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Reporting. Lurking.

Might write today, who knows.

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Reporting in. Hope I can post some more tonight.

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Or not.
Don't mind me, just kinda holdin' up the heavens N' stuff.

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Reportan'!

>try posting first section of first champter
>4chan thinks it's spam

FUCK

What am I doing wrong?

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motherfuckers

>>2558985
change pony to p0ny

>>2558985

You may need to replace "pony" with "p0ny"

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>>2558865
Resting and writing.

>>2558985
take any variation of pony and replace it with p0ny

>>2558990
Aww...someone a little booty bothered

I still read your stuff, even if you are slower than sex with a mormon

>>2558999
GET IN ZEE SKYPE

>>2558993
>>2558997
>>2559000

Feeling pretty stupid, here I was thinking there was just a wordfilter or something.

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Heyyyyyyy. Still no second half of TotT 8 tonight but I'm writing until I pass out.

>>2559017
MY NET'S ALSO SLOWER THAN SEX WITH A MORMON

>you are anon
>you're in your late thirties
>wizard status: achieved
>it's not what the internet said it would be, you're not really a wizard
>just another guy with no fucks to give
>you're at your day job, fiddling with a sensor on some dead planet
>yep
>you're a fucking astronaut
>well not really, you're an explorer
>its a few years in the future and we’ve developed a travel system called the Variable Possibility device
>it doesn't actually transport you anywhere
>it allows you to travel to another reality, along the theorem of quantum superposition, where everything has a wave equivalent and only when it is observed does it collapse into what we normally see as reality
>in any case the variable possibility devices have nothing to do with this, as they operate on physics so complex that the explanation above pretty much doesn't apply, but it's as close and as dumbed down as it's gonna get

>>2559037
Hoofer Reed is on his way

Still here

>>2559009
uh... thanks... i think.
my booty is perfectly happy thank you very much

>>2559041
>you don't really understand how it works
>but what you do know is that it lets you travel into what can be layman’s termed as a parallel universe
>and there are trillions and trillions and trillions
>VPT is getting more or less commonplace, it's been around for a few years and parallel realities have become a fruitful endeavor
>you used to be a machinist before the VPT
>that got boring
>you became an electrical engineer, dabbled with programming and picked up some fun math and physics along the way
>your background made you an ideal candidate for a tekkie at the leading VPT center
>you trade long hours and really harsh work conditions for trips to exciting new worlds filled with awesome things
>or so they said

>>2559056
>really you just fix busted radios on dead parallel universe planet-earths
>the VPT still hasn't encountered a planet "earth" with life, or even traces of life
>we may not be having sex with female versions of ourselves, but everyone is making a killing on resources easily attained through parallel earths
>so here you are
>bored as fuck
>it's really hot, probably nearing 80 degrees Celsius
>no shade
>your suit is keeping you alive, thankfully, but it’s still really hot
>looking at this fried relay for a VPT bubble emitter
>bubble emitters are what carry people and stuff back and forth through realities, and the main one looks a little fucked
>oh well
>you boot up the spare
>shoddy fucking thing
>you grab your gear and engage the spare
>fucking thing takes forever to charge up
>whiny capacitors scream as they slowly build up the 1.21 gigawatts needed to punch physics in the face

>>2559065
>it fizzes out and an alarm beeps
>fucking fuck, what the fuck is wrong now, stupid fucking shit
>oh right, forgot to turn the dial to "fuck off" and press the "suck my dick button"
>you hit reset, do a quick diagnostic, find out you forgot to close a battery cover, swear some more (at yourself this time, it works fine if you don't forget that stupid little battery cover) and hit engage
>you aren't really mad, you just have a foul mouth
>maybe a little annoyed, but you rarely get mad
>the trip home is uneventful
>thunderclap sound
>flash of light
>it's already over, you stand on some sand carried over from the dead earth, #2263289 or whatever the fuck they named it
>default contamination protocol activates
>herewego.avi
>you're almost cooked inside your suit, again, being hosed down by the most violent jets of hot anti-everything known to man
>from shit that was downright poisonous to solvents and antibacterial
>ten minutes of being hosed down by an automated system
>when it's finally over, you go through another, thankfully gentler shower without your almost-space suit
>then a debrief

>>2559072
>more paperwork
>wishing you were home so you could rage fap to some really weird hentai
>why the fuck do you work here again?
>the pay isn't bad
>but you sit back and remember
>you remember what you've seen growing up
>what you've seen working here
>what you might see
>hell, what you've already seen is enough
>the reason why all the planets are dead, well the ones humanity has set foot on anyhow, is that every parallel universe somehow works a tiny bit differently than the last, and it takes specific physics on both the large and small scale for planets to form and then life to form
>a lot of the universes didn't have planets
>or stars
>just void
>good thing they send probes through first
>your suit may be air tight, but it’s really not made for the void of space
>it's armored and made to isolate you from any possible contagion, armor is simply there so you don't rip the airtight suit brushing up against a rock or something

>>2559078
>has some cool features
>but it wasn't made for vacuum
>you'd vent atmosphere very fast through your filters and die
>suit has no air, just very good filters
>the suit was mandatory until the bio-kit and samples confirmed that it was a dead planet
>that thing always takes a couple days but “OH NO ANON WE NEED DAT SURVEY RITE NAO AND GO FIX SHIT TOO”
>once it was done analyzing the planet’s ecosystem and samples, it would determine if it was safe to take off the suit
>one alien enough strain of virus or bacteria could kill everyone, not a chance anyone would take
>anyhow the fun thing about the times that the universe actually had something like earth on the other side was the view, amongst other things of course
>a little fraction of a percentage difference in the gravitational constant of the universe, as an example, could have unimaginable results
>you've seen the sky lit up, as if it were on fire
>every star screaming
>every nebula was burning
>thing like that made it worthy
>sure, that universe was a few million years away from flaming itself into a cold, dead universe, but while you were there, it made it all worth it
>some men just want to watch the universe burn

>>2559084
>they limited exposure to an hour
>they'd pulled you out before the radiation had time to cook you inside your suit when you'd been watching the skies for two
>you wake up out of your reverie. That memory ended with a chewing out and unpleasant treatments for minor rad poisoning
>right, you're still on the clock
>better stroke the servos the right way to please the machine spirit and get this thing fixed
>you turn on some sensors in your hands
>implants were getting more commonplace, these days
>you had a lot of them
>a lot of people were against it
>quite a few still are
>having been unable to give any fucks whatsoever, you had started sticking metal bits in you as soon as you could
>most weren't visible, some were strapped to you
>you had your left eye taken out, however
>what replaced it was larger, fit over where the eye was, and filled the socket
>had a variety of lenses, one large with a handful of small ones
>implant in your hand booted up

>>2559088
>it allowed you to feel electric currents, you were able to tell potential charges, voltage, amps and stuff just by getting your fingers near whatever you wanted to “analyze”
>you had it off most of the time, it was distracting when you were playing videogames and stuff
>you quickly find the problem
>that sensor is handy as fuck
>you start replacing the burnt out capacitor
>you start your playlist, the implant feeds music directly into your inner ear canal
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5lc3XsQejI
>you work mechanically and wander off into day dreams
>you probably wouldn’t be able to live without this implant, you practically had a themed background music to your life, choosing your tracks at will
>or taking phone calls and that shit but it’s not like you really talked to people
>you think about the VPT and what of it that you understand
>you wonder if they'll ever find a reality with life on it
>you wonder if there's any way to find it instead of shooting in the dark
>the bass drum seems to massage your brain as you're in la-la land, and you snap out of it, having completed your repairs and did some maintenance on the thing's software
>you've always been a bit of an airhead
>you grew up in a strange environment
>too much internet has also made you a strange person
>little need or want for personal contact

>>2559094
>very strange and flexible system of morals
>what the fuck are you saying, you really didn’t have morals
>absolutely rock hard stomach for the weird and fucked up
>desensitized by years of mental abuse both on the internet and real life
>I’veseensomeshit.pkf
>nothing fazes you any more
>and you want to find something that will
>buzzer rings, announcing the end of your day
>you go home
>eat some shitty food, leftovers of a frozen dinner for a family of 4
>family of 4? Family of ME!
>you’re actually not fat. In shape? No. But your work ends up consuming you enough to skip meals so you maintain a pasty but acceptable figure.
>healthy?
>hahahahaha no.
>spending a few hours on the internet, reading up on some new rifle and laughing at fags who think they're better than everyone because they've gotten their dick wet and other fags who whine about being alone and beta, you fap and start to fall asleep
>the internet hasn’t really changed much in all those years, you find that comforting
>you see shapes and numbers as you drift off
>you often just think about technical details you worked on during the day or how to make a viable hyperburst rifle that doesn’t have a fucking pulley in it

>>2559111
>damn ruskies and that clusterfuck of a gun they call the AN-94
>who the fuck would put a pulley in their gun
>fucking ruskies that’s who
>anyhow
>so you play with sequences and graph bodies for the VPT devices
>it hits you like a ton of bricks
>you jump out of your bed and start sketching and writing
>you think you've found a way to find some universes that are a little more like yours, i.e. possibility universes where life exists
>you think you can do this by science-ing some technobabble into physics

>>2559119
>well
>by imprinting the field generator with this universe's wave pattern and set the targeting coordinates to a flexible matrix, you should be able to attract a close universe, like a magnet
>fucking magnets, how do they work
>you'll have to talk to some of the brains at work, they actually know what they're talking about, most of the time
>for now this will do
>you go back to bed
>ouch fuck, what the hell am I lying on
>oh right
>you pull the uncomfortable offending object from under you and stick it back under your pillow
>trusty Glock, with some +p 135 grain Hornady Critical Duty rounds
>your one main past time was guns
>it made you live like a hobo, as you would rather shoot thousands of dollars’ worth of guns and ammo than drive a nice car
>on the comforting thought of Rico, one of your many pistols, you sleep

>>2559128
>you wake up
>snooze
>skip breakfast
>snooze some more
>get up
>get dressed
>go to work
>traffic is shitty
>whatever
>you never understood road rage
>you get to work, almost late
>during lunch you find a few minutes to bother one of the brains
>Reginald Trombley. His parents must be… Special.
>"Trombley, you got a minute?"
>"Anon, can't you see I'm in the middle of something important?"
>he's sitting in a chair in front of an empty desk
>just like his parents, he’s pretty “special” too.
>whatever, you've seen weirder brains
>as you probably figured, “brains” is just a nickname for the people here that have a better understanding of the variable possibility system. That often comes with a little sanity loss

>>2559134
>"sorry there man. I was wondering if you could help me with this thing I've been working on..."
>"I swear, if it's another calibration you guys can't figure out and are too lazy to math out by hand..." he mutters, annoyed
>"Honest, it might be a little interesting. Come on, it'll just take a minute, I'll pick up some work you don't want to do or something." You may be a friendless, forever alone virgin, but you knew and were able to interact with people. Your forever-alone-ness was mostly a choice, not a curse
>you're starting to win him over, mission accomplished
>he starts sifting through the notes on your tablet
>mumbling something about "you kids and your stupid tablets"
>you're a year older than him
>his expression changes from annoyed and skeptical to a little smile
>"Anon, I didn't know you were a little smarter than the average monkey that works here..."
>"So, what do you think?"
>"well some mistakes through here are hilariously bad, but this principle here... Might just work. Now I'll see what I can do, just leave me alone until I call you"
>"thanks, I owe you one!" you reply, not being completely shot down by a brain in matters of theoretical variable possibility physics is almost an exploit on its own
>he looks at you
>"we'll see, I may end up owing you one" he says, smiling

>>2559143
>a little ominous, but you take it as a compliment and run off, you have a full day ahead of you
>a week passes
>you finally track down Trombley
>he seems to have passed the whole fucking week here
>in this room
>sure smells like it
>junk food littered everywhere
>pee bottles
>is he even allowed to do this?
>whatever
>"Trombley?"
>"Trombley?" you repeat yourself
>"You in there? TROMBLEY!"
>he seems to snap out of it
>he looks at you
>"you okay? Need anything? You don't look so good man..."
>he replies "I'm almost done" and goes back to his papers
>you decide it's better to let him finish what he's doing and get back to your own work

