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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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Jan
15th
2019

Story Reviews » SA Reviews: Round 144 · 3:28pm Jan 15th, 2019

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“I don’t get paid enough for this.”

“Last I heard, you don’t get paid at all.”

“My point exactly.”

Cynewulf huffed and reached a little higher. Her high heels perched precariously on Intern’s shoulders, the Seattle’s Angle strained to unscrew a bolt from a metal panel. Intern clenched his teeth, threatening to wear down his molars. A small silver screw dropped past his face.

“Got one. Three to go.”

Intern bit back a curse. “Speaking of things that come in fours, did you get your reviews in yet?”

“Ugh, not now. I need to concentrate.” Another bolt came loose and fell.

“Why didn’t you just get a ladder? Why use me?”

Even though he couldn’t see it, Intern could feel the smirk as Cynewulf said, “As if you don’t already know.” A third screw came tumbling down.

“I’m getting the urge to just go full-blown evil and destroy you all.”

“It’s a phase. You’ll grow out of it. Aha!” The final screw came loose and with it a thin metal slate. “Now the real work can begin.”

ROUND 144


"Do not speak to us of flame or wrath! Lest we show thee what the words truly mean!"

Twilight, Starlight, and Trixie go back in time to answer two questions: why did Celestia become Daybreaker, and how did Equestria survive?


So I like, love Daybreaker as a context. Why? Because we can 100% see why and how and in what way Luna would fall. But Celestia we have together made into a kind of pinnacle-as-character. She’s perfect, even when we try to give her flaws. But sometimes we manage to really leave the perfect Idol Celestia behind, and honestly it can make her more interesting, tho always with a sense of loss that is very real.

What I really like here is the angle of Twilight discovering that Celestia is capable of imperfection. What is often cheap about this trope, the Daybreaker Concept etc, is that it’s so often a shallow and obvious authorial iconoclasm aimed really at something else. But here, what we care about is less Celestia and more what this revelation means for everyone else, and especially for Twilight. And that is clever.

This one is technically a sequel, but the only thing you need to know is that sometime in the past, Celestia became Daybreaker. Twilight wants to figure out why the records from that time are wiped and goes to investigate. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

A tale as old as time: don’t meet your heroes. Twilight learns this the hard way as her investigation turns up things about Celestia she’d never would have guessed. Probably not the most original idea but I like the way this story executes its premise. Nothing wrong with exploring popular ideas, right? Otherwise we wouldn’t have a catalogue of AppleDash fics to read through.

I also like how all the characters involved are used to their fullest. Nopony sits on the sidelines and just comments on the goings on. Each one contributes. A tricky thing to do when a half-dozen ponies are involved.

Give this one a go if you like high stakes unicorn shenanigans!


In the beginning, there was Harmony. Then Discord stole Fire from the Alicorns.


I’m a sucker for good prose, and Undome’s got it in spades. The language here is somewhat biblical, but only in that it draws from the language of the King James. The early modern english here is mostly immaculate, managing to emulate feeling and tone even where it bends lexicon (and it doesn’t often do that!). This isn’t surprising, as Undome’s command of language makes all of his stories incredibly fulfilling to read. (There’s one involving Luna and Elvish I happen to love, myself). The real joy here is in the raw exuberant revelry in language. This is just fun. This is someone having a heck of a lot of fun.

Now this is some classy writing. Biblical, in fact. I mean that literally, by the way. The stances, the versing, the language; all are inspired by the Holy Book.

And speaking of religion, the author gives a really fascinating look at how history and faith can be used to one’s own agenda. Kinda scary when you think about how charisma can get you everything while dooming everyone else. It plays with your expectations in ways that are delightful and frightening.

This is going to be a short review as saying anything else will ruin the experience. Go in and be shown the light.


Sometimes, when Scootaloo feels sad, she looks to the sky for hope. For inspiration. For assurance. She looks up to her future, to her dreams, and to everything else she holds dear. She looks up, because up in the sky, the possibilities are endless.

But for a filly that can't yet fly, what comfort could the realm of the clouds offer her in the here-and-now?


Confession: I have a soft spot for Scootaloo.

Clarification: I have a massive soft spot for Scootaloo. I always have. When I had to pick a character for the lead of one of the most impactful stories I had written at that point, I chose her for a reason. There’s so much you can do with her as a writer. A disabled character who has learned to transcend her limitations, but who also deeply knows what it is like to be defined by and limited permanently. A fun kiddo-char you can get comedy out of, a wonderful lead for emotional pieces, a great action hero when aged up---she’s just good, y’all.

