corridors of your lair, navigating through them like a mouse which called the same labyrinth its home for all of its life.
>And what a labyrinth this place truly is...
>Originally it was built by a proud and rich pack of diamond dogs, who called themselves the “Ironbacks”.
>Probably because of the snow-white fur every one of their alphas had on their backs.
>Your army was relatively small back then and you weren't even sure if it would be enough to conquer their territory.
>Luckily for you, the diamond dogs thought similarly, and immediately sent a sizeable chunk of their forces towards yours once they had noticed you.
>The battle didn't last long and ended with a harsh lesson for them... Namely that your undead are far tougher and fiercer than they might look like and that you had no problem in just reanimating your or the Ironback's casualties once they fell.
>Once they've learned this lesson, they opted to just dig themselves in and wait your siege out.
>Not that this endeavour of them managed to give you much of a bother. Quite the contrary, to be honest.
>Time was and still is just another almost infinite resource for you, and the little nourishment you and your minions needed, you could just get from the occasional scouts or the nearby settlements.
>So you were more than happy to just starve them out... Which you managed to do after roughly six months.
>One last large-scale attack was mounted against your forces by them, but it didn't accomplish much other than the opportunity for you to strengthen your army even more.
>In the end they had to either give their home up and flee or be devoured by their former loved ones.
>Unsurprisingly, they chose to flee.

>You allowed those who managed to escape to get away with their lives and then began to establish your lair here.
>And the rest is history, most of which you wish to forget but can't.
>It was a necessary evil... You just needed a place to recuperate and regain your powers after years of peregrination. And this primitive citadel was far enough away from Celestia's grasp to allow you to do that.
>In addition of having nigh on impenetrable defences, of course... At least after you've rebuilt and improved on them.
>Diamond dogs were never really known for their architectural skills, but you digress.
>Pushing another dilapidated door open, you begin to descend the stairs that were hidden behind it.
>”Gruh, gruuuuuh, grah~”, Bloodgazer croaks in an almost sing-song voice, focusing its eyeless gaze on a spiderlike creature watching you from the ceiling.
>”Sssssssssshh...”, it hisses back, saluting you with one of its many deformed equine legs. .
“Hello, Redcap.”, you reply without looking at it.
>For some strange reason, you gave each and every single one of your creations a name.
>And for some even stranger reason, you never fail to remember or mix up their names. Despite many of them looking nearly the same.
>You gave this specific minion the name “Redcap”. Because of the blazing red mane it once used to have and probably was very proud of.
>Nowadays, you don't even want to look at its countenance any more.
>The spell you used to reanimate it, is one of your more gruesome ones, twisting and morphing its limbs and spine in such ways to give it eight legs and the ability to walk on walls.
>Which makes it, and its many brethren, the perfect guards for your lair's many spires and stairways.

>Despite you ignoring it, except for your little greeting, it still follows your every step as you make your way down the stairs.
>It probably just wants some of your soul shards.
>So you reach into one of your robe's pockets, pull a handful of the crystalline treats out of it, tossing them over your shoulder.
>Almost immediately, you hear a thud and the distinct sounds of sharp claws scratching hard stone in an attempt to shove tiny morsels into a deformed maw behind you.
>”Gruh? Grah!”, you hear Bloodgazer bellow and feel it leaving your shoulder.
“No. Stay.”, you command and brush its bony forehead lightly, causing it to alight again, “It would tear you apart, my dear.”
>”Guuuuh...”
“You will get some more later. I promise.”
>”Gah!”
“Good girl.”
>And with your hungry stalker gone, you reach the end of the stairway in peace and quiet, soon finding yourself before a locked door.
>A small purple orb floats before it, emitting the occasional burst of light every few seconds and filling the room with an electric aura.
>This glowing sphere here is a security measure, in case some intruder somehow manages to penetrate your defences and infiltrate your lair, only allowing you to pass through the door and evaporating anyone else who foolishly tries do to the same with powerful lightning magic.
>Quite a nifty thing, but not very easy to conjure.
>Alone getting the necessary elemental cores for it was a major pain in your posterior... But you digress again.
>Putting your hand on it, you relish the short sensation of electricity it causes to surge through your arm, before recognising you and opening the door in front of you with a quiet click.
>Aaah... One of the few things that still are able to make you feel something.
>Oh, how did you miss this.
>A small giggle escapes you as you walk through the now unlocked gateway, ignoring the confused sounds Bloodgazer lets out.
“There we are, my discarnate companion.”

