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  • 117 weeks
    SA: The Last Round

    "So, what do you think, Corejo?" Wanderer D asked, politely showing off the stack of papers in his claw.

    The burlap sack with the printed (in color!) face of Corejo remained silent.

    "I see, yes, yes!" Wanderer D cackled. "Ahahaha! Yes! I agree! This story should do fine! So, who's reviewing it? RT?"

    The sack that had the picture of RTStephens on it tilted just enough for a single potato to roll onto the table.

    "And we have two! Alright, team, I expect you all to figure out who's doing the next one, okay? Let's not keep the readers waiting!" He glanced expectantly at the several sacks with pictures around him. "Alright! Dismissed."

    "Sir?"

    "Ah, intern. Is that my coffee?" Wanderer D took the proffered mug and downed the contents in one go. "Excellent! No time to rest! We have to edit what the guys just handed to me."

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  • 138 weeks
    SA: Round 186

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    The Dodge Junction train ramp was not where Floydien expected to be part of a reunion.

    He especially didn’t expect it to happen four times in a row.

    “Wait, Winter? What are you doing here?”

    Winter’s eyebrows raised. “On Summer vacation. What about you?”

    “Uh, same.”

    “Guys!”

    The two Angels looked to where the voice came from. Cynewulf came running up to them, a wide brimmed sunhat and sunglasses adorning her head. “Fancy meeting you two here!”

    Floydien scratched his head. “Same. Are you on vacation too?”

    “Yep! Had a blast down on the Horseshoe Bay coast.”

    “Well, ain’t this something!”

    All turned to the fourth voice. Knight strode up, his body decked out in fishing gear, complete with a fishing pole balanced over his shoulder. “Haven’t seen so many of us in one spot since vacation started.”

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  • 153 weeks
    SA: Round 185

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    Winter and Knight stared out at the bleak townscape. All around them, the fires raged unchecked as Ponyville's former occupants stumbled mindlessly about, their undead faces ravaged by rot and decay as they moaned for sustenance. Knight turned to Winter.

    "Ready to go?"

    Winter nodded and shifted a backpack. "Got everything with me. I guess it's now or never."

    Knight gave a wry smile. "That's the spirit. You do have your reviews, right?"

    "Of course!" he said, patting his chest. "Right here."

    Knight nodded and said, "Alright, here's the plan: we stick to the shadows as much as possible. From what I can tell, their eyesight isn't that good, but their sense of smell is excellent. We just have to stay upwind."

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  • 160 weeks
    SA: Round 184

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    “I see. Alright, I’ll let him know.”

    Intern twisted a dial on the small mechanical piece attached to his ear, retracting a blue, see-through visor from across his face. He turned to Floydien, crossing his arms. “It’s confirmed. Generation 5 is on its way. Season 2 of Pony Life is just around the corner. And the series finale of Equestria Girls was scrapped for a holiday special.”

    Floydien lifted an eyebrow. “And, what does that mean for us?”

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  • 164 weeks
    SA: Round 183

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    Over their heads the flak guns peppered the sky. The planes roared and sputtered. The clouds were dark, heavy with the child that was war. It was all noise.


    Cynewulf looked around the bend. “You know, I’ve been reading old fics. Remember Arrow 18?”


    Floydien slipped—a Floydien slipped—One Floydien came through the fractured time in the lower levels of the Sprawling Complex. “Uh, human in Equestria?”


    “Yeah. You know, we were probably too mean about those.”


    “They were terrible. I mean some of them. I guess a lot of everything is terrible.”


    “Well, yes. But anyway, I was reading it, and it occurred to me that what I liked about it was that it felt optimistic in the way that Star Trek was optimistic. It felt naive, but in a way one wanted to emulate. To regress back into it.”


    “Uh, that sounds nice?”

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  • 169 weeks
    SA: Round 182

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    “Okay, Winter, hit it!”

    Winter pulled a lever that ignited a rocket placed underneath the communal Christmas Tree. The tree blasted through a cylindrical hole and out into the skies beyond. It only took seconds for the tree to become a tiny red dot against the blue sky.

    Winter stepped away from the control panel and down to where Intern was standing behind a fifty-five millimeter thick glass wall. “We could have just picked up the base and tossed it in the garbage bin outside, you know.”

    Intern scoffed. “Yeah, we could, or we can go over the top in a comedic and entertaining manner that leads into our reviews.”

    “You’re getting all meta, now.”

    “Exactly! On to the reviews!”

    ROUND 182

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  • 174 weeks
    SA: Round 181

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    For the first time in the year that he worked there, FanficFan finally experienced quiet in the Seattle’s Angels Compound. All the other reviewers had gone home for the holidays, leaving him and Intern to submit the last round of reviews of the year. However, with Intern off on an errand, FanficFan was left alone.

