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There's been a bit of rumbling about the site for a while since this fic showed up, and the comments I've seen have been mixed. I've mentioned before that I haven't checked it out for myself, now's the time to change that.
I'm going to try something different this time. I'm going in neutral, leaving this blog post open as I read on. I'll quote bits I want to comment on until the end of the first chapter. It may end up looking like a riff, but I'm not going into this fic hating it. However this turns out, it's just my thoughts as I read along.
Let's start with first impressions...
23k words as a first chapter? That's not exactly inviting now, is it? And it's made more poignant by having the succeeding chapters not even half as long. I suppose one should have braced for this when the story is 1.5 million words long.
War. War never changes.
And neither does this tagline. Oh, but wait. It's
“Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria…”
War. War never changes.
That's actually a nice bit of juxtaposition between the two opening lines associated with the two crossover elements.
I trotted into the sector’s communal bathroom, and immediately my ears perked to a familiar giggling. Walking past a stall, I glanced in at two mares employing unauthorized and probably ineffective washing techniques. According to the training manual, behavior like that in public spaces was punishable by whipping and restriction to C class rations, so it was pretty understandable that the pair looked up with some trepidation when they spotted me.
“Oh, it’s just Blackjack,” the dappled mare, Pastels, said in relief before flushing and snapping at her partner, “I swear, you are trying to get us flogged!”
“Fun,” giggled the white mare, Misty Hooves from the bakery, nuzzling her. Misty was a chronic offender. I didn’t know if she liked the kiss of the whip or if there was something else wrong with her. Or both.
I sighed. In theory, I was supposed to discourage this kind of thing. However, it fucking sucked being the mare who was supposed to discourage this kind of thing. “You won’t think so if it’s Daisy doing the flogging,” I commented, and instantly their smiles disappeared. I couldn’t blame them. With the constant duty and honor bullshit, a little flank spank was one of the few reliable means of recreation, and a lot of the security mares got really... enthusiastic about it. I stepped under the spray and immediately jerked. “Cold!”
I would note this as a gratuitous bit of lesbian pony fanservice made particularly annoying because it shows up so early, but it does provide some characterization for Blackjack. So she's a figure of authority, but she's willing to cut ponies some slack.
Instantly, my ruby eyes popped wide at her cute flank and graceful tail.
I would applaud that the story didn't frog march Blackjack to the nearest mirror to describe her, but this is still an awkward place to start mentioning her ruby eyes.
What? I was security! I was allowed to break the rules when pursuing a fine flank!
So...that's less "reasonable authority figure" and more "corrupt cop".
“Right. You got me,” I said as I held up the hoofcuffs. “So?”
“Aww… don’t know the spell yourself? I thought all the security unicorns did. Marmalade does,” Daisy taunted as she stepped over me, making her way towards the atrium stairs. The vapid unicorn gave a slack grin and nodded, and then both of them had a good laugh as they trotted away. I rose, glaring at their backs before hobbling after the pair.
So any security mare should be able remove the magical shackles of any other security mare. That's going to pose problems when they have to actually restrain rogue security mares now wouldn't it? Well, security mares besides Blackjack I suppose.
Huge support pillars had been sculpted in a parody of tree trunks, and the support beams had been fashioned to resemble branches.
Why would they be a parody? Are they making fun of trees? The word may be close, but it's not the right fit.
Still, despite being made out of recycled poo water, the chips were pretty tasty!
There's a lot of exclamation points in this story.
“Which means you’re intelligent. Skilled! That you possess far more competence than a lowly security pony like myself!” I said as she hesitated. I almost had her convinced! “I’ll pay you in oral sex!” I blurted. Textbook turned the shade of a spoiled apple, and Rivets covered half her face as she chuckled.
There's a line between roguish charm and being sleazy. Blackjack doesn't have to worry about that line though, she's pretty deep in the sleazy side.
“I had no idea. I didn’t think you were into mares,” Rivets said with a smile, munching on her grass chips.
Lady, Blackjack runs around chasing mares and just loudly sexually propositioned a mare in a public place. She's not exactly very subtle. You've either only known her very very recently or you're dense enough to make lead seem like Styrofoam.
I glared down at the cuffs on my hooves, growled, and then bit the conjured metal.
Interesting. I thought that it was a magical construct like a green lantern thing. Are they creating solid matter out of nowhere or are they just summoning it from somewhere else?