>You take a deep breath of the stale, but somehow still refreshing air, and then lighten the few torches that litter the even narrower hallways with a simple arcana.
>A spell that Celestia taught you herself when you began to study magic all those years ago...
>”Concentrate on the wind of fire a bit more, will you Anonymous?”, her angelic voice resounds in your head, you clearly able to see her divine smile before your inner eye, “Otherwise it won't work.”
“Like that?”, you mutter.
>”Gre?”
“Oh...”
>Bloodgazer shoots you a confused look... However it managed to do so with no eyes in its sockets.
“Don't worry about this, dear.”, you chuckle and begin to follow the corridor to your right, “I want to show you a few things on our way to Gallowfall.”

>Gallowfall's laboratory, the place you are headed to, lies on the very end of this damp passageway, giving you ample time and opportunity to show your bodiless friend around a bit.
>Not that there is much to show down here, though... You never really utilized most of the rooms on the lower levels of your lair, since most of them used to be granaries, breweries or facilities of a similar ilk.
>And as much as you used to love to indulge in alcohol, back when you also used to have a pulse, it doesn't do much for you any more.
>Even the blood you drink nowadays is just fermented because it gives it a nicer taste. It almost reminds you of a very heavy wine if you ignore the irony aftertaste...
>But you digress.
>Converting them to something you could use would have taken too much time and too many very specialised minions you didn't have back then and never bothered to create in all those years either.
>Luckily, some of the facilities down here didn't need much refurnishing, and the little that had to be done was easy enough for your basic undead to do.

>Like this one on your left.
>Your gaze falls on a heavy iron door, admiring its silver sheen for a moment before putting your hand on it and relishing the stinging cold it emits.
>The Ironbacks used to store their meat in there, and you use it for the very same purpose to this day too.
>There is no point in showing it to Bloodgazer, though, since it should be pretty much empty right now.
>At least if Grimbearer did tell the truth. Though... You don't have any reason to distrust it, even if you might have allowed it to retain some if its free will when you amalgamated its pony body with a gryphon one and reanimated it, so it could serve you better as an adviser and guide.
>But you could check on the things that make sure it stays as cold as the bleakest of winter's nights. That wouldn't be too bad of an idea.
“No, it really wouldn't be...”, you mumble to yourself.
>”Grah?”
“Nothing, my dear. Let me show you something.”
>So you push the ironclad door open with a quick spell and walk through it, shielding yourself from the blast of biting cold air.
“Now let's see...”
>”Gruh? G-Gruuhuhuhu!”
“Oh, stop pretending.”
>Silly thing... You wonder what made it do this.

>It doesn't take long for your eyes to adjust to the darkness that reigns supreme in that frigid chamber.
>And soon enough, you see what you wanted to see...
>Three ice elementals. Bound to this room by arcane shackles and leaking the bleakness that sustains the low temperatures in here out of countless holes in their bodies.
>Holes caused by a very rare kind of mineral-eating worm you introduced to their crystalline frames.
>It's far easier and less troublesome than having to send minions out to cut and haul back blocks of ice to your lair.
>And the ambient magic you yourself emit keeps the elementals in a constant regenerative state, so you don't have to worry about them suddenly dying and returning to the plane of existence they originally came from either.
>All in all a pretty effective system. You are sure your former self would have had some problems with it, but...
>It's not like that those things are able to feel pain anyway.
“Stupid, mindless constructs...”, you mutter and step towards the nearest one of them.
>It focuses its eyeless gaze on you. A mere reaction to you presence and nothing more.
>Yes... Nothing more.
>”Las ik su kraa.”, it drones in a monotone voice.
>”Gruh?”
>”Proaka. I bas aeui.”
“S-Suum, kae doaraks kreamd...”, you lie, “Suum, aeui sruibrak krorr ba uqar.”
>”I ruva uir sudk krorr ksreda aeui duvm kuum!”, it shouts, shooting its head towards you.
“Your gods don't exist here...”, you calmly reply, letting a finger run along the seams of one of the many holes in its body, coaxing the worm that lives in there out.
>Oh... What an abominable this creature truly is.

