Visiden Tries It: Project Horizons Chapter 3 · 1:13pm Jun 20th, 2016
Enough preamble, let's get to it.
A purple unicorn sat on the library wall, looking clever and surrounded by floating books, saying ‘We need every idea’. Well, that’s what I thought it said. Some wit had scratched out ‘idea’ and written ‘penis’. I got the joke.
No shit, you got the joke? Truly thou art possessed of razor-sharp wits to decipher the humor of "We need every penis".
In the nurse’s office, a soulful yellow pegasus hugged a bunny while telling me ‘Little ouchies are still ouchies’.
I know what soulful eyes are. It's the thing puppies and children do to blackmail you into caving into their demands. I don't know what a "soulful pony" is supposed to look like. If this was a Soulsborne crossover, I'll take it that Fluttershy is loaded with souls. Somepony should stab her face and steal her equinity.
“How are we going to carry all that?” I asked as I looked at the heap. There were at least four rifles, a shotgun, a revolver, the automatic pistols, two knives, a cleaver, two grenades, and the assorted junk we’d taken from the raiders. Between P-21 and me, we’d be able to do it, but it would still be quite a weight.
You don't. Carry weight is a gaming thing and it's designed to have some nod to realism but to keep things convenient. Even if I had the strength to carry four assault rifles, I wouldn't carry four assault rifles. They would tire me out faster, and they would be awkward to actually carry.
“Ya don’t need ta carry all of it,” Scoodle said as she looked at the heap. “Well, ya wouldn’t if ya had some tools. What ya can do is take ‘em apart and just put the best pieces together.”
Everypony knows how to juryrig various guns of possibly different models and manufacturers.
I saw that the teal pony that had been so helpful was getting upset so I adopted my easiest smile as I looked down at the fillies.
It's Scoodle. You know the name, stop saying teal pony.
Once we were outside and under the clouds I felt a little vertigo.
Yeah, don't mention the world spinning or your legs being unsteady or anything. Just say vertigo.
I might not have known the specifics, but I knew which end went bang.
You just admitted that you know next to nothing about your rifle. Somehow, you were still able to perform repairs on it. Amazing.
Huh?” She looked up with a bloody knife clenched in her jaws; I did my best not to shudder. She stuck the tip in the corpse and answered brightly, “Oh, this? Radhog is good eatin’!”
Radioactive tapeworms. Mutant salmonella.
I just turned my back and busied myself with not being nauseous or watching them finish their work. I’d stick with the Sugar Apple Bombs.
Over here, we call sugar apples "atis". I don't think the story is describing atis-based cereals.
That did it for some reason. Fillies scared of bones I could accept, but being told what to do by a pony that wouldn’t carry a weapon himself just annoyed the shit out of me
You are a fucking idiot.
“Heads!” was all Scoodle shouted before drawing her gun and taking aim at the running forms. I wasn’t familiar with a rifle at all, but I knew I should use it before they closed the distance.
The thing with feral ghouls is that they're not zombies, as Scoodle pointed out, so it's not like they'll just keep coming if you don't destroy their brains. As such, I would think that going for center mass would be a wiser option especially with wild, erratic targets. Then again, I'm assuming that these ponies are in the realm of mortals, not deific sharpshooters with a broken spell for aiming.
What took one round to the head would require four to the chest.
Why? They're not zombies.
The teal filly was ripped in two before my eyes.
I fell into a moment of horror that felt like a S.A.T.S. that would never end as I saw with terrible clarity the organs and viscera pouring out over the asphalt. I smelled the wash of blood even over the unnatural reek of the undead monsters around me. I saw the stunned look on her face as she slowly fell, and a pony that had weathered raiders and who knew what else died because of my stupidity.
You'd think she'd have screamed, whether when she realized that they were upon her or when they started pulling her apart. And that starting line...Good God that was beige. I'm no master of description, but that clearly needed more. The fact that they ripped her apart swiftly like a wet napkin hurts the moment. This was a point where gore was needed. The agonizingly slow pull, the drawn out scream, the garish red sinews of her halves desperately trying to hold her body together, the lurid white of exposed spine and ribs. Come on.
I'm convinced that Blackjack is some kind of luck demon. She's incredibly lucky because she sucks the luck of everypony nearby.
The scene with Silver Spoon dives into the realm of the silly, which only serves to weaken the child death.
How profoundly insightful I’d become since I’d fucked up.
Nah, Blackjack, you were this profoundly insightful before your fuckup. The latest, I mean.
All the while, P-21 nursed me back to health. He’d disappear for hours on end and I’d lie there wondering if he’d died or simply moved on
I recall that severe radiation poisoning only gave you 48 hours before you died. I suppose this is Fallout universe radiation, which is only mildly inconvenient.
I triggered my S.A.T.S. and placed two rounds exactly in the forehead of my target. The fourth round caught his eye, and the beast staggered. The fifth missed. The final round, three past what I’d hoped to use, dropped the beast in its tracks.
Yeah, fuck that severe radiation sickness shit. Still near-perfect aim.
Skill Note: Guns (50)
Ah, yes, that all-purpose Guns skill. If there's anything I've learned from Fallout is that years of shooting beer cans with a pistol will prepare me for mowing down moving targets with a minigun.
New Perk: Run and Gun - Better accuracy with ranged weapons while moving.
At what point in this chapter did they have to shoot at enemies while running? When the ghouls popped out, they immediately went for a last stand. Why not something like bonus damage against ghouls, or radiation resistance? Something that actually relates to the chapter.
Quest Perk: Minor Mutation: Rad Sight - When under the effects of minor radiation poisoning, gain +1 Perception in low light conditions. -15 to sneak, speech when not wearing sunglasses, authority glasses, or mirrored sunglasses.
Cool glowing eyes. Sure, why not.
Here are some perks that I think would fit after that bout with radiation.
Infertile - your uterus is as radiation-ravaged and as barren as the Equestrian Wasteland. Why is this a perk? Well, it's a perk for the rest of the world as you are clearly a Darwin Award winner. Besides, if somepony raped you, their cock would instantly ghoulify, grow teeth, and try to bite their balls off.
Cancer - you have cancer. At least you're not reading Displaced.
Lol!
Love it when you put down bad stories. But why read if you don't enjoy it?
I remember telling myself that the early chapters kinda got the tone right, i.e differentiate itself from the original Fo:E and have a different moral perspective on all the violence.
Clearly, I was wrong. This is pretty sloppy from day one.
Shit, man, don't joke about that. Displaced is not a laughing matter. There are likely people here who knew someone that died of reading Displaced.
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I was told that it comes to its own at chapter 6 so I will read that far.
Never been a big fan of FO:E. I get that it's a crossover of sorts, but it always seemed too limited by it's source material.
I'm sorry you have to suffer for our enjoyment, you're truly the people's champion.
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I suspect that it's not limited by its source material. It's limited by the first ponyfic about the source material.