“Do overmares ever?” Rivets countered with a snort. “Her mother was bad enough; I sure didn’t shed any tears when she died last year. But that little tyrant is going to…” and she drew herself up short, realizing that even though I was the most irresponsible mare in security, I was in security. She coughed, then gave a little shrug. “I’m just concerned about the stable. That’s all.”
And that was the story of my life. No matter how friendly I was, I was security. She wasn’t. I enforced the Overmare’s rules and punished those who didn’t. I sighed, my ears drooping a little. “Well, see you at the card game tonight?”
I like this Rivets. She's also doing a lot of complaining, which appears to be the usual pastime for the stable besides fucking, but she's making the best of what she has instead of constantly screwing up and pitying herself.
Everypony in Stable 99 had a job assigned to them from birth. Maintenance ponies maintained, security ponies secured, and baker ponies baked. The forty or so males in Stable 99 were no different: they were breeding equipment. From birth, they had their segregated quarters in medical and were signed out by mares for reproductive purposes and, more frequently, recreational. There were twenty unicorns and twenty earth ponies on the breeding rotation. Once a male reached… how old was it? Twelve? Fifteen? -- they were put into breeding. Of course, to keep the number in rotation the same, that meant that a male had to be taken out of breeding and retired.
So they're walking sperm banks. You know, just because you've been living underground doesn't mean you have to turn into drow.
Wait, scratch that. Let me talk about the dark elves from the Forgotten Realms for a moment.
There are underlying reasons why the drow are so matriarchal and treat their males like shit. True to the spider motif they have, drow females are bigger, stronger, and possess a greater divine affinity than drow males. The principal drow deity, Lolth the spider goddess, also actively encourages constant domination and in-fighting among them to "weed out the weak". So the females have the means and incentive to dominate the males. Even then drow males were allowed to be fighters and wizards. They were considered expendable, yes, likely to be sacrificed to summon demons or whatever, but they weren't locked away and reduced to mobile cocks.
Why would they do this to their stallions? Population control? That would be better served by controlling the number of mares, not stallions. Why aren't they allowed to do anything else besides fuck? It's not hard for a stallion to be a repairpony and then fuck a bunch of mares when he's free. I don't think this was touched upon in the original. Little Pip was just sort of nonchalant about how "overmare" was they way things were. I doubt it will be touched upon here, the way things are going so far. It's just...there.
Yeah, except nopony ever asked me if I wanted them. She started for the exit. “Hey…” I called after her, and when she looked back, I sat down and raised my cuffed hooves. “You mind, Mom?”
That's actually a nice reveal. Smooth transition and the information was hidden temporarily without making it seem that it was being hidden. The only giveaway was that Blackjack thought a lot about how her mom was a security mare.
Technically, every unicorn, much less every security unicorn, was supposed to be able to do a whole slew of spells that I couldn’t.
You mentioned that earlier. You're starting to repeat yourself, Blackjack. If you're gonna whine, I'd appreciate fresher ones.
Okay, this was my chance! I grinned. “So… I’ve got ten minutes before I have to start my rounds. Can I swing by your quarters on my way for that flank spank?” I gave her my best ‘I promise you’ll enjoy it’ look.
She snorted, looked at me, and gave a flat ‘in your dreams’ “No.” Then she trotted away from me as I sat down hard, watching her go.
“Oh come on! I was being sympathetic! Nice! Midnight?” But she didn’t look back as she disappeared down towards the residential quarters with the rest of the mares. “Ugh, what does a mare have to do to get a little service in this place?!” I sighed, head hanging. “So unfair…”
That's...really disgusting. She's trying so hard to be sympathetic whenever she's complaining about being security, but it's hard to care for her when she's being so aggressively, stalkerishly, lewd. She reminds me of Princess Fatora from El Hazard, and that reminds me of how this scene would be perceived as twice as loathsome if she was a stallion.
“She’s the Overmare. It’s her job to keep us all safe,” I replied, almost by rote as my red eyes looked from one to the next. Only Rivets met my gaze.
Again with the self-description. My brown eyes can't take it.
I slowly slipped back from the table, leaving my bits behind.
Damn, she got so awkward that she left her va-- oh, wait she meant money.
She just looked at me with wary eyes. “Just... getting some stuff for Rivets.” Her soft voice was surprisingly deep for such a puny pony.