There’s a lot of ScootaX fics on here, focusing often on her disability or on a perceived lack of family. This doesn’t stray far from that, but it manages to avoid a lot of the pitfalls of that conventional track. There’s merit to that, to trodding well-worn paths in ways that are either new or at least well-done. And it was a pleasure to see someone work the familiar story into a far better form than I’ve seen it before.

Again, probably not the most original idea, and I’ve recommended some just like it, but this Scootaloo story has something that most others don’t: a lack of mopiness. I think there’s a single paragraph in this entire fic that she feels sad.

The rest? A wonderful look at a pony that sees all the potential she can aspire to. Sure, impatience is involved, but Scootaloo is still a kid and wanting something now instead of later is hardwired into her. However, she has a set routine that is helping her reach that potential.

Having two close friends to get in trouble with also helps pass the time.

In closing, don’t mock an idea just because you’ve seen it before. A different perspective may just teach you some things. Also, the images that bookend this story were a nice touch.


Cheerilee has, by and large, been detached from the events at the School of Friendship. She heard the rumors about a total meltdown at the school, and even worse ones about a diplomatic incident that followed, but by and large, she's simply wished Twilight well and went about her business of helping all the young ponies of Ponyville grow.

Then, one day, not too long after the School of Friendship reopened, a new young mind flies into her life.


So, we have two different reactions here.

My comrade’s reaction is very much that this is cute (it is very cute), but mine is a bit different. I taught 10th grade English II and Remedial English II in an inner city school, and while I saw some very sad things. I saw a lot of kids who had Issues, and as I struggled through the year I found that some of the worst stuff wasn’t obvious. It showed up in small things, little hints that you noticed and followed like a loose thread that unravels everything. You assign a personal essay and some poor child gives you way too much insight into exactly why they are so desperately unhappy and exhausted and you sit in the quiet of your classroom asking: what do I even do with this?

I say all that to say that this story kinda captured what that slow revelation felt like. Please read it.

Darnit! Stories like these want me to reach through the screen and huggle ponies all day long!

So yeah, if you couldn’t tell, we got a cute one on our hooves. I haven’t had too many chances to read about the new students from the latest season and this job thankfully gives me reasons to do so. Silverstream is on display here, paired up with the town’s local school teacher, Cheerilee. Given that Silverstream has been hiding in the sea for most of her life, everything above the surface is new and exciting. And who better to give advice on how best to experience those new things than a teacher?

I really loved the dynamic between Cheerilee and Silverstream. Calm and patient (and sometimes snarky) Cheerilee is a good counter for Silverstream’s exuberance over seemingly everything. This could have gone on for another five-thousand words and I wouldn’t have gotten bored in the slightest.

But, all stories need an end at some point and the finale doesn’t disappoint. It’s both touching and a bit heart wrenching, but the characters come out better for it. Don’t let this one pass you by!


Cynewulf twisted the last screw in place, then hopped down off of Intern’s shoulders, much to his relief. “There, now we’re all set.”

“You never did say what you were working on,” Intern said as he rubbed his sore shoulders.

Picking up a remote from a nearby table, Cynewulf plopped down into a comfy armchair and clicked on a TV. The screen blinked on and the opening sequence to She-Ra began to play. “Our cable sucks. Retrofitting the roof satellite dish to intercept my cartoons was the only way for me to catch up.”

“You could have just streamed it…”

“Doing something efficient and sensible? That’s not the Seattle way.” She waved a hand dismissively. “You can go now, by the way.”

Shaking his head, Intern left the room, secure in the knowledge that at least he could now watch Samurai Pizza Cats discreetly. Clearing out internet browser history was such a chore.


Feel free to visit our group for more information and events, and to offer some recommendations for future rounds. See you all next time!

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The fact that this story is here makes me feel so flattered and the reviews themselves makes my work feel extremely appreciated. Thank you guys. Thank you so much.

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And the Serpent is top-tier fanfiction, good pick. :)

Thank you so much for the recommendation and kind words on Serpent. I'm incredibly honoured.

Also, I'm going to take this opportunity to shill/point out that the Luna and Elvish/Quenya fics that Cyne mentioned are written on my alt account, and are NSFW, in case anyone gets lost trying to find them.

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