>”Uiiiisr!”, the elemental groans, “Yui krorr voae kur srek, macrukomcar!”
>Ignoring its screams, you let the worm snake around your wrist and then show it to Bloodgazer.
“Those creatures are called “Eyeless Stalks”. You can surely te-”
>”Dokmad ba aeui omd aeuir demd!”
“Tell why.”
>”Grah!”
>”Oir sudk krorr koda kira aeui birm em sra daavaks uk rarrk!”
>But enough of that...
>With a poke on its sharp mandibles, you force the worm back in again.
>”Ussshrah!”
“Nuv ba pieas, ur I krorr amromca aeuir osumae aqam kura.”
>”Yui krorr voae kur srek... Baraeqa ka!”
“Not in your lifetime, though...”, you say and turn your back to it, “Let's go, Bloodgazer. We wasted enough time here.”
>”Gruah!”, it chirps and shoots the bound elemental one last nod as its farewell to it.
“Don't bother with it, my dear... It's mindless anyway.”, you say and throw the door shut behind you.
>Mindless...
>Yes.

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And thats it. I will post a new part tomorrow.
My pastebin is updated too, by the way.
https://pastebin.com/4J3wGTWJ
Give it some views, it needs them to survive.

>>30642590
>>30642600
>>30642619
You guys mean the CyLyra stories? Those were pretty fucking great.

appchan x fucked up whle posting, I hope my story is still in order

>>30642640
I figured the translations would be more along the lines of

"Manchi kabook noonee Solo! Makingsa le ka bok bagthra, beeska chata wnow kong bantha poodoo!"

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>>30642781
I'm interested senpai

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where the hell did everyone go?

>>30644131
Dying on the inside.

>>30644204
but lich anon is already dead inside

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>>30632818

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Spooky, scary bumps.

>>30635924
>he's giving you a socket-job
>eyeball lewdly slapping against your nuts

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I dont know about this thread but lets stay for the keks

>>30646217
The first thread was glorious.
#2 is empty. Guess all the writefags missed the memo.

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>>30646549
i have 2 more comic shorts planned but nothing beyond that right now. writefags seem to have writers block and the first drawfag seems to have vanished.

at best we can hope for a slow thread.

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>>30647048
Looking forward to your comics, Anon,

>>30647048
>the first drawfag seems to have vanished.
I'm not gone, I just work with green that I like.

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>>30645111
I always thought that was supposed to be a random pone but It's actually Octavia

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Last bump from me. If it's still alive tomorrow, I will continue my story. I didn't have any time to write tonight, sorry.

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>>30649495
>Lyraserver 1.5 (now with Windows Vista) will never protect your lair
Hold me Anons

>A green text where Anon dies in an accident, and either Starlight or Twilight try to revive him out of guilt.
>Resulting in ZombieAnon going around taking far too much joy in scaring ponies shitless.
>Only to quickly regret his decisions when he gets cornered in a house by a pitchfork and torch wielding mob.

>>30649542
I think I've read something similar some time ago.

>>30649530
Well... you could get the windowd 10 version. But I heard she just collects your data and sends it to god knowswhere.
She even uses your money to pay for the stanps!

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bump

writing fucking sucks

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>>30642787
Hope you aren't dead, you filthy nigger. Keep it up.

>>30650335
Faithless coward!

>>30632818
2spooky4me

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Boop

>>30649542
>It was just a prank guys

>>30646549
Because the first thread was fun with beta anon. This thread is grotesque body horror

>>30652620
Ay yo hol up.

So, you're saying that all this violence, horror, and death has killed the thread?

>>30652620
We need more drawfags who are willing to draw that.

>>30652864
>>30652781
I feel like those were pisted because there isn't a lot of content for this subject

>>30652620
this thread is nothing yet. no one has drawn or written anything new. one anon posted some old grotesque art.

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>>30650391
I'm not dead yet, dont worry. Im gonna start writing now, hopefully I can post something tonight.

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>>30632818
Maybe a general prompt would help get writefags in here and give them something to work with besides a vague idea?

>>30654979
>>30562304
there you go ^:)

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>>30654979
Yeah, the OP post itself is a bit bland and looks uninteresting as fuck.

