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May
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'Ask me anything' as a compound noun implies a period of time where I'm not willing to be questioned · 7:55am May 11th, 2013

I've pinged all my fics because archonix did it. Feel free to direct all expressions of hatred to the appropriate authorities.

Also, check the Pony Fiction Vault interview for Solace if you're interested in more vague, authorial questions; I'll gladly elaborate on any point if you wish.

I never asked for answers when I was younger because they were so much easier to give than take.

This is the kind of sentence, of course, that people make up to be quoted. It never works, but what I'm saying right now is meta enough that it will be the thing I'm going to say people won't quote because the application of false modesty to oneself is a great way to make people think you're humble and in doing so ensure that you have a reason to suggest that you are in fact denigrating yourself with false accusations of conceitedness. I could continue this paragraph, but in truth I'm only doing so in a clever attempt to provide a soft segue into the next sentence - and what better goal could exist for a humble sentence but a seamless segue?

In any case, I love and have always loved being asked questions and always will; feel free to ask anything you wish.


Pictured: Me.

(Yes, Pashoo, I'm still looking for an answer.)

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If answers were so easy for you to give, how is that a reason for never having asked for questions?

1069776
You magnificent bastard.

Fixed*. :trixieshiftright:

*after five revisions d'oh

1069778
Pfft, saw 3/5 of them and kept wanting to criticize. And you thought people weren't going to quote it just because you made it up to sound quotable.

As for an actual question… I don't recall you ever having mentioned your general attitude towards your followers/the fact of your popularity (though I imagine you have, and it's just buried under the mounds of things you off-handedly mention in your blogs as you make this or that parodic self-inflating statement as a tangent to your point). Care to share?

Is the answer to this question: no?

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I pretend not to care so I can.

Seriously, though, the followers I care about having are the ones whose names I have in my head. My mother interrogates me on occasion about the amount of followers I have in relation to Aegis Shield's (because she's Chinese), but I'm otherwise unconcerned; after all, if they're not commenting or speaking with me or poking their praise-dicks about reluctant authorial lips they're numbers on a page.

Not that I don't like numbers on a page. I really, really like numbers and their locations upon specific pages.

(That being said, I've only so far been unfollowed by two people of subjective importance - should I say 'ponies', given as they're both otherkin? - and I suppose that the feeling I felt for both unfollows was more a mild amusement than anything. I guess I really do have no love for anyone although I assure you I'd be devastated if your name were to flee from my list.)

the fact of your popularity

I once felt rather disturbed by the fact that I lay a lot more spotlight and feedback on other people than they do on me, but I figured rather quickly that I was only a capitalist in pecuniary terms: I suppose getting people to read good stories is a good enough justification for me.

Also wait, I'm popular? That's some bloody news right there. :twilightoops:

1069785
No.

Can you teach me how to mock effectively? Who is that handsome man?

And will Twilight ever get laid?

Serious question too: what, if anything, do you hope to achieve with your writing?

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Also wait, I'm popular? That's some bloody news right there. :twilightoops:

Well, I suppose I was speaking comparatively. 319 followers seems an awful lot to someone like me, and you seem at least moderately respected/well connected. Though… now that I actually think about it, none of my FimFic acquaintances have ever had a good thing to say about you, for whatever reason. But hey. Still love ya.

* What do you like best about penises?

* When you read the words, "a fictional character," who is the FIRST character who comes to mind?

* In the distant year 2013, PC gaming has been eliminated from the face of the universe. Select any console, past or present. Whichever one you choose will be the only one you can play for life.

* What is your absolute favorite area of study?

* Which pony, if any, do you most identify with?

* What is the most noble human pursuit?

* Who wants ice cream?

* What is the question you wished someone had asked but no one did?

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Can you teach me how to mock effectively?

You have to find something worth mocking.

Who is that handsome man?

I'm unsure to what you're referring, and I fear I'd make an unfunny joke without an appropriate point of reference. Feel free to enlighten me. :rainbowderp:

And will Twilight ever get laid?

That would spoil the story, wouldn't it?

what, if anything, do you hope to achieve with your writing?

I want my written ideas to cause the deaths of at least ten million people.

I'd settle just as well for the saving of a single one.

