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Mannulus


I'm a musician, songwriter, and erstwhile actor and improviser, with a BA in theatre and a minor in Latin. That's the short version.

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I knew I would love your story when I read your notes. I thank you for writing it.

Thanks. I'm really glad to know someone is reading this thing and liking it. I spent a lot of late nights writing, editing, and thinking about this thing.

The reason I went with "Tartaros" is that when Twilight pronounces the word in "It's About Time," she uses a long "o" sound in the last syllable, which is the original Greek pronunciation. The Romans changed it to their masculine/neuter second declension "us" ending when they picked it up from the Greeks, so either one is technically okay to use. I was just going with the one from the show. "Lethe" is a Greek word, too, and was actually the name of a river in Hades that the dead would drink from before being reincarnated, so that they forgot their previous life and what had happened to them after death. So this whole story is a bit of an ancient language stew, in places.

Fun fact: Luna's original name in some merchandise (which suggests that this was also going to be true of the show) was going to be Selena, which is a Latinized form of Selene, the Greek moon goddess. My guess is that they changed it to Luna, which is the Latin word for moon and the Latin name of an early moon goddess, because someone in marketing thought it was prettier and more mysterious sounding, and because Celestia's name is roughly translated from Latin to mean "Lady of Heaven," or "Lady of the Sky." In other words, Celestia and Luna fit together better, linguistically.

Thanks again for taking the time to read this monster. When I got done with it, and checked my final word count, I was shocked.
"I wrote a book two-thirds as long as "The Hobbit" about magical talking ponies!? I need a girlfriend or something."

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"I wrote a book two-thirds as long as "The Hobbit" about magical talking ponies!? I need a girlfriend or something."

No, I'm pretty sure that's a sign you have a gift. Besides. Fallout:Equestria:Project Horizons is over 600,000 words.

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Oh, yes. What's worse: I haven't even written her one-off, yet. I don't know what to do with it, on account of the fact that she already caught so much hell in this story that I feel bad about inflicting further torment on her.

I never say these next few words lightly: "Holy shit, that was a freaking good read."
That out of the way, let me just say a few words:

HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS A FREAKING GOOD READ!!!

I love the way this was written. Nothing was sugarcoated (save, obviously, for Pinkie Pie. Sometimes I think she's the cause and cure for Diabetes all rolled into one hyperactive package), the world was very down-to-earth (or Equestria, in this case) and gritty. On top of that, it was very well written, grammar or otherwise. I love the way Luna and Celestia talk to each other in this fic: they seem very sisterly that has nothing to do with royalty or bloodline or even the countless ages they have endured together. Several times I nearly fell out of my chair due to my laughter at one part or another, be it from the two celestial goddesses or something that one or more of the Mane Six did. I can't say it enough: job VERY well done!:twilightsmile::raritywink::rainbowkiss::pinkiehappy:

This is the first time in too long that I've gone back to re-read this story, and I must say:

I AM SIMPLY APPALLED BY THE LACK OF NOTORIETY THIS STORY HAS!!!:flutterrage:

*ahem* Sorry about that. :twilightsheepish:

But like I said, with a story as good as this one is, how is it not more well known?? Seriously, I'm surprised this story hasn't gotten featured or something awesome like that. There are far too little views for my liking... :fluttershysad:

Something isn't right.
-Gregory Weir

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No, no it's not. And it get's so much more wrong.

I was instantly taken with the idea of Twilight Sparkle being a smoker. It's official in my mind.

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Well, if you read in my author's notes, you'll see why I did it. To me, Twi is the grad school type at this stage of her development as a character. I've never known a really hard-nosed, hard-studying grad student who wasn't a chain-smoking wino. I don't know why they all smoke, and I don't know why they all pick wine for their favorite booze, but that's just the way it always seems to go. So, I modeled this version of her after that.

Thanks for reading.

Left a comment on your user page, as well.

Wow.

This story has ten times the likes it does dislikes. I'm glad to know that my readers, however few they may be, approve of my bizarre dementia.

Thanks for reading, folks.

This is great so far. Not that I'm complaining, but it's so weird to hear them swear, especially Spike. :rainbowlaugh:

Through all that, she has remained my closest friend and my soul confidant in all the world.

It's sole, not soul.

I can't believe this story hasn't been featured.

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Well, thank you for the compliment, but at this point this story is far too old to ever receive serious consideration for that.

As for my own opinion of it? It's okay, but it's not as good as the original fiction I write these days. It's not even as good as its sequel, "Ghosts of Gods," really, and that's not as good as my current work, either. For what it was to me when I wrote it, though, I'm still fond of it.

Thanks for reading.

If you do intend to read the sequel, check into the one-shot series that takes place between the two.

The stories in it are:

"Well and Good"
"Be Like You" (which itself has a sequel, "An Echo.")
"Benzedrine and Broken Dreams"
"Love and Unicorns"
"Let the Wind Lie Still"
"What Pinkie Wants"

“I thought that sedative you put in her coffee would never kick in.”

Oh shit they roofied her? Fuck man. Well you know what that means: time to draw on her face.

“Pardon, y'all, but is this, uh... legal?" she asked, skeptically. "You know... druggin' her up without her knowin' and all?”

Fuck no. But it's necessary so.

“A shot of peppermint schnapps, a spoonful of honey, a little bit of tryptophan, some codeine, and a powdered Valium, when you can get one.” said Pinkie, matter-of-factly.

