Sep
11th
2013
This seem neat, so I stole it. · 10:31pm Sep 11th, 2013
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and stick that selection in my ask/fan mail. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
I'm so down for this you dont even know.
nb4 someone chooses one of the joke chapters.
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Alright, I'll bite. Was going to post something from Azure Future PART 2 about John renaming himself but this is better, suck it Hank...
“. . .I. . . Win. . . I WIN! Ha, showed that pony fucker. . . Right. . . guys?!. . . Oh right.” Hank yelled to the now empty room. Kicking at the ground, listening to his feet scraping the floor in the void. . . alone. “So now I guess I wake up, right? Any second now. . . Heh, I can’t get left here forever...right?” Hank said, pacing about the room. “...Maybe it just takes a bit to wake up?”
“Or you won’t wake up. . .” called a voice from the void.
“Who - who are you?” Hank called out to the darkness.
“Heh, well, I’m you!” the voice replied, its owner stepping into view “Well, a piece of you, anyway. . .”
“What do you mean?” Hank cried out, a pipe wrench appearing in his hand.
“Heh, that’s cute. . . trying to protect yourself. . . how ADORABLE!”
“You stay the fuck away from me, freak!” Hank cried out. He gaped as it stepped closer into full view. A pony. A pony that seemed...familiar somehow. “Wha - what do you want?”
“I want you to wake up, Hank. . . I hope you don’t keep that name though. I hope you’ll find something a bit more. . . Equestrian.”
“What are you talking about?”
“On the operating table Hank. . . On the operating table you died, They brought you back with potion. . . I’m your conscience, Hank, your sense of right and wrong.”
“Just stay back!”
“Wake up Hank, wake up.”
“No, stay BACK!”
“Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up.”
“Nooooooo!”
...
“Good god, he’s waking up!”
“Oh, he’s gonna be pissed!”
“We couldn’t let him die!”
“This is like wicked Karma, man.”
“He looks cute!”
“Nope, they didn’t scramble his brains. I made sure!”
Everything was fuzzy, as if Hank was looking through a thick layer of wax paper. There was something obstructing his vision. Something army green. Something attached to his face, something...snoutlike. “Wher-wha-what happned?” Hank asked coming to his senses, he shuddered for a moment, knowing that something was wrong, terribly wrong.
“That intervention of yours.” It was a voice Hank hadn’t heard before, but its tone was familiar, even though it came from an unfamiliar source. It was Thomas, as a golden, white-maned pegasus. “Our body couldn’t handle it.”
“Thomas, GO FU...” Hank started, but ended in a stutter. “. . .This is a dream ain’t it? Just some fucked up nightmare? C’mon, it’s bullshit what that... that pony said before. A-and Thomas, I know you got more a reason to give me bullshit than ever before.” The others could only give him confused looks.
“What pony, Hank?” Another new voice, but this time it resembled that of Angie’s. “Anyone of us?” Hank turned his head around trying to spot the strange pony-figure. Ultimately he found it: it stared straight at him. It was his reflection -- a military green earth pony with short, black hair.
“Tell me that’s not me.”
“It’s not you?” chimed in Brady. “Of course not, it’s your reflection,” Brady stated matter of factly
I should probably do this game on some other non-MLP fics I've written, this sounds fun.
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Hmmm, thats a bit of a trick one, as it was a collab(it says so in the description). I believe that was actually written be by midnight shadow or microshazm....
However, I was part of the main creative force, so I'll give it a shot.
First off the original idea is each author handled a personality, but that went out the damn window in like five seconds. So we switched off every 15m of writing for the firstt 24 and then it was 15m imposed the second someone got into the queue. It was a great experience, we each converesed ideas and events for the fic during other turns. I believe Erac was responsible for the creation of hank, and for the scene leading up to this event.
The victory turned into horrifying realization that he's nothing without something to rage against is exquisite.
Hank is losing his shit, he just realized what it means to be alone and now is finding out what its like on the receiving end. his ponified self manages to show that even equestrian, he's a hard ass. its who he is.
Like, No story is complete is complete without a stoner bro.
TInfoil hats are in this season and now in pony sizes!
I believe I took over from this section. Denial is strong, but now he has to stare the truth, literally, in the face. He's a pony now, he either has to move on or stagnate forever. An exquisite resolution to the conflicts of the story.
Its also worth noting that we decided that the type and colorations should be based off the personalities and not the dead person's. Yeah, that was actually a manner of debate for a good while.
One of my favorites quips in the story. Hank isnt the only asshole after all!
Sorry I couldn't do more, but you did choose the one collab I did.... You can choose another if you wish!
As long as nopony takes the part with me in it... Or maybe...
Wait, I can't get it on my ipod...
Krass, can you do it?
I'll steal all your shit because I'm Australian and you never lock your doors.
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Do what?
Just use a comp when you can.