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  • 117 weeks
    SA: The Last Round

    "So, what do you think, Corejo?" Wanderer D asked, politely showing off the stack of papers in his claw.

    The burlap sack with the printed (in color!) face of Corejo remained silent.

    "I see, yes, yes!" Wanderer D cackled. "Ahahaha! Yes! I agree! This story should do fine! So, who's reviewing it? RT?"

    The sack that had the picture of RTStephens on it tilted just enough for a single potato to roll onto the table.

    "And we have two! Alright, team, I expect you all to figure out who's doing the next one, okay? Let's not keep the readers waiting!" He glanced expectantly at the several sacks with pictures around him. "Alright! Dismissed."

    "Sir?"

    "Ah, intern. Is that my coffee?" Wanderer D took the proffered mug and downed the contents in one go. "Excellent! No time to rest! We have to edit what the guys just handed to me."

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  • 138 weeks
    SA: Round 186

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


    The Dodge Junction train ramp was not where Floydien expected to be part of a reunion.

    He especially didn’t expect it to happen four times in a row.

    “Wait, Winter? What are you doing here?”

    Winter’s eyebrows raised. “On Summer vacation. What about you?”

    “Uh, same.”

    “Guys!”

    The two Angels looked to where the voice came from. Cynewulf came running up to them, a wide brimmed sunhat and sunglasses adorning her head. “Fancy meeting you two here!”

    Floydien scratched his head. “Same. Are you on vacation too?”

    “Yep! Had a blast down on the Horseshoe Bay coast.”

    “Well, ain’t this something!”

    All turned to the fourth voice. Knight strode up, his body decked out in fishing gear, complete with a fishing pole balanced over his shoulder. “Haven’t seen so many of us in one spot since vacation started.”

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  • 153 weeks
    SA: Round 185

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


    Winter and Knight stared out at the bleak townscape. All around them, the fires raged unchecked as Ponyville's former occupants stumbled mindlessly about, their undead faces ravaged by rot and decay as they moaned for sustenance. Knight turned to Winter.

    "Ready to go?"

    Winter nodded and shifted a backpack. "Got everything with me. I guess it's now or never."

    Knight gave a wry smile. "That's the spirit. You do have your reviews, right?"

    "Of course!" he said, patting his chest. "Right here."

    Knight nodded and said, "Alright, here's the plan: we stick to the shadows as much as possible. From what I can tell, their eyesight isn't that good, but their sense of smell is excellent. We just have to stay upwind."

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  • 160 weeks
    SA: Round 184

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


    “I see. Alright, I’ll let him know.”

    Intern twisted a dial on the small mechanical piece attached to his ear, retracting a blue, see-through visor from across his face. He turned to Floydien, crossing his arms. “It’s confirmed. Generation 5 is on its way. Season 2 of Pony Life is just around the corner. And the series finale of Equestria Girls was scrapped for a holiday special.”

    Floydien lifted an eyebrow. “And, what does that mean for us?”

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  • 164 weeks
    SA: Round 183

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


    Over their heads the flak guns peppered the sky. The planes roared and sputtered. The clouds were dark, heavy with the child that was war. It was all noise.


    Cynewulf looked around the bend. “You know, I’ve been reading old fics. Remember Arrow 18?”


    Floydien slipped—a Floydien slipped—One Floydien came through the fractured time in the lower levels of the Sprawling Complex. “Uh, human in Equestria?”


    “Yeah. You know, we were probably too mean about those.”


    “They were terrible. I mean some of them. I guess a lot of everything is terrible.”


    “Well, yes. But anyway, I was reading it, and it occurred to me that what I liked about it was that it felt optimistic in the way that Star Trek was optimistic. It felt naive, but in a way one wanted to emulate. To regress back into it.”


    “Uh, that sounds nice?”

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  • 169 weeks
    SA: Round 182

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


    “Okay, Winter, hit it!”

