197 years after the Great War, tension is growing on the west coast of Equestria. Follow the journey of one stallion and his friends as a great race against time begins.
Two unique qualities I like about this Sawyer character: his glasses and his ability to read into actors. Certainly, if his glasses were prescribed in his stable days, then he has done well to take care of them. Cause God knows how difficult it is to acquire an intact pair of glasses in the wasteland with the perfect prescription. And his ability as demonstrated in the bar scene provides the one skill to this character that could save his life. It adds a new layer of intrigue in future interactions.
But it remains difficult to care about this character, especially when Sawyer goes out of his way every other paragraph to describe how depressed he is and how much he needs his drink. Usually this kind of character is presented with some sort of enjoyable tic -- a self-endangering, but funny snark or a darkly poetic narration style, etc. I can get that Sawyer is playing more the hungover wet towel who is forever determined to make it to the nearest bar. The sheer number of times he points out this role in dialogue and narration starts to bother me, and it makes the opening scenes feel longer than they are supposed to be.
I begin to care less about how he got this way and more about when he will stop talking about drinking himself to death.
I really liked the brief mention Sawyer gave about the pegasus. That little detail that he reads into gives insight to the character that is about to be introduced.
Okay, I'm finished reading all that's out for Second Winds and completely done False Dawn, so I'm back to read more of yours and Gamma's great stories, I like it so far, but I'm not sure what to make of Sawyer. His whole "MOAR ALCOHOL!" attitude is a little over the top in a couple places but still pretty funny with the whole, "After last night?" thing. Also I'm pretty sure I know who Banshee is. Anyways, I'm liking it so far, so onto read more I guess! See ya next chapter!
Two unique qualities I like about this Sawyer character: his glasses and his ability to read into actors. Certainly, if his glasses were prescribed in his stable days, then he has done well to take care of them. Cause God knows how difficult it is to acquire an intact pair of glasses in the wasteland with the perfect prescription. And his ability as demonstrated in the bar scene provides the one skill to this character that could save his life. It adds a new layer of intrigue in future interactions.
But it remains difficult to care about this character, especially when Sawyer goes out of his way every other paragraph to describe how depressed he is and how much he needs his drink. Usually this kind of character is presented with some sort of enjoyable tic -- a self-endangering, but funny snark or a darkly poetic narration style, etc. I can get that Sawyer is playing more the hungover wet towel who is forever determined to make it to the nearest bar. The sheer number of times he points out this role in dialogue and narration starts to bother me, and it makes the opening scenes feel longer than they are supposed to be.
I begin to care less about how he got this way and more about when he will stop talking about drinking himself to death.
I really liked the brief mention Sawyer gave about the pegasus. That little detail that he reads into gives insight to the character that is about to be introduced.
Okay, I'm finished reading all that's out for Second Winds and completely done False Dawn, so I'm back to read more of yours and Gamma's great stories, I like it so far, but I'm not sure what to make of Sawyer. His whole "MOAR ALCOHOL!" attitude is a little over the top in a couple places but still pretty funny with the whole, "After last night?" thing. Also I'm pretty sure I know who Banshee is. Anyways, I'm liking it so far, so onto read more I guess! See ya next chapter!