‘P-21: Breeder. Retire from service immediately,’ flashed on the screen of her… no… his PipBuck. “You’re the new P-21,” I muttered, staring down at his saddlebags and clothing.
Oh, okay. So their females are bigger than their males? Guess they're more drow-like than I first thought. Are they going to start worshiping spiders next?
As we struggled, though, I still had one advantage she didn’t. My horn flashed white as I wielded the baton in my magical grip. And one more thing I could do with telekinesis: with another thought, I triggered my PipBuck’s ‘Stable-Tec Assisted Targeting System’. The S.A.T.S. was a magical spell that momentarily slowed time almost to a stop and let me line up my attacks perfectly. Each attack cost some spell charge that had to build back up over time, but right now I wasn’t going to waste any of it. Three baton strikes to the head. The spell even gave me the probability of each strike landing!
You know, I fucking hate that spell. They should re-name it "Mookslayer", because that's what it does. It's like Inuyasha's Wind Scar, a move designed to wipe out all the faceless enemies, but always proves not enough for the boss monsters so there has to be a prolonged fight. The game had V.A.T.S. so you can turn the real-time shooter into a turn-based shooter in case you didn't have the reflexes or the patience to keep things moving at real-time, and probably so Bethesda can point at a feature and say "See? It's not just Oblivion with guns!" It wasn't a time-stop spell.
“Forget it. You can handle the little cock. I’ll report you’re bringing him in,” Daisy said sourly as she touched her bleeding nose and then glared at me. “One day, I’m going to have your fucking head on a stick, Blackjack. Promise you that.”
I'll note that Daisy didn't use S.A.T.S in return to sneak in some hits before moving on. I'm reminded of a spell, oh sorry, power, in the old D&D psionics handbook called "Temporal Velocity". It also functioned as a sort of time-stop spell. However, after the speeded up moment, the caster was severely disoriented for a few rounds as a result of being in a faster timeframe. S.A.T.S. doesn't seem to have any sort of drawback save for a brief cooldown.
Then I spotted the olive filly watching us from down the hall.
You know her name. Or is it another olive filly? Damn, now I'm getting confused.
“Oh…” Males in 99 lived in medical and were identified on their breeding roster by their designations. P for earth ponies, U for unicorns. Don’t ask me why the former wasn’t E; I’d never gotten a straight answer.
Who is she talking to? Me? I thought I was looking at the world through her eyes and she was narrating to herself. Am I some kind of passenger in her head?
“Nope,” I replied and took out the syringe of Med-X painkiller. I yanked the cap off the needle, jammed it into his leg, and squeezed the soft plastic tube to force the drugs into his system.
Guess she studied in the Dexter Morgan school for giving shots; able to find a blood vessel instantly.
There was a pop from his knee like a gunshot as he screamed, the limb jerking back into place.
I had a bone reset once. It was more of a wet, dull pop. It certainly didn't sound like a deafening explosion of gunpowder. Now, maybe it hurt like a gunshot, but Blackjack's not in the position to feel that hurt.
“Well… I suppose. He helped me with Scotch, after all,” she replied in far softer and warmer tones than ‘suppose’.
I like this. It has a subtlety to it and touches on the interesting question how fatherhood works in a stable. I'm thinking drow again (I keep going back to them because of this fic) and how matron mothers had a lot of patrons so the children of a drow noble house weren't sure who their fathers were. Normally, it wasn't important, then there's the whole deal with Driz'zt and Zaknafein, does Blackjack ever wonder about her father? Bah, it's not going to be touched upon further in this fic is it?
I wished I could just tell my mom things, but there was always a line. She would be my mom until a point was reached, and from then on she was firmly ‘Head of Security’. And that always came first.
You keep repeating this thought. This has to be like what? The third or fourth time to mention that your mom is head security first before mom?
He stood, then lifted his tail, carefully pulled out a bobby pin, and extracted a small screwdriver from his… body cavity.
This mare who loudly propositioned another mare in a public for oral sex, can't say the word "ass"...to herself.
Stable-Tec! Going outside! This was huge! Epic! A real game changer! With Stable-Tec here, all the Overmare and Rivets’s ponyshit didn’t matter. Maybe I wouldn’t have to be security anymore. Maybe…
Ugh...did she really just say "epic"? Is she going to talk in l337 next?
What was that noise and why was my mane crawling?
Your mane is crawling because it's been possessed by the spirit of foreshadowing.
The whites of her eyes were stained a solid piss yellow.