Quotables aside (I'm a licensed franchise of Aalewis Quoteforging Enterprises Pvt. Ltd., check it), I want to make anybody happy who's worth happiness. That has been my goal from the start and I believe I have kept that goal throughout.

(Guess worthiness' criterion.)

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319

320 right before your first comment, in fact. How fame fleets.

none of my FimFic acquaintances have ever had a good thing to say about you, for whatever reason.

Any feedback is good feedback. I literally get a tingle in my loins every time I see something that somebody's said something about me or my writing, good or bad, because while I might have the benefit of positive feedback from people who give it to my face the feedback given with the expectation I won't read it is often the most arousing of all.

Goddamn.

I think I've got a problem. :facehoof:

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the feedback given with the expectation I won't read it is often the most arousing of all.

Oh, it's mostly just "he's an ass" this and "young or not, she needs to grow the hell up" that. Your issues with Sorren causing a headache for D and such. Nothing I should think would be all that loin-tinglingly interesting.

Guess worthiness' criterion.

Possessed of the capacity to enjoy your work in the first place?

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* What do you like best about penises?

I'm trying to come up with something that doesn't make me look like a masculist, but can one truly choose between the hypostases of the Trinity?

That being said, they do smell very nice. My aunt once asked me what she smelt like and, I, to translate from the creole, said 'you smell like an [unwashed] penis'; the comparison would continue to be held up as an example of my breathtaking frankness for years after, but I was just trying to be nice.

She really just smelt like she'd been washed.

(This is sacrilege, of course; after all, we all know the only cleaning-fluid penises need is saliva.)

* When you read the words, "a fictional character," who is the FIRST character who comes to mind?

Jean Baudrillard.

Hey, I was scrambling for a name and you didn't specify if the character itself had to be fictional. It's weird being asked what the first thing to come to mind is ever because looking for something in my head brings up a thousand concepts just barely out of my reach all at once, there and I know what they are but I have to pull them out before I really do know.

I looked at a Pinkie Pie smilie right after I finished writing that and I thought 'China', but since I wasn't thinking of the Axis Powers Hetalia character I'm going for Pinkie Pie - but then again, I looked over Dash's face and never thought of the character in anything but that same subsurface way. Does that count? :derpyderp2:

* In the distant year 2013, PC gaming has been eliminated from the face of the universe. Select any console, past or present. Whichever one you choose will be the only one you can play for life.

Never shall my hands lie upon the muddied roots of my disgraceful childhood; in my ascent have I embraced the ways of the PC, and in my descent I will hold: for it is better that the Master Race live on only in memory than befoul its followers with the console-borne death.

* What is your absolute favorite area of study?

People. :yay:

* Which pony, if any, do you most identify with?

Pinkie Pie. :pinkiehappy:

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* What is the most noble human pursuit?

The happiness of the worthy. :pinkiesmile:

* Who wants ice cream?

Too filled with macadamia nuts to answer. :eeyup:

* What is the question you wished someone had asked but no one did?

>past tense

i.imgur.com/oqp55Tu.gif

That being said, I'm pretty sure I'd like to be interrogated on politics and social pretence and stuff. I've got a lot to say about those goddamned liberals, I'll tell you right now.

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young or not, she needs to grow the hell up

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(Not even one 'she's a fucking sadistic cunt', though? You need better friends.)

Possessed of the capacity to enjoy your work in the first place?

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causing a headache for D

My writing's given him a headache? Sounds like karma to me. :duck:

sick burn

feel it

1069822

Feel free to enlighten me.

I can't, it's a throw-away line without meaning or purpose. :ajsmug:

(Guess worthiness' criterion.)

Activities liable to promote the desire for popcorn consumption?

(One of these days, Amit :ajsmug:)

Anyways:

*At what point in your life did you become self-aware? Do you regret this decision?

*Do you still have faith in humanity?

*Can you tell me what a haberdashery is without looking it up?

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I'm surprised no one's asked this yet.

*What end of the world-scenario would you prefer? Zombie apocalypse, nuclear war, the world's most intense stock market crash, or a secret fourth option?

Do you know anything, anything at all, about Italian politics, and if so, what are your opinions on it?

Alternatively, would you like a nice 400 word long paragraph ranting about Italian politics?

