A Step Every Which Way is a Mistake pt 1 A Step Every Which Way is a MistakePart 1: Eight PagesI don't know how long I've been staring at that light up there. My neck hurts…or, well, it should anyway, if I had one of those. See, most people describe some kind of pleasant, dark, warm tunnel with a light at the end when they have a near-death experience. I was having one of those, only, I think, I got too close and they couldn't pull me back. When I couldn't feel myself anymore, I knew I was dead, but, I entered the tunnel at a bad angle. I can't move. The light is above me instead of in front of me, diagonally. The pleasant feelings of the tunnel have left me—I've been
=== "Yes...go and spread my chaos. Make Equestria fear me again..." A dark blue earth pony squinted as his vision came into focus through the blurriness. He blinked and shook his head. Where was he? What was he doing? WHO was he? Another pony, done up in Lunar garb, looked up at him from his solemn, downturned facing position. "I didn't see you get on." he said. The earth pony tried to speak but couldn't seem to be able to feel his throat. "Hmph, can't speak, huh? I'm guessing the Empire cursed you with silence?" the other pony said. A loud BUMP resounded. Looking around, the earth pony noticed that he seemed to be in an armored vehicle of so
!!! The grand doors of the old Canterlot Palace throne room slammed shut, closing out the sounds of the huge battle outside. When the bronies arrived, they changed everything. Even though not all of them brought this, on purpose at least, the blame could be placed nowhere else.Three ponies had stormed into the large, lavishly-decorated throne room. One dressed in the battledress of the New Lunar Republic, the second a tall, white-and-pink alicorn, the third...something was different about them. All of them, save the mysterious one, had mysterious human-shaped auras projecting themselves around the ponies' bodies. "Seal the doors, Cinnamon. I do
MLP The A-Mare-ican Dream: The Blue Star Highway Part 2: The Blue Star Highway "HERSHEY, WAKE UP!" a female voice yelled as his bed was met with a nice swift buck enough to knock the apples off a whole grove. "Agh!" the light blue colt said, falling onto the cold, hard floor of the ruined building called a hotel. "Choco, you only called me once!" he said, rubbing the back of his head and recovering his hat. Yes, he sleeps with it on. "What are you talking about?" Choco said. "I've been screaming all morning." "No you have not." "Uh, yeah, whatever cous, you're showing me about that cart of yours, mmk, cowboy?" she said, quickly packing all of her things and making for the door. Wow it
??? The grand doors of the newly-constructed palace throne room slammed shut, closing out the sounds of the huge battle outside. When the bronies arrived, they ruined everything. Even though not all of them did this, the blame can be placed nowhere else.Three ponies had stormed into the large, lavishly-decorated throne room. Two of them were in Equestrian battledress, the third...something was different about them. "Barricade the doors, Colonel. I don't want any interruptions." the uniformed Earth Pony general said to his subordinate. He also had a weird, barely visible aura around him, looked like a human almost. "Yes, sir!" the also-uniformed
MLP The A-Mare-ican Dream: World of Oppurtunity "Well, I guess this is it." A light blue Earth Pony said, looking upon a large, pulsing, blue portal. Ever since they appeared two years ago, life's been so different around Equestria. OK, well, not really IN Equestria, but they opened up a lot of opportunities. A whole land full of them, no, a world of sorts. A WORLD of opportunity it was being called. This colt had no other choice but to take it. His family was broke. He sighed and cracked his neck, gathering up a small wooden pull-cart that was sitting behind him. Just before going into the portal, he took one last glance over his shoulder at Equestria. If he was ever going to come back,
My Version of the GreenPunk Manifesto Abridged All examples are in the descriptionGreenPunk- Where other PunkPunk genres have their romanticized time periods from the long past or far future, GreenPunk is the romanticized 2000-2010's, maybe 2020's. Oil should be gone or seen as evil and an antiquated fuel source of the old world, and the main power sources should be Hydrogen, Wind, Solar, Bio-fuel, or a combination of them and some lesser known Alt Energy sources on steroids, not counting Nuclear and Ethanol (Nuclear has its own genre and doesn't really fit the overall theme, and Ethanol, aside from my personal grudge against it taking over the American Alt Energy mindset for a bit, i
OCInsert-Elements of Dischord2 My Little Pony OC Insert: The Elements of Dischord- Part 2 "Disarray"Ponyville was in chaos. Attack? War? It hadn't even happened yet and the horrible reality was already setting in on the town. It was an absolute panic as some ponies were scrambling to leave the city, and others had decided to stay behind and help the Guard prepare for the storm, whom were also scrambling and scared.The Town Square of Ponyville was being used as a staging ground. The tension was the worst here. The smartest, strongest ponies in Equestria found themselves dumbstruck and frazzled. Few, if any, of these ponies had ever seen combat outside of training, and m