    Winter pulled a lever that ignited a rocket placed underneath the communal Christmas Tree. The tree blasted through a cylindrical hole and out into the skies beyond. It only took seconds for the tree to become a tiny red dot against the blue sky.

    Winter stepped away from the control panel and down to where Intern was standing behind a fifty-five millimeter thick glass wall. “We could have just picked up the base and tossed it in the garbage bin outside, you know.”

    Intern scoffed. “Yeah, we could, or we can go over the top in a comedic and entertaining manner that leads into our reviews.”

    “You’re getting all meta, now.”

    “Exactly! On to the reviews!”

    ROUND 182

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  • 174 weeks
    SA: Round 181

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


    For the first time in the year that he worked there, FanficFan finally experienced quiet in the Seattle’s Angels Compound. All the other reviewers had gone home for the holidays, leaving him and Intern to submit the last round of reviews of the year. However, with Intern off on an errand, FanficFan was left alone.

    With stories ready to be read by his partner, all the reviewer could really do was wander around the empty building, taking in all the holiday decorations left behind from the Office Christmas Party a few days prior, like office space holiday knick-knacks, lights strown about the ceiling and wreaths on nearly every door. Plus, there was some leftover cookies and egg nog, so that was nice. 

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  • 178 weeks
    SA: Round 180

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


    Cynewulf lay in a grassy field. This was a curious occurrence, as the Seattle Angel’s Dyson Sphere-esque compound basement labyrinth did not usually have grass. 


    But like she had many times before, she’d been teleported here, and whether or not the sky above her was real or not, she didn’t mind. The grass was nice, and the wind was nice, and whatever happened happened.
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    There was a great crash and Corejo stumbled into the grass to her right.

    “Oh, god, are we out? How did—”

    “No clue. I suspect that it’ll just take us back anyhow. Did you have the reviews? The machine came for me a few days ago, so I’ve got mine.”


    “I… Uh, I was late. I mean, we both are, unless you’ve been here for days.”

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  • 182 weeks
    SA: Round 179

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


    Winter peered cautiously out the corner of the broken window, surveying the damage outside. He turned to his companion.

    "Looks like we're trapped in here," he said quietly.

    Intern grunted and adjusted the bandage on his arm. "Nothing we haven't gone through before." He looked up at Winter. "Got your reviews?"

    Winter nodded and patted his chest pocket. "Right here, where they're safe." He turned and looked once more out the window. "Now, it's simply a matter of getting through all those ponies." Winter shuddered as he took in the horrors before him.

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  • 185 weeks
    SA: Round 178

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


    Matthew stumbled through the basement, crouching low to avoid all the pipes on the ceiling. Floydien hadn’t told him much, just that it was extremely important, had nothing to do with Intern, and to take the last fire door on the left.

    After what seemed like eternity in an instant, Matthew finally came to said fire door, damp with sweat and condensation. He carefully undid the latch and opened it with one arm raised just in case of any traps. Only to be greeted with the sounds of maniacal but joyous laughter as he spotted Floydien sitting in the center of the room surrounded by thousands of stacks of papers.

    “I found it!” Floydien said, tossing a stapled pack of papers to Matthew. “I finally found the answer. The answer to all of our questions. To our very existence!”

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Sep
1st
2017

Story Reviews » SA Reviews #104 · 11:05pm Sep 1st, 2017

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


Methodical fingers fell on the keyboard. Ticks and clacks and tacks echoed through the dreary cubicle halls of the corporate office space. Bleary-eyed and coffee-deprived, Matthew sat in front of the screen with the lethargic determination of the recently dead. The computer monitor, though searingly bright, was comparatively dim to the fluorescent lights that flickered on the ceiling.

Then Red showed up holding a squirrel-sized newspaper and a human-sized coffee mug, which was full of assorted nuts. He slugged a mouthful down and barely chewed.

“Ha ha ha!” the squirrel said. “Turns out Pontchartrain really did track mud in the house! I love that comic.”

