One is looking forward to unwinding...
THE SECRET JOURNAL OF SPOILED ROTTEN RICH. NOT TO BE READ, BROWSED, WRITTEN IN, PICKED UP OR BREATHED ON BY ANYPONY ELSE. THE PENALTY FOR DEFIANCE OF THESE RULES WILL BE SEVERE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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After a most invigorating luncheon, I informed my little daughter I would be staying home this afternoon to teach her the finer points of needlework (ha ha), cutlery polishing and table etiquette. I also told her that we would be practicing her keys on the piano, and rehearsing for the tryouts of the ballet recital next week. She tells me she hates these elite activities, but I know my precious is just nervous.
She then asked to use the little filly's room before our hours of productive training began, and being the amicable mare I am, I gave my permission. After all, she won't be allowed to go during our sessions together, and we don't want any accidents on my plush carpet like last time mid-pirouette, do we? She bolted up the stairs as if her very life depended on it, and disappeared into the bathroom. Gosh, she must've been holding that in for a while.
After tarrying in vain the next ten minutes for my offspring to conclude her business and return to me, I begin to get slightly impatient. Has she fallen down the drain, or something? Because that's exactly where her life is headed, if she doesn't start paying attention to me again. What's wrong with wanting your daughter to be the best at everything? The way she's been slacking lately, you'd think I was pushing her too hard. But if I could take that kind of pressure as a filly, I'm sure she can. Pure laziness, that's what it is.
I ascend the stairs to find out exactly what is going on. After a couple of stern commands to respond remain unanswered, I decide to take matters into my own hooves. Trying the door to discover it unlocked, I swing it wide to reveal a most troubling sight. The window open, and a fresh batch of my finest silken sheets knotted together to form a makeshift rope to the bottom of the grounds, with some telltale hoofprints leading away from the scene of the crime. It's official: My treasure is no better than a prison escapee.
You know the worst thing, though? I'm not in the least bit surprised.
She's been on the slippery slope since she humiliated me outside the school a few months ago, defending some young blank flank rapscallions who I later learned got their marks. Huh, that still doesn't make them any more than insignificant low-lives. Just insignificant low-lives with cutie symbols. Useless ones too, that imply the three of them will be bonded together forever as an unholy trio. It's a good thing I suppose for the community at large, because as a group they can do far less damage than they could individually. The way they infected my now rebellious daughter with their sick ideals of equality and friendship continues to scar our relationship to this day.
I just hope it's not too late for her to recover. Me and my husband are currently scouring the Filly Pages, to find the best psychiatrist bits can buy to restore her to her former self. He seemed reluctant initially, even making light of such a major catastrophe, but a stern pep talk from me soon got him with the program. Like it always does.
In the meantime, we'll have to tolerate her new hobbies of pie-making classes, schmaltzy Hearthswarming singing and hanging around with the undesirable elements of society. The only thing keeping me going these days is the thought she might be cured.
Please let it be soon. I'm not too sure I can take more much of her doing her own chores rather than relying on our paid-for servants, or giving all of her generous allowance to various charities I've never even heard of before. I mean, who cares about penniless griffons or displaced changelings?! Not me, that's for sure. Not her, either... Until those things got ahold of her and warped her fragile little mind.
Aargh!! I can't stand it. I need a bit of R&R to take my mind off of things. After informing the hired help of my plans, I take a short walk to the local spa. Usually, I'd travel in style in a stallion-drawn carriage, but today I'm feeling a tiny bit anarchistic. Blame my daughter's recent influence for this aberrance.
If I spot her in town on my travels... Well, let's just say the tongue-lashing I administered to her after the school election debacle will be a cakewalk in comparison. For her sake, I hope she's made herself scarce for now, until I've cooled off. The spa should soothe my thoughts, so I'll be far less harsh on her later than she really deserves. What a lucky, lucky filly.
I arrive at the building, having seen no sign of my daughter during my journey. She must be hanging about in that deathtrap tree construction with her newfound chums again. She'll come home later dirty, excited and loud, with a great big goofy grin on her face. Ugh. How vulgar. What must the glitterati of Canterlot think of us now?