    With stories ready to be read by his partner, all the reviewer could really do was wander around the empty building, taking in all the holiday decorations left behind from the Office Christmas Party a few days prior, like office space holiday knick-knacks, lights strown about the ceiling and wreaths on nearly every door. Plus, there was some leftover cookies and egg nog, so that was nice. 

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  • 178 weeks
    SA: Round 180

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    Cynewulf lay in a grassy field. This was a curious occurrence, as the Seattle Angel’s Dyson Sphere-esque compound basement labyrinth did not usually have grass. 


    But like she had many times before, she’d been teleported here, and whether or not the sky above her was real or not, she didn’t mind. The grass was nice, and the wind was nice, and whatever happened happened.
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    There was a great crash and Corejo stumbled into the grass to her right.

    “Oh, god, are we out? How did—”

    “No clue. I suspect that it’ll just take us back anyhow. Did you have the reviews? The machine came for me a few days ago, so I’ve got mine.”


    “I… Uh, I was late. I mean, we both are, unless you’ve been here for days.”

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  • 182 weeks
    SA: Round 179

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    Winter peered cautiously out the corner of the broken window, surveying the damage outside. He turned to his companion.

    "Looks like we're trapped in here," he said quietly.

    Intern grunted and adjusted the bandage on his arm. "Nothing we haven't gone through before." He looked up at Winter. "Got your reviews?"

    Winter nodded and patted his chest pocket. "Right here, where they're safe." He turned and looked once more out the window. "Now, it's simply a matter of getting through all those ponies." Winter shuddered as he took in the horrors before him.

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  • 185 weeks
    SA: Round 178

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Matthew stumbled through the basement, crouching low to avoid all the pipes on the ceiling. Floydien hadn’t told him much, just that it was extremely important, had nothing to do with Intern, and to take the last fire door on the left.

    After what seemed like eternity in an instant, Matthew finally came to said fire door, damp with sweat and condensation. He carefully undid the latch and opened it with one arm raised just in case of any traps. Only to be greeted with the sounds of maniacal but joyous laughter as he spotted Floydien sitting in the center of the room surrounded by thousands of stacks of papers.

    “I found it!” Floydien said, tossing a stapled pack of papers to Matthew. “I finally found the answer. The answer to all of our questions. To our very existence!”

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Oct
10th
2017

Story Reviews » SA Reviews #113 · 1:59am Oct 10th, 2017

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"What's that in your mouth?"

"It's a pipe," said Cyne, and jabbed the briary thing at Archonix from her comfortable chair by the fire, that flickered low and dark, and smoked more than a thoughtful philosopher at three in the morning when the rain is scattering drops in careful patterns across dust-rimed windows.

Archonix raised his eyebrows. "And it comes with all that prose for free, does it?"

Cyne clomped her teeth around the pipe and glared at Archonix. "You smoke one as well, you donkey."

"Only when I'm trying to write reviews," said Archonix. "And that's discrimination that is."

Cyne didn't answer, preferring to stare into the fire and to think long thoughts, something entirely alien to Archonix on the best of days. They sighed in unison.

ROUND 113


Miss Cheerilee has always looked out for her former pupil, Pinkamena Diane Pie ("Pinkie" to her friends).

Hooves must always (always) look after his current employer, Roland Bertram Aethelnoth Whickers the Third, Viscount Astley ("Bertie" to his friends).

But when Bertie met Pinkie, something happened that neither the schoolteacher nor the butler had looked for.


I adore Jeeves and Wooster. I cannot get enough of it; neither the books nor the television series with Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie.

I'm more than fond of the clash-of-the-classes sort of fiction, the mixing of refinement and, for want of a better word, crudity, even if it is at something of a remove.

Of a Cheerilee both middle-aged and so protective of her students that she'd accidentally—well.

And I've met TheJediMasterEd at Bronycon - he mixes a mean manhattan, if I do recall correctly - so I am ridiculously partial about this particular entry.

There's even a bit of mythological worldbuilding. This thing is my bread and butter.

The first time I ever talked to Ed, he commented on a story of mine to unravel a thread of suggestion I had half-buried and half-forgotten and it was delightful. I’m glad to say his own writing is the same.

This is a love story, but probably not like you’re used to seeing it. It’s a “how they got together” story but its also… again, not like you’re used to seeing. It’s about two very different people and the strangeness of emotional attachment. It’s about chess, and I mean that in more than one way. It’s also about Cheerilee, and I’ll admit that having just become a teacher I was kinda touched.

The style reminds me of the sort of thing I would hand out to a ENG 201 class in college, that sort of “Contents of the Dead Man’s Pocket”/ Rabbit style of New York newspaper fiction prose but with a touch of the artistic sort one only finds in someone who has an active internal monologue and a more than passing familiarity with writers who like to play around with the conventions of putting words into sentences. In short, it’s good and it manages to make stream of conciousness work in a few places. I highly recommend.


Manehattan leaves its hoofprint on everypony who ventures into it.


This feels like a romance.

