Law and Anon #1

Unga

>>30668234
Can we still do prison pone?

>>30669416
Of course, of course. I'm still working on my Tartarus Prison story, though things suddenly got busy on my end.

Death is but a door, time but a window. I return.

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>”I- Uh- W-Well… Thanks…”
>Warden giggles again
>You shouldn’t be hearing this
>You wish you weren’t hearing this
>I-It’s such a mushy conversation
>You’re flat on your belly, patting down Mr. Badge’s shirt as fast as you can to find the hidden key
>There! Something’s inside!
>You clumsily reach inside and fumble around but nothing’s there!
>What kind of sorcery is this?!
>You can feel it!
>You can feel the shape of the key!
>Why can’t you grab it?
>It feels like it’s in a pocket, but you can’t find the opening!
>Nuts!
>You begin to sweat from the pressure
>One backwards glance fro either of them, and you’re in for it!
>You’re halfway inside the shirt at this point, just trying to find the dang thing
>Warden’s talking again
>”Did you ever think of me when you were in the guard?”
>”Of course I did!”
>”You never wrote…”
>”W-Well… I was busy. You know that. I thought of you, though. More than any-“
>Brass suddenly stops talking
>You know why
>You know without even looking
>If you were about to say something so embarrassing your face would probably melt right off
>Warden won’t let it go, though
>There’s a weird, low tone to her voice that you’ve never heard before
>”More than what…?”
>You can’t stand this anymore!
>You feel dirty just being here!
>Argh, Celestia curse it all!
>You finally find the pocket’s top and rip it open, a button popping off in your fervor
>With key in hoof you crawl as fast as you can away, cheeks beet red from secondhoof embarrassment
>But you did it!
>The heavy iron key sits clutched in your hoof
>This is it
>With this, you can finally talk to Twitch and bargain with him!
>You hurriedly pocket the key and begin making your way back around the field
>You just have to hope the Overseer doesn’t notice it’s gone before tomorrow…

>>30669777
>You’re still Hat Trick
>You make your way back towards your cell after dinner, trembling in anticipation
>It doesn’t matter that you lost the game
>It doesn’t matter that the cute nurse left with Anon, smiling and laughing all the way
>None of it matters!
>At least, not after tonight
>You’ll sneak back to the ultra-maximum security wing and open Twitch’s door
>And then you’ll finally have somepony strong enough to get that ape!
>Well, hopefully
>Maybe
>He’s a weird alien that’s super strong
>But Twitch is famous for being scary!
>Even aliens get scared, right?
>You hid the key under your pillow the moment you got back to your cell after the game
>No one will ever find it there, even if the guards do find out it was taken
>The next few hours went by painfully slowly
>You ate your dinner so fast it nearly made you sick
>While normally that’d be a good excuse to go hit on the nurse, you have to focus
>You didn’t even make it all the way to his cell the last time
>This time, you have to get there /at night/
>The spookiest hours
>You shudder at the thought, willpower waning
>Is it really worth it?
>You’re conspiring to free a dangerous pony from his cell, and for what?
>Just to try to scare away Anon from your mare of choice?
>You arrive back in your cell and check under your pillow
>Yep, key’s still there
>You move to the bathroom for a glass of water to settle your stomach
>You drain the glass and look into the mirror, thinking
>You think back to the cafeteria
>Anon was surrounded by all his scary minions, as per usual
>And the nurse was with him
>She looked so happy…
>How come you can never get her to smile like that?
>You try your best, but nothing ever seems to work; then a weird not-minotaur shows up and sweeps her off her hooves?
>Your face hardens into a grimace so scary you almost make yourself jump
>You’re so angry, you could spit in somepony’s pudding!
>And then eat it, just to show them!

>>30669783
>If nothing else, maybe she’ll finally understand how far you’re willing to go for her!
>Mares like that stuff, right?
>Right!
>Filled with anger-energy, you wait out the final hour before lights-out, and a little longer for good measure
>You slip the key back into your pocket and peek out your door
>Coast seems clear
>You close the door and skitter down the hall, doing your best to make as little noise as possible
>The hallways are dark, with plenty of shadows to hide in as the guards make their last sweep before going home for the day
>Almost every guard leaves except for the Warden herself and Overseer Badge
>From what you saw this afternoon, you think you know why she made his job a live-in position…
>You shake your head to get the mushiness out
>You’re almost there
>This is the beginning of the black suits’ corridor, and just beyond that is the ultra-max security wing
>Just like you thought, it’s even worse at night
>You force yourself to keep putting one hoof in front of the other as you start seeing shapes in the shadows
>The high windows cast long pools of moonlight, criss-crossed by the panes
>You scamper from one to the other, trying not to look around too much
>If you lock up like you did last time, you’ll be stuck here all night and everything will be for nothing!
>At last, you reach the next wing
>There are no windows here
>The only light comes from the small bulbs over each door
>Somehow, that just makes it worse
>Thankfully the door you need is the only one that’s closed, so it’s easy to pick out from the row of yawning, empty doorways
>Taking a couple deep breaths, you creep forward to stand shivering before it
>You gingerly knock, but the soft impact barely makes a noise against the heavy door
>Maybe you should try something else
>You slide open the panel in the viewport and peer inside, but there’s nothing but black
>Does he not even have lights in his cell?
“Um…ah…hello…?”

>>30669790
>There’s no response to your whisper-shout
>You try again, louder
”Twitch? Are you there?”
>”What?”
>You shriek, leaping back before covering your mouth with your hands and glancing either way down the hall
>After a few seconds’ wait, nothing stirs
>You return to the door, squinting hard
>A quiet gasp forces its way out of you
>Beyond the grille, a pair of dark brown eyes stare back at you, wavering slightly with each of their owner’s spasms
>You squeak out your prepared introduction
>”Do you, uh, remember me? I’m Hat Trick, from this morning. I-I-I can free you!”
>The floating eyes widen
>”You can? But why would you?”
“I need your help! You want to meet Anonymous right? Well, I need you to scare him for me! Make him stay away from the prison nurse!”
>The silent, unblinking stare you get in response to your demand makes you think it might be a better idea to leave him in there
>You tentatively ask again
”So… What do you say?”
>”I say your terms are silly. If you need to scare him away from the mare you like, then she probably doesn’t like you back in the first place.”
>Wha-
>”And I just want to talk to him. I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’ve had enough scuffles to last me a lifetime.”
>Hang on-
>”How’d you get here anyway? It’s the middle of the night! You should leave. My door is locked, but the other black suits-“
>”Heard a scream, and were wondering what kinda weenie found his way in here.”
>Oh
>OH NO
>You weren’t as alone as you thought
>Snickering shapes surround you in the darkness
>This was easily the worst idea you’ve ever had
>You hyperventilate, trying not scream as you back up against the solid iron door
>Twitch growls at you
>”Open it.”
“W-What?! You just said-“
>”You want swirlies and wet willies until dawn? Open this stupid door. I’m the only one who can help you now.”
>One of the black suits laughs as you fumble in your pocket