This is going to be an easy way to differentiate good and evil characters, isn't it? If they're described as resembling excrement in any way, they're bad news.
Her reeking brown teeth curled in a grin of pure glee.
Must be some new breed of super mutant with teeth-curling powers.
You!” rasped a pony from the door, a unicorn floating a rusty razor blade in front of her. I found something better… I hoped… in the rusty twenty gauge shotgun dropped by the earth pony I’d just killed. I didn’t even need to use the mouthgrip. I slipped into S.A.T.S. as she charged, the blade slashing wildly in front of her, the world dropping to a crawl. In the spell, I could target her legs, body, or…
The Mookslayer, of course.
There was an easy way to tell which way the raiders had come: they’d left a trail of blood from residential door to residential door all the way down the hall.
And she's correctly identified the enemy type despite this being her first time encountering them. That's some lucky guess there.
Inside one room, I saw a red bar moving towards the door, and I slipped into S.A.T.S. the second her head was in view. My glowing baton crushed her windpipe in a single lucky hit. Her yellow eyes bulged and rolled as she dropped a .38 revolver from her mouth; hey, I might have slept through two thirds of my classes and Textbook’s lectures, but I paid attention to my firearms training! My backswing smashed her temple, sending her slumping against the door frame.
And the Mookslayer does it again.
“Yummy!” Then she lunged, grabbing my leg and trying to bite through my security barding!
You crushed her windpipe, she should be dead from asphyxiation, but this could be an interesting touch of unreliable narrator. Blackjack only thought she crushed the raider's windpipe, but had not actually hit with enough force.
I suddenly became very aware of one part of him that wasn’t mechanical. A part that I was fairly sure was going to be inside me in a few seconds. I became aware of a whimper and looked over at a prone white shape. The Overmare. One of the filthy, yellow-eyed ponies was pinning her down and raping her, her mouth and flanks bloody. The idea was utterly alien to me, and I did all I could to tear my eyes away and hide my horror. Mares might occasionally force another mare against her will, a class A crime, but for a stallion to do that to a mare was… focus, Blackjack!
That's really gross, and excessive. This is the first chapter and we've got a stallion's head being blown off with a shotgun, cannibalism and self-mutilation, a pony exploding into chunks of gore, rape...where do you go from here when you've set the bar so high and so early?
A Stable 99 stallion? How?
I actually like this bit if it's what I think it is. It's a consequence of a bad system coming back to bite them in the ass. It's potty-mouthed raider Driz'zt and potty-mouthed raider Zaknafein coming back to Menzoberranzan to give their house what for.
She flushed furiously. “Go buck yourself, Blackjack.”
You've already used the word "fuck". No reason to do this now.
“Sodomized,” P-21 said simply. I was really glad that Daisy didn’t have a shotgun at that moment. She did, however, launch herself at P-21 with the clear intention of smashing him into blue jelly. I was barely able to stop her. What, was he trying to get killed?
“How’d you know?” Marmalade asked curiously, but he just gave her a flat look and went back to work. “Rude.”
This is a needlessly disgusting detail that goes nowhere. Better off cut is what I say.
Luck saved me from a messy splat as bones churned beneath my hooves.
You know, you can only use that term for so many times before I start replacing "luck" with "the author".
Footnote: Level Up.
New Perk: Rapid Reload - All your weapon reloads are 25% faster than normal.
This wasn't clever when Kkat did it, and it's not clever now. If you want your character to develop new skills, show them developing these skills, like Blackjack practicing with various guns and how to reload them with maximum efficiency. Kind of similar to those bootcamp training montages when cadets disassembled their guns and reassembled them. Only this one is for reloading.
Good God, what if DannyJ did this for To Keep the Fire Burning?
ENEMY DEFEATED Firelink acquired 5000 souls, then allocated it to his STR and END
Well, that's the end of the first chapter. It's...really excessive. More so than the original I believe. This seems to be a pattern now for game crossovers. Chapter 1 is particularly long because the author wants the tutorial section of the game completed in the first chapter. It's not completely unbearable, I might come back to check on the next chapter, but so far it hasn't been so much as gripping as it has been vile.
5w, 3dThe Thousandth (Answers)6 comments · 116 views
Reader Review asked:
What's your favorite genre of music?