Also I concur with this >>30638393
Anon.

>>30654979
The prior thread was about the idea that Anonymous is a powerful necromancer who has invaded Equestria with an army of the undead--because he wants Celestia to date him.

Celestia knows he's too much of a niceguy beta and laughs in his face.

I'm not sure I like this characterization of Sunbutt but you must admit it has comedy potential.

Earlier in this thread we've seen too much emphasis on the grimdark edgelord "necromancer" stuff and not enough on the "comedy" in my opinion.

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>>30632818
Resurrecting the thread from the bottom of page 10.

if this thread does happen to die, we should probably give it a week or so before trying again so the contentfags have time to do something. whoever makes it again can try to make the OP a little better, clearer, more exciting.

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>>30656703
Agree

>>30656647
AWAKEN

>>30656010
If we can turn that into a proper prompt to have on OP post, then we should be able to attract more people to the thread .

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>Want to write for this general
>Have already 2 stories going
>1 is almost finish
It hurts, I really want to do an Anon NecroDancer greentext

Sir. Skele Skelington Bone di Calcium IV

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>This Thread/Pre-Gen has such promise, don't let it die before it can really get going!

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>>30657557

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Through eternal sleep I creep,
On your heart my mark I leave;
Seeping dark into your veins
My gentle call will permeate your grave.

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>>30656010
As was noted in prior thread, Lichmaster anon is basically Lord Hater.

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

>be Spoopy Skeletornonymous, dreaded by all
>Celestia isn't the least bit afraid of your army of the undead, nor even impressed
>she's singing "I'm the Bad Guy" and wiggling her butt
>tfw

>>30649548
Green is funny that way

I think we read it all, long ago when we were younger

>>30658241
Is not because of that, I'm just too busy writing other stuff

>>30661062
well put that other stuff on hold

Bone-r

>>30661815
im trying

>>30658241
That is so fucking true

It's what kinda pushes me away from writing a serious drawn out story because people vastly prefer a full comedy driven greentext

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>>30662500
That's what Im trying to do right now. But it seems like people dont want this kind of story here.
I mean, I can do comedic and lighthearted stuff, but thats not what I wanna do with a necromancer story.

>>30662559
If you're the guy writing
>>30642787
you're doing a pretty good job tbqh

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>>30662579
Yeah, Im that guy and thank you. Didnt have much time and concentration to write lately though.