>>30669796
>”Hahahaha! And how’s he going to do that, Twitch? You can’t do a thing, it’s not like he has-“
>You produce the key and hurriedly try to mash it into the hole
>”-THE KEY?!?”
>Suddenly hooves, claws, and hands grab hold of you all over, and the mean snickers turn to shouts and cries
>”No, don’t!”
>”Stop! You don’t understand what you’re doing!”
>”He’s even worse than we are!”
>”Swirlies aren’t even that bad, don’t be a baby! P-Please!”
>If they didn’t want him to get out they should’ve stayed in their rooms, the jerks!
>Here goes everything!
>An echoing click cuts through the noise
>The black suits scramble away, forming a nervous half-circle around the slowly opening door
>Even you, supposedly safe now, feel a pit of dread in your tummy as Twitch emerges from his cell to stand in the halo of his door light
>A spiky black mane that looks like it hasn’t been cut in ages flows over his shoulders, and his pineapple-yellow coat seems to gleam slightly in the bright light
>”My... /friend/ Hat Trick and I are going to have a chat. The rest of you may leave.”
>You hurriedly skitter to hide behind him as the other black suits begin muttering
>”We like chats. Who says we can’t stay and listen?”
>Twitch… well, twitches
>”I say so.”
>They start to edge closer
>Why are they coming closer?
>They can’t mean to-
>”Your one to our mob, Twitch.”
>The snickers begin to return, and you consider locking yourself in Twitch’s cell since he obviously doesn’t want it
>The yellow pegasus stallion just heaves a sigh
>”Argh, you dummies never learn! Fine. Try me.”
>A pony lunges into the light, pillow in hoof
>You aren’t quite sure what happens next
>Twitch rears, and his forelegs seem to just disappear!
>The attacking stallion’s face is surrounded by yellow blurs and his pillow flies off
>The owner himself isn’t too far behind, crying as he retreats

>>30669809
>You don’t even have time to register your confusion before another challenger pounces, a griffon this time
>He, too, is met with a pair of angry yellow blurs, his face getting slapped around hard before Twitch redirects him back into the shadows with a final whack
>You cower in the cell doorway, staring in awe as Twitch swats away every prisoner that challenges him
>After a few more smackings, the black suits stop coming, whimpering as they look uncertainly between one another
>Twitch makes their decision for them with a single growl
>”Scram.”
>With sobs and whines the black suits go away humbled, and you pick your jaw up off the floor

All I have for now. Life ad me down for a while, but I'll try to update more frequently.

>>30669816
I loved it, and I'd appreciate your presence more often, Phys. It's not the same when there's only 1-2 writefags around.

>>30669834
I'll try to be around. My daily life is starting to calm down, so I should be able to at least check in every day, if not lurk.

>>30669416
Obviously we are.
But atm I'm playing vidya, wait till monday and I'll start writing some juicy text.
Hopefully they give me wednesday.

So when do we get more officer Anon doling out punishments and rehabilitating all the mares?

IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

>>30670844

>Be officer Anonymous.
>You take law very, VERY seriously.
>Without law there is only chaos.
>You are out there everyday, patrolling those mean streets of neighborly and friendly pastel pygmy horses.
>Making sure society as we know it doesn't collapse.
>*Clank*
>You scowl at the sound.
"You there! Citizen!"
>The mare in question freezes in place
"Unlawful transporting of litter is a felony punishable up to 1 hour in time out."
>"P-Put officer! I only kicked the can!"
>You continue scowling.
>These perps and their street slang.
"Please officer, I was going to put it in the nearest bin, honest~, maybe if you let little old me get off just this once, I'll help get you "off" as well."
>She nuzzles your thigh, a little too close to your sausage.
>If you could scowl harder then your face would be permanently set to it, if it wasn't already.
"Unlawful transporting of litter, lying to an officer of THE LAW, attempted bribing of an officer of THE LAW, soliciting of illegal services as well as unlawful nuzzling of an officer of THE LAW, you're coming with me criminal!"

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>>30671040
>Policing is the only job anon was able to get in Equestria because of how relatively crime free it is
>A combination of being his only possible career choice and the fact that almost nothing worthwhile happens anon becomes Judge Dredd-tier fanatic who treats minor infractions as if he was dealing with a brutal murder
I love it

>>30671071
>He even made a Judge helmet and gun out of cardboard and foil.

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Arbitrator anon when?

>>30671071
>Has the highest arrest record.
>The commissioner of his precinct is always on his ass for being a loose cannon that brings in too much paperwork and makes everyone else look bad.
>Anon scowls disdainfully at how lazy everyone else is being.
>In comes a young mare straight out of the academy with the biggest crush on Anon and his respect for the law and his zealous duty.
>Anon isn't one to be bribed with sweet words or pastries, nor does he let ponies off after they just say they are sorry.
>She squees when she becomes his partner.
>She gets a taste of the brutal Canterlot streets after a particularly gruesome case of candy theft.
>She'd never forget the cries of the child.
>"This, this is why we are needed rookie, without us, the candy of babies remain unsafe."
>After months of being partners she thinks it's time.
>Spurred by her belief that Anon feels the same way, she embraces Anon and tells him everything.
>He remains silent, stoically scowling, but she knows he doesn't need to say anything. She knows what's in his heart.
>She kisses him, after months of wanting to do it.
>His lips are hard, and he doesn't move them, his scowl preventing it.
>Just like she imagined
>She's on cloud nine.
>She pulls back and looks at Anon with bedroom eyes.
>Anon finally opens his mouth
>"Unlawful carnal contact with an officer. Six months."

>>30671175
>"Unlawful carnal contact with an officer. Six months on the moon"

FTFY

>>30671040
>>30671175
These are some sweet-ass prompts, Anons.