>>2559157
>three days pass, you get a message
>"go to lab 4 at 6PM"
>handwriting is horrible
>probably Trombley
>you go through your day impatiently and make your way to lab 4 when your shift ends
>Trombley is there, passed out on a chair
>drooling a little, but it's hard to tell due to how dirty he is
>fucking brains man
>you shake him and he wakes up
>"Well Anon... I think we're onto something. I'm pretty sure this would allow us to bubble into a VP that's more likely to be a rock with some bacteria on it than a void-universe where nothing could ever form"
>"just fascinating really, what do you want me to do?" I say
>he points to stacks of paper
>who uses paper anymore anyhow
>fucking brains
>whatever
>you read through his scribbles
>he seems to want you to build a modified VP bubble device
>you look at the plans
>what in all that is fuck would this thing even...
>whatever

>>2559173
>you end up rustling his jimmies to no end, trying to figure out some parts of the modifications
>at one point his jimmies go critical
>he just walks off and goes home
>you grab all his notes and work out the mods yourself
>you still have no idea why it needs a coke can (he specifies it needs to be full) jammed between the field buffer and the cooling coils
>whatever
>your supervisors won't sign this in as overtime, you're just happy they're allowing you to work with this shit
>seems like Trombley told them it would be cool
>anyhow, you finally finish the mods
>it'sbeatiful.jpg
>it actually looks like a broken computer that's been mauled open and swallowed an aperture science turret gun
>beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you'll name this one Chloe
>machine spirit is probably saying "kill me it hurts to live" but it should work
>you clear up the area for a few tests, and because your work turned the room into what looks like a room victim of localized hurricanes
>cleanup is quick
>you just trash everything you don't need
>fuck it
>the mods seem to work fine

>>2559183
>it's OS and programs are working despite the mods
>you set it to bubble a pencil over to wherever science wants to take it
>6" bubble set around pencil
>you can set the VP bubble device to make a bubble as big as you want within energy limits (energy requirements go exponential and very much out of normal energy generating capabilities or battery storage beyond about 20 meters) and it should send everything inside the invisible confines of the bubble across the parallel universes
>the inside of the bubble catches fire
>fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
>that worked well /sarcasm
>you manage to wail on the flames and smother them with your sweater before the alarms go off
>I guess the programming wasn't right after all
>hours pass
>more pencils burn
>you’re getting pretty good with the extinguisher
>until finally, a white flash where the bubble should be cracks out loudly and everything inside it vanishes, taking a chunk of the desk with it
>all praises to the machine God
>next you send a probe
>you fucking love probes

>>2559192
>you named the ones you work with
>they're cylindrical, mostly
>with sensors, antennas, cameras jutting everywhere
>they have six legs with multiple joints
>okay, maybe not that cylindrical
>they're fucking slow, but can traverse pretty much any terrain, they can swim and have two small nubs that fire compressed air, if it needs to reposition itself in space
>a lot of them end up in space, so that feature was pretty handy
>you stick the modified VPT bubble device in the probe's little cargo hold, and program the usual 10 minute survey and return bubble commands
>you record everything and send it
>crack
>you wait the longest ten minutes of your life
>right on time, it reappears with the familiar thundering crack and flash
>success!
>fuck yeah, who knew this prototype shit could actually work as intended and not fail horribly like it usually does
>probe goes through decontamination while you simmer in impatience
>you get the data out of all its systems
>fucking great
>looks like another dead plan-

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I feel like an ass for not posting lately, especially seeing as I just made the pastebin list. I apparently just hit a writer's block, and I'm only just now starting to get over. Shit sucks hardcore, but I've nothing to post yet. Working on 'A Hunter in Equestria' as I type this. Not gonna be ready for atleast a day or two though. Apologies for the extra delay to anyone who's been waiting for both it and Southern Anon.

>>2559215
>is that fucking moss
>on that rock
>moss
>fucking moss
>you explode with excitement
>you start swearing in joy
>you're totally getting a raise for this
>maybe they'll name the fucking moss after you
>sweet fuck this is awesome
>you run to your supervisor's office
>he's not there
>its 3am
>oh right
>wouldn't hurt to run a few more tests
>your night is sleepless as you bring back samples and more data, with the correct contamination protocols of course
>you wake up, someone is shaking you
>seems you passed out, snuggled against your trusty probe
>it's Trombley, he looks like he had a shower at least
>"Anon, ‘the fuck are you doing? What's all this shit?"

>>2559232
>"dude I found moss"
>"what?"
>"I found a planet with FUCKING MOSS ON IT"
>from the look on his face, I worry that he's having a heart attack of joy
>"show me, I'm calling the boss in here too"
>shit's going down
>he comes back shortly, you see your supervisor and his supervisor
>you start showing them what you found
>partyhard.tiff
>after some celebration your boss speaks up
>"great work Anon, we'll take it from here now."
>wait what
>"what do you mean, sir?"
>he turns back, looking a little annoyed
>"we're taking this project over, Trombley will lead the team, you can go back to your regular duties. Trombley here is the new man of the hour for coming up with this new technology. His idea to modify the Variable Possibility Bubble Generator was brilliant!"
>they leave you there, dumbstruck
>fuck no
>now you're actually mad

>>2559244
>not just annoyed or upset
>you mad
>this is your project, it wasn't his idea. Sure he worked out the math but... Trombley seems to have betrayed you for a promotion
>fuck you too then
>you real fucking mad
>you’d never be able to prove that it had been your idea in the first place
>now you’re angry at him and at yourself for trusting him, or for not taking precautionary measures
>you cut/paste all your data to your flash drive
>you take all the paper notes
>you grab the modded VPT bubble, shove it in a case and book it the fuck out of there before they get back
>you grab a couple sets of suits, a full bio kit and the rest of your expedition gear
>this is your project now
>in the car, your heart starts pounding harder and harder
>realization of what you did dawns on you
>you start sweating
>stomach gets queasy

>>2559253
>fuck fuck fuck fuck
>yep you're totally boned
>you run into your apartment, setting everything down
>man, you're fucked
>they've probably called the police by now
>you're totally already fired
>fuck
>option 1, turn self in. Life thrown away, no dreams come true. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
>option 2, keep running, maybe sell this shit to a company somewhere. Odds of getting caught or screwed over again are high, payoff is probably pretty damn good if success.
>an idea creeps into your head
>you look at the bubble device
>no, that's a bad idea...
>you keep staring at the bubble device
>worst idea ever
>don't even think about it
>you’re already putting the suit on
>fuck this gay earth
>someone knocks at the door, but you're already charging up the capacitors
>you're taking your shitty little apartment with you
>"this is the police, open the door"

>>2559261
>they hear a bang and grab their guns
>cop kicks door down
>cop sprained his ankle after falling into the hole where your apartment used to be
>catch me now, fuckers

>>2559281
>ride was a little rougher than usual
>still just a flash and bang, but this time it hurt
>your couch caught fire a little
>you have a headache
>it's not over yet
>they'll probably make another modified bubble device, Trombley will remember how
>you still have your trusty probe, you can get out of this by transporting to yet another reality
>no way that they could track you down after that
>you're about to send your probe out into the parallel yonder when you notice something alarming
>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>this now panic
>battery low
>maybe bubbling the whole apartment through wasn't that smart
>took a bit of juice
>you have enough for a single jump
>A. go back
>B. go blindly forward

>>2559296
>fuck it all
>fuck earth
>fuck this planet
>you don’t even like moss that much
>Trombley, I hope you're as smart as you think you are and this jumps to a planet and not some void universe
>fuck you too by the way
>you tweak with the settings, just to be sure they won’t be able to follow you by sticking to the defaults
>engage
>you wake up, everything hurts
>you don't even remember pressing the button
>you feel a little warm, you’re just happy you aren’t dead or about to die in the vacuum of some void universe
>you open your eyes
>SHITSHITSHITSHIT
>couch is really on fire this time
>threatening to take the rest of the apartment with it
>FUCK YOU, COUCH
>you ram the flaming thing through the window
>more panic time

>>2559305
>the guns and ammo
>fuck shit cunt butts, they better not have caught fire
>you open your safe room
>guns are okay
>the wooden ones are a little warm, plastic ones aren’t deformed
>ammo is okay
>your heart stops wanting to jump out of your chest
>you’re thankful that all of your stuff is okay, apart from your couch
>fuck that flammable bitch anyhow, all you need is your computer chair and bed
>you then realize that there are things outside
>pretty things
>pretty things like trees and grass
>eat your heart out, Trombley
>to be honest you didn’t really hate Trombley, you would have probably done the same to him if the roles had been reversed. Your flexible morals are at play again, it seems.
>as much as he got you good, you feel like the winner. Look at all this SCIENCE you can see!
>this means you’re probably not going to die on some fucking rock with moss on it
>fuck moss

Parking.
I'll write whenever I find the time and a Guinness.

>>2559319
>grass is where it’s at
>you step out
>everything is so beautiful
>isthisreallife.gep
>you’re thankful your suit has a really, really good filtration system, it practically blocks anything bigger than water molecules
>’cause for all you know the pollen here might kill you instantly or something
>wind rustles the leaves
>you turn on everything’s record button
>you are now a sensor hub
>you set the probe to follow you
>it’s recording too
>you want to miss or forget NOTHING, maximum archive mode
>relief and amazement washes over you
>now this is podracing
>this is really what you worked all your life for

FUCKING FUCK, that's chapter 3. For some reason I have to enter the chapter every fucking time, it doesn't "stick" like name and email.

>>2559326
>”This is Anon’s log, date is 03062028, I’m currently on… (you check this word’s wave function signature) planet Earth of universe WF-2093840098498. I’ve arrived about three minutes ago, current time is 1838 hours. Temperature is about 24 Celsius; there is a full and stable ecosystem. Bio-kit is deployed and running. Current status of equipment; suit is a little singed on the edges but functions are all nominal, modified Variable Possibility Bubble device is depleted but in working condition, probe unit is nominal and bio-kit is nominal.”
>you wonder exactly why you’ve started recording but figure you might as well do it right, even if it was just for your own knowledge
>you’re happy you were wearing the suit, maybe you’d have caught fire without it
>first layer is like a high tech underwear, keeping the user comfortable. It has small tubes running over most of the body to keep it from getting too hot or too cold, the tubes pump fluid to a heat sink over your back that can double as a heating element
>second layer is the Nuclear, Biological and Chemical barrier, or NBC. It is rated to stop any and all contaminants (up to a certain level of hard ionizing radiation of course). This layer is actually doubled, so if one wears or is damaged, the user isn’t immediately in trouble
>third layer is made of highly rip and puncture resistant fiber weaves. It’s made to protect the NBC layers from damage

>>2559340
>last layer is hard and light interlocking plastic plates. This shatterproof plastic that was made to resist impacts from falls or blunt objects as well as sharp things
>it’s actually rated to take 40gr LRN .22LR at 1250ft/s, a 90MPH fastball and various other blows from axes or bricks that could kill a man, very cool stuff
>the helmet protects the head, ears, neck and is lined with sensors, antennas, has a large faceplate of thick impact plastic that molds over the gas mask system
>the whole suit is a dark brown and dark green mix, kinda like camo but with no actual pattern
>company said black was “too scary” and camo was “not politically correct”
>should have made the sucker bright fucking pink, if your panties are in a bunch over a damn color scheme
>whatever it looks cool
>faceplate is opaque black from the outside, but nice and clear to look through
>it can record audio and video with great detail from a few cameras and microphones
>the suit has an integrated backpack and a clip on backpack, loaded with anything from a power supply for some of your other toys to survival equipment
>there are strips of efficient nanotube solar panels powering most of your suit’s functions
>they went all out for this nigga

>>2559350
>anyhow
>you walk forth into this bright new world
>no signs of life apart from the flora yet
>you set the probe to an automated scout program and wander off in another direction to cover more ground
>you hear something like the sound of an animal
>you’re getting hungry, you haven’t eaten in… a while…
>a bird perhaps
>”Anon’s log, date is 03062028, current time is 1858 hours. I’m approximately 500 meters from my landing site and I think I’ve heard the sound of an animal. Proceeding with caution.”
>you see some trees shake
>sounds like you’ll need more than caution
>you jog back to the apartment and run in, opening the door to your safe room
>you sling a Fort CQM 308 over your shoulder, topped with an old ACOG TA45-2 and a trusty Streamlight TLR-1
>The Fort CQM is a really nice rifle, originally built on an AR-10 platform with an action like the LR-300; the gas key was extended over the gas tube, with the main action spring wrapped around all that

>>2559340
If you're able to, get 4chanX. Setting for it keeps the subject entered across post.