Considering the fact that what I'm studying right now-as in, actual data which I can trust-implies that hydrogen as a fuel alternative for the future is largely bullshit, what do you think the world will use as a fuel in the next 70 years?
(note; excluding any revolutionary new advances in the field, obviously).

Do you encrypt your notes? Please say yes :raritydespair:
If you do, could you talk about encryption and stuff?

I fucking loathe "war & peace". Good or bad thing?

Write what you know or know what you write?

I have never written/posted ponyfiction. Mainly due to time constraints, or at least I tell myself that.
(ideas/concepts are cheap and plentiful; implementation..........................isn't.)
Anyway, I want to but I have a motivational wall + procrastination in front of me.
Could you advise? :fluttercry:
If you do, my first fic will start: dedicated to Amit, may her penis be always turgid and his vagina always moist.

Did you read "The elegance of the hedgehog"? What did you think of it? Are you pleased or offended that I described it as "Like a novel written by stringing together Amit's blog posts"?

Your reactions to any major pop adventure stories: Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Ender's Game. Or Joseph Campbell. Contrast with War and Peace, Karl Knausgaard, Augusten Burroughs, or Proust. Thoughts on whether fiction as entertainment and adventure, and psychological fiction like the second list, are fundamentally different.

How come you write metafiction, but your favorites list is full of silly stuff?

Your thoughts on the French.

1070019 Do you still have faith in humanity?

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*At what point in your life did you become self-aware? Do you regret this decision?

I abruptly became much smarter when I was thirteen, and left school because they were a bunch of dumb cunts. I can't say I've regretted the decision since.

*Do you still have faith in humanity?

There's no need for that kind of pessimism. :twilightsmile:

*Can you tell me what a haberdashery is without looking it up?

I've never once felt that any of my strengths laid in remembering facts insofar as they are in explaining them.

All that being said, I think it's a hat-making place?

Looks like I've got it wrong. Oh well. :moustache:

*What end of the world-scenario would you prefer? Zombie apocalypse, nuclear war, the world's most intense stock market crash, or a secret fourth option?

Stock market crash. I'll buy that shit up.

1070103

Do you know anything, anything at all, about Italian politics, and if so, what are your opinions on it?

Conservatives suck and poor people are stupid. Is this news? :unsuresweetie:

Alternatively, would you like a nice 400 word long paragraph ranting about Italian politics?

Sure.

Considering the fact that what I'm studying right now-as in, actual data which I can trust-implies that hydrogen as a fuel alternative for the future is largely bullshit, what do you think the world will use as a fuel in the next 70 years?
(note; excluding any revolutionary new advances in the field, obviously).

I'm a writer, not a futurist.

I'm going with petroleum. :moustache:

Do you encrypt your notes? Please say yes
If you do, could you talk about encryption and stuff?

I don't know what a 'note' is and I've got no idea how to encrypt them, so I'm afraid not.

I fucking loathe "war & peace". Good or bad thing?

I can't rate your dislikes because I am a simple person and have never read War and Peace.

Write what you know or know what you write?

I write people. I'm not sure if I know anything about people, but I'll be fucked if I don't try.

I have never written/posted ponyfiction. Mainly due to time constraints, or at least I tell myself that.
(ideas/concepts are cheap and plentiful; implementation..........................isn't.)
Anyway, I want to but I have a motivational wall + procrastination in front of me.
Could you advise?

Open up Google Docs, look at the blank page and type an opener. If your idea is good and you're not dying, you should be able to push forwards from there.

ideas/concepts are cheap and plentiful

In addition: you lucky cunt. :twilightangry2:

If you do, my first fic will start: dedicated to Amit, may her penis be always turgid and his vagina always moist.

:rainbowlaugh:

1070142

Did you read "The elegance of the hedgehog"? What did you think of it?

No; I suppose I'll pick it up later if I can. The shop I get my books from has a French section, for some reason.

Are you pleased or offended that I described it as "Like a novel written by stringing together Amit's blog posts"?

I get tingly at any mention of myself, so I'm rather thrilled - after all, that implies my thoughts are worth publishing. :twilightsheepish:

Your reactions to any major pop adventure stories: Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Ender's Game. Or Joseph Campbell. Contrast with War and Peace, Karl Knausgaard, Augusten Burroughs, or Proust.