>>30671175
>>30671196
>Anon often brings dozens of ponies to Princess Luna daily to get them sent to the moon
>Most their meetings are basically just hour long scowl-offs

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>>30671218
>Anons

So are there any greens about ,Anon being a criminal you guys recommend?

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I AM THE LAW!

>10

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Law-abiding Anon when?
>>30671236
>Hot F̶u̶z̶z Fluff
All of my yes.

>Anon is a cop
>Most of the rules he obeys are made by his own
>Whenever he sees something a pony shouldn't do, he scowls them
>Anon takes adventage of this by making the ponies do what they want with him

Whoa what the hell, was the vodka that strong that made me get various ideas or what

>>30673412
It was so strong you started speaking in tongues, breh.

>>30673412
>vodka
Write a pony gulag short.
>warden of the pony gulag is probably a big, thicc and strong mare
Anon's gonna get a hoof so far up his ass, he'd hear a clop whenever he talks, if he misbehaves.
T-that shouldn't turn me on so much.

>>30671175
Kek'd with a boner

Whose story was that it had a male warden that got riot against non-ponies and got half gay for Anon?

>>30673412
Where is lewd and clop?

>>30675914
In the minds of the writefags.

>>30675225
That's wand's story I think.

>>30673412
I would read a story about Anon getting his way with scowls.
>Ponies think he's just super angry about something and try to fix it.
>Misunderstandings make him scowl even harder.

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>>30675914
My stories tend to have lewd and/or sexuals. If you want, I could write something with a focus on sexy when I'm done with Anon in Tartarus Prison.

Anon: Serial Rapist

>>30678476
>Anon: Serial Boopist
FTFY
Poners are not for sexuals, they are for cuddles and boops.

>>30675914
Hmmm, it's been damn ago since I wrote something lewd.
>Cop Anon is having sex with a mare and she moans Anon's name as she cums
"Cumming before I do. 3 hours of spanking"
>"Oh Anon~"
"And 1 hour less of cuddling"
>"ANON NOOOOO!"

>>30680978
Okay, okay. I'll write something soon since this place is slow. Give me a bit.

>>30669766
Fuck you

>>30682082
>You’re the sheriff in these here parts. That makes you Anon.
>It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it. SomePONY didn’t, so it fell to you.
>You arrived in Ponyville to discover there wasn’t a single police officer in the entire place!
>Canterlot and the Princess’ castle had security. They had guards and prison cells and everything!
>You’d stayed there a single night when you’d first arrived, but that was all a misunderstanding.
>The moment the Princess had understood who you were and where you’d come from, she’d been happy to see you released and pardoned.
>In your communications with her, she’d become enamored and confused with your delightful explanation of the importance of law and justice.
>She’d even laughed at your explanations of how hard justice should be served.
>You liked her. She understood.
>She had shown you her royal guard, and you’d made some comments about how small and ineffectual such a force would be in the face of invasion, and especially in serving the public to keep the peace.
>How were they to police properly if they didn’t have proper bludgeoning weapons. Justice couldn’t be served if they all had spears.
>Justice shouldn’t be dealt with sharp weapons. They needed clubs.
>Justice had no friends. Only the law.
>She’d chuckled and nodded, with a hint of something else behind her eyes you hadn’t noticed.
>Eventually, after a lovely discussion of proper justice and law, she had sent you away from Canterlot as soon as possible.
>She wanted you to work under the local princess in this area; one Twilight Sparkle.
>Celestia had given you a sealed note to present, and a special badge made from sunlight or something. It was magical, and shone a little.
>You didn’t really care what it was. You were to be the law here in Ponyville, and Twilight was to be your superior.

>>30683282
>You arrived, and this Twilight Sparkle had been all smiles and good humor, but she hadn’t talked much about justice.
>Despite being Princess Celestia’s supposed protégé, she was quite lax in her applications of justice.
>Under her jurisdiction, Ponyville had no criminal justice system beyond herself, and the only law office was the town hall, overseen by one Mayor Mare.
>You’d marched away from the crystal castle and to the town hall, and asked Mayor Mare how she intended to keep the peace without local law enforcement.
>After her initial shock upon seeing a creature like you, she’d insisted there was no need for such a thing in Ponyville.
>Once they’d roused you from your faint, you’d presented your badge and with Twilight’s agreement, you’d been set up with a house of your very own that you intended to convert in the local criminal rehabilitation center.
>Twilight had her friend Rarity whip you up a police uniform as per your instructions, and you attached your magical badge to it with pride.
>You had made yourself a nice cudgel out of wood and twine so you could spin it on your wrist, and you were prepared to do your rounds.
>Ponies stared in a mixture of alarm and confusion over your first week. Not used to a giant thing such as yourself.
>They were intimidated, so you couldn’t blame them.
>Justice had no friends. You needed to be intimidating.
>You found it difficult though, with one particular pink pony.
>You’d met her when you went to get coffee and donuts.
>She was boisterous and loud, and supremely interested in getting to know all about you.
>You told her you were Anon. The new sheriff round these here parts.
>She didn’t really care that you were sheriff, but she made good donuts.
>You resolved to get donuts there more often.
>The law needed donuts.

>>30683286
There you go. More later when I can.

>>30683293
I love it, Anon as the stern sheriff. Can't wait to hear more from you.

>>30682306
???

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No one is above the law.

>>30680097
Full story. Please.

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>>30683286
I like it.
More when?

>>30684133
>???
Fuck him

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>>30684830
Only if Physics would let me.

Sometime, i really want to read clop and sex.

I mean... let talk about innocent lewd.

>>30685543
He won't. He's a massive faggot who will pretend to be your friend until he gets bored.

>>30683286
More faggot

>>30683286
>In your efforts to determine where the criminal element of Ponyville spent most of their time, you decided to set up a beat.
>The markets were an obvious first choice. Any pony that wanted to take up pick-pocketing would start there.
>You thought there was a flaw in your plan when you went and found out that most ponies were naked, but then you remembered breaking the law didn’t require pants.
>Ponies still wore saddlebags, and items on counters could still be stolen!
>You had a path set up by the end of the first day when Princess Twilight called you in to her castle.
>You marched through the sparkling halls in to the magical map where she and her friends regularly held congress.
>You stood at the far end of the table from her throne as stiff and upright as you could manage while she asked you about your day.
>”Anon, I understand you went to the markets today. How did you like it?”
“Frankly, Princess, I found the conditions deplorable. Items left loose on counters, ponies with their bit-pouches hanging loosely at their sides. Grounds ripe for criminal activity and you wouldn’t even know it.”
>The princess hemmed and hawed at your answer.
>”Did you talk to anypony at all?”
“No, Ma’am. An officer of the law must remain undistracted and unbiased at all times.”
>”Nopony at all? Well –“ she cleared her throat “– surely you need to… gather information from them?”
“The eyes and ears of justice are all I need, Ma’am.”
>”Alright. Well I hope you do a good job tomorrow. Would you like a guide for your first few days? I know of a pony who can help you find your way around town.
“No thank you, Ma’am. I need no distractions.”