>>2559359
>this made the whole buffer tube assembly unnecessary, and it was then made into a bullpup
>simply put, it was a really reliable, accurate bullpup with a half decent trigger and good ergonomics, placing the magazine release and action release near the fire control hand
>you throw on an LBV, 8 loaded 20 round mags of 155gr TAP FPD
>you grab your Gen 3 Glock 17 and three spare mags
>you wonder if you should take the .450 Rigby, who knows how big the fuckers get over here
>you decide that this should be enough to let you retreat to the apartment if things go from bad to worse
>let’s do this
>you walk out
>quietly make your way to where you heard the noise
>whatever was here seems to be gone now
>you see some tracks
>hard to make out in the dense brush
>the sun slowly starts to set
>whatever rocked those trees is probably gone
>you start moving back to your landing zone/apartment when you see something that shouldn’t be here

>>2558865
>Tripfags in Equestria

>>2559368
I'll try that, thanks

>>2559370
>seems like a trail
>hard packed dirt
>flying fuck buckets of tits
>a goddamn trail
>could still be something that animals walk down and have made into a trail through time, but that seems somewhat unlikely
>trails are usually a sign of some sort of civilization, even one that’s at a Stone Age level
>the importance of this is huge, but let’s not gets too excited and make wild speculations
>”Anon’s log, I’ve come across what seems to be a hard packed dirt trail, continuing to investigate”
>you start walking down the trail
>over a small hill, the bushes and trees become less dense
>you walk up and see a valley
>postcard fucking flowery fields
>you see some birds, you zoom in with your left eye to get a good look
>”wooow… Actual birds…”
>”Anon’s log, it’s currently 1918 hours, I’ve come across signs of active animal life, one being unidentified as of yet, the other being these birds here”

>>2559379
oh god I came hard this thing is awesome

>>2559379
>you walk and as the sun sets, you get a real good look at a town
>houses, not huts
>buildings
>an actual town
>”Anon’s log, currently 2010 hours, I see a town. Signs of a relatively highly developed civilization”
>you slowly walk towards the village
>seems they keep their, what you assume is cattle, roaming around, the inhabitants could have a close relationship with their animals
>getting darker and the town quiets down, apart from a few houses with lights, everything dies down
>still haven’t seen any people, or whatever creature that could be at the top of the food chain, if it even works that way here
>stars quickly fill the sky as you creep closer to the village
>moonlight is quite bright
>you zoom in on it, crater patterns are different than on Earth
>you are also starting to get really, really hungry
>you’d been ignoring it till now
>but you haven’t eaten anything since like last afternoon
>hunger pains

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>>2559378

>Missing the point
>Every time

I'm not explaining it again, faggot. You're either just a troll at this point, or you legitimately think it makes sense to have every writer here be labeled as "Anonymous". In both cases you're still retarded.

still jizzing. quality of life significantly improved.

>>2559421
>you can’t take off your suit, but it has a port under the faceplate for emergency packed rations
>you start to make your way back, going around a very large tree
>you try to be quiet and make your way out undetected, you don’t want to have your first contact at night like this
>you look behind you to see if anything has stirred, pace quickening to a fast jog
>WHUMP
>you come to a complete stop as all your forward momentum is cancelled by something that wasn’t in front of you a second ago
>it’s quite dark, the tree is blocking most of the moonlight
>your enhanced left eye’s already bumped ISO to max and you make out something horse-shaped, but smaller
>you’re glad you paid for a nice low F stop on the main lens for all dat light
>it seems to have fallen on its rump
>shit, you ran into one of their cattle or something
>you’re about to burst with excitement over meeting a real life form from a parallel universe
>you still need to leave though, a first contact at night like this probably isn’t a good idea
>it doesn’t look too injured, it just shakes its head
>you’re about to run off when you hear it make neighs, whistles, grunts and other equine noises

>>2559432
>however they’re very quick and complex, if this isn’t what these animals normally sound like, this thing could have some level of intelligence
>it brings a hoof to its head, rubbing it
>its head is topped with something
>is that a horn?
>that’s fucking fascinating but you better go before you fuck up a first contact
>the horn starts glowing
>the fuck?
>glowing horses, better get out of here before inhabitants come to inverstig-
>you notice it’s staring at you
>under the horn light (probably some sort of chemical reaction or something) you make it the equine’s face
>first of all, it’s purple, but what’s even more fascinating is the massive, expressive eyes
>its mane seems to be more or less styled, probably usually well kept
>it raises a hoof at you
>the eyes are so large and they seem to be very expressive
>expression seems to indicate a mix of panic, bewilderment and confusion

>>2559444
>hoof pointed at you, it seems to… repeat a short neigh-grunt, as if unable to continue
>this thing is definitely intelligent
>you’re unable to move, more out of sheer fascination and absolute wonder than anything
>it then makes a loud neigh-like scream and runs off
>ooooohh shiit
>you book it
>you’re not really in the best of shape
>you’re really, really hungry
>you’re winded after half a mile
>you push on, slowing down
>fast walk is all you can do at this point
>looking back at the town, a few lights have turned on but you think you can escape before someone or something comes looking for you
>you get back to your apartment in the bushes
>you get your breath back after a while
>you rummage around for your emergency rations
>fuuuuuuuck, where did they go
>after going through every last pouch, every nook and cranny, you manage to find a little ration stick, still in its little syringe-like tube
>you hate your past self for snacking on those bitches

>>2559455
>savagely, you shove it in the port under your faceplate and push it through the seal
>it’s a great way to not die of contamination from alien bacteria and virus, but it’s shitty when you’re like almost two days hungry
>fuuuuck. The bio-kit won’t complete its analysis so soon, it needs more samples and more time until you can be sure that the common cold over here won’t kill you in minutes
>you curl up and hope that scaring one of their smart horses or something isn’t going to get you killed, also hunger sucks
>you manage to fall asleep after drinking from the small water bladder in your suit (no, not your own pee), it should keep you from getting too dehydrated

>>2559464
>wake up
>hunger seems to have gone away a little
>that’s probably not a good sign
>at least you have a bit of water, so you shouldn’t die
>you don’t feel too good though
>you had a really hard time getting up
>hunger pains give way to weakness
>you’re a little dizzy
>”Anon’s log, the date is 04062028, time is 1129 hours (why not sleep in, it’s not like you have to actually report shit to a superior now), apart from last night’s little accidental run in with what appeared to be an equine-like species of what seems to be relatively high intelligence, I’m confident I can go forth with a first contact.”
>You walk out with your clipped on pack, containing a translator computer. Hopefully, if these things have a working language, you’d be able to set this specialized computer and with enough reference material, as well as audio data, it could start translating their language in a week or two
>you would just have to try to not offend them or anything and continue with a first contact
>you may not be feeling very well, but damn you’re happy about this

>>2559472
>your very own first contact
>this is Star Trek shit right here
>let’s make Jean Luc proud
>you walk towards the town
>you can make out the animals again, doesn’t seem like anything else is around
>a whole race of shut-ins? Maybe you’ll feel right at home
>you move your Fort rifle from high ready to African carry, it’s a little less threatening
>you really hope you won’t need it. Science may protect but a loaded rifle never hurt
>as you walk closer to the town you make out that the equine-like animals are brightly colored and appear to be doing complex tasks. Perhaps they’re intelligent or just trained to service their leaders, if this society even works like that
>you try not to speculate too much
>you arrive to the first couple buildings in town
>one of them spots you
>it freezes
>you see it’s face turn to fear

>>2559479
>it runs away
>fucking hell
>you hope they don’t have some sort of religion or mythos where you look like their devil
>the town seems to empty quickly
>you hear window shutters close
>you have a bad feeling about this
>you stand in what you assume is the middle of town, waiting
>you sit on a bench
>it seems that most of the things here are shaped for humanoids
>doors are taller than how wide they are
>benches are properly shaped, stuff like that
>you wait
>five minutes pass
>you hear something above
>what the fuck?
>you catch a glimpse of what seems to be a large flying creature
>it’s very fast
>lands in front of you

>>2559488
>you gotta be kidding me
>another equine-like creature, this time with wings
>I guess they can fly too, then
>okay.jpg
>the little horse-thing starts making those noises that the one you bumped into was making
>you grab your laptop and boot it up
>the flying horse seems to be taking a defensive posture, so you make no sudden movements
>it’s also got a rainbow colored mane, and a blue coat
>okay.jpg
>you thought you’d seen everything by now
>whatever
>maybe they give their animals or companions die jobs or something
>it stands on its back legs and punches out at you, you assume that it’s trying to scare you away
>you just show the palms of your hands, you have no idea if they interpret this as the general “I mean you no harm” that it usually does

>>2559495
>to your relief, it seems to calm the rainbow one down
>she just looks at you, confused and puzzled
>her speech sounds less aggressive
>you wave at it
>it tilts its head to the side
>you wave again
>it waves back
>this thing is definitely intelligent
>computer is running, but it doesn’t have much to go on so it’s useless for now
>you type in that you’ll do a greeting
>you point at yourself
>you say “Anon”
>the creature sounds a little puzzled again
>whatever its language and feels are like, the sure have a lot of similarities with your own. Fascinating!
>you point at yourself again and repeat “Anon”
>the flying horse thing’s face lights up

>>2559503
>did it understand?
>it points at itself and speaks a little, looking proud
>here we go
>computer works hard… And spits out jumbled letters and nothing legible
>it’ll need reference material, more speech and time
>great
>you sigh
>the rainbow one speaks some more then just takes off
>wait!
>it’s already gone
>little bugger is fast
>it seems like it doesn’t want to kill you, at least. That’s good
>while you wait, you start taking more samples
>soil, grass, water, you sample everything
>bio-kit needs lots of samples to be accurate and tell you if taking your mask off will kill stuff here or will kill you
>you sit back on the bench
>still no sign of life, you look behind you

>>2559513
>suddenly a pink horse creature is right in front of you
>startles you half to death, your mouth catches up to your fright and spits out a couple of fucks
>pink one has a frizzy pink mane
>seems to be very excited and happy
>doesn't seem to be afraid of you at all
>seems to talk faster than the rest of them
>doesn't stop
>you examine the thing as it keeps on blabbering
>you hope the computer can keep up
>it seems to be working hard, that's for sure
>the pink one is absolutely fascinating
>seems to have limitless energy
>extremely expressive
>it's just a walking bucket of joy
>you extend your hand
>it looks at your hand
>it extends its hoof
>the pink creature settles down
>you slowly touch its hoof

>>2559521
>deceptively soft fur covers it
>the small horse-like thing pokes at you a few times
>it slowly resumes talking
>"Anon's log, I seem to have encountered at least three native equines. They are all small, about four feet tall, the head is large, very expressive features. Appears to be highly intelligent. No sight of any other intelligent life yet."
>they all look like plush toys
>it strikes you, just how adorable they are
>they seem to be all very soft and gentle
>even the rainbow one that tried to be tough
>the pink creature zooms off, bouncing up and down instead of trotting or using a standard horse-like gait
>they're too small to be horses, they're more like ponies
>you assume they're something like equines but this could be a coincidence, they could have no relation to Earth's equines. As far as you know, they could be descendants of lizards or something
>like hell, dinos were supposed to be covered in feathers and shit
>suddenly you hear trotting from behind you
>you see six of the four legged plush-toy horses approach
>you recognize the purple one with the horn, the pink and the rainbow colored one
>you see the purple one display caution

>>2559529
>it probably hasn't forgotten you from last night
>you see another horned equine, white coat and purple mane, another winged p0ny thing, pink mane and soft yellow coat, last is an orange coated equine, no wings or horn, blond mane
>these could be three separate subsets of a species, but this evolutionary path is unlike anything you've ever seen
>you suspect that they might have been bred specifically for certain features
>they are all defined by a mark on their flank, some sort of tattoo
>the purple one you bumped into last night starts talking to you, some of the other p0ny creatures comment
>they look weary of you, but they don’t look like they’re trying to threaten you
>you hear some inquisitive-sounding “sounds”
>you’re not really a linguist but it kinda looks like they’re asking you what you are and why you’re here
>computer seems to pick up on a few words, but nothing that even makes sense
>you try pointing at yourself and saying "anon" again
>the rainbow one perks up and speaks to the purple one
>seems to recognize or at least understand that you’re trying to introduce yourself, or something
>you then start drawing a scalene triangle on the ground
>over the short side, you make a dot. Over the second shortest side, you make two dots. Over the hypotenuse, you make three dots

>>2559535
>they should recognize this as a sign of intelligence, if another species is capable of basic trigonometry; it means they aren’t wild beasts. Probably
>they look at you, somewhat confused but the purple horned one (unicorn? Nawww that’s crazy) seems to become excited when it sees what you drew
>they have a short conversation
>the purple one seems to be a bit of a leader, it speaks to the group
>then it vanishes in a flash of sparkles
>okay this you didn't expect
>what in all that is fuck are these things?
>science advanced enough to look like magic?
>you run up to where she was standing
>you startled the rest in the process but you stopped giving a fuck about the other ponies when the purple one had Scotty beam it up
>you wonder why the village looks so rustic while they seem to possess this level of technology
>could it be magic?
>not the time to speculate!
>you grab more samples of the dirt it was on when it vanished
>there's another flash of sparkles

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Currently writing some Just Like You, please re-read some of my other stuff on my pastebin in the meantime!

http://pastebin.com/u/TechyConversant

I'd like to know what people like the best so far.