Well, this time she can rinse the mud out of her own mane, and pluck the splinters out of her hooves by herself, because I'm done. How could she veer off track so comprehensively? I don't even recognise her these days. The onset of her therapy can't come soon enough.
Even her own best friend, who used to do everything she was told, seems different these days, far less... Subservient, for one. Perhaps I should contact her parents as well, see if we can organise a dual appointment for them both. We might even be able to get a discount.
I'm in such a distressed frame of mind that I don't even laugh at that cross-eyed mailmare colliding with the bell as usual, as I approach the Ponyville Day Spa in earnest, ready for my deluxe session. Somepony with as much gravitas and capital as me only warrants the very best treatment, of course. After all, this pristine equine form, as gorgeous as it is, can't maintain itself forever, you know.
Everypony here respects me, as is evidenced by the way they stop and stare as I enter with my head held high, a rose among thorns. Sometimes I even hear them whispering my name in hushed tones out of complete adulation. Still, I wish at least one of those serfs would get it right one of these days... My surname starts with an R, not a B. You can't expect miracles from the underclass, I suppose. Like, their continual refusal to roll out a red carpet when they see me drawing near. They'll learn eventually, I hope.
I march straight up to the pink pony who works there (not the hyperactive schizoid one, fortunately) and demand to be seen to immediately, starting off with the premium sauna package. After avoiding her usual nauseating attempt to kiss me on both cheeks, she responds in that funny accent of hers about how lovely it is to see me today, but even though they appreciate my regular custom, there is a bit of a problem with the steam room at the moment, and a slight queue has formed, so she apologises for any inconvenience caused.
Inconvenienced? I'm positively livid!! How dare she address me with such callous disregard for the copious amounts of coin I've invested here over the years, not to mention all of the free publicity I give them every time I simply show up. I make this point to the foreigner quite fervently in a long rant, but her only response to my diatribe is a myriad of glances upwards. I've noticed a lot of other ponies do that around me, too... Counting the cracks in the ceiling or watching the pegusi in the sky must be a popular pastime among the less well-off.
Eventually, I lose patience with the cloth-eared mare in front of me, and decide to see exactly how long this supposed line is. I brush past her pathetic attempt to stop my progress, and delve further into the spa. Past all the other ponies lying around with cucumber slices and mud packs on, while that white musclebound monstrosity gives another one of his infamous massages.
Having experienced one first hoof, I'm not too proud to say that they're pretty good. The problem is, they're delivered by somepony who's just so unsettling to look at. With that being the case, bringing reading material into that room is mandatory. Just one glance at that grotesque figure would be enough to put you off utilising his services forever. Which would be a shame, as for all of his numerous aesthetic faults, you sure feel limber afterwards.
Well, what do you know. The pastel-coloured immigrant was telling the truth. The queue for the steam room stretches from one wall to the next, and any hopes a new arrival would have of getting in early would quickly be dashed. Fortunately, I'm not just anypony though, and I want, no expect to be treated with a little more bias than the vast majority of these commoners. Not too much to ask really, is it?
So, in pleading my case, I passionately orated the speech to end all speeches to those ponies. To look past their inherent jealousy of me. To appeal to whatever blue blood from some long, long distant ancestor that may flow through their veins. To see me as I truly was, a paragon of the community, a local paradigm, their superior in every way. But right now, just a mare in need. All I wanted from them was their eternal love, devotion and support... Also, a place at the head of the line.
You know what should have happened next? For those ponies to bow down in submission. To concur that everything I said was absolutely correct. To make way for me without a moment's hesitation.
You know what actually happened? Looks of confusion everywhere. A few stifled laughs, Even more of them gravitating their pupils to the tops of their eyeballs, a trend I'm really starting to get sick of. They must be humbled, poor dears, that a grande mare such as I would demean myself to ask such a paltry favour from their sort.
Fortunately, I had just the solution to bring them out of their awestruck catatonia.