“Red, you’re reading the editorial section, and it’s almost four,” Matthew said, diligently not looking up from his screen. “I’m trying to finish these reviews. I haven’t seen you all day and I wanted to keep that streak going.”

Red hopped up on Matthew’s shoulder, spilling nuts all over the keyboard and ignoring the other reviewer’s cry of distress. “Oh, Matt, I know you used to be some kinda freelancer back at your old job, but around here we do things differently. You’re just some crazy nonconformist. That’s why I call you my D.O.G.E.!”

Matthew sputtered. “Your… doge? What are you talking about? Let me finish my reviews!”

“No no, I finished mine hours ago, I’ll help you!” Red hopped onto the keyboard and jumped on seemingly random keys. The computer made a strange noise before the monitor blipped, and came back all blue. Matthew shook with horror as he read the on-screen message.

Flippant system error. Computer over. Reviews=bad idea.

Red smiled vacantly. “I like the color blue.”

ROUND 104


With Celestia out on vacation for a week, Cadance sees a fine opportunity to spend some time with her Auntie Luna, who's now in control of Equestria for that time. She's always known Luna to be a bit... different, but she never thought she'd find herself suspecting her Auntie Luna of trying to take over Equestria again. Is she simply over-thinking things, or is something truly the matter with Auntie?


From the very first chapter, I was hooked. It wasn’t a single sentence or an especially strong description that convinced me the story was worth reading. I had to settle in and wait and listen to what it had to say. The manner in which this story is written is just as important as the story it is telling. Princess Cadance wants to know what Luna is thinking. That is the mystery. Princess Luna’s thoughts are about as obscure as her own night sky. That is the obstacle Cadance must overcome.

I don’t have to say that I was engaged simply because the premise is so unique--there are not many stories featuring Cadance as a main character, and fewer in such a thoughtful and insightful peek into her psyche. “Character study” does this story a disservice. It is a peek behind the curtains, a lovely and subdued stroll through the minds of two characters often buried beneath fanon or shunted to side roles. We learn about Luna along with Cadance, and we learn about Cadance as she learns about Luna.

Princess Luna is as good as I’ve ever read; from glimpses of a mind older and more mysterious than Equestria itself, yet lost and unable to cope with the world, to the tiny hints through body language the story conveys. Princess Cadance wears her naivete and curiosity like a well-fitted glove, which also happens to mirror the mood the reader gets into while exploring the mystery of Luna alongside her. The pacing is spot-on, every character seems ready to jump from the pages as a fully-fleshed creature, and it gives me the warm feeling the MLP show did when I first saw it airing. Highly recommended.

So, CoffeeBean is one of my favorite authors. And with good reason. But as this is not so much about him as it is the story, I shall begin my review.

It’s set Mid-Season 2, where Cadance wants to get to know Luna more. So, she does. And this wasn’t kidding when it said it was a slice of life. But we also get a large amount of mystery to go with it, as no one is really sure of what’s happening. And then we get this giant tension. And it builds, and builds, and builds. And then the resolution finally comes, and... it’s solved in two paragraphs of talking.

Don’t get me wrong, I love this story. In fact, that is my only complaint. Everything else was spot on, to even better than spot on. From characterizations, to pacing, even to magical capabilities. So I hereby challenge you to go and read it. As in, now.


Fancy Pants' place in Canterlot's social hierarchy gives him certain obligations. One of these is the hosting of a number of balls, dinner parties and so on. Tonight he will be putting on a small, intimate "At Home" affair for just a few guests. Sadly, Jet Set and Upper Crust will be among their number. Before all that, though, Fancy Pants and his faithful butler, Silver Cloud, need to make the final preparations.