>>2559541
>holy shit it's back with a book
>you almost lose your shit
>these things could be the top of the food chain
>maybe this entire planet is populated by pastel colored ponies
>you hold your head
>maybe you're seeing things
>you haven't eaten in a long time and that little ration stick was barely a mouthful
>you drink some more water from your suit's emergency hydration bladder
>this is fucked
>they form a little circle around the book
>and suddenly the purple one rushes to you
>its horn glows
>and it fires a bolt of lightning or energy at you
>you're probably going to die
>PURPLE BLUBERRY FUUUUU-
>you don't even have time to blink, everything goes white
>your vision returns
>no pain?

>>2559544
Tabbed it, I'll take a look for sure when I'm done putting my stink on the thread.
>>2559550
>you pat yourself down
>you find yourself saying "oh good, I'm alive"
>the creatures rear back in surprise
>the purple one exclaims happily "it worked!"
>holy shit it's talking
>"how did you... You creatures talk? Why am I understanding... Can you understand what I'm saying?" you manage to stutter out
>you're usually unfazed by everything, but there's only so much you can take before you start braining into derp
>"well of course, it's a translation spell, I'm glad it worked! First time I try it too." the purple one proudly exclaims
>"what are you? Spells? I think I need to sit down..." you actually do, the low blood sugar is really messing with you
>"We're ponies, actually. I'm Twilight Sparkle, and these are my friends. Sorry about last night, but you really scared me!"
>talking ponies that can fly and cast spells
>you must be delirious
>maybe this whole thing is your hunger making you see things
>maybe this world is showered by radiation and you're hallucinating while your brain cells fry
>they introduce themselves

>>2559563
>their names are all... You don't even... If you're not completely insane and this is actually happening, maybe the spell or whatever she did isn't working...
>Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie tell you all how nice it is to meet “you”, whatever that is
>they all seem to be female
>they ask you what you are
>fair enough, let's play along
>"I'm a Homo Sapien Sapien, usually referred to a Human. I'm from the planet Earth of the home wave function # 32551138, and I come in peace. My name is Anon"
>you see the one aptly named Rainbow Dash turn to Twilight and say "see, I told you he was called Anon and that he doesn't want to eat you"
>whole lot of good that translator computer did you
>you think about how the computer is probably useless now, but you choose to leave it running. It won't hurt to have a working translator in any case
>you think about making another entry in your log but fuck it, if you can speak to them and if they can speak do you, you have it all recorded so that should be good enough
>that log shit is tedious too, especially if you’re recording video and audio
>goddamn it, you’ll have to edit all that shit later to cut out the boring bits. Thankfully storage space isn’t much of an issue with the new 4D stack qubit SSDs…
>Twilight speaks up
>"Anon, why have you come here?"

>>2559567
>you think about the question carefully
>you're a fugitive, somewhat of a criminal
>first and foremost however
>you're now an explorer and a scientist
>"I come here to explore. I'm a bit of a scientist and I've always dreamed of seeing a place that has never been seen before by my kind"
>the answer seems to satisfy them, you’re surprised that you feel a little bad about lying to them
>"How exciting! An explorer and scientist... Anon, how about we give you a tour of the town?" she proposes
>"whell it was maighty nice tah meet ya Anon, but ah'm afraid ah gotta git back ta mah apple orchard, nao that we ain’t got no mare-eating giant bug creature runnin’ around" says Applejack
>mare-eating giant bug? ‘the fuck is that p0ny smoking?
>maybe it’s an inside joke
>you don't know if it's the translator “spell” or what but she sounds really like she has a southern USA accent
>that's cool
>pinkie pie chimes in, saying she should really back to "sugarcube corner" and saying something about "see you at the party", Rarity excused herself graciously, saying she needed to tend to her boutique, Rainbow dash flies off, mentioning something about "weather duty" and Fluttershy... That long haired p0ny didn't seem to be able to say much.

>>2559575
>Twilight proposed that we first go to her house, the library and Fluttershy mumbled something that was barely audible
>"Fluttershy, was it? Did you want to say anything?"
>this p0ny seemed to be the epitome of adorable
>they’re all cute but she’s moe
>you contain your desire to pet her
>"umm.. I was wondering... If you don't mind... My cottage is over there, if you wanted to see it, that would be fine with me..."
>you manage to say "Sounds great" over how cute she is
>the three of you go towards Twilight's library
>you think about how cute they all are
>you give little fuck about how that reflects on you as a person
>just like the rest of the things you like, actually. You stopped judging yourself according to what you liked a long time ago
>or else you might have felt bad about fapping to monstergirls
>dem lamias
>anyhow
>you're curious, you seem to be walking towards the tree where you bumped into Twilight last night
>"So Twilight, where's this library you spoke of?"
>she looks at you incredulously and says "you're looking at it, Anon"
>it's a goddamn tree

>>2559583
>with doors and windows
>whatever
>"oh, right, you said you lived here right? I guess it makes sense that I bumped into you back there"
>she chuckles "you call that bumping? You nearly knocked me clean out! What are you made of, anyhow? Felt like a brick wall at the time"
>you suddenly feel really bad
>you'd forgotten how well this suit protects you from impacts
>"Twilight, I'm so sorry, I really didn't see you there..."
>she seems to be surprised by your remorse
>hell, you are too
>"it's okay; it was an accident, no real harm done... Come to think of it, half of P0nyville practically ran into me a couple times across the years, I'm getting used to it"
>P0nyville? These fucking names man
>"if you're not injured... Still I am sorry. To answer your question, this suit is lined with high impact plastic; I'm made of flesh and bone… Mostly"
>she looks surprised
>"you're not a... That's not a...?"

>>2559589
>"what do you mean? what are you saying?" you say, quite confused
>she looks a little embarrassed and says "I thought you were some sort of large, intelligent insect with an exoskeletal structure..."
>oh
>that somewhat explains her reaction last night, and why Rainbow Dash said "it doesn't want to eat you" and that definitely clears up that cow-p0ny’s comment
>you laugh pretty loudly, saying "I guess that's logical, I can see why I scared you last night. I never even looked at myself that way, I can’t unsee it now!"
>she blushes?
>a blushing p0ny? how is that even...
>whatever
>your faze meter was already busted when she teleported, not much anyone can do now that could possibly rustle your jimmies
>you’ll have to ask her about that some more
>Fluttershy, who's been quiet until now, appears to work up the courage for a question
>"Anon, what are you like, under the suit-thing, if you don't mind my asking"
>"Well my species has soft skin, usually hairless for the most part; we have hair on our head though. We're a bit like monkeys, if you know what those are... Just taller and with larger skulls and more defined faces. We're omnivores, we live about 90 years, I'm 38. Feel free to ask more questions if you want"

>>2559600
>"I see, thank you Anon..."
>Twilight tells us to make ourselves confortable as she opens the door; she walks off into another room
>the tree has been carved up on the inside, with rooms and lots of shelves for books
>this tree is massive
>it's practically bigger inside than out
>whatever
>you sit down on the couch, exhausted, getting pretty dazed from low blood sugar
>Fluttershy asks if you're okay
>you reply that you're very, very hungry
>"oh my... Um we'll get you something to eat, that's no probl-
>"Fluttershy, I can't eat, I can't take this mask off. I was born on another world, if I take this mask off, there's a high chance I'll die of illness or transmit something that’s benign to me but possibly deadly to you. I have no idea what kind of viruses or bacteria are on your world... "
>her expression goes from confused to horror
>"Oh anon, that's awful! Is there anything we can do?"
>"not much I'm afraid, I just need to gather samples of water, soil and whatever else I can find and return them to my bio-kit, a device that should tell me if it's safe to take my mask off"
>"oh dear... We could help you with that, I'm sure"
>"I'd be quite thankful... If I don't move around too much I think I should stay alive for another week or two, I think I've got enough pure water for that at least... Hopefully it won’t come to that”
>dying of hunger really sucks, btw

>>2559607
>Fluttershy looks around nervously as Twilight walks back.
>with a green lizard
>it talks
>turns out he's a baby dragon called Spike
>sounds like a pretty cool bro
>Twilight notices that Fluttershy is looking a lot more uneasy than usual
>we inform her of the situation
>she looks pretty devastated and says "maybe we should call off the tour until we can figure this whole thing out..."
>you reply that it's best if you can actually gather some samples from around town
>you get up and take a step towards the door before getting a mad headrush
>oh shi-
>you pretty much pass out on your feet and fall forwards
>aw fuck
>there goes Twilight's flowerpot
>and the table it was sitting on
>maybe walking around isn't a great idea right now
>the two pastel mares rush to your side
>"Anon, are you okay?" says Twilight
>Fluttershy exclaims "oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear"
>you try to calm them down and excuse yourself for the mess
>thankfully they can’t see you blush through your helmet, that was pretty embarrassing

>>2559614
>they help you back to the couch, they don’t seem to care about the table or flowerpot
>you explain to them how to take samples and what to sample
>you remember that you should keep drinking water even if you don’t feel thirsty or hungry
>you drain your emergency bladder
>so much for that, but it can be replenished safely with the proper procedure
>damn, these ponies really are nice, they seem to actually care for you, an alien stranger
>you thank them probably more than they are comfortable with, but you mean it
>they leave you with spike
>he's a little cautious but curious
>however you're not doing a good job staying awake
>he asks about something but you pass out
>you wake up to him knocking on your face plate
>"you sure you're okay man?"
>"sorry Spike, I'm feeling quite weak, I haven’t eaten in a while... I'm afraid to say I think I should sleep a little, if you don't mind"
>he's cool with it
>you pass right the fuck out on the couch

>>2559620
>you wake up to something knocking on your helmet again
>goddamn it spike, y u no wake me up like a normal... Dragon thing...
>whatever
>"hey, everyp0ny is back, they got all the samples you asked for"
>everyp0ny? Cute
>Twilight even labeled them
>goddamn, she works good
>everything from oral swabs from most of the town’s population to flowers
>"how long was I out for? That must have taken a while... Thank you so much, I can't imagine how much trouble that probably was"
>they all mumble stuff like "don't worry about it" and "no problem"
>you get up, slower this time
>okay, not too bad, you feel better after sleeping
>you've apparently been out for a good 6 hours
>Pinkie Pie is busy laughing at you
>the others start cracking up a little
>she drew on you while you slept
>goddamn it pinkie
>you start laughing too, feeling a little giddy
>"why you little.."
>you run after her
>gotcha!" you exclaim, still chuckling

>>2559626
>"eeep!"
>"that'll teach you!" you say, giving her a very very gentle noogie
>she laughs even harder
>oh god, billions and billions of HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG
>you sit down, maybe running around wasn't the best idea
>they look at you, worried
>"I'm okay, don't worry. Needed that to cheer me up anyhow. Thanks Pinkie..."
>these fucking ponies will turn you into a fluffy teddybear by the time you die of hunger
>Rainbow Dash speaks up, asking "What now? These samples should help you out right?"
>"yeah, we gotta get them back to my bio-kit, it'll analyze everything and tell me if I'll be able to survive in your ecosystem and if I’ll damage yours"
>with that, the six of you set out towards your apartment
>you ask them why they're all bothering to come along
>"Mah brother Big Macintosh said he'd cover for me back at tha farm, so ah wanted to tag along." explains Applejack
>"Nothing better to do" mentions Rainbow Dash
>"Well, darling, isn't it natural for a friend to accompany another in a difficult time?" says Rarity
>we friends now?
>fuck southern hospitality, ponies are the shit when it comes to feeling welcome
>usually you’d feel like getting away from people being this thoughtful and generous, but your feelings right now are the opposite
>they’re all so… Warm and fuzzy.

