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  • Tuesday
    A History of Humans in Equestria, Part 1

    Those who sailed with Garðar Svavarsson thought they did so with a simple purpose: to help him claim his inheritance from his father-in-law in the Hebrides islands just west of the land of the Picts, with whom the Norsemen were in bloody conflict at the time. Yet when they sailed through Petlandsfjörð, the fjord of the Picts, a great storm overtook them and blew them off-course. Let it never be said a Norseman was afraid of the waves, but such was the viciousness of this storm that Garðar and his men were swept away from the shores of all they knew and cast into the northernmost reaches of the world, where the summer sun never sets and the ice never melts. None of them expected to be lost for three full years and declared dead.

    Yet when Garðar finally made landfall back at Norway none could doubt that it was he. His survival was never in question. The doubts and the lies began when he and his crew spread the story of the great and green land they found beyond the edge of the world, encouraging others to follow them back and settle it. Five men and their thralls (with three wives) had not returned with Garðar, and despite claims they had bravely stayed behind to man the outpost in this new country until the Norsemen's return, others passed it off as a fabrication to explain their deaths at the hands of Rán, goddess of the sea.

    They told of trees so tall they rivaled Yggdrasil and great beasts that spoke a strange tongue, of plants they had never seen and animals unlike any in all the world. In spite of ridicule, curiosity soon won over the minds of many chieftains, and a þing, an assembly, was called at the court of Haraldr Hárfagri, the first king of Nóregr, Norway, who at the time was still embroiled in vicious battle to secure his throne. Here Haraldr and his court, with many great jarls, decided to hear of this new land to see if it was worthy to explore and pillage in the name of the gods.


    The tale of Garðar Svavarsson recorded by Ulfar Snorrison, chief scribe of Haraldr Hárfagri, of the house Yngling

    Two weeks the storm raged that pushed us away from the land of the Picts. Though we battled hard and long against the winds we were guided by the storm north and west, past the shores of what we call Ísland, which we saw but could not reach for the storm's intensity. Battered and storm-lashed we came to a place where the only land was ice that drifted atop a silent sea, and monsters many times the size of our boat drifted silently beneath the waves. Here the storm spat us out, and I tell you truthfully, it seemed to move on with a mind of its own, leaving us in those strange waters.

    My men begged me to turn back and find shelter. Our provisions were not great enough to last us long at sea, and many of us were stricken with misery after so long in the storm. Yet I felt a compulsion, perhaps a nudge from the Norns themselves, to press on, for I knew our fates were leading us somewhere. I came to an agreement with my crew to sail on for two full days, after which if no true land was sighted we would turn back. Much grumbling came of it, but it proved to be the decision that saved us. Those two days were harsh and grim. No wind helped us along, and by the strength of our arms we rowed and drifted between great ice floes the size of this hall and larger while the silent beasts of the sea looked at us from the black waters. A whale trailed our ship for some time, and it seemed to me that it wondered why men would come so far beyond the horizon. The cold was awful, and two of our dogs died while frost covered our beards.

    It was still early summer, and stars had barely begun to shine when the northrljós, the Northern Lights, showed themselves on the eve of the second day. One of my men called Einarr declared it was a sign from the gods, and Freja herself was guiding us. This calmed the arguments to turn home, and following the lights of the sky, we sailed on.

    Like a dream that night passed. I still don’t know if we fell under an enchantment, or were merely spellbound the gleaming lights, but we came to a place where there was no ice, and no waves. The stars and the Northern Lights were reflected perfectly upon the waters, and all movement seemed to cease. We did not row, nor was there any wind, yet our ship moved. The Northern Lights seemed to draw closer and closer to us, either coming down from the sky or us rising up to meet it, and then at the Edge of the World, it enveloped us. Still we sailed on as if the Lights had become the sea, and the stars were all around our ship. Many of my men cried out and claimed to see the faces of relatives who had died, or the spirits of great warriors walking upon the glittering waters.  I don’t know how long we remained in that strange place.