I couldn't read Lord of the Rings, Star Wars was dumb and I didn't watch any of it but I did read two books and the Encyclopaedia and I like Ender's Game and its series and I haven't read any of the others, presumably because they must be very boring.

Thoughts on whether fiction as entertainment and adventure, and psychological fiction like the second list, are fundamentally different.

They're words on paper and they've not incited a great deal of people to rise up and murder other people, so I suppose I can't say they're very different at all.

How come you write metafiction, but your favorites list is full of silly stuff?

I am a simple person marked by simple tastes. I like giggles and tickles and little shaves. :yay:

Your thoughts on the French.

I could go on on their awful exploitation-based economy and their rubbish union laws that ought to see the spoilt fucks bankrupt, but I can find a reason to hate everybody in the world for their own special reasons; I see no reason to pick specifically on the French. :eeyup:

In "getting laid", what was going through your mind in the luna chapter?

Btw, I have a list of things I will illustrate if I ever get really good at drawing... this has been added, how does it make you feel?

1070224

The conservative sucks and poor people are stupid. Is this news? :unsuresweetie:

Couldn't have said it better m'self.

I'm going with petroleum. :moustache:

pretty much, yeah.

I don't know what a 'note' is and I've got no idea how to encrypt them, so I'm afraid not.

thoughts you write to yourself about things you're thinking. Or a diary, that works too.

I fucking loathe "war & peace". Good or bad thing?

I can't rate your dislikes because I am a simple person and have never read War and Peace.

Srsly? I mean, I'm...astonished.
You're the closest thing fimfiction has to an intellectual and I...don't repute myself as being a learned person in the literary arts.
For hell's sake, I'm studying a degree in the STEM department! (Science, technology, engineering, and I dunno what else).
Although I do try to pick up a classic every once in a while, so there's that....
In any case, you haven't missed anything important.
The fucking book introduces a new character every three pages, to give you an idea of why I repute it crap.

ideas/concepts are cheap and plentiful

In addition: you lucky cunt. :twilightangry2:

This also surprised me. But in that case, if you have a dearth of ideas for stories.....hell's bell's, I'll give you ten right off the bat by thinking on the spot; also if anyone need any ideas, any ideas at all, they can just PM me and I will provide.

1)Human in Equestria. Considering the genre is stale, heavily maligned for good reasons, and people say it's been done to death, finding a good nugget of story is trivially easy.
1)a Case in point: have the human be an actual physical famous person, such as Obama or Lady Gaga or what have you. To see an example of this done right, read "The best of possible worlds"
1)a)I : Hitler in Equestria.
Hear me out, and that's an order.
The ponies would get his side of the story first, and the "truth" would gradually leak out from several horrified realizations.
Him going apeshit over Celestia would be amusing.
His OC draws itself: red earth pony, black moustache, swastika cutie mark.


2)Rarity decides that her previous try at seducing royalty failed for two reasons: scope & ambition.
She asks Twilight how to possibly start courting Celestia or Luna.
2)a)High difficulty: at the same time, Twilight is smitten with Luna, because she is everything Celestia is without having to confront her massive teacher complex.
And don't forget Spike's role in this :-P

3)Discord introduces mass produced crystal balls to Equestria.
They work exactly like computers; hence, the internet.
From an obscure imageboard, a new draconequus is born...

4)Blueblood snags the Alicorn Amulet. Nothing particularly exciting occurs.
4)a) his cutie mark is a moral compass.
4)a)High Difficulty: and Celestia has been foisting onto him all the really hard to make decisions of the kingdom, leading to him having a lot of serious but diplomatically resolvable grievances.
AND he's been cultivating a friendship with Rarity by pretending to know her only as "Miss Belle". No relation to the shrew who attacked him at the Gala.

5) Octavia and Lyra shipped with anything other than Vinyl Scratch and Bon bon. I beg of you.
Please.
5)a) realistic romance stories are almost unknown on this site. Make it so that there is another one, with all the awkwardness romance implies.


6)The CMC realize that all the time they wound up covered in sap....was because the tree are sentient. And they like what they see....
6)a)At the end Applebloom gets a "botanical bukkake" cutie mark.