>>2559632
>you suddenly crave alcohol
>Twilight then states "We'll find a way Anon, there's nothing we can't do if we're all together"
>dawwwww, Twilight's adorable when she's determined
>pinkie pie is just having a blast bouncing around
>you don't even really mind that you don't know much about these ponies apart from their names, but here they are, at your side, as if you’d grown up with them
>maybe that's the malnutrition talking
>whatever
>you don't feel all that well, you trip on a rock
>you're about to hit the ground when you stop in mid air
>glowing
>what
>"Nice catch, Twilight!" says Pinkie
>the fuck is going on here
>her horn is glowing again
>what in all that is fuck
>gravity defying unicorn ponies
>pegasus ponies
>it all makes sense! Congratulations, you’re now FUCKING CRAZY!
>you're glad that insanity is showing you pretty things
>let's enjoy it while it lasts

>>2558877
You better write something god damn it. Do you know how long I've been waiting for more Picking up the Pieces? Or more Lifeboat? Write, you sadistic son of a bitch.

>>2559639
>whatever, you’re just glad you’ll die smiling
>sure, it could all be real but you’ll consider all options right now
>"thanks Twilight, for the... Levitation? How the hell are you doing that anyhow? You also… Vanished and reappeared with a book a while ago…"
>"It’s magic, of course, what, don't they have that where you're from?" she answers, half joking, as if to assume magic should exist everywhere
>"uuuhhh.... Not really"
>all six of them stop and look at you like you just insulted their mothers
>"what, where I come from, there's absolutely no magic, that's usually how it is right?"
>"certainly not! Why in Equestria and beyond, magic is a fact of life, dear!" explains Rarity
>"Anon, when this is over we should probably talk some more about your world and ours..." says Twilight, looking a little concerned
>"we got bigger problems fer now, girls. Anon here needs help and we ain't gonna let 'im down!" Applejack vigorously proclaims
>they all say "Right!" in unison
>for fuck's sake it's like a team of adorable little goodie-two shoe plush toys
>hnnnnnnnnggg level reaching critical
>there it is, finally. The trip to your apartment feels a whole lot longer than it used to
>"what the hay is that thing?" asks Rainbow Dash, pointing at what's left of your apartment
>right, getting sectioned off from the rest of the building and being sent across realities didn't leave the place in tip top condition

>>2559647
>right, getting sectioned off from the rest of the building and being sent across realities didn't leave the place in tip top condition
>"well it was most of my apartment, I kind took it along with me when I left my world"
>you kneel down in front of the bio-kit and start inserting samples in the ports, typing down the labels and adjusting some settings
>"you lived in here? It's a little downtrodden-
>Twilight cuts her off, saying "Rarity! This is Anon's home, show some respect"
>"I mean it's nice-
>"I know the place is a lame and dark mess, don't worry about it. I was never one for decorations or anything" you say, not really caring about how dead and cold your bachelor pad was
>you finish with the bio-kit, it should probably take another day or so
>another day or two
>might as well be a few more months
>"So how did you get this... Apartment from wherever you lived to flankbuck nowhere in Equestria?' Inquires Rainbow Dash
>"with this" you reply, pointing to the VP bubble device. "this is a Variable Possibility Bubble Generator. It allows you to create spheres of quantum uncertainty fields, transferring whatever is inside from one parallel reality to another. We don't have magic in my world, so we made up for it with technology. This is the fruit of our most... Highly developed minds and most sophisticated machines. I assembled most of this modified unit, and even I don't really know how it works to be honest."

>>2559661
>the group looks at you with a unified blank facial expression
>”Simply put, it’s a machine that lets me travel between parallel realities”
>more blank stares, but Twilight perks up and says “You mean like the multi-world theorem that Dr. Hugh Mareverett proposed? He stated that our choices could split the universe in two, each half being an outcome of that decision, and so on and so forth…”
>that’s really not how it works, but that’s probably the best explanation for it
>”Well not at all, but yes, that’s pretty much it. We’ve been using it to gather more resources for our world; it’s also damned good science. So yeah, just a day or two and I’ll be able to take my suit off.”
>”You know Anon, now that I think about it I think I’ve got a spell I could cast, it speeds up time for objects or plants. I’d need a book and some scrolls from my library, but I’m sure it would help you out.” Mentions Twilight
>Holy fuck, why not try that? If it doesn’t work, you wouldn’t lose much and you’d get to food faster if it did work
>”Really Twilight? You would do that? I’d be really thankful, that’s so nice of yo-
>you stop talking, as you see something out the window
>the six ponies look at you, wondering why you stopped talking
>”Hey, do any of you know what that is?”

>>2559676
>you point at it
>it looks like a giant manta ray
>floating above P0nyville
>”What in tarnation is that?” exclaims Applejack
>”What the hay is that thing!?” yells Rainbow Dash
>they look at you
>Twilight speaks out, saying “I assume those aren’t friends of yours?”
>you don’t even know what it is
>looks like something out of the Covenant from Halo
>”Twilight, I’ll have to say… VERY NO. I’ve never seen anything like it…”
>You all run out of the apartment at once
>you zoom in, looking at it
>”seems to be a ship of some kind…” You say
>”Anon, this might not be the right time but I’ve been wondering what it is you’re carrying over your shoulder.” Asks Rarity
>”Rarity, I really hope you won’t have to witness it doing its job.” You say, leaving her a little perplexed
>you start heading for the ship with the little ponies trotting behind you, looking worried
>”I’ll go see what’s going on over there!” yells Rainbow Dash as she takes off, heading towards the ship
>you spot movement on the ship, what looks like an automated defense weapon barrel springs into action

>>2559680
>”RAINBOW, GET THE FUCK DOWN NOW!”
>your yell startles her and she stops in mid air
>”RAINBOW, GET BELOW THE TRE-
>VWAAAAP-CRACK
>you feel the heat from where you are, through your suit
>the five ponies next to you recoil from the light and heat
>your left eye auto dims and picks up what looks like a long blast of plasma flying across the sky, a few meters where Rainbow Dash would have been if she hadn’t stopped flying
>”DAAASHIE” Yells Pinke Pie
>”RAINBOW!” yells Applejack
>you spot something falling towards the ground, and then see some wing flaps
>they’re a little discordant, like an injured bird trying to slow its descent
>”over there! Quick” you yell and point towards where Dash looked like she was falling
>Fluttershy flies out, keeping under the tree tops
>you hear her yelling for help
>she found Dash
>the cyan p0ny isn’t blue anymore but she’s alive and not too injured
>she’s breathing, she’s got a few burns but it looks like her fur and feathers took the worst of the heat
>Rainbow coughs and comes around

>>2559687
>”Wha-… What happened…” she says, wincing
>”That ship fired a weapon at you… You’re lucky to be alive… Fluttershy, see if you can take care of Dash”
>she’s already busy getting Dash more comfortable
>”Whay that no good flying hunk o’ horse apples, Ah’m gonna go give ‘em a piece of mah mind” Says Applejack
>she’s really pissed
>”Applejack, I don’t think that’s a good idea right now, we need to know what we’re up against” you say.
>”Naw who do ya think ya are? Ah just gone seen one o’ mah best friends almost get turned to grilled chicken, yew got no raight ta say nuttin’! Ah’m goin’ and that’s that, no bucking alien is gonna tell me whut to do!” she replies spitefully and runs towards P0nyville
>Twilight and Pinkie Pie try to stop her but she plows right through them and charges on
>Rarity and Fluttershy are busy helping Dash, both looking bug-eyed stressed out as they make a stretcher for her
>”We gotta go get her, it’s much too dangerous to blindly run in to town with that ship up there…” proposes Twilight. Pinkie is already bouncing forward, looking pretty mean (if that’s even possible) as Twilight and you run up
>you’re making a mad dash, trying to keep up
>who the fuck are you kidding, you’re not in good shape and these things are fucking horses
>the two ponies are really making good ground

>>2559696
>you veer off to the right, where the bushes clear up
>it’s not a quicker path as you’re making a detour, but you will have a clear line of sight with the ship and P0nyville, whereas Pinkie and Twilight make a beeline through thick brush
>you get to the clearing and you get your first good close up look at the ship
>It’s shaped somewhat like a manta ray, but with jutting angles mixing with smooth curves
>the hull is a glossy myriad of dark green and black
>apart from its obviously devastating armaments, it’s equipped with antennas and equipment you can’t identify
>a belly section of the hull retracts
>long, white, translucent tendrils reach from within and stretch towards the ground
>you’re still moving closer as you observe the ship, you’re not far now and the two mares have already reached Applejack
>They all seem to be standing still, looking up at the ship as its thin, ghostly tentacles reach down
>rape?
>you ready your rifle but are unsure of what you should aim at
>wait, not rape
>just kidnapping
>p0nynapping?

>>2559696
>whatever
>you see a few ponies getting grabbed and pulled towards the ship
>fucking alien abductions, I want to believe
>you flick the safety off and decide the ship has had enough fun for one day
>you take a knee and let loose a few rounds into the belly of the ship, where the wispy tentacles are coming from
>have 155 grains of FUCK YOU
>you’re not sure it’s gonna do anything but it might just damage those tractah beam emittas, capt’n
>you’re rewarded with the ship’s armaments pointing straight towards you
>WELL THAT WAS A HORRIBLE FUCKING IDEA
>what you aren’t noticing is that the ponies stopped rising towards the ship
>and Twilight snapped out of her “Holy fuck that’s an alien ship abducting ponies with energy tentacles” stupor
>she begins wrestling against the wispy strands of energy with her magic
>you run like a demented Kenyan
>this huge boulder should protect me
>you run past it, putting trees and terrain between you and it as it starts glassing the ever loving fuck out of whatever is between it and you
>shit shit shit SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITSHITSHITSHIT

>>2559711
>that gray boulder now looks like a yellow and white blob that’s melting like a time lapse video of ice cream in the sun, trees are catching fire just by being close to it
>this ship and whoever is on it is FUCKING PISSED
>you go down a ravine, which should protect you pretty well
>you keep going, starting a wide circle around the ravine to an uphill that will let you come around the other side of the path Pinkie Pie and Twilight took
>your sprint has turned you into a heaving, almost asthmatic heap
>you push on, step by step, trying to walk quickly
>this is gonna take forever
>you start dreading the idea that your attack might have pissed off the aliens enough to make them attack p0nyville
>however if they were abducting ponies and going through the trouble of not harming them, it probably means the aliens don’t want to kill ponies
>hopefully
>you are able to glance through the trees and spot the ship, it has turned towards you
>oh good, it’s not turning P0nyville into glass
>it seems to be keen on turning you into glass, however
>time to make like a tree and GET THE FUCK OUT
>there’s a rocky outcrop on the uphill, you spot a crevice
>hopefully they can’t see through rock

>>2559722
>it’s your best chance, it’s not like you’d make it very far without being turned into a new pile of carbon at the speed you’re going
>you manage to wedge down between the jutting rocks into a large crack that’s providing cover
>now you just need a deck of cards
>and some clean underwear
>you hear the trees rustle and a large gust of wind flows through your hiding spot
>this thing is moving a lot of air, apart from that it’s surprisingly quiet
>dear Omnissiah, I will forsake the flesh and join with the machine, praise be to the machine god, may the machine spirit’s wrath be appeased so this humble and unworth-
>VWWWAHHHHP
>CLANG
>CRRUUUUUNCKR
>RRRAANNNNNNNKRRR
>SMASH
>SCREEEEEEEE
>that didn’t sound right, my semi-serious prayers to a fictitious God from a made up story/board game shouldn’t finish with what sounds like a car being thrown in a Blendtech Blender the size of a house while someone was wailing on everything with an xbox

>>2559729
>you manage to slowly free yourself from your tight and awkward hiding place, just enough to see something you have a hard time putting into words
>Seems like a larger, majestic Unicorn-Pegasus (Unisus? PEGA[s]PORN[/s]CORN? Shit that ain’t right, you’ll figure out what to call it later) is engaging the massive alien ship in single combat
>and winning
>what in all that is fuck
>just when you thought you’d seen everything, this fucking happens
>the white… Horse p0ny unicorn pegasus thing is clad in golden armor, it’s flowing multicolored mane dancing behind it as it moved
>from its horn comes forth terrifying beams that rival the ship’s weapons
>each hit flares into the hull, making it warp, the deformations across the hull scream as temperature expansion and contractions rip across edges of the horse-thing’s attacks
>the ship fires time and time again at the horse-thing
>most hits miss, some are simply deflected by the flying, horned fucking rape machine’s own beams
>the ship suddenly aileron rolls, dodging another violent beam and making an escape
>damn even damaged that thing can haul ass
>it sonic booms on its ascent well before the cloud line
>you extricate yourself from the crevice and half slide, half fall to solid ground
>is it over?
>you lie on your back and lay there in post-adrenaline exhaustion
>you hear hooves in the distance
>mahniggas.olg