>>30686771
>The Princess sighed and waved a hoof.
>”Very well then. Dismissed, Anon.
>You march out of the castle, which STILL has no prison cells. You needed to talk to her about that again.
>You’d brought it up the first time, and she’d brushed you off, but after she’d told you to wander about you’d looked for some and found NOTHING.
>Where were they supposed to keep criminals?
>Did Princess Twilight ‘deal’ with them somehow?
>She was magical, so you thought that would be pretty cool. You couldn’t wait to see what kind of awesome justice a magical pony could dish out.
>You marched around town once more, but despite keeping a shrewd eye peeled you saw nopony breaking the laws you were used to.
>As you made your way home you reminded yourself to ask Princess Twilight for a book about Ponyville law.
>Or maybe Mayor Mare.
>You needed to find out what was legal and not legal here. Stealing seemed a given no matter your location, but jaywalking was hard to punish if you didn’t know where the streets were.
>You arrive at Ponyville Penitentiary, as you had taken to calling it.
>It was small, and cozy, but you figured you could fit up to six ponies in one of the rooms here if you converted it into a cell. You could reinforce the wooden walls with iron or stone. Remove the plush feather-down bed and put in a couple benches, and replace the door with a metal one that locked from the outside.
>It wasn’t much to work with, and there was a long road ahead of you yet, but you could do it. This land would no longer be lawless!
>After you got some sleep.
>You pull off your shiny badge Celestia gave you and crawl into bed. Sleeping without a blanket.
>An officer of the law had to be ready to sleep when it was available.

>>30686782
Looking good, Anon. Consider a namefag to go with your writing though.

>>30686782
A great first few posts, Anon! I hope it will continue.

>>30688408
I will do my best.

>>30686782
Just so you know, there's a bunch of people silently lurking who have no idea how to give decent feedback. I'm one if them. Good story or something do moar.

>>30686782
Anon being THE LAW is fine and everything but this is starting take a bit too long.
You should introduce some action soon, whether catching an honest-to-Celestia criminal or Twilight handing out a f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶h̶i̶p̶ ̶l̶e̶s̶s̶o̶n disciplinary action, even moving forward with the "Ponyville Penitentiary" idea will do.

>>30690309
It's been literally four posts. Chill.

>>30690607
Just trying to provide some criticism s'all.

>>30690607
This.

>Police

>>30691900
>implying you wouldn't want to be arrested by the ponice

>>30691900
Respect the law and it'll respect you.

You know what I'd love to read? Anon becoming a cybernetically enhanced weapon for anti-terrorism in a dystopian pony future. Or something along those lines.

>Be Anon, ponies fear you.
>You're engineered to destroy the Equestrian Rebels.
>They've made you so your enhancements will give you a paralyzing shock if you refuse your duties.
>But they didn't have the heart to take away your consciousness.
>You hate destroying cute ponies, enemy or not, but there's only so much you can do.

>>30692744
What's the punishment for disrespectin' the law?
Lashes? Prison time? boops?

>>30693799
>rape

>>30693799
>>30693905
You violate the law and it violates you.

>>30692787
A bit dark for our thread, but if someone can do it well I'd read it. Don't think I'd write it though.

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Ay sorry for the non-words from me this week, busy with work and vidya distracts the hell out of me.
I promise on Physics and Suturu's Internet that I'm gonna update this time.
I SWEAR ON THEIR ISP'S!

>Once again, you’re Anon. You feel like you were drugged to sleep, and your limbs feel excessively heavy.
>But you manage to get up despite your blurred vision.
>And you notice that Lovestruck fell asleep beside you.
>Taking care not to wake her, you move her to a more comfortable position and walk towards the head of Kruhkan, your new dragon ally.
>Who seems to be resting his chin on his claws.
“Hey there, how long was I asleep?”
>He groans.
>”I’m not pleased with your overly casual demeanor towards me. You were asleep for about 3 hours.”
>He says matter-of-factly
“Oh, I meant nothing rude by it. I’d just like to be your friend. I’ve always thought dragons were cool.”
>He lightens up at your gesture with echoing laughter.
>”Hahaha! You continue to surprise me, human. I’ll accept your friendship.”

>>30696360
>In response to the loud laughter, you see a drowsy Lovestruck hobbling over to you.
>”Are you okay, Anon? I was really worried.”
>You give her a gentle, comforting scratch behind the ears. She nearly purrs.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Still kinda exhausted though, maybe we should head back?”
>She stammers out of her sleepiness.
>”A-anon, what are you saying?! We can’t go back! The guards will probably attack you on sight!”
“You might be right. But you know… I think if we apologize, they might just forgive us. They’re far too lenient here.”
>She opens her mouth to question it, but she just agrees instead.
>”Well, it’s your call. You’re the reason why I’m able to fight for my life once again. I gave up on my dreams until you came, after all.”
>You give her a quick peck on the cheek, and face Kruhkan with formality.
“I shall take my leave. I’ll be back here soon.”
>”Worry not, human. But do not forget, Celestia knows where the key lies.”
>”And do be careful, the guards are waiting at the end of the tunnel. I can hear them shuffling their hooves impatiently.”
>”You’ve got great hearing. Farewell, Kruhkan.”
>You casually wave at him, and pick up the pony to put her on your shoulders again.
>”A-anon! Again?”
“Hey, I like you being this close, okay?”
>She relaxes and rests her head on yours.
>”Okay.”