MLP- The Story of the King 0 My Little Pony: The Story of the Forever King -Prologue {Christian Story Warning: if you do not like Christian-directed stories please turn away} "Thousands o* years a*o, even b$fore our Princess Celestia, *&$^@ onc# w$s a gr#$t a+d pow*r*ful pony named -----. He was both ---- a^d ------ at th# same time, just an Earth Pony, yet he was more. He lived @t a t&me much different than our world today: constantly was ^ %#$$& h^te and s*ffer*ng. H- loved his subj#cts very much, and many o% th%m loved him back. H% came to save th- w8rl@ th$ough h*@ l*&* and t@&!^$*&^%, and evil fled fr(illegible). However, a great many also hat%d him and feared
Minecraft- The Corrib Isles 1 Welcome to Crafting Frontiers™ Electronic Journal PDAMinecraftia Date (data corrupt)Journal of 'Cebo Delarosa'Entry: 1Location: Unknown Well…let me just say that that was a really unpleasant plane ride. Why? It crashed halfway through, that's –data corrupt- why. We were five days into flying, and the pilot tells us that there's some engine troubles. Redstone engines aren't the most reliable, I know, but a Crafting Frontiers one? Those NEVER break, I know, I helped build several; if those get any problems at all, it's a big deal. I offered to help but, of course, they send in the Glowstone Scientist in our group becau
Fandom Wars- Into the Gold Age Fandom Wars- Epilogue"…………………………………………"- UNSSR Emergency Broadcast SystemEastern Ponsylvania, Trotegheny Mountains- area formerly known as Hughesville, Pennsylvania Nothing much was left really of the old world. Where there had once been tall metal skylines were now just clear blue skies and the peaks of the Trotegheny Mountains. A few towns had sprung up, but instead of the coming and going of cars was the quiet clip-clopping of ponies' hooves going to work at civilizing this newfound frontier. It had been about seven or eight years since the Fandom Wars
Minecraft- Corrib Isles Day 0 Minecraft- The Corrib Isles: Day 0Welcome to Crafting Frontiers™ Electronic Journal PDAMinecraftia Date (data corrupt)Journal of 'Cebo Delarosa'Entry: 0Location: Crafting Frontiers HQWell, here I am. Typing into this redstone journal. As if anyone will ever read this, but, my name's Cebo, Delarosa Cebo, 18 years of age, and Redstone Engineer to the stars. Dad said I should start keeping a journal to keep my mind busy when it's too dangerous to work outside at night. Sigh, anyway, I just got a job in this new island-continent they found 'Terra Nova', some Skeleton-infested rock in the Southern Oceans. They want me to use my
Fandom Wars- End of Time Fandom Wars- The End of Time"While we acknowledge what the Anime and Furry factions are doing to the Bronies is wrong and inhumane, it must be realized that the Herd is a standing and outright threat to the United Nations' peoples, or what is left of it. We need to realize, now or never, that their yet unknown tactics of psychological warfare are extremely dangerous and effective, as can be seen by the Herd's exponential growth in the past several months through what they claimed to be refugee aid operations, let alone the several years they had been growing in number somehow out of our sight. Allowing them to gain more power merely because
Fandom Wars- The Process Fandom Wars- The Process It was a horrible feeling. It was wet, it was cold, and he could feel his whole form shaking uncontrollably. The liquid around his form began draining and a Plexiglas door swung open, throwing him onto the floor as his spasms calmed down and air could flow back into his lungs. He gasped for air and reached what he thought was his arm up to find something to support himself. He felt a cold metal bar against his palm and attempted to grab it, but found couldn’t feel or move his fingers. He couldn’t right remember everything either…who was he again? Relative. Right. Captain Relative. What happened&
OC Insert-Elements of Discord Warning: This is a fanficiton within another fanfiction. For the original story, see the link in the Artist's comments. Pio's information is also in the comments)Elements of Discord- Pio Neero, Royal Equestrian Intelligence AgentThe skies were dark in the area around Ponyville. The super storm from earlier wasn't natural. Couldn't be natural. Scans picked up some mighty heavy magic signatures emanating from the clouds, but It didn't seem to match any known algorithms that existed within Equestria- for that matter, any country or nation known even by the crown! The Observers, essentially Equestria's spies, were clandestinely dis
Wars of Fandom "Well you see, it's the signals they um...they kind of get messed up when they go through the dimensional rifts. It can turn the most basic 'Hi!' note into a detailed order to take over the world and how to do it. With these ridiculous fan-wars, there's really no telling what could really happen."It's pretty common knowledge that fandoms exist for basically everything. It became even more common knowledge when the Rifts started to open. The Rifts were pockets of dimensional tears that concentrated themselves particularly in areas where fandoms had so much power that it was decided by some overlying force of nature and metaphysics to actuall
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