The bits went flying everywhere. I always keep some on my personage, in the event of matters of vital importance cropping up such as this. I take the loose change out of the aptly titled 'For Emergencies Only' safe in my husband's office. Occasionally, he has the temerity to lecture me on 'misappropriating' the funds, a charge I completely refute. What could be more of a crisis, than me being stuck behind a menagerie of lesser beings waiting for my pores to be unclogged?
Being the greedy little mules they are, the underclass followed the shiny like parasprites would pursue a polka band. A whole mass of bodies sprawled to retrieve as much of the currency as possible, allowing me to slip in undetected and claim what was rightfully mine all along. I am a true lady at heart, but even I couldn't resist a slightly smug smirk of satisfaction as the dust cleared, and my newly minted lackeys realised they'd been duped by yours truly.
They could grunt. They could growl. They could swear under their breath as much as they wanted. But the long and short of it is, I won. Just like I always do. Well, except for one pressing concern at the moment, but its early days yet. We'll see what happens in the end...
Anyway, I'm sure in time the other ponies there will realise I was just aiding and abetting them in reaching the obvious conclusion. Not that I expect any gratitude, mind you. Nopony has ever shown proper appreciation for anything I've ever done for them, least of all my own daughter.
She insisted just the other day I destroy a very expensive stained-glass window and statue I had especially commissioned in her likeness. I informed her that I carried out the task, but I secretly stashed them in storage instead for when I manage to restore her to default settings. It'll happen, mark my words.
Oops, I'm dwelling yet again on the one thing I came here to escape from. I once more try to focus on the present, and the fact that it appears to be rather drafty around here. Thank goodness for the perpetual flow of hot towels they bring you, or I'd be an ice cube by now. As many as the others take, I grab twice the amount. They learned long ago here that it was essential that a mare of my unique constitution needs to be properly insulated at all times.
Still, as cosy as I am, I'm still getting a little fed up of waiting. My husband will be home soon, and as much as I never owe him an explanation for anything, I do like to be there when he returns. I always greet him with a little peck on the cheek, a comforting hug, and a slip of paper detailing my monetary needs for the subsequent day. He always says it's too much, but I counter with my inarguable point that objet d'arts simply don't buy themselves. If there's ever anything one can never get enough of, its valuable trinkets.
I'm venting at the blue stallion standing next to me, who rudely turns away whenever I try to catch his eye, when it finally looks like there's movement ahead. I see my over-familiar pink friend from before turn the corner, and this time she's accompanied by two other mares.
One is that dressmaker who makes passable outfits in town, who incredibly seems to be making the most of her modicum of talent by expanding into Canterlot. Must be her connections with a certain princess. I used her once before, when a passing cart splashed muck on my frock and there were no better alternatives within distance. She doesn't charge very much, which is just as well as her stitching is mediocre at best. Still, if you reside in a backwater like Ponyville, beggars can't be choosers...
The other pony seems the most intent on speaking to us, and what a piece of work she is. A garish orange in hue. Rough-looking. Filthy yellow mane blowing free. Looks like she's spent her life labouring on the fields. The sort of pony I'd usually cross the street to avoid. But, unwilling to lose my place, I have no choice but to stay there and watch those well-worn hooves clop ever closer...
It gets worse. When she's within a few feet, that's when I recognise her properly. She's a member of that awful family my husband does business with. I know this because he, completely against my expressed wishes, has invited her back to the mansion for a glass of cider on a few occasions to celebrate successful apple crops.
I've told him numerous time I don't care how much cash she helps the Rich's rake in, I don't want that thing in my house messing up my marble floors and plush furniture. He mumbles an apology afterwards and says he'll never do it again, but he always does. It's gotten to the point where I even think sometimes he prefers the company of that hayseed to moi. Fortunately, such outlandish notions are soon crushed by the cold light of reality. Choosing her over me? As if!!
I also suspect her and that boutique owner's sisters have had something to do with the complete mental breakdown of my daughter. While I would love to harangue them both for their poor discipline and lousy supervision of their younger siblings, this is neither the time nor the venue for such talk.