7)You know all those stories about "tyrant celestia" "daymare sun" "Corona" etc?
Well, they were half right....Celestia's alter ego is Daydream Sun...and she's turned almost five centuries ago.
Nobody has realized this.
Nobody could have realized this, due to the massive glamour permeating her every action.
She's insane (which explains all the crap she puts Twilight/the mane six through) and she occasionally orders guards to kill themselves and their loved ones when she's bored.
Which they do, with a smile on their faces, convinced that it is a good thing.
Luna has just realized this/found this out (Celestia may or may not have told her outright).
Now she has to decide what to do.


8)Reverse human in equestria: Lyra's a great fan of a series of Tom Clancy like novels (also Bourne whatever undertones), which is a bit frowned upon considering how dark it is.
She finds herself on Earth, where the characters are actual people (as in, Kim Jong Il as antagonist, Obama as princess of Earth, etc etc.).
8)a)the books are written with an equestrian viewpoint in mind, so blacks, asians, hispanic etc are described as the human "races", and more.

9) After Celestia banished Luna to the moon, Chrysalis swooped in and conquered the country.
Ponies live in free range "towns" where they are shepherded for their love.
They're told it's a symbiotic relationship; it's not, it's a police state.
And now Nightmare Moon is coming.

10) Crackle the dragon has fallen in love with Spike.
She realized this a couple of weeks after she saw him (due to her...biology).
She decides to make him a harem by kidnapping random being and offering them to him.
(also Steven Magnet is Spike's father, and Spike IS a dragon, but....a river dragon, not a flying one.

Shit, I forgot to put in a question.
Ummm.....
I forgot if you ever submitted stuff to EQD; did you? did it get in ?

And as can be deduced from this comment, I'm bleeding concepts and ideas here.
Anybody is welcome to ask for more, although seriously:
Restrictions breed creativity;
and thus, I have too many ideas.
Ask, and ye shall receive.

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In "getting laid", what was going through your mind in the luna chapter?

Giggles and careful comparison with this. A great few elements would never have made themselves in if not for that screen. The WWII metaphor arose organically.

Btw, I have a list of things I will illustrate if I ever get really good at drawing... this has been added, how does it make you feel?

I'm not particularly sure? :rainbowderp:

1070670
May I have a better quality, actually readable greentext plz?

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thoughts you write to yourself about things you're thinking. Or a diary, that works too.

No. I have a Google Docs filled with unnamed documents, but they're not encrypted. I'd write more essays on my thoughts, but I figure my followers don't want to bother reading my banal opinions and so I don't bother noting them down; the closest I have is trolling on reddit.

Srsly? I mean, I'm...astonished.
You're the closest thing fimfiction has to an intellectual and I...don't repute myself as being a learned person in the literary arts.

I'm waiting until I learn Russian.

1)a)I : Hitler in Equestria.

I've actually written the introductory chapter to a story about a German tank commander in WWII appearing in Equestria and making friends with Fluttershy. I might finish that some time.

6)a)At the end Applebloom gets a "botanical bukkake" cutie mark.

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8)a)the books are written with an equestrian viewpoint in mind, so blacks, asians, hispanic etc are described as the human "races", and more.

That was a part of the second fic idea I ever had that I wrote a significant portion of; the other part was that MLP was just a supersimplification of Earth. It degraded into an MLP episode synopsis. Here's a fragment:

Once upon a time, in the scientific land of Homonia, there were two democratic siblings who ruled together, and created harmony for all the land.

Twilight had half a mind to chew her out. A war, and she was consuming children's entertainment. She clopped over to her, looking over her shoulder.

To do this, the eldest used her scientist powers to cause market booms. The younger brought out the bust to begin the recession. Thus, the two siblings maintained balance for their republic and its people, all the different kinds of people.

What in the name of Celestia are you doing, Major-General?”

“Field Marshal, ma’am!” she shouted, quickly correcting her seating position into a more pony-like fashion. “I didn’t see you there!”

But as time went on, the younger brother became resentful. The humans relished and invested in the inflation, but shunned and saved through his bountiful recession.

