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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

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    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

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    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

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    “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

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    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

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    “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

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    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

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    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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Jun
10th
2018

Story Reviews » SA Reviews #130 · 2:50pm Jun 10th, 2018

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“It wasn’t until this moment that Intern realized just how large the Seattle’s Angels compound was. Entire days could be lost trying to familiarize oneself with just a single wing, let alone the months it would take to explore the whole building. But as Celestia as his witness, he was determined to do it or so help him!”

“Intern, you’re monologuing again,” said a voice from above. “And you’re doing it in third person.”

Snapping his mouth shut, Intern looked up to see Red perched on top of a protruding branch from the wall. He nibbled on a nut as he regarded the befuddled temp-reviewer. “Is this what you’ve been doing all month? Getting lost and talking to yourself?”

“No,” Intern said, arms folded across his chest. “I’ve been very productive this entire time.”

“Oh yeah?” Red set his nut to the side, crossed his own arms, and leered down. “Prove it.”

ROUND 130


Once upon a time there was a family, of two pony princess sisters and the lover of the older princess. And then everything went bad.

Three poems. Three aftermaths.


I’m not usually a huge fan of poems. Haven’t reviewed a single one in my entire tenure as a Seattle’s Angel… until now.

One of my chief complaints about poetry is that I believe they need structure. Most poems strike me as a literary version of modern art: throwing words at a canvas that sound nice and hoping you can scratch meaning off the paint. But these? These words tell an actual story, which I appreciate, and because I could follow along with what happened, I could better appreciate the place the words have in the stories. There are three of them, narrated by distinct voices. I appreciated the way each section leaves enough (mostly obvious) clues to tell who’s who, and taken together they form a complete narrative.

Of course, when you realize what the narrators are speaking about, and the emotions that come with them, you can even see parts in the poems where the structure changes. Rhyme schemes come and go, fall apart, or return to stability as emotions twist and turn and impact how these characters perceive the events that happened, and it’s perhaps this cleverness that really seals the deal for its recommendation. Also there is a distinct sense of melancholy and regret and bitterness raging all through these pieces, and if there’s one thing I like it’s ponies being melancholic and bitter.

If you do too, give it a shot.

We haven’t featured poems in a while so have a few! Each one features an immortal (maybe, depending on the current showrunner asking that particular Twitter question) of the show and their feelings on certain matters. And guess what? I can actually follow along with these!

Yes, I’m not a connoisseur or anything when it comes to poetry, but these are straightforward enough that even all the flowery prose doesn’t let the meaning fly over my head. I personally like the last one the best as its randomness really captures the character.

Take a gander, take a powder, take SOMETHING, but definitely take the time to read this.


Daring Do goes to retrieve an ancient artifact. It is a journey of danger and darkness, that many embark on but few return from. And Daring braves it fiercely.

Naturally, she does so in the most awesome way possible. Just not as awesome as Rainbow Dash. But nearly.


Oh boy, a random story! Random stories, now, have a somewhat unfair reputation for being a little bit too… random. Instead of actually being “random,” they are simply the author firing out what they think should be a lulzy acid trip on a pure sugar high when what they really have is burned coffee that won’t even give a mild buzz. It takes talent to make the random tag work, trust me. A certain je n'ais se quoi that must be experienced rather than described.

But this story has it. Oh, it has it. It starts with Daring Do having a seemingly normal adventure, but she’s narrating it in a way that makes it immediately apparent this is anything but normal. It escalates from there. And escalates. And then does it some more, until you realize that in spite of how random this all is, it is still all perfectly in-character. I really liked this one, I really did. Take it for a ride and don’t put on your seatbelt.

This is the type of story that you have to read the whole way through in order to get the full impact of it. At first things will be a little weird and seem rather repetitive. But I swear that once you’re finished, it’ll all make sense. With a dash of adventure and a touch of absurdity, this left me with a smile on my face.

And I’m not saying anymore!


Disguises - check
Concert tickets - check
Temporary replacements - check

Celestia and Luna are ready to attend a Howls of Catastrophe concert. What could possibly go wrong?