No, that'll be a courtroom in the unlikely event whatever qualified specialist I hire to take care of my child fails to rescue her from the brink of insanity. Then, I'd have to resort to more... Intrusive methods, that aren't covered by my medical insurance. Guess who'll be hoofing the bill for them? Clue: Not me.
So, it is with a distinctly fake smile and friendly face that I greet her questions, in a masterful performance that would surely win me awards if any movie producer was watching. First, she speaks to that obnoxious stallion adjacent to me, then it's my turn. I grace her with the knowledge that I'm here for the steam room the same as everypony else, along with slipping in the little detail that I reside in a huge mansion that could hold fifteen of her dinky little farms.
She answers me by doing that stupid eye thing again (seriously, just what is up with that?!) along with everypony else. Then she starts waffling on in that annoying yokel of hers about a broken fixture needing to be repaired, before an odd moment occurs where she seems to pose dramatically with a toolbag and who-on-Tartarus-cares. I want my refreshing hot steam bath. I need it right now.
I begin complaining to the blue stallion again, who once more proves to be a most uncooperative listener. The staff should be working to solve the problem, whatever it is, not running around following pipes, listening to that dumb rustic pony who I'm sure can't even eat using a knife and fork and doesn't have the slightest idea what she's do... Oh, it's working again.
Well, what do you know... The uncultured rube has some talent after all, even though her skills are entirely limited to menial physical work that doesn't require much brainpower. Colour me shocked. In fact, so impressed am I by her prowess, I may even have been tempted to hire her to fix the toilets at my address on the rare occasions they become blocked, if it wasn't for the fact that, you know, I despise their entire family.
Still, not to worry. She'd filled a useful function for today, and that's all that matters. I quickly rush into the steam room first, taking up prime position in the centre, to burrow myself in cloudy bliss for the next half-hour or so. I shan't bore this journal with the rest of the details of my afternoon of luxury, but sufficed to say after it was all over, I felt like a new mare. Not that my usual fine self is lacking in any way, of course.
I exit at round about the same time as the redneck and her unicorn friend finish their treatment, now accompanied by a multi-coloured pegasus I may have glanced in the sky once in a while. She has the habit of creating intrusive rainbows and leaving deafening sonic booms in her wake, totally ruining the atmosphere of my especially organised parties with her showing-off. Completely inconsiderate of course, but not unexpected considering the company she keeps, and as a caveat, I do like her slippers.
As usual, a crowd of ignorant buffoons surrounds this trio of opportunists, which I'm forced to navigate around as I try to leave. What makes this bunch of ponies more worthy of commanding deference, than me? The beautiful wife of the most respected businesspony in town? The mare in charge of a lot of their useless progeny's futures as head of the school board? Anypony would think the trio causing such a ruckus in front of me had just saved the world, or something. Whatever. Just let me pass, so I can egress this madness.
When I finally arrive home, it's late... But my husband and daughter still aren't back. Oh well, they're the ones that are missing out on spending time with me. I get one of my strangely nervous-looking maids to pour me a glass of wine, before I start to sit down on my favourite seat to consider my promising future...
That's when I see it.
There's a note on my chair.
I glance at it quickly, before scrunching it up and throwing it away. If it's written by my husband it can't be anything important. Probably begging my forgiveness for forgetting to buy me a more expensive necklace, or something. He needn't worry about that... I'll more than 'persuade' him to make it up to me next time we're at the jewelers.
Hang on just a minute...
My wine glass drops and shatters.
I rush back to the bin where I deposited the piece of paper. It didn't register at the time, but two words stood out to me a few moments after my initial read-through.
They were 'trial' and 'separation'.
I peruse the rest of the text. Once, twice, three times, with more steam coming out of my ears than in the room I casually reclined in earlier.
Why, that dirty, no good, rotten...
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The rest of the journal has all the pages torn out, along with lots of horseshoe marks on the cover as if repeatedly stamped on. It was found in the midst of a tip by a rubbish disposal worker, and is being published now without permission. It's exact origin and time of writing is unknown, and some names have been erased to protect the identities of the living. The author could not be reached for comment.