Might as well post the tiny bit I managed to write today.

~~~

>As the heavy iron door slams into its rusted frame behind you, you can feel a strange sense of relief washing over your body.
>But not because you are out of the cold, oh no...
>Thanks to pact you sealed so many moons ago, even the most extreme temperatures, be they cold or hot, are nothing more than a slight bother to you any more.
>It was because of a different reason.
“Hmm...”, you hum, beginning to head towards the laboratories again.
>But which one?
>”Graaaah?”, your companion drones, its voice bearing a worried tone.
>Were you pitying it? Feeling sorry for the pitiful state you put it in? And you felt relieved because you didn't have to look at it in said state any more?
>But that can't be it, can it?
>You personally summoned, enslaved and bound these elementals to the dark, freezing confines they have to call their home now, and you didn't feel sorry for them back then either.
>”Gruah!”, you feel a dry, rough sensation on your cheek, not unlike sandpaper.
“O-Oh! Bloodgazer?”
>Your gaze falls on the pony head on your shoulder, noticing the small purple flames that started to burn in it eyeless sockets.
>A side effect of feeding it a soul shard earlier and an indication that it gained some power from it.
>Nothing to worry about, though, since it can't do much with it, except for floating around a bit faster now.
>But that's besides the point... Did it...

>Did it just try to lick you to get your attention?
>How morbidly adorable.
“It seems like I was in thought... Sorry, darling. What is it?”
>For a brief moment the image of a white unicorn mare flashes before your inner eye, beaming you a small but gentle and honest smile.
“Ugh.”
>”Gruh?”
“I meant to say...”, you shake your head, “My dear. What did you want?”
>W-What was that about?
>And who was this mare? Do...No she must be dead by now. Everyone you once knew is... Did you know her?
>You make a mental note to ask Grimbearer about her later. It sadly knows a lot more about your past than you do nowadays.
>”Gremuuuh!”
“I seem off?”
>”Grah.”
“Hmm... Perhaps I'm just not feeling well.”, you lie, “It has been awfully dry lately, hasn't it?”
>Bloodgazer lets out a raspy cackle that you interpret as “Yes, it has. Sorry to bother you, master.”.
“You're forgiven.”
>”Greeh?”

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Well, that's it. I will try to write more tomorrow since I got the day after off.

>>30662782
I'm liking it, but it would be better if you linked your posts so they don't get mixed up when others start writing

>>30662834
Oh yes, I always forget to do this. I will try to remember next time.

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>>30662782
>>Did it just try to lick you to get your attention?
Awww

>>30664131
>Zombie pony/Zony(?) will never lick your hand.
JUST

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Spooky bump

boop

>>30667886
ayyy

>>30667886
His dark magic truly knows no bounds!

>>30657934
cute drawing/10

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>>30667886
kek

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the greens are on their way, theyre gonna be great.

>>30670180
I have two pages written, but I don't want to post till I have enough for a big dump

Sorry for my disappearance if you guys were following the ""Grand Wizard"" Anon green. Had to get picked up by EMS not long after my last update. If anyone recalls and would like to pick up where I left off, I've no qualms with it.

>>30670951
>Had to get picked up by EMS not long after my last update.

Did you die?

>>30670951
F

>>30670972
A lung did, but that's normal./spoiler]

>>30670180
I want to believe

>>30671904
this is why i bump

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>In this thread we all are necromancers
>Why you ask? We bump at 10

>>30673439
its a cruel irony. lets get a topic of conversation going.

would a raised pony be be to feel anything? would you want them to have emotions and personality (meaning some semblance of independence), or be puppets?

>>30673974
Perhaps it depends on the specific magical methods used to raise the pony.

Unintelligent skeletons that can only understand and obey a handful of very simple commands are easy, as these things go. Zombies, stronger, a little smarter, and able to convert those they bite to more of themselves, are more difficult. Then you have magic that can create an undead being that has the original creature's memories and personality--liches, vampires, and so on. That's a lot harder. Hardest of all is restoring true life to the dead.

Or at least that's how it works in RPGs.

>>30674004
i meant more in the case of necro anon and if you had a choice.

>>30674113
Different for different purposes, maybe?

Creating disposable cannon fodder capable of suffering would be needlessly cruel.

Spies and field commanders, on the other hand, have to be intelligent. Which raises some problems. A lich you just created might not appreciate an existence as a horrifying floating skull either, and might not especially want to obey you. Vampires might hate you for creating them as undead creatures dependent upon the blood of the living and unable to walk under Celestia's sunlight, for example. Creating a vampire-mare waifu for yourself would be terribly unwise for that reason--but then again, Necromancernonymous doesn't come across as being the wisest fellow out there.

>>30674185
i always figured the floating skull in the original drawfag images were a familiar.

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>>30674185
>vampire waifu
Fucking fleshfags get out! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

>>30674613
>Ara ara~

Rero rero~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQ-g0BdpbDM

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>>30674419
I was going by RPG stuff. "Lich" tends to mean some specific kind of undead, usually intelligent and powerful. Sometimes they are just floating glowing talking skulls that can cast spells, some of them are animated spoopy skellingtons but with minds of their own and the ability to command armies of the more common nearly-mindless low-power undead.

And sometimes for obvious reasons vampires are chosen instead to command armies of zombies.

