Clover featured on the Royal Guard · 9:03pm Apr 18th, 2014
The Education of Clover the Clever was included in this week's fic spotlight, alongside FiMFiction classics like Hard Reset and Felt Heart!
This caps quite an eventful week here at casa Daedelean, just a few days after my most recent story got me into the featured box for the first time, and almost doubled my followers as a result :) As you may have already seen if you read the comments on Big Mac Goes to Therapy, I was somewhat overwhelmed by the response, and was gibbering incoherently for a while. I'm better now. I think. But now it's been over two full months since the last chapter of TECC, and with Big Mac out of the way I'm finally getting back to Clover and Star Swirl. The new chapter is well underway, and my two unicorn friends have spent their downtime coming up with even more ideas in their idiosyncratic fashion. I think you're gonna love the next chapter, seriously. Here, have a little preview:
“Star Swirl?” Clover called out nervously. “They've noticed us. I think they're coming over.” She looked to her mentor, who was still staring at the machine in a trance, his eyes glowing white. “Star Swirl?”
“Star Swirl the Bearded is not in right now,” he responded in a monotone an octave lower than his usual voice. “Please leave a message after the chime and he will respond when and if he decides it is worth his time to do so.” Then one of the bells in his hat made a little ding.
“Star Swirl!” She yelled as they began pounding on the door. “We're besieged by zombies! We need to get out of here!”
“Download 86% complete,” the monotone voice responded. “Estimated time remaining, four minutes and twelve seconds. Four minutes and eight seconds. One minute and thirty-two seconds. Two days. Four weeks. One year. Fifteen minutes and fifty-eight seconds. Four minutes and eight seconds. Four minutes and four seconds. Four minutes...”
A half-rotted leg smashed through the door right beside Clover's head, and she leapt away with a yelp, before focusing her magic on trying to hold the door in place. “Seriously, how are zombies so strong? You are literally falling apart, your gross rotten muscles should be just smooshing out and rubbing ooze over the door, not smashing through it!”
The zombies, being practical philosophers, merely groaned in response and presented empirical proof to the contrary.
Speaking of snatching words out of context and presenting them to raise interest, I've just added some of my favorite remarks from the comment section (and the Royal Guard blurb) to the story description. Was it unforgivably rude to do so without asking first? :s If you're reading this, Prak, Smirkythread, FancyFan, SIGAWESOME, and Vibrato con Amore, if you want me to remove them again just let me know.
Otherwise, hope to have a new chapter ready for you soon.
-Daedelean.
That preview is glorious.
That preview is-
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Damnit.