>>2559740
>the large, white flying horned horse descends not far from you
>you hear Twilight yell out “Princess Celestia”
>mental note: princesses in p0ny land are not to be fucked with
>you slowly get up
>you hear something armored collapse
>you see “Princess Celestia” on the ground, her armor deformed and melted on the edges, her white fur black in some spots
>aw shit looks like the battle was pretty rough, for both sides
>that p0ny Princess totally kicked that thing’s ass sideways, though, it’ll probably have cool battle scars to show off
>you slowly make your way towards Twilight, Pinkie Pie and Applejack in a bit of a zombie state, you’re tired as fuck
>as you stumble like a drunken five year old towards them, you hear Twilight calling Celestia, who seems to be waking up
>she sits up and her armor disappears, leaving her wounds exposed and a slightly damaged set of golden jewelry; crown, chest piece and fancy horse shoes
>she seems to have become shorter, now just a large p0ny
>I guess she is a p0ny and not a horse thing
>"Princess Celestia, I was so worried, are you okay?" says Twilight, while Pinkie Pie has been looking more silent and morose than you've seen her be since you got here
>that pink one worries you a little

>>2559758
>"my faithful student... I assure you, this looks worse than it truly is. I'm am not that badly injured"
>"Anon, you're alive!" yells Pinkie
>you feel pretty good, it's the first time anyone has said that with a happy and relieved face
>"sure looks like it..." you reply
>"So... Princess Celestia was it?" you say, turning to the Princess, a little unsure of how to approach the regal p0ny who's been staring at you for a few seconds
>you decide to get on one knee before she takes offence to your lowly peasant presence or something
>"if I may, your Highness, I am Anon and I offer my assistance"
>she seems more surprise by the kneeling and the polite talk than she does of your strange appearance
>"Anon, please stand. I see you are acquainted with the kind Pinkie and my student Twilight. I thank you for your selfless actions; you drew the ship away and allowed me to drive the craft from Equestria”
>”Please, your Highness; I merely attempted to disable the ship’s ability to kidnap ponies. I believe you courageously defeated the craft…” you reply, feeling a little under the spotlight
>”Most humble of you, and you may call me Celestia. Twilight, you also performed exemplarily, I am very proud of you.” She says, regaining her composure as she stands up
>”Now, we should tend to anyp0ny in need of assistance and gather the Elements of Harmony as a precaution” she continues
>Applejack runs in and skids to a halt

>>2559763
>”Princess Celestia, are yew alraight? Seemed like that craft was puttin’ up a faight som’thin’ fierce…” she says. Celestia simply nods and smiles reassuringly
>Applejack turns to Twilight, Pinkie and I saying “Ah’m sorry ah ran towards that ship like that... Ah really tried tah bite off more than ah could chew that time…”
>”It’s okay Applejack, I wanted to take a bite out of that ship too, it kinda looks like a really big colored caramel twisted taffy pretzel from where I was” says Pinkie
>ppffpptpfppffpfffttttt.avi
>”Rairity and Fluttershy got ta the hospital just fine tew, Rainbow’s not hurt bad ay-tall. Just a little shook up and singed around tha edges”
>”Oh, Anon, I got that spell I needed while I was in my library. After we reached Applejack when the craft attacked, I teleported to my library where I had Spike send a letter to Celestia, found the spell and then teleported back here with Pinkie while Applejack was helping out some of the townsp0ny” says Twilight
>”You did all that? I had practically forgotten about the spell you mentioned…” you reply, stunned
>”Checklists are amazing!” beams Twilight. “Pinkie Pie, Applejack, I’d be thankful if you accompanied the Princess to the hospital while I go help Anon with his bio-kit”
>the princess raises an eyebrow but simply nods and starts to walk off towards P0nyville with her escort
>you hear Pinkie Pie start filling her in, Applejack butting in here and there whenever Pinkie starts going off on a tangent
>you sigh heavily, feeling like you can finally breathe now after all the excitement
>you go back to zombie walking, following Twilight

>>2559773
>she prattles on a little but you’re really out of it and you kinda zone out
>you pop back to reality when you nearly trip over the step where your apartment floor begins
>”Here Anon, this won’t take long at all, I just need a minute or so”
>”that’s cool” you say, busying yourself by sitting down
>oh my the floor is comfortable today
>you nod off as she’s opening a few scrolls and readying from two books that are floating around her

>>2559792
>you wake up to Twilight knocking on your face plate
>they fuck is it with this world and knocking on my head to wake you up? Gonna have to talk to them about that
>"mmmoobrgl hmmmmuuurgghhh?" you say
>you're always perfectly coherent after a nap
>"Welcome back, Anon" says Twilight, looking unimpressed
>maybe she was expecting you to be all bright and cheery
>"Hi again. How long was I out for?" you ask
>"just a few hours. Here look, it should be almost done!"
>oh right
>horeee shiiiiiiit
>look at that clock go, it's been three days in there
>dem results gon' be clear
>as you watch the completion bar on the screen race forward, you get a little nervous
>if this universe was hostile, you might end up having to go on an all liquid diet through your hydration bladder system
>that won't be fun
>you wonder if the ponies would be able to set you up with an isolation bubble
>DING
>your heart stops

>>2559813
>"foreign organic matter, inorganic compounds, single celled, multi-celled organisms, bacterial and viral species identified, analysis complete"
>pollen count is very high
>there are weird fungi in the ground, but shouldn't be invasive
>hunh
>nothing too weird
>you check results
>’the fuck is this shit
>so magical ponies evolved here but this place has the biological virulence equivalent to your average trip to a foreign country
>may get the shits if you drink unfiltered water but who cares
>"well Twilight, I don't know what kinda wizardry you're all made of but it looks like I won't perish or unleash a pandemic if I take this suit off"
>"Twilight's face brightens up considerably; she grins at you and says "that's so great, means you can eat right? You must be so hungry..."
>"should be fine, yeah. Brace yourself; I'm probably not good looking to you folk"
>"Now now Anon, it can't be that bad" she says as you start unfastening the head gear

>>2559823
>Twilight then continues, saying "and we're from very different species so it's probably mutuAAAAAAH!"
>"oh come on I can't be that horrifying" you reply, deadpan
>hunh, she's not looking directly at you
>yep there's probably something really fucked up behind you, isn't there
>you flip your Fort 308 from African carry to shouldered while turning around only to see some fucking spawn of Satan about to burst through the last unbroken window of your mangled apartment
>if you had to throw a wild guess, this thing may just be from that ship Celestia fought off
>it looks like a zergling that had really wild sex with a giant spider
>fucking sweet babby Jesus, that thing is totally going into your bug collection when you finish giving it a bullet enema
>it plows through the window, taking half the wall with it as you as you light it up as fast as you can squeeze the trigger
>who are you kidding, you were totally jerking the fuck out of the bang switch
>in your defense, it's hard to depress that trigger straight to the rear then bring it to reset properly when a couple hundred pounds of Xenos "FUCK YOU" is heading towards you at ramming speed
>regardless, that thing isn't more than twenty feet away so it's head rips open as .308 Winchester jacketed BTHP medicine greets the newcomer
>you score hits on its thorax and abdomen section

>>2559828
>it makes a wet but hard "clunk" sound as it hits the ground a few feet in front of you
>you reload, those 20 rounds go fast when you fire at "tactically shitting self" speed
>you seen enough horror movies in your life to know a few things, first, that fucker might not be dead
>so you give it another 20 rounds
>head, chest, abdomen, you leave no spot unfucked
>you shove a fresh mag in and hit the action release before the empty has hit the ground
>search and assess, looks clear for now
>and second off for those horror movie lessons; there are probably more of these things around so sleeping over here isn't a great idea
>you look at Twilight, she jammed herself in the corner of the room, hooves pressed against her ears
>her eyes wide with panic
>now your hearing is fine, most of your inner ear and ear canal is artificial, it caps sound at around 90db
>308 inside a room? Good thing you’re just running a Vortex tuning fork and not a fucking brake
>you hope you didn't burst her eardrums, but she definitely has some hearing damage, even if she doesn’t realize it due to adrenaline rush hearing occlusion
>because guns are FUCKING LOUD
>anyhow you'll have to deal with that later
>she's looking at you with a traumatized expression

>>2559839
>you're drenched in the assailant's internal fluids
>you say the first thing that pops into your head
>"Twilight... *toothy grin* I'm so very hungry right now"
>WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT, BRAIN?
>a scream of utter terror rips out of her throat as she scrambles up
>aw fuck, you just know there's more of those things out there and we can't have a panicking purple p0ny prancing around
>you leap at her and grab her as gently as you can
>she struggles frantically, yelling between ghasps of air and sobs
>man you really fucked up this time, completely full retard
>what the fuck brain, you’re going to the dunce corner for that faggotry
>"Twilight, please I'm sorry, I won't hurt you, please, just calm down..." you say as she flails around
>she slowly calms down as you hold her and comfort her
>you feel horrible. Why brain? Why?
>"*hic*just what... What*cough* is that thing?" she manages to say, her tearful eyes locked on the psychedelic ground meat corpse splattered over your carpet
>for some reason you aren’t convinced Oxy-Clean will get that shit out

>>2559848
>Alien fuckface = 1, Billy Mays = 0
>"I don't really know, but I think it probably came from that ship... Twilight, I'm really sorry about that but we gotta move right now, I don't want to assume that thing was alone. Do you know if you can get us to town with your magic?
>"Maybe, I'll try to concentrate over this ringing... my ears really hurt..."
>"Wait, I just need to grab a couple things, it'll take just a second"
>you rush to your safe room
>you glaze over your small collection
>small to you anyhow
>you get that familiar feeling of “girl in front of walk in closet trying to choose outfit for important date” you keep getting whenever you can’t bring everything that you want to bring
>you decide to bring your go-to “shit that will fuck you up” guns

>>2559858
>Mossber 590A1, slung
>SR-15, one point sling over that
>you bet your ass you're taking the CZ 550 in 450 Rigby
>you're strap away from transforming into a Square Enix character, fucking rifle sling mess is starting to look like bondage
>you start shoving a VLTOR 10mm Bren Ten in your belt, along with a S&W 29 in .44 Mag when Twilight walks in
>"what's taking you so lon-
>too busy to reply, you grab your Savage 110BA in .338LM, propping it up against the wall while you fill a duffel bag full of hundreds and hundreds of rounds of 5.56x45 77gr OTM with cannelure on stripper clips, boxes and boxes of 000 2 3/4" federal plated (full power stuff, not the reduced recoil loads) and slugs, more Hornady Crit Duty for your Glock and TAP .308 for the Fort rifle, Double Tap 200gr Gold Dots for the Bren Ten, 300gr JSPs for the 44 mag, a hundred rounds of 500gr brass solids for the 450 Rigby and those 300 gr Berger VLDs for the 338 that you handloaded, topping it all off with spare magazines by the dozen for everything that's fed that way
>"can you still transport us now?" you finally say, wearing and holding probably over 100lbs of guns and ammo
>"Just... Wha? Do all you hooman explorers and scientists have this kind of weaponry?"
>"Twilight, we should probably talk about that later..." you say, giving the bulk of your collection that’s still in your safe room a mournful, sorry look as you lock the room up again
>you mumble farewell to the rest of your guns, telling them you’ll be back for them very soon
>she gives you this "my brain is so full of fuck" look
>with that, you feel a familiar clap and flash of light

So have you fags written any yuri romance stories?

>>2559872
Is this nigga going for the longest chain post in AiE history?

>>2559910
>yuri

Die in a fire.

As for lesbian romance, I've seen it done, I just don't remember who made it.

>>2559980
>not calling it yuri

Fuck your shit, I do what I want.

If you remember, fuck me I'll probably already be gone.

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>>2559968

it's dead, and he/she is giving you something to read.

>>2559968
If he is he has quite a ways to go since one thread was nearly consumed by a Tyko wall. Tyko's final chapter of his first story took, I think, 60 to 80% of the thread.

>>2559968
That's all I got, actually.

Maybe in a few weeks or something when I've written more, I'll chain post the likes of which none of y'all have ever seen.

>>2559910

Last time I checked, MLP FiM wasn't anime.

>>2560021
It's american cute girls doing cute things, but horses. It's close enough.