“What in the name of Celestia is this nonsense, Major-General? You’re spending your shift watching humans?” She didn’t know that they’d brought back that ridiculous filly show. “We just lost three companies in Luna!”

One fateful market cycle, the younger scientlete refused to stimulate lending to make way for the investment rush. The elder sister tried to reason with him, but the bitterness in the young one’s heart had transformed him into a wicked non-Keynesian economist of Republicanism: Nixon Reagan!

Even as she chewed the cowering Major-General out, she couldn’t help but listen to the narration. “It’s well-made!” she retorted. “You should see an episode, Marshal!”

He vowed that he would shroud the markets in eternal depression! Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful market manipulation tools known to mankind: the Investment Stimuli!

“I’d become the laughingstock of the Army, Major-General! As you rightly should be!” She looked disparagingly at the scroll that displayed the show. “What kind of name is that? ‘Nixon Reagan’?”

Using the science of the Investment Stimuli, she defeated the younger sister and banished her permanently to Otisville. The elder sister took on responsibility for both boom and bust.

“They’re human names! Come on, Marshal, loosen up a little.”

As much as she could hardly bear this silliness, she supposed that it couldn’t hurt. “I suppose I might as well get to know what kind of nonsense my staff gets up to.” She trotted over and sat alongside Lyra, who began watching her carefully for her reaction.

The camera pans out from the holographic interface, showing the face of a female Scientist human wearing a purple shirt. “And harmony,” she continues, “has been maintained in Homonia for generations since.” She hmms, looking closely at the book, hands tight on one of the pages. “Investment Stimuli. I know I’ve heard of those before! But where?”

Twilight snorted derisively. “Obviously in your heart, you stupid mule.”

“They say ‘dumbarse’.”

“What?”

“The humans, they say ‘dumbass’.” Lyra fidgeted somewhat uncomfortably, as if rather ashamed to know that bit of lore. “Not ‘mule’, because there aren’t any mules or ponies in their universe.”

“Oh, for the love of Celestia.”

My little human, my little human
Aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah

Lyra helped Twilight, giving names in sequence:

I used to wonder what friendship could be
until you all shared its science with me!

a Scientist human named Marie Curie,

Big adventure!

an Athlete human named Indiana Jones,

Tons of fun!

a Farmer human named Kim Jeong,

A beautiful heart

a Scientist named Calvin Klein,

faithful and strong,

a Farmer named Jimmy Carter,

sharing kindness,

an Athlete named Nightingale,

it’s an easy feat!
and science makes it all complete,

a robot—Lyra had to explain the concept to Twilight quickly—named HAL-9001,

you have My Little Humans
do you know you’re all my very best friends

and a Scientlete named Princess Franklin Roosevelt.

“They’re all mares except for the dragon, and the only one with an even slightly normal name is the penultimate one.”

“They say ‘women’.” She is quickly stopped from continuing by Twilight’s death glare. “Of course they’re female, it’s a filly’s show. And the last one’s full name is Florence Nightingale.”

“Could this be any more painful?”

Field Marshal Twilight Sparkle rubbed her face. Some bureaucratic mix-up—three entire companies had been wiped out by one of the Alicorn servitors, one of theirs—the troops couldn’t even count on their own people now. Perhaps five years ago, she would have had cried.

Five years ago. Nightmare Moon had returned five years ago, and the damned war was still going without end, burning damned thing it could find; Twilight's hooves slammed against the enchanted parchment showing her the news. They should have been out in one. The Lunar Republic was almost nothing, and the Celestial Principalities had the entire world in their grip.

Now, that little nation was killing troops by the thousands. Almost everyone wanted to go home—a shadow of the war cries in light of the chaos caused by the Return—but what would Celestia do? Allow the pretender Nightmare Moon to go about unchallenged? Admit defeat? Unthinkable. The Gryphic League would bash them against the rocks, and the aether lines would be built towards Stalliongrad. That would be unthinkable.

Twilight shook her head, turning around. No point ruminating, no point wallowing in lamentation.

As she trod on the metal floors, she heard some noises coming from the recreational alcove; she turned it to see Lyra, her mint-green body sitting unnaturally on the sofa, watching some sort of filly's show on the communications network.

Once upon a time, in the scientific land of Homonia, there were two democratic siblings who ruled together, and created harmony for all the land.