I don't really listen to music in terms of genre anymore. I used to listen to a lot of J-pop and J-rock when I was much more of an anime fan. These days, I just listen to whatever catches my attention. A lot of it now comes from various game OST's. I also like stuff by Two Steps from Hell, and gregorian chants.
How do you cope with "writers block"?
I write. When I have the block, most of the writing comes out as shit, but I just shit it out if that's the case. What's important is that there's something coming out. It's easy to come back and edit or to scrap an idea that turns out to be bad, but a blank page is useless.
Would you rather fight 100 duck sized horses, or 1 horse sized duck?
A hundred duck-sized horses. I wouldn't even approach a horse-sized duck. Even the normal-sized ones are pretty fucking vicious.
Digital Media Disk asked:
Have you ever got to a point where you can enjoy reading your own stories, and who is your least favorite pony and why?
Of course I enjoy reading my stories. It's a necessity as I have to read it over and over again when it's time to fix it. My least favorite pony is Fluttershy. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I despise her aggressively cute design and the episodes that spotlight her are annoying. Bats! sealed the deal for me.
Obsidian Rose asked:
In Ophidus, are there any 'slave masters' that are extremely nice to their 'slaves'? As in, they are more like servants that are treated with respect/dignity? I can guess one would get in a lot of trouble for that. Heck, if you can't have sex with a pony, what makes you think you can even crack a smile at one without going under the pain of death?
Prudence is the norm for Ophidite slave owners. Ponies are tools and resources. If you abuse your tools, they will break, and you'll have to get new ones. The typical owner provides for his slaves and keeps them in relative comfort depending on how useful they are. There are extremes on either end of the spectrum, but these are rare and are both frowned upon.
I have this feeling that Celestia's father, is more like Celestia. Or more appropriate, Celestia takes after her father. I feel as though he cares and loves, but does it like Celestia does. AKA, doesn't seem like it, and is laid back, almost to the point of stubbornness/incompetence...or worse. Am I even remotely close?
Not really. Avoid thinking in terms of Generation Xerox. Yes, Celestia does take after her father, but so does Terrato. Even Luna and Oceanus, though to a lesser degree.
Now it's obvious Terrato loves Black Rose, even after all the shit she's done, but hey "Protect Equestria at all costs, no matter who pays it." From my understanding, Black Rose gave up her love to protect Equestria, she needed Terrato to do away with her 700 years ago. Am I correct for believing that Terrato understands that? Or does Terrato have some weird, bad girl fetish going on? And even after all this shit, I still think Terrato can love, hug and be more conscious about others lives.
Black Rose gave up a happy life, not necessarily her love. She didn't "need" Terrato to do away with her, but she had safeguards ready for such an incident. Though he will stubbornly refuse to outright acknowledge that Black Rose had to go so far, Terrato does understand it to some degree. His love for her, however, comes from a strong will that perseveres even when things turn to shit, not because of a fetish.
From what I've seen, The Queen is a lot more involved with mortals than the king is. Does she have her own special secretive group that keeps tabs on Equestria. Or is she able to do it within the Silver Sanctum along with that aid of her divination.
The Queen does not have agents working for her. Her sight gives her all the info she needs to make little adjustments as she sees fit.
#5.) (Bear with me here, this is gonna get nutty.) Oceanus, I have my own theory and I have no idea how close it is or how far off it is, but fuck it. It makes a lot of sense in my view. Or I'm just nuts...either way: I theorize that Oceanus is possessed by an evil entity, namely the devil. And how he got possessed was coming across The Abyss where (Bible Nonsense) God sealed away all the evil in the world at the time. The fallen angels. And me thinking Abyss, as possible reference to same thing. I know your work is influenced by a lot of fantasy. Anyways. Oceanus either deliberately opened up The Abyss or was tricked into opening it. And in return was exposed to the evil and ending up getting possessed.
That's quite a theory. I'd really rather that you discuss it with fellow readers as I would prefer to dispense such vital information through the story instead of little clumps of "Word of God". I don't mind giving little world details, but not some so major as Oceanus's background/motives.
#6.) From what I've seen. The Eternal Herd is in chaos thanks to the king and queen not making any peeps for a prolonged period of time. Is the second highest authority(The Elder Council) are they not supposed to keep that under control instead of letting it fester for the past millennia and being the cause of all the civil unrest, paranoia, stupidity the Eternal Herd now finds itself in. Were they only caring about whoever the guy who is ten thousand years old dating? And their own ego, instead of doing their job? Or is that the Steward's Job, which Lexarious should have been replaced by now.
