Story Ideas · 6:11pm Feb 28th, 2013
The Thief of a Thousand Faces
After an operatic death scene turns literal, Hugo Valjean awakens in a most peculiar afterlife. Trapped within a strange alien form and of a species feared by the native population, he seeks a way to move on from this purgatory before his presence defiles its innocence. Yet as he explores this wondrous new world from behind stolen faces, Hugo begins to realise that the opus that took his life has followed him, using this ‘Equestria’ as a stage for its twisted narrative. Armed only with a memorised script, Hugo must leave behind his half hearted performances and take up the lead role if he is to avert the catastrophic finale to 'Il Ladro Dalle Mille Facce’.
The Problem of Evil
There’s just too much competition in the world of Minion Artificing. Malice has never been much of a forerunner in terms of Flesh Crafting, his aging designs would barely make a lamb yawn. But an enlightening visit to the local extra-dimensional Library introduces him to a whole new angle on the meaning of ‘abominations’. Along with his Impish hanger-on, Spite, Malice sets out to reinvent the industry; in pastel colours and furry coats.
Now the future of the entire domain hangs by a thread, thanks to this terrifying innovation.
Can the hideous ‘Cute’ be stopped before it consumes the whole Brine?
More importantly, will they ever stop running away long enough to find out?
The Mare Who Ran (Based on 'The Taste of Grass')
Equestria was supposed to be a safe haven; a new world and a fresh start free from the greed and corruption that had consumed earth. But it seems that the sins of man are not so easily forgiven. Betrayed by one whose responsibility it should have been to welcome us into the herd, we were cast out into the exponential lands, an unending plain of raw probability. The land rejected us, the grass wilted beneath our unskilled hooves and the skies darkened with rain that refused to fall on the parched earth. Lacking the skills or resorces to sustain our substantial herd, we were trapped with no hope of rescue. We were all doomed to die out here.
Until the day a mare none of us recognised stumbled into our camp, near death from exhaustion.
She had come from another herd beyond the ever-horizon. She had run, and she had found the way out of the unending lands.
Now, we run with her, into a world shaped by imagination itself and towards the promise of home.
Thief*
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Ta chuck :)
Any thoughts? I'm torn as to which I should pursue.