>>30696363
>You make your way through the tunnel at a relaxed pace.
>Lovestruck is slightly tugging at your black and white prison outfit with quiet sounds of sleeping. She must be exhausted from the whole ordeal.
>The torches that light the path lightly crackle, creating a relaxing ambience while you walk.
>You’re surprised at yourself since coming here. Something about this world compels you to become friends with others.
>The only person you felt was mean to you so far was the Princesses, ironically.
>Your thoughts quiet as you see the horse of guards stationed to the entrance.
>As you get closer, you can see the fear in their eyes.
>You’re finally close enough, and they begin backing away slowly, afraid of you.
“I am sorry for causing trouble for you all. Do you mind if I just go back to my cell?”
>One pony with a red-star on his uniform, contrasting with all the others’ blue stars, steps forward.
>He doesn’t appear the least bit afraid.
>”Inmate, that would be wise. I appreciate your being cooperative.”
“If I may ask, why is everyone so scared?”
>Even she shudders before coughing into his hoof, and answering.
>”You’re the first critter I’ve ever seen go into that tunnel. Naturally, that’s intimidating to some of the guards here.
>You mean all the guards, even yourself.
>You keep that bit to yourself, with a smile.
“So, nobody’s ever tried to reconcile with the dragon here? I’m a little disappointed, he’s actually more friendly then you take him for. Provided you don’t get on his bad side.”
>The guards merely look at one another and whisper conspiratorially.
>You take the initiative and seemly walk around them.
“I’m headed back to my cell. Goodnight, guardsponies.”

>>30696366
>The simply let you go through and you make your way to your cell.
>You’re grateful to them for not having to fight your way through.
>Lovestruck snoozes peacefully on your head as you continue through the dimly lit cave.
>Something strikes you as odd returning to the Great Chamber though.
>You only could tell when you reached it, but there are fireflies gently lighting the moonlit circle.
>The moss glows a gentle blue near the stream.
>But what captivates you the most as you approach the intersection are the trees with the magnificent pink blossoms radiate with pale light.
>It reflects off the blue leaves and the white branches of the brush trees littered about the area.
>You don’t notice the creature approach from the right path, until he speaks in a familiar, harsh voice.
>”I’m absolutely livid that you’d show your stupid mug around here.”
>Though the light is dim, you could tell it was Garble by his stature and expression.
“Why are you angry with me, exactly?”
>He just laughs in a low, almost inaudible cackle.
“You’re not going to leave.”
>He turns around and walks off, leaving those words in the air.

Whelp, I apologize for being slow on the update. I've had my mind pre-occupied with college.

I'm going to update my Pastebin soon, as well.

>>30695702
Please no
>>30696369
I feel your pain. Just keep working at it when you can.

>>30686782
>You awoke the next morning to the sweet smell of justice.
>It took a bit for it to percolate, and you had to admit that horses were really bad at making coffee.
>You tossed out the remainder, put on your belt, and walked to Sugarcube Corner to see if their coffee was any better.
>You didn’t have any donuts anyway, so this would kill two birds with one stone.
>If you were going to be an officer of the law, you had to look the part, and that included acting the part.
>The excitable pink pony from before greeted you and took your order.
>”I heard from my friend Twilight that you’re an ‘Officer of the Law!’ is that true?”
>She said it with a gravelly voice, and if it had come from any other creature you might have assumed she was mocking you.
>She just looked too happy to assume she was saying it that way maliciously.
“It is true. I’m here in Ponyville to create and operate a criminal justice system! We can’t have crime run rampant any longer!”
>The pink horse giggled.
>”We haven’t had any crime for a long time. At least, that’s been reported.”
>She gasped.
>”Does that mean the criminals are SO GOOD that they’re an underground cabal of misfits that blend in with the rest of society!?”
>You nod solemnly.
>”AAAAAHHHHH! Crime everywhere!”
>She disappeared into the kitchen and you heard pots and pans banging, followed by a *POOF* and a cloud of white spilling out the kitchen door.
>You finished your coffee and donut.
>Panic was already spreading about the crime here in Ponyville.
>You shook your head and left the store to walk your beat.
>You’d protect these innocent ponies with your life!
>Your patrol was quiet.
>You jumped at seeing three foals zip by on a scooter pulling a wagon.
>They were wearing helmets, so no faults there.

>>30697598
>You still didn’t know how jaywalking worked, though. The roads were nebulous, and there weren’t enough wagons here to verify where the roads were.
>That reminded you, you needed to see Mayor Mare and the Princess about those books on Equestrian Law.
>You sauntered down to the Mayor’s office and waited patiently for her to see you.
>”Welcome, Anonymous, I understand you had questions?” Mayor Mare said.
“Yes, I needed to know if there were books or documents I could read about Equestrian Law. A lot seems similar to my world, but I need to know the rules like the back of my hand if I’m to properly enforce them.”
>”Well I would love to help you out, unfortunately, Princess Twilight has taken all our documents and books to her castle.”
“Really? When?”
>”Just today, actually. Not long before you arrived.”
“Oh! I was going to visit her anyway. Thank you.”
>”Good luck, officer Anon,” she chuckled.
>You marched down to the Princess’ castle and pounded on the door. You were admitted by Spike who brought you into a waiting room while the Princess prepared to meet you.
>When she finally called you in, you entered her study to see books and scrolls of all sorts lying on her desk and next to it.
>”Welcome Anon. I figured you would be interested in making sure you’re following all our laws properly, so I took the liberty of acquiring the documents I believe you should read.”
>You smile wide, happy that she’s taking this so seriously.
“I was coming to ask you about this specifically, Princess. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
>”However, there is one thing I think would benefit you and your own safety. You’re concerned about us ponies so much, but what if you’re outnumbered in a fight? To that end, I am going to assign you a partner.”

>>30686782
I'd find this story hilarious if it was about Anon being all about "muh law & authority" but since he is in Ponyville, nothing happens.
Everything can happen from that point


Also, despite the busy shit I have at work, I'm writing a bit.
Still posting once I get to my home tho.

Boop in butt

>>30699113

>>30698165
We're still only six posts in. Keep your shirts on. You can eat dessert before the main course, but if all you eat is dessert, it starts to taste like shit.

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>>30700414
Sorry to break it to you but the writefag will never suck you off for being his white knight in shining armor, valiantly defending each and every thing that comes from him.
And if you are that writefag - learn to accept criticism you whiny faggot. Not everything's a personal attack you tremendous assburger.

>>30701357
I am that writefag, and I'm wondering exactly what you all want, because it sounds like you want action, immediately and instantly.