    Dawn came swiftly, and when the Sun’s light reached us it was as if we woke from a dream. We found ourselves on strange seas where we saw not a single iceberg, and the water was unearthly warm, and some of the men claimed we had reached the very place the sun rose and set. With the ice no longer confining us my greatest lookouts spotted land not far off, and we sailed for it as if in a daze. None of us could explain what had happened, yet we all had experienced it at once. Some said it was truly the work of the gods, and others said we had chanced upon some new feature of the Northern Lights. Debate continued until we saw our first new creature of this strange world.

    It was a whale, yet not a whale at all, possessing six fins along a snakelike body and a tail shaped like an oar. The body was sleek and silver; including the tail it was the length of three longships, and its maw could fit a lying man inside. It breached not far from us and spun towards our ship at alarming speed, and we cried out to Rán and Ægir to call off their beast, certain it would dash us to pieces. Yet it circled our vessel with great curiosity, occasionally nudging our hull and sometimes coming alongside to peer at us out of an eye the size of a great shield. Gunjarr the Yeller shouted at the great beast and made to throw a spear at it, but I stopped him. It soon swam away, leaving us unmolested and greatly confused. The land before us was also unnaturally green and verdant, and stretched for many miles in either direction so we could not see if it was an island or part of some greater continent. We could not for the life of us determine how a single night’s travel had brought us to completely unknown places that were green and warm, and busied ourselves with finding a place to go ashore.

    The place where we landed we called Fyrstrstrǫnd, and was a great bay where frolicked seals and other strange creatures. There were many crabs and turtles like I had seen from southern traders, and I knew them to be a warm water animal. The seals were very curious and came right up to our boat, showing no fear of man. We restocked our supplies and hunted the seals for fur and flesh, and began to sail north. The position of the Sun was strange to us, and from that and the warm climate we judged that we had somehow come many leagues south, perhaps even further south than Frankia. For a full week we traveled along that strange coast, which was rich with food and freshwater streams, and there beheld many wonders: trees unlike any we had seen before that twisted gnarled branches high to the sky, hares with horns upon their heads, and great beasts that were like our own and yet not. There were birds with feathers that were all the colors of the rainbow that hunted flying bugs that seemed like motes of color come to life, which could stretch their bodies and consume a meal much larger than themselves. For all these things and the good land we gave thanks to the gods. At our second landing site we built a shrine called Dagrsvé, and sacrificed a horned white hare. To lift our spirits we had a feast of bird eggs, seal meat, and much ale.

    It was on the seventh morning our landing party was raided by a creature with the heads of a goat and a tiger and the tail of a serpent. It came upon us swiftly while we laid out meat and sealskin to dry, and immediately went for the seal meat we had harvested. We scarcely believed our eyes as it came from the wood, spitting and roaring. It was many times stronger than a man and clove in two the shield of Sigurd the Crow with a single blow of its paw. Yet Thor gave us the power to frighten the devil away.

    Withdrawing, we formed a shieldwall and smote sword on shield to make a great commotion, so that even though it was much stronger it was seized by confusion. Step by step we advanced and cursed the beast until it turned tail and escaped with half a seal in its twin jaws. Two of us, Hedvar Gurlisson and Sigurd the Crow, were wounded in the battle by claw and venom. After this encounter we decided we must be in some other realm of the Nine Worlds, but which it was we could not say. Einarr insisted we had come to Asgard, the home of the gods themselves, but he was shouted down by those who believed we had come too far and offended the gods in some manner. Yet we beheld a divine work: Sigurd and Hedvar had been struck by the tiger-goat and yet found themselves whole and hearty within a day, and Sigurd declared that though the creature was strong enough to cleave his shield, he was only buffeted by the blow. It seemed this place had made men even greater than we were, and blessed us with godly vigor.

    We marveled at these things and made another sacrifice to the gods at a site we named Miskunnvé.

    On the thirteenth day the woods grew thicker, and there on a rocky shore under the light of a strange moon we beheld our first sight of the griðungrfirar—the bull-men.