It's not fair to lump a large council of alicorns into a single archetype of "obstructive bureaucrat". Yes, some of them are more selfish or paranoid, but this is a large group. Lexarius served as a steward of Equestria, not as the King's second-in-command. That was why he was called Lexarius the Steward. The Herd obeys the orders of the King and Queen, but it can operate on its own without being constantly steered.
#7.) (Last Question) Do the king and queen forgive Luna for her foalish temper tantrum from a thousand years ago and understand that it was an incredibly stupid mistake and that she is matured now and is responsible. Or do they hate her rotten guts, intend(if not already done) disown her, and then rip her apart?
The order to censure Luna was done to protect her from the power of abyss, not to punish her. There was never any hate involved. As for what the King and Queen's current stand is, you'll have to wait and see.
What got you into writing for horses?
I got into the fandom after investigating why there were so many youtube videos about cartoon ponies going around. When I became a fan, the variety and volume of fan content impressed me so that I wanted to come up with my own. I'm terrible with pictures, or singing, or editing videos, but I thought I was pretty okay with writing. When I saw that even something dark and long like Fallout: Equestria had its audience in the fandom, I went for it.
How would you describe the radicalness of alpacas?
1.) How much time do you think it will take for your fanfiction to be Complete?
I honestly don't know given changing circumstances over here. I really hope it takes only a year or two more, but I can only hope for the best and keep going.
What music do you listen to while writing?
Game OSTs. Usually from Souls games, the Mass Effect series, Metal Gear, Tenchu 2 and 3, and Castlevania: Symphony of the Night. When I'm writing specific scenes, I often loop songs for atmosphere, especially if its a scene strongly reminiscent of a game scenario such as:
The fight with Ridentem: Ornstein and Smough (Dark Souls)
The fight with Fulmen: The Old Dragonslayer (Dark Souls 2)
Duel between Celestia and Terrato: Gwyn, Lord of Cinder (Dark Souls)
Vanguard attacks the Coldsteel Construct: Iron Golem (Dark Souls)
Fight against the six companions: Four Kings (Dark Souls)
Any romantic scenario: Theme of Rosa (FFIV)
3.) Will we see more Ancient Eternal Herd politics & history? (I am really curious about the Agamanthion void rifts and the strange sixth.)
Did you disclose your ponyhood to anyone in real life? How much do you keep it secret?
I haven't disclosed my ponyhood to anyone because I'm not a pony. If you mean my love for the show, I neither hide nor show it. My brothers can see me browsing this site, EqD, and watching episodes, but I don't try to bring them into it. I have no problem doing such things in a public cafe either, but I don't make a show of it.
5.) What do you do for a living?
6.) Do you see yourself writing professionally? If so i really hope you recreate this masterpiece out of the Ponyverse.
Yes. When I do write something that's not a fanfic, however, it will be different story. I don't want to take the E.L. James path of de-fanficing my fanfic and publishing it.
Why haven't you bothered to get a profile pic that isn't the default one?
You've answered your question. It's because I can't be bothered to get a profile pic.
What made you choose your username?
Visidenvisidane the Sword Grave is a unique monster I created in a D&D session a long time ago: a conglomeration of restless spirits that possess a massive array of swords fused to the point that they are now a single being. The name itself doesn't have any meaning beyond me trying to create an odd name, it just became something I stuck with up to now.
In your opinion, is Obama secretly Satan, or secretly Hitler?
He could be both, and President Aquino would still be worse than him.
The Ponytail asked:
Have you ever done a no-death run in any of the Souls games?
Several and I've always failed. Best I can do is a Company of Champions run with less than five deaths.
Have you ever successfully solo'd Ornstein and Smough, or are you a casul scrub?
Duuuude, I solo'd Ornstein and Smough on my first try naked, with one hand tied behind my back, and using the Guitar Hero controller.
I'm curious in that if Rarity is your favorite pony, why was she put on the backburner in the first novel?
If I developed my story strongly influenced by my personal likes and dislikes in the Mane 6, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy would not have survived Breaking Point, and Rarity would have done all the ass-kicking. Yes, Rarity is my favorite, which is why I'm particularly conscious of how much I work with her. I may have gone too far towards the other end, but hey that's what happened.
