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    SA Reviews #126

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    A loud thump announced the arrival of Novel Idea into the dreaded dungeons of the Seattle’s Angel’s complex. To his surprise, the place had been completely redecorated. To his horror, he instantly recognized the new motif.

    Detention?!” he cried. “I’ve never been in detention in my life!”

    He turned to glare at the slide he’d been just dropped down. Corejo stood above, looking imperious—or at least trying to, it was Corejo after all.

    “You can’t do this to me! I’ll do my freaky time magic thing again!”

    “School’s in session. All of it.” Corejo winked—he actually winked—and pulled a level straight out of the Acme Budget Villain Catalogue. The portal closed with a resounding snap.

    He grumbled to himself and stomped over to the desk with his name on it and plopped down.

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  • 2 weeks
    SA Reviews #125

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    Corejo, as a Seattle’s Angel, had experienced many weird things during his tenure as a reviewer. Multiple base explosions, the fabric of spacetime ripping apart with seeming regularity, and the slightly disturbing obsession Red had for nuts.

    Even with all that, today was already vying for his top five list in terms of stuff he didn’t expect to be a part of when he woke up that morning.

    “Okay class!” Ferret announced from her position on top of a teacher’s desk. Before her, a room full of kids and a few adults sat at wooden desk, pencils and papers at the ready. “Today beings the first day of the School of Reviewers!”

    Corejo raised his hand.

    “Oh, and I see we already have a question. What is it?”

    “Yeah, uh, what is even the heck? Why do we have a reviewer school?”

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  • 5 weeks
    SA Reviews #124

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    “Look,” said Red, “I really think you’re going about this the wrong way.”

    “Oh really?” said Matthew419. “How would you suggest otherwise?”

    “Don’t dangle me by my tail off the edge of a fifty-story building?”

    A spotlight peered up at them. “This is Intern!” Intern shouted up through a megaphone. “We’ve got the building surrounded! Drop the squirrel and--”

    The megaphone squealed loudly, and there were sounds of a scuffle before another voice shouted at them once again. “No no no, don’t drop the squirrel!” said someone who Red thought might be Ebon Quill. “I mean, do, but first, just step away from the ledge and we’ll talk!”

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  • 7 weeks
    SA Reviews #123

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    The pillars rose up around him, towering over Corejo like judgmental parents. On top of the pillars stood the Pillars, looking down on him like disappointed parents.

    “This council of Equestria’s first league of extraordinary gentlecolts—”

    “And three gentlemares!”

    Starswirl rolled his eyes. “Yes, quite.” Clearing his throat, Starswirl continued, “find you, Corejo, guilty. Stygian, read him his sentence.”

    Stygian, who wasn’t standing on any of the pillars, unfurled a scroll and began reading. Corejo could have sworn his voice sounded familiar. “You are hereby sentenced to review on a tight deadline. You will have to forsake the niceties the Seattle’s Angels grant their employees in order to make your due date.”

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  • 9 weeks
    SA Reviews #122

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    Paul paced about the thing laughably referred to as his office. He could get about four steps down before having to make a turn, and that’s assuming his line of motion was just right. He glanced at his clock, grumbled some phrase unfit for the world wide web, and continued his pacing.

    “Hey, Paul!” The door swung open. Since this was the smallest office in the history of offices, that resulted in the door smacking Paul in the face. With a hand over his bleeding nose, he turned his glare upon the visitor, one Novel-Idea.

    “You were supposed to be here hours ago.” Except it came out something like “Ou er spsed here hrgo” due to the current state of his nose.

    Novel shrugged. “Blame T.O.M. We gonna do those reviews or what?”

    Paul stared incredulously. “Ou evn’t dn urrs?”

    “Not yet, nope.”

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  • 12 weeks
    SA Reviews #121

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    The room was lit by faint orange candlelight, barely enough to see by, but the sole occupant didn’t mind. In fact, he prefered the dim glow as it added to the mystique and allure of his persona. Words and phrases came to him more easily in this atmosphere, not to mention that it had a soothing effect on his mind. Everything in place, Ebon Quill raised the quill that was his namesake and dipped it into an inkwell. He held the quill to a piece of parchment, hands poised to write the first word.

    The door to his room burst open and a bright light flicked on.

    “Ack!” Ebon Quill’s first word became a jagged line across the paper. Fuming, he scrunched up the ruined parchment into a wad and tossed it into a nearby waste bin.

    “Jeez, man, how do you even see?” Intern asked as he crossed the room where Ebon Quill sat.

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  • 14 weeks
    SA Reviews #120

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    “So, uh, Paul?”