    A simple exercise to get the creative juices flowing, this is my attempt to do human in Equestria as human in Equestria might actually happen, instead of a standard brony self-insert. I could not develop it into a "proper" story since I haven't the time, and typed this up on a whim. I went with the best thing ever: what if Vikings somehow sailed to the world of ponies? What if it allowed humans to tap into the magic of the land? There's a dash of alternate history here too: Garðar Svavarsson is considered the first Norseman to place a settlement on Iceland, but here he has been blown considerably off course.

    I will continue this as my inspiration for it grows. I also apologize for the horrific mishmash of old Norse and modern English. I am not an historian by any means.

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    My Writer's Block is Broken

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    Farewell, Hub Network

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    Book Review: Wings of Fire: The Dragonet Prophecy

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  • 9w, 1d
    Can't Sleep

    It's 1:35 AM. I should be asleep. Should have been asleep two hours ago so I can get some actual bedrest. But I can't. I'm going crazy I think. Crazy about the future, about what I should be doing and who I am. Haven't written a word in three days. Kinda just shouting into the street now, or at least that's what this feels like. But it's a blog, and people have posted far stupider stuff. Guess I'll just say what comes to mind.

    I'm writing original fiction right now. Three chapters into a novel. Hopefully it doesn't stagnate. It's going to be a dark fantasy novel that (I hope) actually turns some tropes on their heads without being pretentious or self-righteous. For instance... hm. There's a bit about romance I want to address. Lemme rant about romance for a bit. Lemme rant about a lot of things for a little bit. This will be a ranty blog.

    Romance kinda sucks in writing.

    I'm saying that because it's mishandled in... well. Almost everything. I'm not an expert in how romance works, mind you, but I have seen plenty of examples, looked at it, and said "Nah, that's not romance." In my book, I hope to... well, prove you can have a good story without romance, in fact present a situation where romance would blossom in any other story, and turn it into something awful and jarring. See, I look at the dust covers of a lot of books. I don't pick up many because I can literally predict the plot in those few sentences... that's because the dust cover actually just gives away what happens.

    Character starts a journey to defeat some evil antagonist or force. Character gets paired up with another of the opposite sex. Invariably, opposite character is described as "mysterious" or "beautiful" or "dangerous" or some combination of the three, and somehow is more intimidating than the main character, no matter how intimidating or dangerous or handsome the main character already is. Together, they save the day and get married at the end but pretend like they won't to contrive a sense of dramatic and sexual tension.

    There's nothing particularly wrong with that synopsis beyond the obvious Mary Sue implications. It's just I see it everywhere. Literally. Everywhere. In everything. They're all blurring together into one giant swirl of hot bods mashing together in a sweaty orgy of purple prose and supposedly 'edgy' takes on relationships.

    We're even seeing that in My Little Pony: Equestria Girls. See, the problem with Brad (Flash Sentry) isn't that he's a guy or that he's romantically involved with Twilight. It's just that... eh. He's romantically involved because he's romantically involved. He has feelings for her because he's supposed to, because he's "the hot guy in high school." The poor boy's entire existence revolves around how he reacts to Twilight. Sure, he might be given some character in those clips for Rainbow Rocks we've seen, but... but just look.

    Or don't if you don't like spoilers. Anyway, Flash is characterized as... as... well... head over heels in love for Twilight, pining away after her like some lovestruck Romeo. You know, basically exactly how he was in the first movie. And that's... that's sad. I was hoping he'd at least get some lines of his own that don't explicitly say "My entire purpose in life is to be in love." Nobody likes characters like that. That's Fifty Shades of Grey levels of writing. Yet so many romances in so many stories are played out exactly like this, over and over, without regard to how realistic or impactful or strange it is. So many romances are characterized as just being... there. Just happening. Because they have to. It's not organic and it isn't fun. Romance takes a while, guys. Romance is lifelong. It's about discovering someone intimately. It's about realizing who you are in relation to another living, breathing creature. That's why in Prince of Dust I'm trying to, you know, frame the romance as part of the overall story instead of just being the reason the characters even exist.