You know you’re in for a good time with Fancypants. He’s basically the eccentric uncle who lets you play with knives from that time he was a super spy undercover as a clown at the circus. I think the word that best describes this fic is “voice.” From the very start I could hear everything Fancypants said in his voice, and imagine the mannerisms he used very well. Some fics aren’t about something that “happens” as much as they are what the characters are like while a thing is happening, in this case preparations for a party. Fancypants’ ever-anxious butler was a fun addition to the mix. I found this fic quite entertaining, and I’m always in the mood for authors that take the time to write about ponies you might not expect to make good stories out of.

I swear, I am not obsessed with Loganberry. This one was chosen by redsquirrel. That out of the way, let’s jump in.

It’s basically a glimpse into the more private thoughts of Fancy Pants. I admit, I’ve never really liked him. I’ve always shied away from stories with him. But when this was recommended to me, I had to read it. And I found myself enjoying Fancy Pants. Loganberry did such a good job making sure that everything Fancy did, thought, or said was spot on to his character in the show. And not only do I respect that, I liked it.

So if I can like a story based on a character I don’t care for, then why would you not read this?


Love and Hope once shone bright from a gleaming crystal city, only to be lost to the evils of indifference and despair. This is a tale of the leaders who built an empire based upon those virtues, and the two newly weds who are about to realize their shared destiny in reclaiming it.


Mmm, delicious, delicious world-building. It’s as sweet and savory as any freshly-excavated cup full of assorted nuts and seeds a squirrel can find!

This is a history of the Crystal Empire, from its founding to its fall and its eventual rise again, creating its own legend with two endearing OCs. They are compelling while still being archetypes of myth, interesting without needing to be riddled with extraneous flaws, and generally just cozy to read about. It isn’t long or deep, but if it tried, I feel like it might have gone off the rails. This story found a warm, friendly core to settle around and did not stray far from it, to its credit.

I really just like hearing about ancient stories of ancient times, you know?

Ever wondered about the history of the Crystal Empire? Well, look no further, as this is the story for you! At 30k words, it takes a little longer to read than the other stories featured, but it’s well worth it.

It’s about two OCs who don’t fall trap to the classic “OP-ness” or “Feel bad for me” archetypes. They’re just normal ponies, with normal thoughts, and normal actions. Well, mostly normal. They are the type of characters who are easy to read about. Also, worldbuilding. So much worldbuilding. Now go read.


Everyone knows the story of the Iron Wing. They all know how fiercely she fought at the battle of Rainbow Falls. Soldiers measure their worth by where they were when she routed Sombra at the gates of Canterlot. Even now, there's a pilgrimage some take that follows her entire campaign.

And anyone who knows anything about the Iron Wing knows about the Demolition Crew. The story of the Crystal Collapse is one fraught with thrills and chills for fillies of all ages, and the closing of the Ghastly Gorge continues to inspire and terrify all who hear of it.

But legends seldom begin as the titans they become. Heroes are not born, but made, through fire and pain and loss. There isn't a pony alive who doesn't know the story of the heroes, but the story of the soldiers who became those heroes is one known only to them.

This is not the story of Iron Wing and the Demolition Crew. This is the story of Rainbow Dash and the Pie sisters.


This is another story about “voice.” It’s also a story about the Crystal Empire, sans all the love that it used to have. It’s set in the war between Sombra and Equestria during that alternate timeline Twilight visited, and is simply three vignettes involving three soldiers: Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, and Maud. Each of them is hurt by the war in their own way, and the tales aren’t about how they dealt with their problems later, but live them in the now. They are visceral and clearly are meant to be read as coming from the heart, since they’re all in first person, and while they are certainly dark and violent, there is that slight undercurrent of determination, hope, and friendship keeping them and their sanity together. It delves a little too deep into its own gore and overblown exclamations of hate, but overall it doesn’t lose sight of itself. Yet even still, the characters are well-realized. The way each of them spoke fit them quite well.

Now, is a story about war and horror truly pony? Well, that’s up for debate. One can go on and on about whether the show even lives up to its own idyllic setting and themes most of the time. I just know it kept me reading, and even though these are very, very different characters from what we see in the show, this story still managed to convince me they were the same old ponies we know and love.