    “Yeah, Matthew?”

    “Why are you in my office?” Matthew shook his head. “Better yet, why are you hanging from the ceiling in my office?”

    “Oh, you know,” Paul started, “I don’t have anyone else to hang out with.”

    Matthew raised his right eyebrow. “Really?” he asked. “Puns?”

    “Not quite. There’s a method to my acting.”

    “Oh? Care to share?” Matthew asked.

    “Eh, not really,” Paul replied. “I’m putting these in at the perfect times. It’s all in the setupl, ya know?”


    “I was also sent by Ferret to wait for you to finish coming home. We got reviews to do.”

    Matthew sighed “Ugh, fine. What d’ya got?”

    ROUND 120

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  • 16 weeks
    SA Reviews #119

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    “So it’s us two this time, huh?”


    “Amazing how much we can get done, even with our compound getting destroyed.”

    “Sure is.”

    “This is what, the third time?”

    “Dunno. Lost count.”

    “Think we’ll make it in time?”

    “It’s gonna be close, that’s for sure.”

    “How much further?”

    “Just a little more… there!”

    Corejo stepped back and admired his work. A giant bronze sculpture of Seattle stood tall against the sky as Intern nudged it into place with a swarm of remote controlled drones. The statue sat in place in front of the compound entrance, an opened book resting in the crook of its arm and a pen held high in the other.

    Dusting off his hands, even though he did none of the work, Corejo turned to Intern with a nod. “Great. Now that that’s done, back to the reviews.”

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  • 17 weeks
    SA Reviews #118

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    “Hey, Matthew, watcha doin?” asked Chris, walking into their shared broom closet office.

    “Oh, not much. Just hiding from Fer… you know who.” Matthew shivered as he spoke.

    “What’d you do this time?” Chris asked.

    “I forgot to clean the bathroom.”

    “Ooh, Class five offense. Yikes.”

    Matthew nodded. “Anyway, what do you need from here?”

    “Me? Oh, I just got assigned to do reviews with you as punishment.”

    Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Your punishment or mine?”

    “Both,” Chris said, putting a stack of papers on the table. “I cut off Arch’s beard.”

    ROUND #118

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  • 22 weeks
    SA Reviews #116

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

    Sitting on a rock surrounded by debris, Intern typed away furiously on a laptop lying on his lap. Being so engrossed in his work, he failed to see a figure march up to him. The figure cleared his throat, but didn’t get a response. Next, the figure lightly tapped Intern on the shoulder but still didn’t get a reaction.

    The figure finally settled on slapping Intern on the back of his head.

    “Hey!” Intern squawked indignantly. “I’m trying to work here.” Looking up, he found a man he didn’t recognize staring impatiently down at him. The man was dressed in a finely pressed suit and carried a briefcase. “Can I help you?”

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Story Reviews » SA Reviews #103 · 2:42am May 1st, 2017

Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.

Deep down in the confines of a cavern, the tink tink of a pickaxe echoed along the walls as dim lamplight lit up a long hall.

TOM set the pickaxe down, grinning as he wiped the sweat off his brow. “Well? What do ya think? Do we dig deeper?”

Archonix kneeled down, grabbing a small patch of soil from the ground. After a deep sniff, he shook his head. “Not close enough. We need to go deeper.”

“Aw, seriously?! We’re like six feet under right now!”

“Two. Two feet,” Arch corrected.

“And we’d be four feet more if you grabbed another pickaxe.”

“Less talking, more swinging!” Arch declared as he held up the lantern.

TOM sighed, readied his hands, and held the pickaxe aloft.

“What is going on down here?!” A ferret-y voice echoed from the stairway, followed shortly by Ferret herself. “Why is there an excavation in our basement?!”

“We’re diggin for gold! Real gold!” TOM answered, resuming the dig with a “Hi-ho!”

“Fool’s gold, more like!” Ferret fumed, holding a stack of papers. Setting them down with a hefty thud, she put on a cross expression. “You two need to get reviews done!”

TOM regarded the stack of papers. “Is there gold in there?”

“Or gems?” Arch added. “There should be an underground tropical utopia, at least!”

Ferret threw her hands up in the air. “I don’t know! Start digging through these and find out!”

TOM quickly threw down the pickaxe. “Beats digging for crude oil any day.”


Vinyl Scratch, the mare behind DJ PON-3’s purple shades, is boldly exploring new frontiers of electronic dance music. Meanwhile, Spilt Ink, music critic for Sound on Sound magazine, is just as boldly exploring how far he can stick his head up his own rectum.