    I see that a lot here too, yet it's okay because "it's fanfic" or "don't judge too harshly because we're just having fun." Wait, excuse me? "It's fanfic" so I can't have a sense of taste? "It's fanfic" so we can write about things we say we hate?! "It's fanfic" so I should just kick back and laugh while the fandom drowns under the sound of a million bronies clopping to the newest fad?! I'm sick to death of that excuse when it comes to objectively terrible writing! Because that's all it is, an excuse to avoid being criticized! You wouldn't bake a terrible cake and serve it to people and then turn around and say "Oh well I'm sorry, this is just a fanfiction of a better cake! Stop complaining!"

    NO. STOP IT.


    I'm sorry, but fanfiction is still writing. And writing, like all artforms, has at least a modicum, an appearance of some objective standard of quality. We should at least try to hold it up against that yardstick, shouldn't we? Right? You guys agree with me... don't you?


    Bah, who am I kidding. I don't see any of the other popular authors railing against this kind of stuff. They just write. I guess that's the healthiest attitude to have. Do what you love and all that. Hey maybe if I turn "Unwritten" into the dark and edgy version of "On a Cross and Arrow" it'll get featured more. Then I too can slap the date it was featured on the synopsis and 420yoloswag it to the end of the fandom. I'll never have to write anything again. I'd rant some more about authors who get to be popular because of that one story they wrote years ago and haven't published a thing since then, but it's 2 AM and I'm tired now.

    Anyway expect a oneshot and the next chapter of Prince of Dust and Unwritten whenever I feel like it.

    Also thanks to all those who faved and followed, especially for Unwritten. I hope to pour as much heart and soul into it as I did Unfinished.

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  • ...

The Metro tunnels of Stalliongrad shelter the last remnants of ponykind from the ravages of the Apocalypse. Beneath the earth, ponies struggle to survive against mutants, radiation, and each other. But when an unstoppable threat emerges from the darkness of the Metro, one pony must brave the shadows to save not just his home, but the very existence of his people.

First Published
10th Aug 2011
Last Modified
5th Jun 2014
#1 · 172w, 3d ago · · · Chapter 1 ·

This looks very promising so far can't wait for more!!! :twilightsmile:

#2 · 172w, 3d ago · · · Chapter 1 ·

Looking good

#3 · 172w, 3d ago · · · Chapter 1 ·

ARTYOM!  WE MUST GET TO POLIS BEFORE THE DARK ONES STRIKE!  [after many hours of shooting bandits, nazis, communists, monsters, mutants, and slimes.]  Artyom! Call in the missile strike!

[shoots the missile strike box and saves the dark ones.]  Oops.

I'll get around to reading this Metro 2033 crossover in a few hours maybe.

#4 · 172w, 1d ago · · · Chapter 2 ·

another awesome chapter keep them coming!!! :pinkiehappy:

#5 · 171w, 3d ago · · · Chapter 2 ·

It was a very nice read - and lenghtier than expected, which is good !  :twilightsmile:  keep on writing ! I'll be following your story. I want to know more about the metro, and about the characters too !

#6 · 171w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 3 ·

" :raritydespair: "  Is all I have to say about that.

Not really.  I love Sunny Side and Lockbox's interaction, and I hope we haven't seen the last of Sunny now that the caravan is speeding off into the tunnel.  I hope Lock can find a safe place to hide himself right now...

Great job, I can't wait for another chapter!

#7 · 171w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 1 ·

Loved this, definitely worth the read for enthusiastic and dedicated novel lovers.  I personally have only played the game Metro 2033 and not the book (I hate myself for not buying it when I saw it D: )

One of the better Ponyfics out there, right up alongside Fallout: Equestria, which is really saying something.

Fantastic job you've done here, be really proud of yourself because you scored a 5/5 from me :)

#8 · 169w, 1d ago · 1 · · Chapter 5 ·

Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! :raritystarry:

I loved these last two chapters.  I'm feeling really bad for Lockbox and his little mental trauma.  I'm a bit worried about Sunny, too.  It's hard to get a real read on him besides what Lock can see... Glad his wing isn't permanentally damaged though.  This Sidewinder character seems interesting.  I just love the way he talks!  Please keep up the good work!  I enjoy every second reading this!

#9 · 168w, 6d ago · 1 · · Chapter 5 ·

What I like about your writing is that it has consistent quality and mostly everything makes sense. I do not know how you manage to deliver it this nicely and readable but I would like to thank you for that.