You're bored, I guess?
Bored that there's a setup time to your entertainment? Bored that Anon is getting settled and talking to ponies?
Is that it? Are you bored? Because yes, barely anything has happened because it's been such a brief amount of time. It being a greentext environment, I suppose I shouldn't expect much else, but is that it? Are you bored?
Articulate your complaint better, because all I'm understanding from it so far is that you're impatient.

>>30701357
He's right though, it's only 6 posts. Ever heard of this thing called buildup? Why do so many autists nowadays expect a story to immediately start off with action?

The only thing keeping you from being a colossal fucktard is his posting rate. Because each update is short and the frequency is low, it looks worse than it actually is.

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>>30701424
>>30701448
>it sounds like you want action, immediately and instantly
Not quite. It's just that you are maybe taking a bit too long to establish the setting and it's starting to drag. There is a balance to maintain between action and more "peaceful" time.
Even the most intense action becomes a blur at some point and long stretches of time with not much happening become boring.

The new partner shenanigans would probably resolve the "taking too long to get to action" issue though.

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>>30671040
>>30671071
>>30671175
I like the idea of Judge Anon. I tried to make a short green, hope it isn't too bad

>Another day patrolling the urban decay of East Canterlot
>You're Judge Anon, and you're on your standard patrol down the night streets
>Control reports state the gang violence in this area has spiked over the past few months, with crime at an all time high
>With the loose grip the force has on the city, the bad neighborhoods have really fallen apart
>Littering, J-walking, parking carts on the curb, you name it
>A couple weeks ago there was even a report of a silly string attack
>That's why they put you on patrol here
>The cool night keeps you comfortable under your heavy nylon uniform
>The custom chest plate weighs down on your shoulders, but you know first hand why you wear it
>The nights goes on as normal with you passing all the closed down storefronts you’ve become accustomed to
>Passing under one of the many streetlights, you're alerted to the shadows by the clatter of trash cans
>It came from a dark alley directly to your left, though the light falls away too fast for you to see the source of the sound
>Spooky
>Drawing your lawgiver pistol, you step into the dark with little hesitation
>Walking down the center of the wide alley, you keep your eyes trained on the trash cans flanking you
>You announce into the darkness:
"Citizens of Equestria, this is Judge Anon. Being out on the streets past curfew is a class two misdemeanor. Reveal yourselves immediately for detainment and return to your homes."
>The piercing scowl spread across your face never fails to intimidate the less hardened perps
>Hell, it usually makes the other judges fold like a deck of cards
>Another clash of the tin cans alerts you further to the offender's location
>The perp seems to be just a few steps ahead behind a green dumpster
>The noise is followed by faint hushes between a couple younger sounding ponies

>>30701869
>two youth can’t be doing any good out here this late
"Failure to comply with the direct orders of a Judge will result in three hours in the iso-cubes. Come out NOW."
>Silence
>These scum will learn today
>You turn the corner to see faintly in the shadow two scrawny earth ponies looking at you with a glare that screams hate and contempt
>They’re coats and manes all vary in shades of brown
>Possibly like that naturally, or more likely just covered in filth
>You point the gun to their hooves and tell them more sternly
“Last chance. Get up, now.”
>The two colts, both looking fresh out of highschool, start getting up slowly but surely
>Just as the pony nearer to the front gets on his hooves, the one further back pulls out a flashlight from his pack and turns it right to your face
>The motion was so fast, it caught you off guard that he could even move like that
>The sudden bright light stings your eyes, and causes you to take a step back and stumble on a can
>You fall to a knee to keep your balance as the light closes in right to your face
>The government has been cracking down on flashlights over regulation brightness, so this assailant must be heavily involved with the smuggling this city has been seeing recently
>You know as well as anyone these things are dangerous, you’ve seen perps hit by light that intense from other Judges
>Some take three, maybe five minute to have their’s eyes adjust back to the dim light at these times of the night
>Sickening
>The soreness in your pupils may have been enough to keep down any other judge with the perps run off into the night, but you can adjust to these lights within a few seconds
>As you rub you eyes to see once again, the two perps brush past you, retreating further into the alley
>you call out loud:
“Hotshot!”

>>30701872
>Your lawgiver sidearm responds with the series of beeps, alerting you it’s ready to go
>You fire three squirts in rapid succession, hitting the first pony with three streams of hot water
>The water won’t burn him; Judges aren’t barbaric after all, but it’ll be an uncomfortable surprise to him for sure
>As the warm water hits once on his back, then twice more on his back left leg, he screams in shock and goes down into a trash pile
>Your training kicks in and you speak into your wrist:
“Judge to control, I need a paramedic to my location. Got a perp in need of an emergency bath. Second perp fleeing the scene, I’m in pursuit.”
>”Judge Anon, we’ve got an ambulance and cage cart on route. Do you need backup?”
“No.”
>As your sight finishes it’s adjustment back to the dark, you take off in pursuit of the flashlight wielding criminal
>A quick glance down at you first target reveal he’s not going anywhere
>A boo boo on his forehoof is going to keep him out of action for days
>That’s the price for civil disobedience
>Continuing around the alley corner, you see the pony you’re after galloping across the street
>He didn’t even look both ways first
>You make note to add public endangerment onto his growing list of crimes as you make pursuit
>He heads into a new alley, shoulder checking nearby trash bins onto their side in order to create a roadblock for you
>Luckily the height difference you have on the ponies in this land allows you to easily hurdle over them and gain significant ground on the perp
>He hangs a quick left around the side of a building, only to run straight into the chainlink fence blocking his only exit
>He whips around looking for an escape, only to face off with the barrel of your gun

>>30701877
>Standing about ten feet apart you speak calmly to him:
“Your crimes include staying out past curfew, possession of a prohibited weapon, assault of a judge, resisting arrest, endangering the public, vandalism and littering. The sentence is four whole days in the iso-cubes and a public apology to the ponies of Canterlot”
>”I’m not going back!” the young stallion yells back, desperation creeping into his voice
>He holds the now off flashlight up, pointing it at your face once more
>”I-I’ll do it,” he stutters “don’t make me...”
>With a sigh of annoyance you mutter quietly to yourself
“Pepper.”
>”W-What was that?” the colt inquires, lowering the flashlight ever so slightly out of confusion
>Almost as though it were answering his question, your lawgiver beeps three times letting you know it’s prepped
>You quickly take aim and pop off a round right at the kid’s face
>The gun sends a shotgun blast of ground pepper at the perp, filling his mouth, nose, and even eyes with the spicy condiment
>His screams of agony echo through the alley as his eyes well up and he falls to his knees
>They never want to go down easy
>The scene must’ve woken the locals, as the lights from apartments above turn on out of curiosity
>With the threat neutralized, you holster your weapon and approach the downed pony
>Gently picking him up you carry him back to the alley where you first made the call
>Sure enough, there’s the first colt laying in the garbage with his scraped knee
>The image before you would scar lesser individuals

