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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

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    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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Mar
28th
2020

Story Reviews » SA: Round 169 · 10:34pm Mar 28th, 2020

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Floyd never really got why FanficFan always insisted on the both of them carrying all the groceries in one trip to avoid multiple excursions to… the outdoors. Sure, it meant fewer trips to the van, but he didn’t think toilet paper was meant to be stacked this high.

“Are you sure you don’t need help with that?” Floyd asked, his arms looking like a coat rack overburdened with shopping bags.

“No, no,” FanficFan retorted, straining to keep the toilet paper tower, easily double his height, from tipping over. “You’re already carrying enough. I got this. I’m just glad we got as much as we did. At least we have a valid reason to be getting all this toilet paper. This is a reasonable amount for at most twenty people being quarantined together in one building.”

“Doesn’t mean judgey people aren’t going to judge.”

“I know, but at the very least someone could have asked. It’s just common decency!”

“You think we should get started on our reviews once we’re finished with this?” Floyd posed.  “I mean, we should have done it last week, but… fourteen days, y’know? Better to be safe than sorry.”

“Considering how quickly things went from ‘Everything’s Cool’ to ‘Essential Employees Only,’ I think the pandemic threw everybody off,” Fanfic replied. “But yeah, we should probably do that.”

Unfortunately, that sentence stole just enough of Fanfic’s attention that the toilet paper tower made its spectacular collapse, soft thuds cascading around the pair. “Oh, poop.”

“I won’t say ‘I told you so’, but…”

“Just pick up a couple so we can get this done.”

ROUND 169


After years of grit and hard work, Rainbow Dash has broken every record that she could ever set as a flyer. However, as the old saying goes, records are made to be broken.


Now that the series has reached its conclusion, I’ve seen a lot of stories pop up lately that share a bit of a theme: they follow one or multiple members of the cast as they age and explore themes that come with that, such as legacy, parenthood, etc. Broken Record centers on Rainbow Dash’s status as a legendary flier and record holder, and it is something to behold. Somber delivers a brilliant character study for Rainbow Dash, putting her in an inevitable position that would test the competitive and determined pegasus we’ve come to love.

It says a lot that this story single-handedly made me view Rarity Investigates! in a completely new light. Writing a story about Rainbow Dash where her role is reversed and now she’s the pony whose records are being broken was a brilliant move. She’s always been a competitive pony, and showcasing how that developed as she aged was really well done. Somber really understands Rainbow Dash and does an excellent job taking readers into her headspace. To say that his/her writing is engaging is an understatement. Every word has weight behind it and leaves an impact. Also, the way this story utilizes Wind Rider is an absolute stroke of genius.

It’s honestly a crime that this story doesn’t have more views, so if you’re up for an emotionally deep character study or just a fan of Rainbow Dash, I’d highly suggest giving Broken Record a read.

Veterans of ponyfic might recognize Somber as the author of Fallout: Equestria - Project Horizons or “Simply Rarity,” but this story (written years after those) deserves to be highlighted and brought to attention as well.

Rainbow Dash is, of course, an awesome athlete in every sense of the word. Time, though, doesn’t care, and slowly but surely, there are newer athletes. Faster. Faster than Rainbow Dash, who doesn’t like this turn of events at all, especially when allegations of cheating start to bubble up. After all, in her eyes, a record is something you can point to, years later, and proudly state, “That was me! I did this, without any help, because that’s how good I am.”

There’s a strong argument for having a discourse about the idea of, and fanatical obsession with, records and statistics in everyday sports. Are they using performance-enhancing drugs? Are they reading the other team’s playbooks? Does it even matter? Whatever the case might be, this fic draws strong parallels with the modern (and past!) athletic world with a great life lesson wrapping the narrative up. Strong prose and tactful characterization make this a winner.


In a rush to prepare for a presentation, Twilight is looking for a nice quick breakfast. Unfortunately, fate has other plans.


You know what I love about this story? It’s relatable. No matter who you are, at some point in your life, you’ve become so mad at an inanimate object that you want to give it a piece of your mind, only to realize that isn’t going to solve anything. electreXcessive taps into this universal experience to deliver a Twilighting story that I certainly won’t forget for a long time.

We’ve had lots of stories where authors tap into Twilight's more neurotic tendencies to show that our fandom has an odd affinity for watching our resident book horse lose her mind, but this one does a particularly great job with that by combining absurdity, relatability, and comedy. My only nitpick is that some of Twilight’s dialogue makes her sound like Rarity, but I’ll admit I even found that pretty funny too. So, if you’re the sort that enjoys a good Twilight freak-out, then you couldn’t go wrong with this one. Grab yourself a bagel and give it a read.