A changeling infiltrating the band plotting to destroy Canterlot Castle, that's what.


I like stories of Celestia and Luna dropping out of their roles as princesses. Especially the ones where they are completely flippant about it, because they’re gods and they can just do whatever they want sometimes. In fact, that’s pretty much this entire story. And I loved it.

Some might call it pointless. Some might call it empty. But I call it a masterpiece, because it involves Celestia and Luna just not taking anything seriously at all, because when you’ve been alive for as long as they have, it just gets really hard to keep getting excited, even at death metal concerts. I think we need more stories like this. Way more stories like this, about Celestia and Luna being so totally comfortable with their roles as nigh-immortal demigods that sometimes they slip right back out of it and into total absurdity.

The silliness continues as Celestia and Luna play hookie to check out the pony equivalent of a death metal concert. At least I think it’s death metal. Sometimes ponies get their genres mixed up and leaves me with more questions than answers.

Anyway, this is a quick romp that’ll get a chuckle out of you from the weird band members and their “unique” looks. The sisters are a hoot (particularly Luna) and the methods they go to to have backup “replacements” is a good way to end on things.

If anything, I wanted this to be longer to stretch out the zaniness.


Celestia paints with starlight.


I miss Celestia and Luna on the show itself, so I’m glad we’re getting stories like this. One time period the show has always avoided was the time between Luna’s banishment and return, so the gap had to be filled with fanfiction like this touching story. While this story is in a crowded market to be sure, I think it strikes a fine balance between whimsy and mythicality, a cross-genre atmosphere that MLP has always been a part of. The idea of Celestia fiddling with the very heavens themselves to try and get them just right is the kind of adorable awesomeness you’d find in a beloved children’s storybook, and this story’s descriptions of it are very enjoyable to read. It does not veer into maudlin territory, but neither does it become too fluffy to lose its gravitas. This story portrays Celestia as a powerful being trapped by mortal concerns, and I love that idea.

Let’s end with a little more seriousness. This is another quick one, a single scene that depicts a lot. A canvas of colors, you might say.

This is a story that doesn’t tread new ground, but it always fascinates me how other fans depict Celestia during the time between Luna’s banishment and her return. In this one, she’s trying to get the stars right and the tasks to carefully mold the tapestry of the constellations is harder than even moving the sun or moon. Her reflections on the outcome and her ruminations with her attendant give us just a peek at how things have changed. It’s a little glimpse of just what Equestria lost when Nightmare Moon was sealed away.

Recommended for those that like to see Celestia in a more vulnerable state. She’s got a long road ahead of her before things get better.


“Fine, you can walk, talk, and review all at the same time,” Red said, resuming his nomming on the nut. “Just don’t make a habit of it. It’s annoying.”

Intern shrugged, his attention elsewhere. “I’ll tell you what’s annoying. Trying to find this blasted elevator. I’ve been from one end of this place to another and not a single spot to use this.” He held up a slip of paper the size of a business card.

“What is it?”

“An elevator pass! Why do we sell elevator passes if there are no elevators to use them on?”

Red could feel a headache coming on. “Bud, we don’t sell those.”

“But Wanderer D—”

“And you just answered your own question,” Red interrupted.

Blinking, Intern said, “You mean…”

“Sorry, but it looks like you got had.”

“But—”

The wall next to them pinged. A second later, a hidden door slid open to reveal Wanderer D, dressed in a slick red and gold elevator uniform. He held out his and, palm up. “Elevator pass?”

“I knew it!”


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Comments ( 6 )

The real mind bender here is: Did that elevator always exist or did D create it just to mess with Intern some more?

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Indeed. How far down does the rabbit hole go?

FTL

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Or did it start as a way to mess with Intern and then has escalated into making a fool of Red?

We may never know.....

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Do we dare to delve in the minds of Red and WandererD?

'Beware all ye who enter here!'

You guys didn't know about the elevators? What do you use to get around, then?

Only three stories about best princesses?! 0/10 never trusting your recommendations again—

> contains lesbian Rainbow Dash

… okay, I'll let this one slide. :trixieshiftright:

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