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>>30701880
>The sirens faintly heard from blocks away slowly grow in volume, zeroing in on your location
>You report back to control, letting them know the second perp was successfully neutralized and was in need of treatment including hugs
>Hugs were the medic’s job though; you’ve done your part in keeping the streets clean
>Giving a quick rundown on the crimes and sentences to control, you then sit tight without a word
>Hearing the two ponies moan in agony from the injuries they have as well as the sentences they’re going to complete only causes you to deepen your frown
>Happiness isn’t for a man who sees and deals with this side of society every day
>As the police cart and the ambulance pull up to the scene, a quick dismissal from the staff is all you need before you take off back down the street you started on
>Same familiar streets, same orange incandescent light flooding the curb
>Same city in need of authority
>In need of the law

>>30701882
My god, it's beautiful. I seriously cannot wait to hear more from you. Anon's law enforcement here is legendary.

>>30701882
I forgot to reply to this post since I was reading it in the public bus towards work.
This was 10/10 worth reading, I hope we get more from you, Law Anon!

Also I'm... starting to fall asleep in my job so I don't think I'll be able to write for now.

>>30701882
Loved it. Do more if inspiration strikes again.

Analgasm force of fury not but into more does?

>>30701882
Fucking quality.

>>30703892
What?

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>>30701882
holy crap this was good
you captured judge anon very well

>>30697602
I would like this to continue.
>>30701882
It wasn't bad at all, Anon.

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>>30702530
>>30702853
>>30703141
>>30705313
>>30706456
>>30707169
Aw shucks... Thanks guys.

Page ten emergency bump!

>>30668234
>#1
What the fuck?

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>>30709495
Prison Pone went up to #53 in numbered threads. We have started a new series called Law and Anon in order to broaden the spectrum of stories and attract new writers and readers.

>>30709484

>>30711595

まだ抱擁が必要な刑務所にポニーがありますか?

>>30713041

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Trying to write and not falling asleep
I'll try to deliver at least half update before I sleep

>>30713149
NANI?!
>>30714956
Boi you best get yo non-delivering ass in here and throw up some goddamn text

Previously: https://pastebin.com/RLddNLYj

Be Anon
>Be playing-
>Oh sorry.
>Be dueling against the terrorists for the liberty of Nighty Veil.
>Also so they don’t take Shorty away.
>You can’t imagine Shorty with the terrorists, not even wearing their clothes.
>Maybe black underwear.
>Ehh, back on the topic...
>So, now you joined the guards, despite the complaints of the tiny terrorist cyborg, you still went for it and helped your friends and guards from the prison.
>Man, you wish you watched that soccer game… or as they probably call it, hoofball. Watching the whole game would have been perfect so you could take notes of which are the ponies that you need to be careful about.
>But it seems that the only one that was dangerous was that edgy red and black fuck cyborg that SOMEHOW is cheating.
>Must be the suit.
>So next game was in and you joined in, despite the complaints of the unknown midget pony, you played the mighty and stealthy game that they called search and destroy.
>…Practically hide and seek.
>It is quite the challenge because the rules were that we could hide only in the desert, which is… damn hard to hide since there are many open spots unless you try to hide under the sand.
>And well, since the terrorists won the previous round, they choose to search us first.
>They were so confident of the previous victory that they made it so that, if they did find us in less than five minutes, they win the round by default.
>And you were okay with that, as risky as it sounded and despite all the guards and Shorty gasped at you… you had an ace under your sleeve.
>As the genius monkey that you are, you had the greatest idea and tried it as fast as you could, once the game was begun. The guards quickly found hiding spots around the area, Short Fuse tried to hide behind a palm.

>>30715907

>…He was quickly found by the tiny terrorist.
>One by one every guard was found by him… all except you who stayed hidden in the most and easiest spot to hide.
>And where you might ask? Well… in no other place than… in front of everyone. Quite the surprise, right?
>If you can’t see them, they can’t see you.
>You only have your hands covering your face as if you weren’t there. When someone came in close, all you had to say is “I’m not here” and they, as the silly ponies that they were, obeyed and went away to search somewhere else.
>Since you were the last one and there was the five minutes time limit, they got pretty desperate… mostly the little cyborg terrorist that was jumping around, hoping he could find you.
>”WHERE. IN. TARTARUS. ARE. YOUUUU!?” You look through a tiny gap between your fingers as the little terrorist jumped around and was smashing the sand around, trying to dig a hole probably.
>Various ponies coughed from the sand he was raising, mostly terrorists.
>No matter how cheater this horse was, you have your own outstanding mastery of ninja hiding! Bullshitery no Jutsu!
>…That was the most weaboo you’ll ever get.
>That was, until he stepped closer to you, silently staring at where you were. You could see through a part of your hand that you had uncovered a bit, the pony was just standing there, menacing… and then the surprise went full when his helmet suddenly covered his muzzle, hiding his expression.
>As if it scanned something, the helmet went to normal again and with an “Aha!” the pony pointed to your direction.
>”I found you!” He screamed in victory while pointing at you.
>So the helmet is the way he cheats… interesting.
>Well, no matter how he discovered your spot… you ain’t blowing your cover just for that.
>It’s time to see how stubborn this tiny pony is.
“I’m not here.” You normally say, as if it wasn’t that much of a deal.
>”LIES!” The tiny terrorist poked you on the legs. “I CAN SENSE YOU! STOP LYING!”

