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There are guns, and ammo. No wings above the treeline. No teleportation. Other than that, it's no rules, no limits. Last pony standing gets to enter the throne room. Last pony standing gets the prize.
When Princess Celestia decides to host an all-out, all-Equestrian paintball brawl in the Everfree Forest, she thinks this will be a just a fun day with everypony. But little does she know... Paintball is more than a game, for these badass ponies. And for our six badass heroes, who will have to choose between the magic of friendship, or the magic of shooting a motherbucker in the face and getting the prize. Read all about it in this epic tale of trust and betrayal, starring Jodie Foster as Applejack.
Thanks to DeathRiseRobo for proofreading and editing this, as well. Quite the able editor.
Artwork belongs to vombavr on DeviantArt. I used it without his permission, and this I recognize. On his own request only will I remove it.
This is a comedy fic based off the paintball episodes of the TV show Community (especially s1e23). That show is so awesome; but these episodes are just pure epic. However, do not expect this to be simply a ponified version of those episodes; only their idea of badass paintball warfare is kept here. With ponies. Can you handle all of this epicness?
Something to note: I will try to cram in as many characters from the show in here. All the main ones will be accounted for. As you know, I can only put 5 character tags on a story, but expect everypony. EVERYPONY. However, there will be many background characters who will stay background characters, because I can't devise a plot for each of them.
Sit your flanks down, children. It's time for a story. This is the story of when Princess Luna found a book in her room after the fall of King Sombra. It was a silly book. A very silly book indeed.
This is... I don't even know what it is. It's just a story I wrote that was prompted to me by DeathRiseRobo. I don't really take it that seriously, as you can tell. Hope you can dig it anyway!More Less
You forget that all that is simple is in fact quite complex, my dear fellow. Yes, all we do is walk, talk, and observe. But underneath this simple exterior, there is a cloaked core of needs and wants.
Live? We do not simply live, my friend. We live the way we choose to live. But then again, we are blind, and choose at random along what bumpy roads we walk on. It is a tricky business, that requires open eyes, for what you seek. And what you seek is thrill.
Me? I'm a businessman. My eyes are wide open. I am a salesman of thrill.
In Saint-Celest, a vast and thriving city not too far from San Francisco that has known incredibly fast growth since the arrival of ponies in the human world, anything and everything goes down in its streets.
In this complex and diverse society, Discord has known for many years, to his delight, that humans are much more corruptible and prone to... well, discord, than ponies.
What better place to set up a business in? A large, intricate net of activities all more mischievous in nature than the last one. From hypnotic art dealing to the smuggling of equestrian drugs that put human ones to shame, there are so many ways to make chaos a dream come true. Assuming you have the right humans in the palm of your hand/claw/paw/other, and a workforce of very special workers with a unique ability...
First of all, special thanks to C Note for proof-reading and editing the chapters of this story. Many clumsy mistakes were avoided thanks to him. You rock, buddy. Also, special thanks to Conicer on DeviantArt for providing this story with a great cover picture.
This is a comedy fic about the adventures of villainy. However there will not only be comedy, but also action parts dealing with some notorious themes like drugs and crime, hence the 'dark' tag. Note that it is incomplete, and will be updated regularly enough.
I recommend that you read my other fic The Trial of Ned Dracone. This fic is not a sequel to the other one, and you don't need to have read one to understand the other; however those who have read the Trial fic will know what kind of Discord to expect.
Warning! Contains swearing. Contains violence. Contains the Lord's name in vain. Just saying, you're going to Hell for reading this. I'll be chilling there, waiting for you.
All feedback is welcome.
For prosecutor Tanya Scintillate, the path of the law is the safest one to take. Like a breeze, it always carries her to victory. Prestige, wealth, brains... Tanya's got it all.
And then there's Ned Dracone. An old teacher, he's accused of being the one that lit the match that caused Cloudsdale High School to burn to the ground. No big deal for Tanya; the old creep looks like he's prone to stress and pressure anyway, what with his grey skin and other weird traits. He just wanted to vent some anger. An easy win for the prosecution, with no hidden circumstances to the case that could compromise her victory.
Written as a contest entry for Prompt 4 on the Author Support group. I await the jury's verdict on this one.
Something I want to point out: this is an Alternate Universe story. The characters are, for the most part, humanized versions of some characters from the show. I will admit that they might be OOC, but I think they should be seen more as a new take on them almost to the point of being OCs than just a human reproduction of the original characters.
I absolutely cannot guarantee the technical accuracy of the events in this fiction, in terms of legal procedures during a trial. In other words if some of you read this with in-depth knowledge of such procedures, and think "Wait, that's not how a trial goes" or something like that, please keep in mind I have no such knowledge. In fact, if you have such a comment, please share it with me. Naturally I have written this fic according to correct trial protocol, but when it comes to that I'm hardly any more educated than what I see on TV in Law & Order.
Picture is sort of unrelated, but it's what I physically based Ned Dracone on. It's not my art either (couldn't find the author)More Less
After Pinkie Pie is found at a gruesome crime scene in downtown New York, police apprehend the suspect and ask one of their top agents and psychological profiler, Twilight Sparkle, to carry out the interrogation of the cold-hearted mare that calls herself Diane. As their little chat draws on, will Twilight be able to keep it together in front of this killer, and will she be able to bring back her pink fluffy friend from the depths of her own broken mind?
Short story that will reach 3 or 4 chapters. This story does not contain actual gore but will contain mild description. If you are sensitive to blood and guts and the idea of a serial killer Pinkie, you are warned. I think the idea of a serial killer Pinkie is quite strange actually, but it makes for a good psychological thriller. Psychology is fun :3
Also, artwork is NOT mine. It belongs to Originalham on DeviantArt. I did not ask permission to use this artwork, which I just found on google, I used it because it was fitting. Upon request from Originalham, I will take it down, move my lazy ass and commission an artwork myself.
"Keep it together Twilight. Keep. It. Together!"More Less