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who wants the introduction to Apachepilot in Equestria?
i dont give a shit you're getting it anyways
“Warbird 6, Warbid Actual. Commencing patrol of sector Alpha Yankee 770650, over.”
>”Roger that Warbird 6, proceed with patrol and engage any targets of opportunity.”
“Roger Dodger. Look alive on that 30mm Goose, keep an eye on the thermal.”
>”Yeah you do your job I’ll do mine Anonymous.”
>You banked your Apache left and began flying between the mountains of Afghanistan.
>”So far so good, nothing on thermal.”
“Just flying casual at 300 feet. High speed low drag.”
>Banking right, you swung around the next mountain, following a stream below you.
>As you did, all of your gauges went dark.
“Whoa.”
>”Whoa indeed, everything just went dark up here.”
“Same back here.”
>”Did we just get EMP’d?”
“No, we’d be crashing if we did. All controls seem normal. Keep an eye out for insurgents, I’m going to hover for a bit and see if things resituate.”
>”Don’t sit here too long, I don’t like being a sitting duck.”
“You have to use the duck analogy.”
>Pulling back on the stick, you raised the nose up and slowly brought the chopper to a halt, hovering above the river.
>The sun’s rays seemed to intensify, making it almost impossible to see despite your tinted visor.
>From the pocket on your flight suit, you donned a pair of aviator sunglasses underneath your visor, but the light continued to brighten.
>You realized it wasn’t coming from the sun, rather, what seemed to be an alien fire enveloping the entire chopper.
>Your eyes were forced shut, and instantly, the light faded.
1/5?

>>2560006
Darn. Seeing Tyko's record smashed woulda been cool.
>>2559991
>implying I have a problem with him posting so much

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>>2560006

82 posts. God damn, dude. It's not a Tyko wall, but fuck. Try just posting the current installment, but have an opening post linking to your pastebin so people can catch up that way. Not really complaining right now though, seeing as the thread is usually dead as FUCK this time of night, but posting like this really shouldn't be a regular thing.

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>>2560055
>When you opened your eyes, a vast, desolate desert had replaced the mountains you had been zipping through moments ago.
“We aren’t in Kansas anymore.”
>”Clever, you think that up all by yourself?”
“I’m going to set us down and take a look at our computer, there’s no way we’re getting back to base when we don’t even know where we are, and I don’t feel like burning fuel.”
>”Roger, 30 mike mike is responding, I’ll keep us covered best I can.”
>You circled around a spire, ensuring it was clear and set down on the hard desert floor.
>Once the engines were shut down, you cracked the canopy and looked around outside.
“Don’t move the gun if you don’t have to, don’t want our batteries to run dry out here.”
>Goose nodded, keeping a sharp look out as you climbed down from your bid and popped open the hatch that housed the computer.
>Everything seemed in working order…
>But that raised some obvious questions.
>What happened?
>What brought you here, and how were you going to get back?
>From behind you, a female voice spoke.
>”This is my warbird?”
>You drew your M9 sidearm and spun on you heel, sticking the barrel in… what the fuck is this thing?
“Whatever you are, this is my bird, not yours.”
>”I am Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings. I summoned this war bird from another dimension to aid me in the coming battle.”
“Well I’m sorry you’re highness but as I just stated, I’m the pilot of this bird, and you can’t have her.”
>”You wish to go home yes? Then you will do as I command.”
“Why would I, when we can just take to the skies and blow you all to bits?”
>From the spire, several black miniature horses swarmed out, and took to the skies around your chopper, and along the ground, blocking any escape.
2/x

>>2560055
You had me hooked at Apachepilot in Equestria. Please take all of my internets.

>>2560064
Yeah I won't be doing that too often. I just wrote up chapter 7 tonight, and felt like losing some more sleep.

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>>2560076
>”We control this airspace creature. You would do well to listen to me.”
>Another black horse… thing… changeling was it?
>It trotted up next to the queen, staring you down.
“We have the technology.”
>Without a second thought, you swung your arm and fired a single shot point blank in her guards face, killing him instantly.
>A green light wrapped around you and shoved you against the chopper, every muscle in your body tense.
>”Your machines will do little against the swarm. Get the other creature out of this machine!”
“Goose open fire!”
>The 30mm auto cannon came to life, sending several HE rounds down range before a green light yanked him from his seat and tossed him on the ground.
>Chrysalis floored him with a hoof, cracking a rib.
>”This will teach you.”
>She removed her hoof and watched as he scrambled away from her toward the chopper.
>Somehow keeping her spell on you, she cast another green light, this time in the form of an energy bolt.
>It went through Goose like he was soft butter.
>The queen let go of you so that you could run to his side and look over the damage to his body.
>He was dead; the bolt of energy had gone straight through his heart.
>You felt your M9 pulled away from you, but it was too late to do anything about it.
>“We are at an understanding then? If you don’t fly your machine for us, we will simply kill you.”
>You couldn’t stop the smirk that crept across your face.
“Goose was my gunner. Without him, my bird will be useless to you.”
>”Then you will teach my captain how to operate your weapons.”
>You looked up from your friend’s corpse to find an exact copy of him, down to the stitching on his flight suit.
3/x

>>2560055
>Look alive on that 30mm Goose
Confirmed for 12 year old who just watched Top Gun.

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>>2560103
>These things had no respect.
>You threw yourself at the copy of Goose, ready to kill every one of these creatures with your bare hands if need be.
>You were denied that chance, as another green light tossed you backwards.
>”If you refuse, we will take the information from your mind and then kill you, it makes little difference to us.”
>Wonderful, they could pick your brain, and quite literally.
>Or were they bluffing?
>At this point, it was safe to assume anything they said was true, considering the magic they seemed to have.
“Fine, I do this, and you send me home.”
>”If you betray us, I will see to it that you never see your home again. I am your only way back.”
>The Queen’s face was only inches from your own, and you felt a sudden headache, as if she was already probing your mind.
>You finally managed to stand, and waved over to the changeling that had assumed the form of Goose.
>You began pointing to the various devices.
“In short, aim with that, push the red button to fire, move the stick in the direction you want the turret to move.”
>”Goose” nodded, and climbed into the gunner’s seat.
4/5

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>>2560110
“When’s this ‘invasion’ your highness?”
>Did you really just call this bitch your highness?
>”It begins now. Do be kind and only destroy the guards only? They wear the golden armor, hard to miss. Especially watch out for that Shining Armor character, we don’t need him sending us off with that force field of his.”
>You climbed into the pilot seat of the Apache and started the bird up, sending sand flying all around you.
>”Can you hear me?”
>Somehow the queen had tapped into your headset, crafty little bitch.
>I’m in your head creature, not your headset. And I heard that.”
>Oops.
>”Remember, if you betray us, even in defeat, you will never see your home again. I will see to it.”
“Alright geez. Let’s get this over with shall we? I haven’t had chow yet.”
>The Apache lifted off the desert floor and into the air, quickly catching up with the advancing swarm.
“By the way, the name’s Anonymous, and if I’m going to blow shit up for you, I expect you to use it.”

5/5
Top Gun is awesome and i'm bad at making up names, deal with it mother fucker.

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>>2549620

Rune, what the fuck.

>>2560135
>5/5
>insta-sad

I'll be watching you closely for updates, R/T.

>>2560064
Here be pastebin, but yeah I won't be dumping that unless the thread is totally dead and we're like... A month from now or something.

http://pastebin.com/u/Equitech

Hey everyone, earlier I posted the prologue to my AiE story, Road to Redemption, I don't know if anyone read it, but It detailed Anon's backstory and got him to Equestria
I could use some feedback to help better my future continuation of the story.

If you missed it earlier it is on my pastebin
pastebin.com/u/latenightanon

hay guise

imma poast gda stoery noaw fer yur reddinsg anad eynjoinmant wihth yoer ieys

>Yet another day in Equestria
>It's been a long and sweaty day of construction
>Time to go home
>Time to wash away all this dirt and sweat
>You get home
>Close the door behind you and strip naked on your way to the bathroom
>You might be concerned about prying eyes, but you've got curtains and all your windows are closed
>You live alone, you can be naked in your house if you want
>You had this weird feeling you were forgetting something, though
>You shrug and turn on your MP3 player for some washin' music
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
>Oh baby. You're all clean.
>Step out of the shower, towel off
>Wrap towel into turban on head
>You step out into hallway, nude
>New song comes on MP3 player
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0I6mhZ5wMw
>Music is blaring out through the house
>You give no fucks and start singing along to it
>You're walking past the kitchen, headed for your room and...
>"O-oh goodness. *ahem* Anonymous?"
>oh
>fuck
>You turn your head to the sound of the voice
>Barry Fucking White, blaring through the house
>You, stark naked
>You forgot today was the day Princess Luna was going to come over to hang out
>She's getting an eyeful of your dick
>A smile creeps onto her face
>"Anonymous, if you wished to court us, you did not need to go to all this trouble."
>She bats her eyelashes
>"You could have merely asked."
>You don't sleep at all tonight

>>2560242
>Day 13 in Equestria
>Your arrival in this strange new land was a bit sudden for your liking, but with the help of Twilight and the gang, you got yourself set up with a nice pad and loads of dosh from Princess Celestia
>Something about "Dimensional Shift Compansation" or some such
>And now that your house was set up, you were ready to spend the first night in your expansive abode
>But first, you had one thing that you needed to do
>The one thing celebrated by all peoples of eons past
>You needed to take a gigantic shit
>And with that, you stride off to your custom made hygenic facilities
>Sans clothes, of course
>Clothes are for scrubs
>Your naked ass hits the toilet, and you let loose the few days of a vegitarian diet to its final resting place
>And you think
>You always liked to take some time to think while your body was off doing other things
>Besides, you were going to be here a while

>>2560266
>And then it hits you
>You were all alone
>You would probably never see another human again for as long as you live
>But were you really missing much?
>Most of humanity was scum anyway
>At least here in Equestria, you'd finally get the quiet lifestyle you had been longing for
>There wouldn't be any potheads here to stink up the entire nieghbourhood with their bad habits
>No shitty teenagers that didn't know how to turn down the volume of whatever crap they were listening to
>No broken homes across from you that kept arguing amongest themselves over what color to paint the walls
>But you were starting to miss the things you used to have back home
>Like your computer
>And your..friends...
>And your...family...
>You wouldn't see your mom again
>Or your sister...
>Or your older brother...
>Or your brother that was younger than your older brother...
>You were gonna miss them
>You let a few manly tears escape at that thought
>You see fluttershy come up to you, and you throw your hands around her neck to keep yourself steady
>You don't know why she was there, but your glad that she was

>>2560295
>"There there... Its alright..."
>She pats you on the back softly, but it does little to make you feel better
"No Fluttershy... Its not alright.."
>You look into her light blue eyes and you feel comfort in them
>"Oh? ...why not?"
"Well..because...I'll never see my family again..and..I'll never have any human contact..and..and.."
>Fluttershy covers your mouth with a hoof and wipe your tears away
>"And? You still have us..."
"But..I don't fluttershy...you're all just ponies.. and I'm the only human in the entire world.."
>"But, you can still talk to us.."
"Yes, talk, but I can never sing or dance, or connect, or love, or be loved.."
>"but Anon, we're here for you, and we'll always be here for you"
"Well, ya, I...suppose.."
>A moment of silence passes, and you and Fluttershy sit there, staring into each others eyes... her bueatiful light blue eyes...
"...Fluttershy?
>"yes anon?"
"will...will you always be there for me?"
"Yes...I will always be there for you"
"Th-thanks..fluttershy..."
>You take a moment to collect yourself, and slowly lift yourself from your sitting position
>Your legs feel numb from you leaning on them, so Fluttershy helps you to your bed
>You are about to lay down to sleep, but there is still one question burning in your mind
"Hey.. Fluttershy?"
>"Yes Anon?
"Why were you in my bathroom?"

>>2560348
>>2560266
>>2560295
oops foergut nema in nmae felad

tahts mia stoyr tenks fur tae reddigns of mae sttury wthi yuor eayballz

http://pastebin.com/u/Xzon
adn haers mua pestabnu

>>2560266
>>2560295
>>2560348
Pretty good grammar and spelling there, although considering it's your first chapter and it was so short, don't really have much to say about it. Keep writing, wait for us to actually be awake and active and post some moar.

>>2560348
>"Hey.. Fluttershy?"
>>"Yes Anon?
>"Why were you in my bathroom?"

HAHA! Nice. I laughed.

Bump then bed

>Sitting in Twilight's housebrary with mane 6.
"I notice this orgy is off to a slow start."
>Pull out bottle of whiskey.
Rainbow Dash: Fuck yeah, whiskey!
Apple Jack: Pour me some o' that, sugercube!
Pinkie Pie: Smells like mommy's kisses!
Twilight: I also enjoy whiskey, in moderation.
Fluttershy: I'll have some, too. If that's alright with you, that is...
Rarity: I prefer vodka.
>You smash the bottle over Rarity's whore face.
>The six of you rape her to pieces.
>The moral of this story is:
>Rarity is worst pone.
>Rarity liked vodka.
>Don't be like Rarity.