Twilight had half a mind to chew her out. A war, and she was consuming children's entertainment. She clopped over to her, looking over her shoulder.

To do this, the eldest used her scientist powers to cause market booms. The younger brought out the bust to begin the recession. Thus, the two siblings maintained balance for their republic and its people, all the different kinds of people.

What in the name of Celestia are you doing, Major-General?”

“Field Marshal, ma’am!” she shouted, quickly correcting her seating position into a more pony-like fashion. “I didn’t see you there!”

But as time went on, the younger brother became resentful. The humans relished and invested in the inflation, but shunned and saved through his bountiful recession.

“What in the name of Celestia is this nonsense, Major-General? You’re spending your shift watching humans?” She didn’t know that they’d brought back that ridiculous filly show. “We just lost three companies in Luna!”

One fateful market cycle, the younger scientlete refused to stimulate lending to make way for the investment rush. The elder sister tried to reason with him, but the bitterness in the young one’s heart had transformed him into a wicked non-Keynesian economist of Republicanism: Nixon Reagan!

Even as she chewed the cowering Major-General out, she couldn’t help but listen to the narration. “It’s well-made!” she retorted. “You should see an episode, Marshal!”

He vowed that he would shroud the markets in eternal depression! Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful market manipulation tools known to mankind: the Investment Stimuli!

“I’d become the laughingstock of the Army, Major-General! As you rightly should be!” She looked disparagingly at the scroll that displayed the show. “What kind of name is that? ‘Nixon Reagan’?”

Using the science of the Investment Stimuli, she defeated the younger sister and banished her permanently to Otisville. The elder sister took on responsibility for both boom and bust.

“They’re human names! Come on, Marshal, loosen up a little.”

As much as she could hardly bear this silliness, she supposed that it couldn’t hurt. “I suppose I might as well get to know what kind of nonsense my staff gets up to.” She trotted over and sat alongside Lyra, who began watching her carefully for her reaction.

The camera pans out from the holographic interface, showing the face of a female Scientist human wearing a purple shirt. “And harmony,” she continues, “has been maintained in Homonia for generations since.” She hmms, looking closely at the book, hands tight on one of the pages. “Investment Stimuli. I know I’ve heard of those before! But where?”

Twilight snorted derisively. “Obviously in your heart, you stupid mule.”

“They say ‘dumbarse’.”

“What?”

“The humans, they say ‘dumbass’.” Lyra fidgeted somewhat uncomfortably, as if rather ashamed to know that bit of lore. “Not ‘mule’, because there aren’t any mules or ponies in their universe.”

“Oh, for the love of Celestia.”

My little human, my little human
Aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah

Lyra helped Twilight, giving names in sequence:

I used to wonder what friendship could be
until you all shared its science with me!

a Scientist human named Marie Curie,

Big adventure!

an Athlete human named Indiana Jones,

Tons of fun!

a Farmer human named Kim Jeong,

A beautiful heart

a Scientist named Calvin Klein,

faithful and strong,

a Farmer named Jimmy Carter,

sharing kindness,

an Athlete named Nightingale,

it’s an easy feat!
and science makes it all complete,

a robot—Lyra had to explain the concept to Twilight quickly—named HAL-9001,

you have My Little Humans
do you know you’re all my very best friends

and a Scientlete named Princess Franklin Roosevelt.

“They’re all mares except for the robot, and the only one with an even slightly normal name is the penultimate one.”

“They say ‘women’.” She is quickly stopped from continuing by Twilight’s death glare. “Of course they’re female, it’s a filly’s show. And the last one’s full name is Florence Nightingale.”

“Could this be any more painful?”

Marie Curie walks down the road, before she is accosted by a group of three fellow scientist humans. “There you are, Curie!” the one in the middle says. “Martha Graham’s having a little dance-off in the west Congress Hall! You wanna come?”

She ruffles in her backpack for a bit aimlessly. “Oh, sorry, girls. I’ve got a lot of experimentation to do!” She quickly jogs off, leaving a trail of dust behind her.

She sighs. “Does that human do anything but study?”

“Huh. It’s like they made a show about my time in college and marketed it to little fillies.”

“I think she’s more interested in holos than friends.” They walk off, hmphing.