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Well, looks like Spoiled... Oops, don't want to (Ahem) spoil too much. Bad joke, I know but anyways a great story Deadpan and welcome back to the world of fic writing!
Yeah, she is pretty delusional. But seriously though, this was hilarious.
Don´t normally like reading a story from the point of a character I dislike, but your story was well written and had an happy ending so I liked it and am thankful for it. I am looking forward to more from you (even if it from characters I don´t like:P).
Hoo boy. She is a piece. Of. Work. ... Or at least a piece of something...
Well played.
That "R not B" bit gave me one hell of a laugh though.
Wow, someone's head is in the clouds, and it isn't Rainbow's.
Guess it is a good thing that AA gun of a note brought her back to earth.
Is this in anyway connected to your other works? This isn't the first time SR is depicted this way...
7265027 No, this is simply based on canon up to and including the latest episode. As to this not being the first time SR has been depicted this way, that's because the show hasn't exactly given up many other facets of her personality, has it?
. After avoiding her usual nauseating attempt to kiss me on both cheeks,
Homeland tradition?
"She insisted just the other day I destroy a very expensive stained-glass window and statue I had especially commissioned in her likeness."
I hate to say it, but Spoiled has a POINT on that one.
7265095 Well, it's not like DT asked for them to made, is it? If ponies look at them and get a bad impression of her vanity, the blame should really lie with SR. That's why the request was made.
7264805 You and me both.
I liked it. Didn't see that ending coming, though!
So, Mr. Rich divorced his wife and took his daughter with him?
7266355 That, my friend, is in the lap of the gods...
7266403 Okay...
Heh. Doesn't she know 'equality's a dirty word now?
How dare Spoiled Rich
talkwrite about Best Pony that way! You insult her without valid reason, then there will be consequences! Also, gasp! Filthy Rich prefers the company of a world savior of good character over snooty, self centered Miss-her-name says-it-all? Shock of all shocks!This quote is just perfect. Excellent work; faved.
7266912 Sadly, Starlight Glimmer has corrupted the true meaning of that word. Starting from now, I think we can claim it back as our own. I BELIEVE IN US!!
So I will be punished for reading this ? L-lewd.
How can she used a rope to go down without hands of falling ? How ? My brain hurts thinking about it.
Typical teenager behaviour, always doing the opposite of what the parents want.
Spoiled referencing CotLM out of nowhere. That sentence is so ackward.
But, I'm doing that too.
A muscular sexy futur wonderbolt who can give the best massage in Equestria ? This guy is a mare magnet, I tell you.
Actually, I found the schoolhouse so much better with the stained glass. And DT is totally vain enough to like it. I wished it would have stay in the show.
Nah, not happening. Spoiled and Filthy is a tender and loving couple who complete each other perfectly.
7267559
If I were you, I sleep with one eye open tonite. Possibly with a bat by your side.
How can they use knives, forks, can openers or indeed any smart item that requires the utmost precision?
As for your other problem, would you like some paracetamol? I just bought some from the 99p store. If you headache is cured shortly afterwards though, consider it purely a coincidence.
Oh, and P.S she abseiled down. See? I think of everything.
Yup. My parents always wanted me to be a loser layabout who stay at home all day reading stories about anthropomorphic ponies. Of course, what they got was... er... let's move on, shall we?
There are lots of references to other episodes in this fic. I don't know why you've singled out that one as particularly 'awkward'. You're just trying to make me look bad, aren't you? And there was me thinking we were friends...
You and Aloe should get together. I'm sure you'd have lots of fun. She might even introduce you to her good friend Vera. Geddit?
But anypony with a crush on him, always ends up being crushed, quite literally.
Also, we still have to establish whether he can actually fly with any great efficiency or not... In Wonderbolts Academy he was a virtuoso, in Rainbows Falls he could barely even take off. WRITERS, MAKE YOUR MINDS UP!!
I wish the playground had stayed in the show too... Last time we got a glance at the background of the schoolyard, it was conspicuously missing. Maybe Spoiled got through to Filthy eventually, and he pulled the funding at the last minute. Shame.