Why didn't modern Equestria not share more advanced technology across the barrier? Celestia surely could have given them modern steel production techniques, railroads, or any technology that would help them defend themselves? They can forge their own weapons and armor, and so they have the iron to do it. Having the capacity to make modern steel wouldn't be that far off. Also curious as to why Pegasi have crossbows over longbows, considering that would fit their agility much more. The Welish longbow with a bodkin arrow would be extemely effective. Or even from a Mongolian recurve bow. I'm being anal. Excessively. The first question is much more important.
Barrier Lands steel is pretty up to date. The sharing of technology, indeed of anything was a very risky form of interaction that Celestia didn't want to risk. I will admit that this is also because I want more control over the swords/sorcery tech. Crossbows are easier to train with. Some pegasi with who have the time and skill to use the longbow do train (see Longstride and Southern Legionnaires) but the easier to handle crossbow is the Legion go to.
If you could cuddle anypony instead of torturing them as if you're playing Dark Souls, who would it be?
I would say Rarity, but she probably won't appreciate my cuddling as I'm rather boisterous and rough, so Applejack.
If you could hang around anypony instead of torturing them, who would they be?
Same as above.
How big do you physically see ponies?
Around slightly below waist-high.
Do you still like the show and where it's going? I do miss the sarcasm of season one Twilight, and it was when Spike was epic, but other than that I think the rest of the cast has grown a lot. Yes, Twilight can be a bit too perfect at times, but the yak episode showed her OCD freak out was completely squee worthy.
I'll be honest. I still haven't watched the latest season despite the hiatus. I just haven't roused myself to go on a marathon. I really hate what they've done to Spike. Twilight, I'm mildly apprehensive, but I still like her. I don't like the increasingly frequent nods to the fandom. It's like the show is taking cues from "Double Rainboom". I'm still waiting for my Princess Celestia episode. I've been waiting for a Princess Celestia episode since the end of Season 1.
That Army Dude asked:
Bacon or pancakes?
Preferably both. If you are so cruel as to make me choose, I'd go with bacon.
1) Do you recommend listening to music while writing?
If it helps with atmosphere, then yes. If it only serves to distract you, then no.
2) How many more installments can we expect for this series?
The main series is Breaking Point, Reckoning, Journeys, Legacy, and Abyss. I'm already working on Journeys and Legacy, so there's only Abyss left.
3) Will you be writing any Holiday specials for the Upheavalverse?
Holiday specials? Like what, Terrato talking about the joys of Christmas? I don't think so. I'd rather just keep pushing the main series. I'm slow enough as it is.
4) When can we see more Discord in this story? I'd love to see him kick Oceanus's flank at some point.
He will show up at some point, but it won't be soon. And it won't be to kick Oceanus's flank.
And that's all of the questions. Thanks again, everyone.
5w, 4dThe Thousandth17 comments · 179 views
Well, will you look at that, the fourth digit to my follower count. Truly, I have reached the upper echelons of...
Waaait, some of my faithful followers haven't been online for over a hundred weeks! Not exactly eager for the next update now, are they? And there might be multiple accounts from one person, or people too lazy to hit unfollow. The actual number's quite vague. I doubt that it's a thousand, or even nine hundred.
Regardless, I'm going to use this moment to be thankful for the readers I have, whether it's a thousand or one. It's been quite a journey, and I'm all for keeping on going. So, thank you for sticking around.
Now, I had planned to imitate other people on this site by doing an AMA upon reaching this point. So, I'll do just that. Ask away, people. I'll be back after a while to answer. Mind you, while it's Ask Me Anything, it's not necessarily Answer Everything. If it involves personal info, even something like my real name, I probably won't be very forthcoming.
7w, 5dBest Pony10 comments · 224 views
From best to worst.
3. Twilight Sparkle
4. Rainbow Dash
5. Pinkie Pie
Why, yes, I do like the Mane 6 in a strict hierarchal order.
1. Rarity is the first fashionista-type character I've ever liked in any medium. By virtue of that alone she can be the best pony for me. I also like the careful balancing act that is her character; her ambitions vs her devotion to friends and family, her greed vs her generosity, her vanity vs her willingness to go through a lot of embarrassment and filth for others. I also like her voice. Rarity has the best songs in the show. I also like the character design. She has that stylish and elegant charm that's not overdone. So long as she doesn't put on that clown make up from Sonic Rainboom ever again. Yech.