The purple-shirted human is still running. “I know I’ve heard of the Investment Stimuli!” She runs past two more humans, one of whom waves to her; she doesn’t even notice them as she runs up to the enormous tower where she studies, knocking the robot on his back. “HAL! HAL!” She looks down. “HAL?”

The robot stands up. “Oh hey, Marie.”

“The robot talks exactly the same as the humans? I don’t remember that from the legends.”

“Well, there’s even this episode where he joins the Robot Transference and has to prove he can calculate just like them, but then he realises he was a human all along, proving the Tabula Rasa of multiculturalism!”

“Forget I asked.”

“Quick! Find me an old copy of Econometrics!” She turns around to see HAL with his robot-blade impaling a metal box. “What’s that for?”

“Well, it was a gift for Graham, but—” A piece of metal drops off from inside of it; apparently a bear-head shaped out of aluminium.

“Wait, is that aluminum? That’s almost impossible to isolate. Why is it in a toy?”

“Well, yeah. See, in the My Little Human—”

She raised a hand, and Lyra was silent.

The aluminium head, filled with steel wool, falls and rolls across the floor. “Oh, HAL. You know we don’t have time for that kind of thing.”

“But we’re on a break!”

Marie uses her scientist kinesis implant to pick a hologram projector from the highest shelf, bringing it down to allow it to project; she goes through several before her assistant has found it, and the robot is tugged down with the required storage media. She drops the rest of the projectors on the floor, pulling the one she needs off to peruse.

“Investment Stimuli.” Almost immediately, the required section pops up.

Twilight grunted. “I wish it was that easy. How did someone that young get a unicorn enchantment, anyway?”

“They’re born with it.”

“Oh, that’s just—agh.” The most difficult, painful thing Twilight ever did was to choose to be a unicorn. Celestia was unique, really; the triple enchantment she endured would have turned most into simple alicorn servitors, useful only as weapons and as beasts of burden. “Seriously?”

Lyra shrugged, a strange sort of motion with her forehooves.

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Also,

I forgot if you ever submitted stuff to EQD; did you? did it get in ?

I've gotten exactly one thing submitted to EqD. Notably, they rejected Solace; that was about the point I started looking at them less as 'publishers' and more 'free proofreaders'.

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Great minds think alike, I see :derpytongue2:

Although yeah, there is the fact that there is no such thing as an original story.....but then again, whocares? :rainbowwild::rainbowkiss:

But then in that case I have to ask why you called me "a lucky cunt" when I said I have many ideas/concepts....haven't we just demonstrated that they're plentiful?

Or are you talking about ideas for stories which make you want to write them and are easy? :fluttercry::fluttershbad:

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4chan... I should have fucking known. I shall have to visit it more often. Or at least blogs which catch all the good stuff.

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Because good ideas are harder to find than bad ones.

Off-the-cuff idea: Jean Baudrillard goes to Equestria after his death and writes a social critique on pony society, re: nepotism and friendship.

See, that's a cool concept, but it's annoyingly difficult to build a story of it unless you've been struck by the inspiration that comes with it. That's why I'll spend five hours on a thousand words: every word must be worth saying. :pinkiecrazy:

Forgot to ask this before:

I think you mentioned in a comment that you frequent a couple of paedophiliac sites where everybody got weirded out by your age. No, wait, that came out wrong.
Sites by and for paedophiles.
There, that's much better.
Anyway, I was wondering if you could tell me how/where/in what way to reach those sites, for the primary reason that lurking them would be interesting and because the fact that some people have their dicks essentially telling them to break society's most profound laws is fascinating.
If there is the possibility of you or me getting in trouble with the law, though, it mayhap be a better idea not to say things.

Anyway anyway: what have you found by interacting on those sites, and what is your opinion of paedophiles?

Sunglasses! :coolphoto:
Thoughts, ideas, which are best/good/worst?

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Can't quite very well remember (you pedo), I could write a book about it, it's like every other unfulfilable fetish to sprout from man's mind and I have no clue.

Bam, single-sentenced.

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......but what about the sunglasses? :fluttercry::coolphoto:

:pinkiecrazy::derpytongue2:

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I have no clue.

I wear normal glasses.

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