Trace the trajectory of one mare’s career—and one stallion’s sanity—through this peek into the music world’s sordid underbelly: the album reviews.

I was going to run with a joke where I spent most of the review talking about entirely unrelated things, but that would probably ruin something or other. Instead, let me introduce Spilt Ink, reviewer, failure, success, critic and envious writer. He is every niche journalist you ever met, complete with wannabe gonzo moments and the habit of scattering linguistic sophistication far beyond the needs of the text.

Survey is epistolary after a fashion; it is a pastiche, a satire of expectations and stereotypes. A loving homage to the music magazines that somehow still just about manage to cling to life on the fridges of a world that is increasingly leaving paper behind, and an exploration of the different, yet familiar lives of ponies that fandom created. It might also be tweaking at that same fandom just a little bit.

Worth a read for Ink's madness and Luna's letter, if nothing else.

And don't forget the annotations.

The life of a writing critic sometimes isn’t easy. However, I can certainly say it’s never driven me to insanity.

The life of a music critic, following the critiques of one Spilt Ink, is apparently a life that requires a monthly pain prescription, a weekly therapist, and daily doses of music that can send you both to the highest heavens and the deepest depths of Tartarus. I do not envy this kind of tumultuous life that puts incredible stress on the mind.

Yet the results of such scathing critiques are something not to ignore. The complete verbal destruction evoked from this critic is so outstandingly cruel, it feels like I’m viewing a different kind of art. The art of salt.

If I gave Spilt Ink a chisel and a huge chunk of rock salt, he would carve a perfectly proportioned replication of Vinyl Scratch, comment this was a more productive use of his time than listen to another one of Vinyl’s sets, and promptly smash it to make a statement somehow more ridiculous than what I just described. It’s crazy, but it has its moments.

If I’m honest, I’d happily read more from Spilt Ink. Dude’s got a crazy silver tongue for shaming, even if I will take many of his insults with a grain of salt.

...What? All this discussion about salt, and I can’t even use one salt pun?

Ember wants to see the rise of a smarter, friendlier dragon society in the future. For her dragon subjects, this presents quite a steep learning curve.

This one poses an interesting question that was never quite raised by the show: how do friendships work across differing perceptions of time?

Or perhaps that's not the best way to look at it.

Dragons see the world differently to ponies, but just how different is their view of things? What do they really know about pony culture? This fic - which builds on their views without being an infodump, as all the best worldbuilding should be - explores how dragons might make friends with ponies when asked to do so on their own terms.

I laughed.


Friendship is hard to foster when you’re awkward at making contact with people. It’s twice as hard when you’re a dragon, and trip... tripeel hard when your brain’s got the comprehensive capabilities of a donut.

But what this story lacks in wit it makes up for in character, and the three dragons here have plenty of it. Observing their mental gymnastics is a treat, and it only gets better as they comment on what they observe as ‘oddities’ in pony culture compared to theirs. You can even hear the gears grind in one dragon’s head as he tries to recall some of the fancier words Ember used, and it’s a wonderful sound.

The miscommunication—or in this case, misinterpretation—of Ember’s orders might make their venture into the world of friendship a far longer journey than it should be, but I can’t fault them. They made a sign, for Ember’s sake!

A crude misspelled sign, but a sign nonetheless. Points for effort!

All Vapor Trail wanted to do was ask Sky Stinger on a date. But as it turns out, Sky Stinger has a reason why the two of them can't go out.

I so desperately wanted to make an academy record joke here, but I fail, because the fic didn't set me up for one. Instead we're diving into unspecified peril in an arbitrarily defined zone: The Friend Zone.

Or not.

Ok this fic does suffer a couple of dialogue quirks, but it tickled me by playing around with the double-meaning of "wingman" - or wing pony I suppose - and exploiting Vapor Trail and Sky Stinger's established relationship to work with the joke.

Okay, so we have a story about a jerk, and a story about a few idiots. How do we balance this out?

What about a story featuring a jerk that could have been an incredible idiot?

That’s what you’ll find here as Sky Stinger decides his wingpony isn’t really marefriend material for a reason that’s so shallow, day-old rainwater puddles have more depth. But if you’ve ever seen videos of people jumping in rain puddles that turned out to be way deeper than they thought, you might be pleased to discover there’s more depth to Sky than what you see at first glance.

He’s still a jerk though, let me make that clear. But he’s a jerk that’s at least aware of his jerkiness, which is a… good thing?? Well, it’s better than him not being aware. That counts for something.

However, if he acts like this on an anniversary, he deserves a gut punch. Just saying.

