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Daemon McRae


The magic comedy hoers.

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This story is a sequel to YOU HAVE BUCKED UP NOW.


Twilight Sparkle has had it up to HERE with having to dole out punishments, reprimand authority, and in general be left out of all the fun things. So when the Cutie Map sends her on her own expedition to foreign lands with a bunch of her friends and a bird pirate, she jumps at the opportunity.

There was a lot of booze involved. And shoggoths.

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What. The actual Tartarus. Did I just read? And where can I get some more?

“Ia Ia, motherfucker.”

Yes. That. Holy Celestia, what a perfect ending.

If I didn't have to leave so soon, I'd read. For now, this is RIL. Expect me back in quite a few hours.

Well then. I... think I enjoyed that? I'm still kinda reeling from all of the Lovecraftian terms and things that happened here. But, as long as the apocalypse doesn't come from hot sauce or some drunken sex affair, I think it's all good.

Remorse?

No.

Stories where Twilight gets the "giver of no fucks" title are always a joy to read.

At least Twilight got her wish.

Has it ever happened to you that your friend asked you to come to a party, and then everybody starts name dropping and you're lost, and then you realize the party is actually more of a social function, but it's short so it's ok and you won't hold it against your friend coz he's treated you to pizza before?
This story is that.
Needs crossover tag for lovecraftian shenanigans.

Long story short; no regrets.

“Seriously, what the actual fuck, Twilight.

I found myself saying this in the movie a couple of times, actually. :facehoof:

Hilarious fic, though! I lol'd

Cutie Map is a troll conspiring with Daemon McRae, confirmed. :trollestia:

After the Obsidian Archives incident, the Cutie Map decided to send ponies on more and more lucrative quests to see how hilarious the outcome would be. This is the only explanation to why the Map now spans across the known world.

The Cutie Map has been controlled by Discord the entire time... it would make sense.

As expected, Twilight meets cosmic horror and weird fiction creatures and returns unscathed save for whatever damage she did to herself in the trip.

"Oh, the machine was a trade for all my fucks."

Maniacal laughter throughout.
Need more stories like this.

Leave it to Twilight and Co. to go on a drunken rampage worthy of the annals, and still manage to come out of it golden! I am laughing my ass of right now.:rainbowlaugh:

The best yet! (Though the Hate Spewing Devil Skunk comes awfully close.)

A retired college professor recently gave me an old used paperback of Lovecraft. Maybe I should read it.

Ia Ia Motherfucker!

By the way, R'ley is in the Pacific Ocean just north of Antarctica, not the Baltic sea. :P

Lovecraft said so.

Lovecraft said that R'lyeh is located at 47°9'S 126°43'EW in the southern Pacific Ocean.[4]August Derleth, however, placed R'lyeh at 49°51'S 128°34'W in his own writings.[5]Both locations are close to the Pacific oceanic pole of inaccessibility (48°52.6'S 123°23.6'W), the point in the ocean farthest from any land. Derleth's coordinates place the city approximately 5100 nautical miles (5900 statute miles or 9500 kilometers), or about ten days journey for a fast ship, from the real island of Pohnpei (Ponape). Ponape also plays a part in theCthulhu Mythosas the place where the "Ponape Scripture", a text describing Cthulhu, was found.

either showed her the true face of reality and blasted all reason from her mind and left only the most basic and purest of understandings of the universe around her, or turned her into Prench Toast for two hours

Quorn the little Mexican girl: "Why not both?"

So is it Spike's turn to do something outlandishly irresponsible next?

La la, motherfucker

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:rainbowderp: Well this was... a thing. A pretty fuckin' funny thing.

8929403 No wonder Twilight’s being left out so often.

Holy SHIT, dude! The chuckles are real! :trollestia::rainbowlaugh:

'la la motherfucker' is my new mantra.

Hey, Twilight had to deal with two of these things, and this one didn't result in any crimes, international incidents, or rents torn in the distressingly thin fabric of space and time that we call the universe and Yog-Sothoth calls his sensitive combination skin. I see no reason why she should feel ashamed of herself.

Thank you for a lovely tale of one hell of a weekend vacation. Though I have to ask, does this mean that Celaeno's hat lit up when she was summoned by the Map?

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Do you REALLY think I thought that far ahead?

I've reviewed this story HERE!

Firstly... Why the ever loving glistening plot of Celestia would you wake up an OLD ONE!?
Secondly... why exactly did you think it was a GOOD IDEA to wake up an OLD ONE!?
Thirdly... why didn't you take me!?!

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Not "La La" Ia Ia. With an I. You REALLY don't want to know what that means. It's in the tongue of the Old Ones, and having read the books they're in, I don't really feel like translating.

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Sorry. I didn’t realize that they were capital I’s and not l’s

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And will such actions attract the amorous attentions of Rarity? And how will Equestria suffer for this impossibility?

Why didn't she bring Pinkie Pie? Surely having your own Great Old One alongside would be a benefit to her.

All kidding aside, nicely done.

The ending.

The ending was grand.

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It DOES still say something that they managed to survive that inexplicable and bizarre adventure with no more bad outcomes than could be expected of a trip there, especially since it's arguably worse than the Archives, if not perhaps the land of the Fae. Even if there were ... shenanigans ... at least it was not such a large clusterfudge as the others had managed.

Oh, yeah. The Tabasco machine sounds fun. I can see why she'd want to use it. :D

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Is that the Brand of Sacrifice (from Berserk) on the book?

As of now, Spike is the normal one in this group.

I still think she's the only sane(ish) one there

All I can physically say here is..
WHAT THE FUCK A DUCK A MOTHERLUCK A CRUCKNIDDLYTUCKTUCKK DID YOU PEOPLE GET INTO WITH THAT ALCOHOL...
and where can I get some?

Completely shitfaced is the only safe way to deal with Things Beyond. :moustache:

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