And for the purposes of this fic, lets just say DT has been given a serious dose of humility. In the show itself, I still want her to preserve some of her narcissism and sass, even after her reform. Of course, that's even if they bother to give her another speaking part before the end of the program, now that she's fulfilled her original purpose...
I'm sure Filthy's bank manager would disagree. Don't you care about the poor guy at all, huh?
Thanks as usual for your thorough reply. Lots of fun going through it, as usual. Catch ya on the flip side!!
Well, Spoiled, looks like you can quit lying to yourself and pretending everything is fine. I'm actually surprised Filthy Rich was able to keep his divorce plans a secret from you.
Nah, I'm pretty sure it starts with a B.
Despite my strong dislike for this character though, this was a fun read!
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What annoys me is Glimmer talks about her former actions like she was the incarnation of evil, putting things in a black and white view. That is always dangerous, and foolish.
7268083 To be fair, stripping ponies of their individuality, brainwashing them into joining a cult, and doing what could very well be interpreted as treason, are all serious offenses.
7268096
Meh. What I found insanely unrealistic was how every single pony in the entire village spontaneously rejected the message after finding fault with the messenger.
7268257 They were lied to and brainwashed, led to believe that individuality was a sin. Learning that the messenger was a big hypocrite that didn't trust them was simply the icing on the cake. Granted, Double Diamond had little reason to turn on Starlight when he acted as her eyes and ears, even if he never knew of her secret.
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I don't see what Glimmer taught as lying. Simply another point of view. And all societies brainwash its members. We're brainwashed to buy what the TV tells us to.
7268394 She forcibly took away what made them unique, forcing them all to be the same and establishing a police state. Anyone in that sort of situation would naturally develop a resentment for the one who created it all.
7268498
She did that to the mane six, yes. But I wish the writers would do away with the nonsense of her 'taking over' Our Town, when she bloody founded it. I doubt there was a town full of misfits desperate for acceptance with two rows of houses in an equal sign.
7268508 Just because she founded it does not mean the villagers were wrong to complain when they learned Starlight was lying to them and had tricked them. They gave up their lives for something they thought was important, only to learn they were disposable pawns Starlight used to make herself feel self rightous.
7268512
What I can't believe is that they all abandoned the cause just because the one who introduced them to the cause had to keep their cutie mark because it was the only way for them to give up theirs.
7268551 Because that in and of itself confirmed she never trusted them, and thought only of how to use them to get what she wanted. If she truly believed in the equality she had convinced them of, she would've never tried to hide it behind the guise of a cult and create a police state.
7268566
The government lies to us all the time, yet revolutions don't happen every day.
7268572 The government does not outright condem individuality like Starlight did, on the surface everyone is said to be treated equally. Plus, we've seen that in Equestria cutie marks are a huge part of pony society, it's only natural that someone who would remove them for her own self benefit would provoke a lot of anger.
7268578
Starlight Glimmer wasn't selfish. She had a messiah complex to be sure, but she was the hero fighting against the evil mind control tattoos that were deciding ponies' fates for them as far as she was concerned. So no one has to suffer having a garbage collector cutie mark, as they were sitting next to a pony with a cutiemark for quantum physics.
7268587 Yet the show has taught us that a cutie mark is what you make of it, and it is possible to misinterpret it or not see the possibilites of it. And even then that does not justify Starlight's attempt at revenge by using time travel, she was shown directly what her actions would cause and yet she refused to believe it, even trying to justify it with her backstory and then threatening to destroy the spell so Twilight couldn't stop her. In that moment, Starlight was perfectly willing to doom the entire nation of Equestria to a future of misery and suffering, simply so she'd have the bragging rights of defeating Twilight and preventing her and her friends from getting their cutie marks. No matter how you slice it, that's basically treason.