In all honesty, this story goes about as you might expect. How hard is it to eat a bagel, really?

If you’re Twilight Sparkle, the answer is evidently “damn near impossible.” This is a rather silly fic that depicts a very neurotic (and smart) purple pony princess just trying to eat breakfast. What really strikes me is not only how Twilight is written, but also the prose of the story, which has notes of Pratchett sprinkled throughout in a scientific, observational sort of way. It makes for a hilarious read, but the story doesn’t overstay its welcome.

If you like a combination of adorkable and ridiculous Twilight, this one’s for you.


Dinky Doo and Silver Spoon travel through a shattered world. When all the world is ash around you, can you stand to build again?


Any author that has the creative muscles to come up with such a lived-in and intriguing world deserves a pat on the back, so congratulations Not_A_Hat, here’s yours!

I really like how the author toys with the idea of a world run by chaos, and not chocolate milk rain kind of chaos. I’m talking about the kind of chaos that rips apart the fabric of reality. Not_A_Hat does a good job of laying down this world’s rules right away in the first half of the story. As for the second half, it’s a very tried and true story about a dystopian world that asks “Could we right the wrongs that lead to the world being like this?” It’s executed pretty well. 

Also, slightly unrelated, but I got a lot of Maze Runner vibes while I was reading this. I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but if it was, then I really liked how he combined aspects of that and Equestria to create a world that I genuinely would like to learn more about. So, if you too would like to explore Not_A_Hat’s dystopian chaotic world, then go check out Broken Roads.

This is legitimately “Worldbuilding: The Fanfic.”

It’s difficult to discuss this particular story in great detail due to how much is left unsaid and unknown. Apocalyptic stories tend to run similar themes of the destruction of innocence and yearning for the past, and while this fic does use these themes, the sheer enormity and circumstances of the world on display here puts them into a unique light that does the characters and narrative a great service. Dinky Doo is a pleasure to follow; she’s not the filly we know, not anymore, but she’s the one this world needs.

To say nothing of the actual prose, of course, which is excellent. For all you apocalypse and chaos fans, give this one a read.


Rainbow Dash receives her first weather assignment as a Wonderbolt, but she’s not exactly enthusiastic about what it is. 


While our previous Rainbow Dash entry explored her competitiveness and drive, Cloud Control elects to examine the trait that we associated with her from Day One, Loyalty.

One criticism of Rainbow Dash that I’ve seen is how much of a showboat she can be, which is something I can easily see, especially in Mysterious Mare Do Well. However, TheLegendaryBillCipher manages to take this aspect of Rainbow’s character and deliver it in a more charming package by mixing it with her loyal nature. Plus, the premise of the story ends up giving an interesting interpretation on what the Wonderbolt’s purpose is in everyday Equestrian society. 

Also, if you look at this story’s description, you’ll see this was actually a speed-write. I have to give props to an author that manages to churn out such a well-written character study like this one on a deadline. So, I once again call out to all the Rainbow Dash fans out there, or anyone that likes stories that imitate the show really well, to give Cloud Control a shot. 

More Rainbow Dash!

This is a charming little story that, with a few tweaks, could have very well been a canon show episode. The focus here is on the aspect of our technicolored heroine that involves weather. Specifically, how lame fluffy clouds are compared to something exciting. Thunderstorms in Appleloosa! While Rainbow is pouting and generally feeling sorry for herself, she seems to find a silver lining in her calm weather.

A great character mini-arc (and some surprisingly effective worldbuilding) in a small amount of words, this is worth a look as a cute and overall uplifting read.


“So, now what?” The duo looked around at the barren office space, the rest of the Angels mostly in their own spaces, practicing social distancing. “I mean, I know I have enough time now to read Fallout: Equestria, but…”

“Well…” Floyd turned his eyes up to the ceiling. “I was saving this for a special occasion, but it’s as good a time as any,” he said, throwing open a random filing cabinet and pulling out a box.

“Is that a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle-”

“With Cyne’s face on it? Yes, yes it is.”

“I have several questions.”

“I’m not sure I have any answers.”

“Fair enough.”


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Way to close out those url tags, FF920. :trollestia:

Oh well. Another day, another dollar.

I will never cease to smile over how something as simple as a character eating can make for a nice little read :twilightsmile:

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