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>Necromancer Anonymous is so starved for companionship that he's too eager to make friends

"If I give you some of my skelebois to work in your mines, then you'll be my friend?"
>"Yeah, yeah sure thing."
>The diamond dogs are salivating as they look at the calcium rich bones of Anon's skeletons.

"A-Applejack do you want to hang out?"
>"Who in the hay are yew? Can't'cha see Ah'm busy?"
"Oh, no problem I can fix that."
>Anon conjures some skeletons and tells them to pick apples.
>"What in tarnation!? Mac! GO GIT YER MALLET!"

"Does anyone want to play? Don't cry kids, I'm not going to hurt you! How about a show?"
>He gets his skeletons to reenact musicals and such at the schoolhouse
>Like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MDBXv5y3iQ
>Ends up traumatizing a bunch of children until Cheerilee calls the guard

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>>30676730
>this applejack thing
I know its unrelated to the stuff you wrote, but it kinda makes me want to write a story about NecroAnon visiting Applejack's wedding and reviving her parents for a short time as a last gift to her he used to be in a relationship with AJ so they can attend her wedding. before he leaves to live his damned life in peace...
Im kinda drunk, but you might get the idea.

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>>30676730

>>30676865
that sounds like one of those ideas thats spawned with the best intentions, but ends up being unfathomably horrible and traumatizes the apple family for life.

>>30677138

Just the kind that Anon would do in the hopes of making friends and not be alone anymore.

>>30674613
the permanent pussy crease raises some questions.

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>>30677518
good questions that is

>>30677174
>Celestia looks at you, her eyes full of pity and sorrow
>"All those years ago, I asked you to try to make friends. Were my words wasted on you?"
"But I DID make friends!"
>she stares at you in disbelief
"Look here, I raised Mittens and made her into a catpire."
>her eyes widen in horror
"Rich the Lich. He's my friend. Hey, Frankie! Frankie, wave at the Princess!"
>the hideous shambling horror that is Frankenstein the Flesh Golem lifts one of his three arms in a nightmarish parody of a friendly wave, grinning from three slobbering mouths
"I made friends! I made all of them!"
>Celestia facehoofs
>"Are all humans so literal-minded?"
"I don't understand. That's what you--"
>she shakes her head and starts weeping
"Please don't cry, Sunny Buns."
>"Don't call me that, you monster!"
"I don't understand what I did that was so wrong."
>she looks at you, tears running down her face
>"I know."

>>30675677
Mirin' tongue

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>>30677596

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>>30677596
>"I know."
That hit me right in the feels.

>>30670951
Do it my Nigga Skelton bro was gold

>>30677596
whats wrong with his friends? they all seem friendly

what sort of followers would you prefer as a powerful lich?

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>>30680452
death knights
and a skeleton for good measure

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>>30680452
Zombies and Mr. Skeletals as meatshields, raised mages for ranged support and undead beasts as some sort of cavalry and shock troops.

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Why can't I motivate myself to write? I know how I want the story to progress and what should happen, but when I try to write it out I cant seem to think of anything.
Sucks.

>>30682414
ur a fag

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>>30682414
youve just gotta belive in yourself and be the best fucked up dead writier you can be. and write some fucking more. thanks senpai

>>30682414
because you want to write to get attention. that's not always happening. but everyone liking you means no one actually likes you. call someone, get drunk, THEN write.

>>30682414
try meditating a bit and just imagine youre watching the events unfold. then write what you see.

>>30672613
Same

Page seven is... not good.

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this was similar to an idea i had earlier, so i decided id just ponify the tried and true meme instead.

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>>30687017

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>>30687017
...heh

>>30687017
I fucking love this drawfag

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>>30687017
Noice

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>>30675677

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>>30677596
>what am I now, chop liver?
>no respect

>>30687017
Kek

>>30688412
would you raise an army of celebrities?

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>>30690158
>you do so hoping they'll help you build your charisma
>they proceed to steal your spotlight
>have to waste all your energy to defeat them
>now everyone hates you because you made the cool skellies leave and you're still so lame
Truly the worst enemies are those we've helped create.

>captcha: pasture servis

arise chickun

>>30657934
i never asked, but i hope you dont mind i took your original concepts and ran with them

where did anon learn his dark arts

>>30692678
In the back of a carnival truck, he learned the most wicked magic not known to juggalokind. Ability to understand magnets.


And then he learned necromancy, because at that point it was just a child's play.

>>30641143
This metal sucks. I can still understand what he's saying

>>30693396
youre not supposed to understand metal, youre supposed to feel it.

>>30693396
Taste Jobel's lightning, fucker.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7VraDI-8aQ

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ARISE

>>30694135
>when your crit lands just right

>>30694135
I HATE YOU

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>>30694625
What'd I do?

>>30694135
delet this

>>30658241
Audience: oh boi, two keks
Artist: I have a life and want to focus on one cake in fear two would be made haphazardly
Audience: two keks when?

>>30696515
why not a little of both at a time