PINKIE THATS ENOUGH SHIT TO KILL WILLIE NEIGHSON.









How much for a bottle.

“I have a stash,” said Rarity.

I'm not surprised

“I'm standing behind you." It was a regal voice, and obviously perturbed. "And if you ever call me a 'poor thing,' again, I will eat you.”

In what way will you eat her?

She did not; She blooded it. She clenched her teeth around it and sucked. It was audible; The ponies could actually hear her drawing the blood from the flesh.

Ahh. That way I see.

“Tell somepony. See what they do about it.” Luna's voice wasn't even smug. She lifted a napkin telekinetically to her mouth, and wiped the blood away.

Die immediately

“Well, she was gonna hear it from somepony !” he shot back.

He's not wrong.

“Yep, just like when she's drunk,” she said, as she guided Rarity carefully out of the room.

Ah she drinks herself gay. My friend Thomas drinks himself straight.

“For my entertainment,” she replied. "We all need a bit of diversion from time to time, don't we, Princess?"

She's right you know.
My friend down the street is my 'diversion' and a wonderful diversion he is. That and my cigarettes.

“That’s exactly what it is, Pinkie.” Twilight rolled her eyes. "Next you'll be telling me that I'm , like, a unicorn, or something."

Normally I'd say Twilight's acting like a cunt but considering the circumstances I think she's earned it.

“I got just what you need for that!”

It's called a Roofie Colada.

“Is she always this excited about substance abuse?” asked Luna.

Well she is a party pony.

“Pussy,” came Applejack's muffled voice from under the brim of her hat.

Yes yes she is A.J.

“Your daddy went after your little sister. I gotta go help him. Don't none of y'all dare come back in this house, or I'll beat the fur offa your ass, you understand me!?”

Motherly love at it's finest.

If she had been herself, she would have noticed that there was an astonishing amount of drug paraphernalia scattered around the room; needles, surgical tubing, glass pipes, a small mirror on her dresser that was thinly dusted with cocaine, and beside that, several razor blades and a cocktail straw. There were empty pill bottles strewn everywhere, and several partially full ones on the nightstand. Right next to them stood a mostly-empty bottle of gin, half a dozen of its fallen brethren littering the narrow space between the nightstand and the bed, itself. The smells of burnt opium, crack, and marijuana permeated everything around her, mixed with the sickly-sweet aroma of cheap incense.

Yo Rares, share the weed my girl.

You can keep the rest.

“You know what?” she said, resolutely. “Fuck you, dream. I done been through this a thousand goddamned times, and I ain't never gonna be able to change it 'cause it's already been done. I'm sick of this bullshit. I ain't nothing but a tired-ass orange earth mare who grows apples, for fuck's' sake. Been lying on my goddamn back for years over this shit, and I'm sick of it as all HELL! I don't care if I gotta crawl, I'm getting over this bullshit! I'll roll over and climb the goddamn floor before I'll lie here and die like some weak-ass little PUSSY!! Can't do a goddamn thing about this, and I'm GONE, you hear me!?”

We rednecks know how to cuss like hell baby.

“She said you’d say that, too,” came the the bright, muffled reply.

You've got an extra the there

“That's not even why it's always bothered me,” she said, talking to herself aloud, as her seclusion had put her in the habit of doing. “Pinkie Pie had no restraint whatsoever, and I would never have given her enough of anything for her to overdose on it; especially not after that incident with the Vicodin. Goddamn, that was funny.”

Oh shit them vics will fuck you up good

“I get her face ,” growled Rarity.

NOT THE FACE NOT THE FAAAAACE

“I don't even know how created such all this,” said Luna, her voice low but determined.

You're missing a she there.

“A force field?” Nightmare moon grinned once more. "How banal an inelegant, but I suppose it will do."

And

Applejack shuddered at the sound of Pinkie's teeth sinking into Nightmare Moon's neck, repulsed by its similarity to the sound of biting into an apple. “That's a little more... direct... than the old party cannon,” she mumbled.

Damn right

Unable to fly on her shattered wings, Nightmare Moon levitated her body upward magically, taking her out of reach of Pinkie Pie's dreadful psychosis. As she floated into the air she shoved a hoof into a gaping hole in her throat in an effort to stymie the flow of blood. Her effort was only partially successful, and thin runnels of her blood continued to dribble rhythmically from the ugly wound beneath her hoof..

Tunnels.

“Damn, she's hard to kill," said Pinkie through a reddened, dripping, and half-mad grin, as she surveyed the floating horse's ruined form. "Seriously," she continued, licking NIghtmare Moon's blood from her lips, "How much HP does this bitch have ?"

More than the Lich King.

“Rarity, check Fluttershy!” shouted Applejack. “Dash, get Queen Thundercunt back down here where Pinkie and me can help you finish KILLING her!”

I knew a crossdresser who's name was Gloriosa Thunderpussy.

Pinkie Pie giggled through a sob. “Princess, you are a grade-A troll.” She sniveled once. “Also, I can't feel two of my legs.”

Trollestia's return.

“Hardly,” said the unicorn. “My hip is still broken and my flank is still healing. The doctors say that it will look normal again with the help of a little magic. I must admit, though, the morphine drip they have me on is quite nice.”

Hospitals have the best dope.

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