You deviated quite nicely from how the Videogame operated, the creatures (drop bears and thumpers) are described and pretty cool post apocalyptic Equestrian additions. The Wonderbolt harpoon too, never imagined that could be the name one would use with such a tool.  

I greatly appreciate you taking Lockbox and his injuries rather seriously, hope to the lord that Starry Gaze DID NOT FOLLOW THEM.

The latest chapter did bring some sad points up when the mare died. :fluttershbad:

Then again Sweet Dreams went from wanting to kill them to wanting Guild money and got micro-waved because she can't stay her mind on one target.

Everything so far has made Metro 2033 for a loveable read.

I'd say the size of each chapter is lacking but that is personal preference. 10k is more than enough for breakfast, lunch and afternoon snack.

#10 · 166w, 6d ago · 1 · · Chapter 6 ·

I fully endorse reading this story with a Russian accent. :rainbowdetermined2:

#11 · 166w, 6d ago · 1 · · Chapter 6 ·

Thank you everypony for the kind comments! Those are what I love to see, people enjoying my story. XD

#12 · 166w, 6d ago · · · Chapter 6 ·


really enjoying this story, I need to know what happens next!!!

#13 · 166w, 5d ago · 1 · · Chapter 6 ·

This is nothing short of fantastic. You've really captured the elements of both universes perfectly. Definitely gonna keep reading :yay:

#14 · 166w, 3d ago · · · Chapter 6 ·


I think this just might be the most well-written ponyfic I've ever read.    :pinkiehappy:

#15 · 166w, 1d ago · · · Chapter 6 ·

Enjoying this story more and more comrade! Still it needs moar...SINGING PIPES!

#16 · 164w, 6d ago · 1 · · Chapter 7 ·

Definitely one of the best FiM fics out there.

#17 · 164w, 6d ago · · · Chapter 7 ·


#18 · 164w, 5d ago · · · Chapter 1 ·

pny crazy story lol p:trollestia::twilightsmile::rainbowlaugh::applejackconfused::derpyderp2::raritywink::yay::pinkiehappy:

#19 · 164w, 5d ago · · · Chapter 1 ·

pny crazy story lol p:trollestia::twilightsmile::rainbowlaugh::applejackconfused::derpyderp2::raritywink::yay::pinkiehappy:

#22 · 163w, 5d ago · · · Chapter 8 ·

Thank you for all the love, Fallen Star. I'd probably drown under so much if it got out of the screen. :pinkiehappy:

#23 · 163w, 5d ago · · · Chapter 8 ·

This is incredible. Absolutely fantastic. :yay:

#24 · 163w, 4d ago · · · Chapter 8 ·

I like and I approve. I think you were right, the shot kinda.. Well you know. Love it.

#25 · 163w, 1d ago · · · Chapter 8 ·

I am in awe. When I first came across this story I figured it would just be a rehash of the game but with ponies replacing the humans or just mixed in with them. Mad that I didn't start reading this then, this story is brilliant and far more unique and original than I expected.

Pissed that Ray Drop died, just so you know. I'm RAEGIN'!!1!

This shouldn't at all be a surprise, but, MOAR!!!

#26 · 161w, 22h ago · · · Chapter 8 ·

I want more, it's better than original Russian book.

#28 · 159w, 4d ago · · · Chapter 9 ·

My name is Khan.

#29 · 159w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 9 ·


No silly, he's nopony! Nopony at all! :rainbowderp:

#30 · 159w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 9 ·

THIS STORY REQUIRES MORE MINERA- I mean chapters... Yeah, more chapters!:pinkiehappy:

#31 · 159w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 9 ·

Longest chapter yet! I must again congratulate you, the quality of your story has remained consistently high. The plot has always been appropriately paced and your writing is fantastic!

#32 · 155w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 9 ·

I've never been a fan of grimdark, until I read this. Now I want to go buy the Metro 2033 book so that I can try to figure out what's supposed to happen next. Your writing is amazing and so full of vivid detail I can actually visualize everything that is going on. This is a beautiful, beautiful piece of fanfiction. I love you for creating this.