I'm not saying that to complain, mind you. It isn't mistagged; it's nothing of the sort. It's just two new friends enjoying coffee together while they try to weave some semblance of understanding from the raw tangle of emotions wrapped around and between them like so much colourful cotton.

I say it feels like a romance because romances are about that deep, emotional bond and that understanding of the self, or at least they're a facsimile of it. The best are also subtle about it; rather than waving the emotional undercurrents in your face like a flag, they drape it insubstantially about your mind, leaving only impressions and thoughts and feelings. Silken spectres in place of the neon emotionalism of the lesser writer.

Two friends having coffee. Someone with less investment in the story would have made it a romance. It wouldn't have been nearly as good.

Anyone who has ever asked me what FiMFic writers I like or admire has heard me talk about Hoof-ful before. There’s a reason for that.

Hoof-ful gives us my favorite sort of story--the extraordinary in the mundane. It’s a kind of thing I do a lot myself, and its a kind of thing I enjoy immensely in others’ writing. There’s so much that happens in small, quiet moments, so much that one can miss and so easily. The world blurs around small fixed points in time, odds and ends that always make me think about J. Alfred Prufock but without the whole, you know, alienation thing.

True Colors is a simple story. It’s a bit of coffee after a big emotional moment. It’s a mare processing a lot of things at once in a brave new world, Rarity murmuring in a coffee shop, and a bit about Manehattan and colors. On the surface, not much to write about. But Hoof-ful really is a master of the conversation. Much like they did in “Both Sides Now”, they manage to create dialogue that is pregnant with suggestion but never absolutely committing to one extreme or the other. Sometimes the cigar is just a cigar--and sometimes coffee is just coffee. Except when it’s not really about coffee at all.


After an argument with Twilight, Luna is out of sorts. Smasher, a clumsy colt with a penchant for breaking valuables, isn’t having the best day either.


The main thing about Luna, the one defining thing about her, is that she's out of place. Even in the latest episodes, she's a little awkward and a little oddly out of tune with the way other people think. At the same time, her outsider status gives her insights that others might not have.

More than anything, they give her empathy for other outsiders, for others who might not quite fit into the world they're meant to be a part of.

Though painted within the frame of a relationship, this story is Luna's isolation and empathy serving as a means to impart confidence and wisdom to a youngster who can't quite find his place. It's probably one of the better uses of the character I've read.

The thing about other people is that they are other people, and by default we are always to some extent on uneven footing. Like a general relying on reports from miles away about things he knows only as symbols on a map, we have only fragmented and often contradictory information. Sartre said that “Hell is Other People” but I tend to think that it’s more that other people are beautiful, fractured things and that care is needed.

This is a story about Luna coming across a class trip after a particularly unpleasant spat. The Luna in this story is excellent, not straying overmuch into archaism but retaining some of the dignity we associate with anachronism. The foals she talk to are by turns hilarious and honestly pretty true to life. The lesson is solid. And there is a lesson! The Aesop is strong with this one, and while I’m sometimes unsure of such things, I can confidantly say that this one is both needful and told well.


Before Sunset Shimmer tried to take over a high school, long before she fled through the mirror portal, in the days before she was even the personal student of Princess Celestia, the young filly met Canterlot's most elusive stranger. He gave her a secret. And then a gift. And finally, a revelation.

In the end, he really only brought Sunset a curse.


This one hurt; right in the "feels" as you youngins say. While the mechanism of its framing might seem a little cliché at first, this particular take digs right into the core of Sunset's character and draws out the thing that really makes her tick. It shows her as a young filly, as an outsider, who sees the world just that little bit differently.

Sunset is like Twilight, driven to seek knowledge. Both are powerful; both shun friendships and relationships in favour of gaining Celestia's approval and acquiring new knowledge. The difference is why: Twilight sought the knowledge for its own sake; Sunset for the promise of the power that knowledge would grant her.

Perhaps being out of place has been the theme of this whole week, or perhaps - like Sunset - I'm just seeing things that I want to see rather than the things that are right there.

I’ve seen a lot on why Sunset Shimmer went wrong. Arrogance, reckless abandon, greed, even Celestia being her long lost mother--all these I’ve seen. This story rests comfortably somewhere between childish hubris and the will to power. Sunset is still in Magic Kindergarten, and she is bright and possessed of the absorbed mentality that we excuse in children because they are perhaps the only ones who can possess it innocently.

What is excusable in a child is less excusable in one who steps into things they should not. She is only a child, after all, and as we see, she is not really prepared for what she wants and the things she must do to attain those desires. Nor is she really understanding what exactly the nature of the things she desires. Sometimes, we just want the wrong things.


"Next time, we do this my way," Archonix said. He pulled out a bottle of gin and grinned. "Trust me, it'll be a blast."

Cyne raised her eyes to the heavens.

The rain continued to fall.


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Hmm, may need to check some of these out.

Also:

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Glad to see Hoof-ful getting more recognition. :)

I positively appreciate the style of this review. Thank you all.

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