So, you know that Season 5 finally where there’s the Crystal War Timeline? Yeah, this is more about that. And I love it. That timeline is probably my favorite out of them all for sheer coolness, and this story plays into that coolness.

But it also delivers some serious feels like an arrow piercing your heart. And it does this through looking at what we saw of Pinkie, Rainbow, and Maud in the show, and building up that characterization in about 500 words each. Then it uses the other 2k words in each chapter to tell a story. A story that not only builds on top of the other character’s stories, but provides more foundation for them.

And then there’s taking a silly topic, like Maud talking to rocks, and making it serious. And having rocks speak to her. And I LOVE it.

Do be warned, though, that with this seriousness, comes realism. In the show, it was “oh, that’s cool.” But here? Here, you will know that it. Is. A. War. But if you’re fine with that, then you will love this. Now go read it.


“So you’re saying it just started smoking after Red stuffed his nuts into the CD tray?” alexmagnet the IT guy who nobody ever saw until problems like this arose said.

Matthew shrugged, standing safely behind the wall of another cubicle and peeking over the top at the melting mess of plastic. “Yeah, I thought the blue screen was bad, but when it caught on fire I figured things had gone beyond what I could salvage.”

“Did you try to turn it on and off?” asked alex.

“Yeah, the button fell off and Red ate it.”

alex sighed, running a hand through his luxurious hair. “Well, I can try to see if anything made it out of the hard drive. But apart from that…”

“Hey guys!” Red said, hopping up on the cubicle’s edge. “Don’t forget to check out that email I sent to every single Angel and all their friends and all their friends and all their friends! There’s this sweet 2 gigabyte attachment that you’re all gonna love!”

alex and Matthew stared at each other. As they watched and Red’s insidious email was opened, computers across the office attempted to open the gigantic attachments, and gave up the ghost with sparks and smoke.

“... I like computers,” Red said, smiling vacantly.


Feel free to visit our group for more information and events, and to offer some recommendations for future rounds. See you all next time!

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Comments ( 18 )
PresentPerfect
Author Interviewer

Dat STORY_IMAGE_URL tho

4655147
yeah they should take care of that

Hap

4655147
4655176

They also got the title of the story wrong! Whoops!

Oh my god! Thank you so much for the absolutely glowing review! I... my heart pounded the whole time reading this. I'm overjoyed the work I put in has paid off.

I don't even read these for the reviews; I read them for the insane world the reviewers live in.

Uh, WD? Can you fix the third story. First, here’s the picture https://cdn-img.fimfiction.net/story/x30m-1432473786-88484-medium

And second, it’s Through Ice and Shadow, not Snow.

4655285
:pinkiehappy:

4655329
You’ve barely scratched the surface of this world. I have seen terrors that would break your mind if I even spoke of them. I have heard the call of death itself. And I have smelled the beginning of the universe. It smelled like egg-gas.

Wanderer D
Moderator

4655424
Has this group reviewed "Celestia's Relaxing Vacation" by headless rainbow? Cuz that shit already broke my mind pretty good.

4655646 If it's good and you want us to review it, head on over to the group recommendation thread located here.:twilightsmile:

4655979
HELL NO nobody should ever read that story it's fucked up lol.

Oy, D, why is Red's avatar borked? :rainbowderp:

Wanderer D
Moderator

4656321 I'm not sure. Ask Red.

Also, the last one posted was #109. Hmmm.

Another good-looking batch! Gonna have to queue up The Luna Papers for, y'know, reasons.

Also, glad to have y'all back (numbering oddities aside). It's been a little quiet.

4658967
You're damn right, you're gonna have to queue up 'The Luna Papers'! :trollestia:

I'm wondering if the misnumbering and borked images is part of the short story joke...

~Skeeter The Lurker

Shouldn't this be #110?

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