#33 · 154w, 3d ago · · · Chapter 10 ·

Very nice story mate. The chapters are pretty long, but that's partly what makes it awesome. Less interruptions and less distractions as the story is being told. Occasionally a paragraph or two runs on a little too long and could be separated into two , kind of overwhelming me as a reader. But that's really the only qualm I have.

I've been following since the second chapter, and this recent installment was awesome.

Keep up the amazing work!

#34 · 154w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 1 ·

I had to keep reminding myself this was in the mlp universe and not the metro one! I couldn't get an english copy of the book so I bought the game and was a huge fan of it. You did an excellent job capturing the mood in this chapter and I will be reading more!:pinkiehappy:

#35 · 154w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 10 ·

Fucking beautiful.:yay:

#36 · 154w, 1d ago · · · Chapter 10 ·

Thank you, all commentators! I'm just glad I can make something some people actually enjoy!

I know that sometimes things tend to drag in this story; I'm still getting the hang of character development over a long period of time. I'll try to tighten that up... please do tell me what you don't like as well, or if you see any plot threads that need tying up! I have a lot to keep track of and I want this story to be its best. :twilightsmile:

#37 · 154w, 11h ago · 1 · · Chapter 10 ·

Let's drop a comment here. Reading this made me read Metro 2033, and both this and that have caused me to decide to run a roleplaying game based on the premise using the wonderful game system Apocalypse World next year. Which...well, we'll see how that goes.

So yeah, I have about five stories I keep up with on a regular basis (to the point of reading them the same day or so as they come out) and yours is one of them!

Constructive criticism? Maybe at some point.

#38 · 148w, 3d ago · · · Chapter 10 ·

I really love your story, RedSquirrel456. It has something, that I couldn't find in other Post Apocalypse pony stories. Lockbox is a very, very interesting character and the fact, that he's an Earth Pony makes him even more engaging. Factions and stations and how they relate with each other is really captivating, especially the greedy unicorn mages.

And the scene when they sit around the campfire, I could just imagine it around myself, with the cold of the black, dead tunnel around with only this weak fire keeping the air around.

Latest chapter so late. Many apologies! Hope reading is still fun. Worked hard on this chapter!

Happy reading!


No worries, it's an amazing story, and a fun read! Was looking forward to a  new chapter. Thank you.

#41 · 148w, 6h ago · · · Chapter 11 ·

OMG ITS UPDATED! Love your story mate. :D

#42 · 146w, 6d ago · · · Chapter 11 ·

I only read a few chapters, but I've been reading them in Artyom's voice from the actual game (well, to the best of my ability of course.)  I found it extremely fitting for the whole story.   Though I am amazed at how much detail you put into all of your chapters, it's amazing as it fits the general story tone and atmosphere.   Hmm, I appear to be jumping from one thing to another..  Oh well, *Pinkie shrug* I really enjoy your story Redsquirrel, and I will in due time finish reading all of this.

#43 · 145w, 3d ago · · · Chapter 7 ·

So this is the dead city...welcome home, Lockbox.

#44 · 145w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 12 ·


this fic just keeps getting better, and better. xD

#45 · 145w, 2d ago · · · Chapter 12 ·


Home is where the radiation is.


And longer and longer and longer... I didn't even realize how much I was writing until I was done!


Another dedicated reader. I think my work here is done! I think Artyom's voice is appropriate, but I imagine Lockbox's voice is somewhat squeakier and more pony-ish. :rainbowlaugh:

#46 · 144w, 5d ago · · · Chapter 12 ·

great story man just wondering once you finish this fic will you be making a sequel? referring to Metro: Last Light:trollestia:

I almost feel bad having a chapter that's so much shorter than the last one, but it seemed complete enough.


A new chapter to one of my favourite fics. My day is complete.

#49 · 140w, 6d ago · · · Chapter 13 ·

Finally! Another chapter in this awesome fic!:yay:

#50 · 140w, 5d ago · · · Chapter 13 ·

Made an account just to tell you how amazing this fic is.

Seriously, I've been loving every second of it, and anticipate a new chapter probably more than the actual show.

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