2. I hated Applejack when I first started watching the show. I thought she was like Agent Sawyer in the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen movie; some kind of mandate to ensure that there was a particularly American presence in the main cast so they had to toss in a cowboy pony with a thick, easily recognizable American accent and an apple theme. Applejack sort of grew on me as the episodes passed. Applejack is the least moe of the mane six. No, I don't mean that she's not cute. She is. But there is a sense of sincerity in her design that makes me feel like I'm not being heavily manipulated to find her cute. It's hard to pinpoint just how she projects that. She just does for me. I like the themes of family, work ethic and integrity that her stories often involve, and I really wish The Last Roundup was done entirely from her perspective. So yeah, she went from last to second. I find that impressive. Didn't think my opinion could change so much.
3. Twilight started out second. I did like her awkwardness, her bookish naivete, and the inner strenght she has underneath those. I still do to this day. I just feel that she's slowly but surely being made as regal, graceful, and sagely, as Princess Celestia, and that's just dull.
4. I'm not fond of the whole tsundere thing Rainbow has going for her what with the whole brash and tough on the outside but sensitive and vulnerable on the inside. It's not rage-inducing though. I've mostly been neutral towards Rainbow from the beginning to the present.
5. Never liked Pinkie that much. It's the type. Maybe because I'm a pretty reserved person to the point that I even find adding someone to my follow list as being very forward and must be done sparingly and with deliberation. I just find her really obnoxiously friendly.
6. Originally, Fluttershy was second to the last with Pinkie hitting bottom after Applejack started rising in my esteem. If Applejack is the least moe of the mane six, Fluttershy is the most. She's so cutesy and meek, and so relentlessly designed to make you want to protect her that it gets the opposite reaction from me.
And then Bats! happened. She got even more moe and became worst pony for me. I don't just mean just in the mane six. Or even just the ponies.
This story is a sequel to Upheaval: Reckoning
Equestria's fragments have reunited, and the power of sunlight shines once more within Celestia. With the remnants of the Old Kingdom destroyed, the Abyssal Throne sent away, the threat of Gravitas defeated, and Black Rose no more, Equestria now faces the encroaching darkness of Oceanus and his rebels.
But the stage is not yet fully set. Twilight Sparkle and her friends must gather what means they may before the battle is joined.
Cover art provided by Obsidian Rose
After the siege of Bastion City and the theft of the power of sunlight, Spike takes on Prince Terrato's offer to train under the kirin, Seethe Scale. He must travel to the Western Barrier Land to gain the strength to help his friends.
Once there, however, Spike soon realizes that there is more for him to contend with in this harsh environment than developing his abilities.
Black Rose's elite agents serve her in various ways. To accomplish her tasks, their talents must be both great and diverse, requiring individuals from the far-flung corners of Equestria. To gather them is a difficult task in and of itself, a task that two siblings must deal with if Black Rose's plans could even have a chance to succeed.
Throughout history, the wolven have been known as vicious and rapacious raiders, swooping in from their frozen homeland far to the north in small bands to seize what they please from unfortunate settlements and caravans across Equestria's borders. For this one occasion, however, wolven raiders have acquired something that may be more trouble than it's worth.
Lexarius the steward, the alicorn sent by the Herd to aid those oppressed by the Everlasting Kingdom and their own tainted heritage, seeks to help those he considers his new kin. The first step, however, proves difficult as he must preside over a meeting that reveals old hatreds that may well destroy his path before he could even take it.
This story is a sequel to Upheaval: Breaking Point
Following the events of Breaking Point, Twilight Sparkle and her friends discover that Equestria's demise may not come from an enemy invasion, but from within. The Barrier Lands and the Heartland begin the slow and uneasy process of reuniting into a single Equestria, but this long-delayed joining is already in danger at its conception.
With Celestia's power in her grasp and her agents by her side, the wheels of Black Rose's plans for Equestria's future continue to turn. However, her brazen gamble has done more than just bring down a centuries-old barrier. Ancient powers begin to stir: the remnants of a dark period in Equestria's history, the immortal inhabitants of Celestia's homeworld, and a rising tide of darkness coming ever closer.
Equestria is a land of magic and harmony, a peaceful realm ruled by immortal and benevolent monarchs. At what cost is this possible?
Following the discovery of a strange and powerful device, Twilight Sparkle is whisked away to the edges of a land she thought she knew so well. Here, surrounded by ponies whose very existences have been kept secret, she must contend with vicious enemies, hostile allies, and the truth.
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