Sometimes ponies just have a bad day. They spill their cereal, trip in the mud, have their checks bounce, and get attacked by an extradimensional geometrical entity. Villain Cube knows what that's like. He understands what they're going through. He's there for them, to listen as they bare their troubled hearts, and also to set them on fire.

At this point it's safe to say that today's theme is silliness, and what better way to round that off than with Pinkie Pie from another universe attempting to communicate with a villain in the shape of a cube through the medium of explosives?

I understand your confusion at this. Come closer so we may discuss it and then perhaps I shall set you on fire.

With so many jerk and/or idiot stories all gathered in one place, what’s left to bring together? At least they didn’t combine jerks and idiots into one story.

Wait wait WAIT no please don’t—aaaaand here we go. Well, this one does add EqG Pinkie to the mix, and she’s the sane pony-person in the Mane Six here. Think about that for a minute…or don’t. After all, we’ve seen what happened when they tried to handle Parasprites.

However, instead of a bunch of self-replicating hairballs we have a large, philosophic Villain Cube that sets things on fire because he’s Villain Cube, and a Villain Cube is as a Villain Cube does. Which is to set things on fire.

Villain Cube is so rock-simple, I kind of admire him. He’s a straight-shooting, no-fuss arsonist with one job to do, and he does it! Why no one thinks to grab a bag of marshmallows escapes me—this guy would be the hot topic at a camping ground, assuming the surrounding forest isn’t reduced to a pile of ash. And the tents… and the campers.

The point is, Villain Cube has eight corners, eight edges, six faces, and a whole lot of charisma. So stick around for a bit of depth, a fair amount of length, and some respectable width.

It’ll be a blast. I promise.

"I'm telling you, this is a much better idea than the whole gold quest thing."

"I'm not sure," Archonix said slowly, pacing back forth around the perimeter of TOM's now substantial—and increasingly wet—excavations. "I thought I was managing it rather well."

"Right, but even you have to admit that digging for gold in loam and clay is a terrible idea." TOM adjusted the hose at his side and leaned back, or at least rolled a little. "This is a much easier way to get rich."

"I—" was all Archonix said before RedSquirrel and Ferret landed on each of his shoulders.

"Hey guys," Red yelled. "What's with the pool?"

"And why are you putting it underground?"

"Is it for swimming?"

"Ooh! Do I get to wear little floaties and paddle around?"

"Are we going to have swim meets in tiny little trunks and be all sleek and shiny and glitter a lot in sudden beams of sunlight whenever something exciting happens?"

Everyone turned to look at Red, who may or may not have started to blush. It was difficult to know for sure.

"Nnnnooo," TOM replied slowly, nodding toward the pool. "We're going to farm clams and those clams are going to present us with delicious pearls."

The others were silent, until Red slowly raised a paw. "I question the wisdom of your plan."

"Yeah, well, it was this or go with Archonix's idea and turn it into a pig pen."

Red and Ferret looked at one another around Archonix's beard (a not inconsiderable feat) and sighed.

"That's a terrible idea," said Red.

"You're right," Ferret added. "Better pearls before swine."

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The point is, Villain Cube has eight corners, eight edges, six faces, and a whole lot of charisma.

But a cube has twelve edges.

"You're right," Ferret added. "Better pearls before swine."

Okay, I was wondering what your intro and conclusion would be... and you did it all for this joke, didn't you?

Oy, don't use your fancy mathematics to muddle the issue! You're right, though.

I put social site posts pff. TWICE now. Fix your goddamned site!

Damn that's a good writeup for A Survey of the Work of Vinyl Scratch. Would you guys be interested in writing for Sound on Sound? I hear they're hiring.

I also liked Friends of the Ponies, so I'll definitely have to check out the other two spotlighted stories.


And here I thought a cube was two squares with eight edges separated by four lines. My mistake.

An egg is still a sphere though, right? A sphere with a bunch of dimples? Because I found like a hundred of those things at a golf course this Easter, and they're already hard-boiled!

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4515429 It's because you're following WD so you're getting it in there as you would any of WDs other posts.

edit: Seems you're not. I'll look into it.

edit2: It seems what most likely is happening is your browser is storing something odd for the cookie. What browser are you using? Could also be extension related.

Hey, cool. I'm viewed rarely enough to get a third look-in from the highly esteemed Seattle's Angels! That's, uh... good. I think...

:scootangel: Thank you, Archonix and Tired Old Man! Two different and entertaining styles used to dissect the same story, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading both reviews. Capital work! :twilightsmile:

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