7268599
Oh by Starlight's RETURN by the end of the season, she was most definitely just out for revenge, had nothing left in her mind BUT revenge, and figured if Twilight and her friends had never gotten together and ruined her life, she'd still be happy in Our Town with her friends. She wanted her life back, she wanted her friends back, she wanted her home back, and she was willing to take Twilight's and her friends' cause in her mind that was just making them 'even Steven.' And thanks to how little Starlight knew of Equestria's goings on, and how little credits Twilight and her friends have been given over the years for saving the world, she had a hard time swallowing that what she saw was real. She came back to reality because Twilight was likely the first one in a life time to actually treat what happened to her like it actually mattered.
What I found annoying was how NO ONE ELSE ever stepped in to save the world like a entire planet full of NPCs.
At any rate, those like Spoiled Rich was basically Starlight Glimmer's ultimate justification (and ponies like Blueblood, Lightning Dust, and most of Suri, Jetset and Uppercrust). Glimmer wanted a world of equal ponies, and thought cutie marks were getting in the way of that.
7268611 But she went about it all wrong, and tainted the idea as a result. Had she simply casually approached the subject and suggested the idea of ponies not being forced to be stuck with cutie marks they didn't know how to work with, perhaps she could've actually built up a following and brought about the change that could benefit those individuals.
7268620
Thus why I said, "Messiah Complex."
7268578
7268611
You know what, it is slightly annoying to get constant alerts on your bar that someone's left a nice comment on your story, only to discover it's you two having a spirited debate concerning a character this story doesn't even feature.
Not that it isn't fun to read, but I do wish after the dust has settled you two can perhaps take this bunfight somewhere else, to a more appropriate venue.
My only contribution to the topic is while I thought Glimmer's backstory was complete bull, and her integration into the show could have been handled a lot better, I have been warming to her ever since No Second Prances, which is possibly my favourite episode of the season so far.
Now, shake hands, and stop bogging down this comment section with irrelevance. You know it makes sense.
7267661
The show used to be creative about that. They used to have ponies acting like ponies. Nowaday it is always human pose and sticking hooves. I dread the day when they will stop using their mouth even for the most basic things.
I would rather have her jumping down and survive the fall without any injuries because she is a sturdy earth pony.
Are you implying this is a bad thing ?
In Rainbow Falls, he is in the team. So we can assume he is one of the best flyers in Ponyville. Give him some credits.
Look in your heart, you know I'm right. Plus the "Spoiled and Rich love passionately each other for ununderstandable reasons" aspect is appealling as fuck. You should give it a try.
See ya in a month when you finally write the next part you god damn slacker.
7268681 Sorry, didn't mean for it to get so out of control.
I like how you went all out with Spoiled and made her completely unrepentant. Fits her well.
7278678 Well, she doesn't really strike me as the kind to change their ways easily, ssoooo...
Uh, Spoiled, Diamond Tiara isn't a phone or a computer.
So Filthy Rich is planning on divorcing her?
Really glad to see you writing again. I love how you're able to keep characters in-character, especially Spoiled Rich, given what little we saw of her. Somehow you're able to make me hate her even more than I already do, and that is a sign of a truly amazing writer! I look forward to reading the rest of "A Mother's Love." I hope this bitch gets hanged in the end. After what she did to Diamond Tiara, she more than deserves it.
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To be fair, that's how it was done in the previous generations too. As for currently, I haven't really noticed this trend.
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I would really hate if they just dropped her from the show completely, as I'm very interested in seeing where they go with this. I don't think they'll do that, though. After all, Discord and Twilight have fulfilled their purposes and they're still around, so it's unlikely that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon will be dropped from the show completely.
Yeah, well why don't you try your luck in Canterlot or Manehattan? You'd be dead and buried in seconds.
You wouldn't last a second among the royalty. I bet Zesty Gourmand would throw up the second she saw you
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And let's see how you do when you have to go to Suri Polomare for your outfits. At least she has a clue how to survive in an everypony for themselves environment.
Oh, Spoiled BITCH, you're effing wrong! SO. WRONG. SO MANY. WAYS! The Crusaders can cause SO. MUCH. MORE. DAMAGE. Especially when they're together. When Ponyville's not plagued by monster attacks or Twilight and Pinkie's shenanigans, it's these three and their penchant for tree sap! Also, welcome back to writing.