>>30715933

"Nope, I'm not here."
>The tiny terrorist started whining in front of you as you rejected that you were indeed, in front of him.
>"You are here! You just spoke to me!"
[Silent Anon responses]
>He looked from left to right and appeared to be confused for a bit.
>"Where did you- AGH!" He once again put on his helmet and scanned the same spot you were in, it did a tiny 'beep' sound. "YOU ARE THERE! STOP LYING AND SPEAK ONCE AGAIN!"
>Pfft, did you fool him for a second there by not speaking? These ponies man... you need to play against them often so you can get some laughs.
>The tiny terrorist called for a set of terrorist partners and pointed at your spot while jumping a bit… just like a kid would call for something he just found and want his parents to notice.
>Is this terrorist even a grown terrorist? Or was he a colt? …if that’s the case, is there the probability that this is...
>...nah, it can’t be.
>”There he is! Right in front of us! Can’t you see him!? CAN'T YOU?!”
>Even if they stared at you, would they believe him if you said you weren’t there?
>Welp, only one way to find out!
“He’s lying, I’m not here. I am but an illusion of the desert that is playing with your pony heads.” You take a pause before continuing speaking. “Also the red helmet pony thinks you two are butts and that you should wear more red.”
>”…” The terrorists stared at where he was pointing and then accepted it as nothing.
>“See? There is nothing there… also, we are never using black clothes under this sun, it will just exhaust us... despite Musul Mare using it.”
>”And we aren’t butts, we are ponies! Do you need glasses or what?”
>This, of course, made the tiny terrorist anger than he was before finding you.
>”ASHDJHASJ YOU PONIES ARE BLIND!?”
>Yeah they aren’t blind, just silly like the rest.

>>30715999
Checked

>”Well I’m colorblind…” The left terrorist says while looking down in shame while his partner pats his back.
>”Oh… I’m sorry” The tiny terrorist came closer to the terrorist with an apologize, moments before yelling at him. “NOT! Now go back at finding that astro monkey!”
>Now that’s just rude.
>You don’t care he called you astro monkey, you’ve heard better nicknames. You’re just angry that this faggot didn’t apologize at the colorblind terrorist.
>You are going to kick his ass.
>LITERALLY!
“Hya!”
*Heavy steel bump noise*
"SON OF A-"
>You hold on your pain before you give away your spot.
>…G-Good thing you have your hands still on your face… because… that fucking butt is made out of steel…! Your feet fucking hurts from that kick! If something, your foot just discovered a new type of pain! Ouch!
>That’s gonna sting in the morning.
>”HEY! WHO KICKED ME!?” The tiny terrorist looked behind you, at where you were at. “I KNOW YOU’RE THERE! DON’T TAKE US AS FOOLS! …OR ME AT LEAST!!”
>Oh you will. This faggot better prepare for the shame of his life!
>The tiny terrorist, angered about the whole situation of his helmet not helping him to find you, turned around and took a step towards the two terrorist ponies.
>Not before you left him a surprise.
"Pffft." The moment he takes the step, you make the noise of a fart with your tongue.
>The two terrorist ponies looked at the tiny terrorist with expressions of surprise.
>"What are you two fools looking at?"
"Pfffft"
>The left ear of the tiny terrorist perked up as if noticing the noise you made.

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>>30716046

>"Uhhh... look, I know we're terrorist and we do various bad things... but if you're feeling like... like..."
>"Taking one for the team?" The other terrorist continued speaking.
>The tiny terrorist was confused by this, he didn't know what they were talking about... this was great.
>"What are you two talking a-"
>Aaaand before he finishes speaking, you make another fart noise.
"Pfft."
>"Oh my." One terrorist said. "Maybe you're feeling bad?"
"Pffft"
>The tiny terrorist again turned around to face you, and as he did his fashion turn, you did another fart noise.
>This one was big.
"Pfffffffffft"
>"Okay, we're leaving... time limit's over anyway..."
>They started slowly to walk backward away from the tiny terrorist who not only was confused but now anger filled with confusion.
>"YOU TWO GET BACK-"
>Now each time he spoke, you tried to make more fart noises.
>"...IT'S NOT FUNNY!"
"Pfft pfft pffffft!"
>"AAAAGH!"
"Pfffffft!"
>He was totally losing his mind now that he knew you were "somehow" making fart noises.
>"STOP IT!"
>Oh ho ho, you won't yet.
"Pfft pft!"
>It seemed like the crowd was taking notice about what was happening here and they were hearing the whole tantrum the tiny terrorist was having.
>One by one they were murmuring words about how the tiny terrorist needed to go to the bathroom.
>Others about how that suit must stink now.
>Even the guards were worried about him! Haha!

_
And that's a bit of what I'll post for now. More tomorrow, if work lets me.
It sure is good to write at work having hours to spare since I don't do shit in the morning 'till 9-11 a.m, but still, I need motivation and work sometimes blows it up.

Update may be edited, even more if you guys point some mistakes, ya big grammar nazis
Pic totally unrelated.

>>30716116
It was bueno, my dude. I'll give it another look when I'm less tired, but everything seems in order.

>>30717000
Hey Physics

Write something pls

>>30717000
Checked and thank ya
I know you won't but I don't care anyway, I lost my fucks for caring of grammar

>>30713149
Yes, there are plenty.

>>30718475
Ay fuck you mane, I actually came through this time.
>>30715907
In this post, you have some weird tense changes. And one tiny word choice issue.
>They were so confident of the previous victory that they made it so that, if they did find us in less than five minutes, they win the round by default.
You shouldn't use the word "us" there since Anon's perspective is in the 2nd person and he isn't saying this stuff out loud. Additionally, use "chose" instead of "choose" here: >And well, since the terrorists won the previous round, they choose to search us first.
Same thing with the "us" in that sentence too.
>>30718284
I'm working on it Anon. The next update is already started.

>>30719601
Got it.
Still gonna fuck it more in future updates

>>30719707
I'll do my best to unfuck it. Just for you.

>>30719851
Just for that, I'm posting the pastebin update in the Discord channel and wait for someone to read it and tell me if it's good to go then.

>9

9 isn't fine
>>30719886
I-I'll get to it

>>30722691

>>30724981

>10

>>30722691

>>30727864

Monday a slow day.

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Okay, this time I already have a good schedule to write and sort my time playing vidya.
Like I said before, I'll post the pastebin in the Discord chat so I get at least some proof reading before posting.
My goal is at least to post 1k daily of greentext.
LETSDODIS

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Sorry guys. I know I should be writing more too. I haven't been feeling the creative vibe, but I know I shouldn't force it either. My best work comes when I'm feeling inspired to.

If you can do a better job with it, I'd like this to be the next OP. My paintshop skills are bad, m'kay?

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>>30716116
>last part
My sides.
Anon should apologize when the whole edgelord terrorist thing is over.

>>30722691

>>30734687