Good night

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>>2560426
Other than the fact I rustled my own jimmies deciphering that particular post without so much as realizing it that looked pretty good. Do some more when you have the time.

>>2559872
Any of you fine young chaps care to redirect me to this guy's pastebin? Or anyone with similar material.

>>2560750
http://pastebin.com/u/Equitech
Simple enough.
Ok, bed for real now.
I guess another one shout couldn't hurt.

>Day 999 in Equestria.
>Hear a knock on the door.
>Open it.
>It's Fluttershy.
>Before she can speak, you grab her.
>You drop kick her in the taco.
>She goes flying over the horizon.
>She's probably dead.
>Today was a good day.

>>2560793
Shit. Should've tried that. Thanks bruh

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>>2560055
"high speed low drag"

>>2559872
Last post for the night, then it's off to sleepOh god why am I still up?
Very original story there, I like the humor you're giving it, and any story where anon is nice to pinkie, is a nice story for me.

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Thread bumping repost time

>Morning time. Going to be a great day.
>Birds are singing, delicious breakfast muffin, you’re going to make an appearance at the hospital your Scoots is volunteering at, and somep0ny’s knocking on your door.
>Wait? What?
>You weren’t expecting visitors.
>You let your breakfast tag along as you open the door to see a grey pegasus with googly eyes.
>Ok, just mail, cool.
>”Ya got a package!” Derpy enthusiastically proclaims as she holds up a brown paper wrapped item.
>She hands it over and you look at it with one hand.... It’s addressed to Cheerilee.
>”Um, Derpy?” you say.
>She’s chewing on a muffin.... wait, where’d your breakfast go.... damn it.
>You carry on anyway. “This is for Cheerilee.... she doesn’t live her anymore.”
>Derpy taps the muffin to her chin in thought. “Ooooooooh yeah. Awh, I just came from there too.” She says as her body slumps.
>You sigh. “That’s ok. I can take it to her for you.”
>Derpy perks back up. “Thanks.” And away she goes, your muffin in tow.
>If she wasn’t so enthusiastic and adorable, you’d be a little pissed.

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>>2561374

>You tuck the package under your arm and make your way out.
>Cheerilee’s place isn’t too far.
>You’ve been meaning to see how she’s been and this is the perfect excuse.
>You knock and she answers. “Oh, hello Anon... what are you doing here?”
>You hold out the parcel and give a smile. “The mail-mare accidentally sent this to my place... It’s yours.”
>She sees it and looks down, shaking her head. “Oh, no. That’s actually yours, I got it for you a while ago and it must have just arrived.”
>Oh man, that feels bad. She got you a present while you were still dating.
>She insists you open it up. Inside is a book. A cookbook to be more precise. A Griffon cookbook with fish recipes to be exact.
>She looks up at you and shrugs with a smile. “I know you said you haven’t had meat... fish in a long time and I thought this would help. I mean, most p0nies will think it’s weird.... Fish is just otter food and all.”

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>>2561391

>”Thank you,” You say as you flip through the pages. “These look great.”
>There’s a bit of awkward silence. You break it, “So, how are things with you and Big Mac?”
>She smiles, “Oh, we’re doing very well, thank you. I had forgotten just how sweet he was.” Her next question catches you off guard, “Have you and Applejack made it official yet?”
>Mac must have told her.... “Oh, no, not yet. I still need to...”
>She cuts you off. “If you start getting all depressed on me, I’ll have Mac... what did you call it? ‘Beat some sense’ into you again.” She says with a wink. “Besides, I think you, me, Mac, and Applejack should go on a double date sometime.”
>”But Miss Cheerilee,” You say. “You and me aren’t dating anymore.”
>She’s stone faced for a moment before bursting into laughter. “That was bad...”
>You shrug, “hey, you were the one that first mentioned they liked to ‘keep it in the family’.... Please don’t tell Mac.”

>>2561399

>That was nice. Before you need to leave, she tells you that she’s not entirely forgiven you, but enough to at least try to be friends.
>Yeah, lost a muffin, but got a friend.
>You make your way over to the P0nyville hospital.
>Not an unfamiliar place. Friendly enough staff from what you’ve seen.
>Scootaloo’s waiting out front chatting with a nurse. As you get closer, you over hear a bit of their conversation.
>”...I know,” the nurse says, “But Cloudy Smiles just got out of surgery this morning and I’m sure she could use you.”
>Scootaloo frowns and nods. “He’ll understand, I’ll find something for him...” She sees you and waves. “Dad, you came.”
>You hold out your arms like the cocky bastard you can be in the right moods. “Was there a doubt?”
>She laughs and gives you a hug. “Um, something kind of came up.... They had to remove one of the filly’s wings last night.”
>How fucking horrifying.
>”So, if you don’t want to, you can do this another time. Otherwise, it’ll just be you with the kids.” She says with a frown.
>You ruffle her mane, “Hey, I put up with you enough, they should be a piece of cake.”
>You give a wink as the nurse, who calls herself Nurse Sweetheart, leads you inside.
>On your way, you figure you’d ask her. “So, don’t mean to pry, but why’s they have to remover that filly’s wings?”
>She frowns, “The bone structure in her wings were very weak. She’s been in full wing casts for at least 6 times while she was here alone.... This time there was an infection.” You don’t know what to say. “Sufficed to say, she’s not happy with it.”

>>2561408

>You’re even more proud of Scoots now. These poor kids need inspiration.
>Just before you get to the pediatric ward, you feel the need to ask something. “So aside from medical stuff, what all do you do here?”
>Medical stuff?
>I’m not a doctor brain.
>She smiles. “Well we also attempt to find homes for them. Sort of an adoption agency, or to help them find their special place.” She laughs. “I guess that’s why Scootaloo was so happy to help.”
>She opens the door for you and you enter a room full of young p0nies.
>Oh that’s nice, the nurse didn’t follow you in and closed the door behind you.
>Suddenly, you’re swarmed.
>Cuteness ambush!
>Some of them awkwardly hover around you, but most are just running around. Once you get them calmed, you can finally hear what they’re saying.
>”Wooooow, she was right! You must be Anon! Scootaloo’s told us about you!” A maroon colt shouts as he nearly nosedives into the floor.
>You find a spot on the floor and all the youngin’s huddle around you, some scale you. “Oh, hope she was kind.”
>Once again, they all talk at once, but you gather they’ve been told you’re the greatest thing ever.
>They’re all really sweet. But you notice something.... No Sunny Sprints, the little filly that you ran into after Scootaloo got hurt in the tornado.
>You wave down one of the less hyper ones, “Is Sunny Sprints around?” Maybe she got adopted already?
>The filly scrunches her face. “She was gonna meet with a mommy today, but when she came back, she went to her sad place.”
>Uh-oh. “Where’s her ‘sad place’?” You ask.
>The filly shrugs. “I dunno,” and runs out.

>>2561412

>Hmmmm, you manage to break away after a few hours and wander the halls.... Recon sense tingling.
>Your eyes are drawn to a ventilation duct. A cart sits under it, but a strange scratch on the wall just beneath the duct catches your attention.
>Rear hoof, young filly, light weight... pegasus.
>You give the vent a tug and it gives way easily.
>The hunt is on.
>You track down a janitor. PonInt. P0ny Intel, get info from the locals.
>You ask where the vents lead. After a few odd looks, he tells you they all lead to the cyclone chamber. A large unit on the roof that uses a repeating cyclone blahblah air conditioning blahblah.
>You thank him and head to the roof.
>The chamber thing looks pretty big. You easily open the unlocked door.
>Security? What’s that? Also, why’s there no cyclone thing?
>Yup, there she is, still has the noticable deformed wing.. She jumps when she sees you, then gets REALLY confused. “Aren’t you Scootaloo’s dad?”
>”Indeed I am,” You say with a smile. Hell, this thing’s so big, you can even stand in it. “I was helping out today and you weren’t around. Wanted to say ‘hi’ and all and thank you for helping my daughter.”
>She shrugs and looks away from you. “She’s super lucky to have a dad....”
>You close the door behind you and sit across from her. “Eh, other way around.... I take it something’s wrong? One of the kids said you went to your ‘sad place’.”
>She nods. “I was s’possed to meet a mom today, but I guess she didn’t want me.”

>>2561415

>Oh man, that’s horrible. “So what?” You say, “Her loss then.”
>She sniffles. “You don’t even know me...”
>Well, she got you there. “Ok then, tell me about yourself... First off, why do you come here when you’re sad?”
>She gives a shrug, eyes locked on the floor grates. “It’s the only place I can fly... be normal.”
>You cock your head to the side. “What do you mean?”
>Just as you finish, you hear a mechanical whirring. Sunny hops up and runs to the center without a word, you can almost see a smile on her little face.
>Suddenly, the air whips around you and a small cyclone forms from the floor.
>Sunny rises into the air, her face one of pure joy.
>She just hovers there, off the ground. The closest she’ll ever come to flying.
>You watch in wonder how something seemingly so mundane is the greatest thing she’s ever experienced.
>After a few minutes, the cyclone winds down and Sunny drifts back to the ground.

>>2561432

>You nod to her. “That was pretty cool.”
>She jumps, she must have forgotten you were there.
>You fix your wind swept hair and smile at her.
>Apparently, this was the third attempt to find a family. Every other time ended the same.
>She’s gotten to the point she’s given up... Makes you wonder what would have happened to Scootaloo if you hadn’t come around.... Fortunately, The Factory’s no more.
>”Didn’t you say Scootaloo taught you you didn’t have to fly to be special?”
>”Yeah,” She says “.... but maybe I need to fly to be loved.”
>”Hey, I promise you I’ll help you find a home.” You say as you get up.
>She just looks at you, unconvinced.
>”Hey, do you KNOW who I am? I am a knight. I give you my royal word I will find you a family.” Hell, that got a giggle out of her, probably at your expense at how goofy that sounded, but whatever.
>Now come on, your friends are waiting for you.

>>2561443

>You drop Sunny off at the ward.
>You kind of consider taking her in yourself.... No, one daughter is enough for you right now.
>You’re snapped out of your little trance by the shout of. “INCOMING!”
>You throw a hand up and snatch the would be projectile from the air.
>You swing it around and brandish it menacingly, turning your would be weapon to be used against you into YOUR weapon... also it’s a mop.
>You hear cackling and see a familiar all red pegasus. “Good to see you still retained SOME reflexes in civilian life Anon.”
>You squint. “Want to test my reflexes Flare Runner? Then let’s go! Right here, come on.” You strike a combat pose.
>The hushed murmurs of the assembled p0nies makes you laugh.
>Um...” You say as you put the mop down. “They don’t know that’s just our thing.”
>If she wasn’t all red, she’d probably be blushing. “Uh, yeah. It’s cool.... We’re old friends.”
>You pat her on the back. “What the hell are you doing here?”
>”Well,” She starts as you fall in line next to her as she walks down the hall. “My husband and I want kids... we can’t go the natural route.” Husband? What? She continues as you try to process. “We heard there was a podunk place called P0nyville that had something set up and I thought I’d check it out.”
>Still computing.
>”Husband? I thought you were a dyke?” You blurt out, making a couple of nurses give you dirty looks.
>Flare Runner scoffs. “Yeah, so did I... But Gudrik’s a hell of a guy.”
>Computes even less. “Whoa whoa.... GRIFFIN Gudrik?”
>She kicks you in the knee. “Don’t give me a lecture on interspecies relationships.” More dirty looks from nurses.
>You two laugh down the halls.

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>”So why adoption? Very noble of you.” you say as you two approach an administrative thing for her to fill out papers.
>She fills the forms and doesn’t even look at you. “Well, I served with a sappy bastard with an adopted kid. He always talked about how great his daughter was and how proud he was. Very inspirational stuff.”
>”I’m sure he was telling you lies.” Scootaloo says as she comes around the corner, smiling.
>”Hey Scoot’s this is Flare Runner, one of your dad’s old war buddies.” You say introducing them.
>”So this is the famous Scootaloo,” Flare Runner says with great enthusiasm.
>Scoots chuckles. “So he talked about me huh?”
>Flare Runner scoffs. “He wouldn’t stop. You were just the greatest thing in his life.”
>You walk between the two. “Yeah yeah yeah, we can fluff each other later.” You wink to Scootaloo. “Flare Runner’s interested in adopting. I was thinking of introducing her to Sunny Sprints? Then later, we’ll get with Applejack and get dinner or something.”
>Scootaloo smiles widely and the three of you head off.

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>>2561450
Monitoring