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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.
    f

    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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Oct
1st
2018

Story Reviews » Seattle's Angels Round 137 · 10:34pm Oct 1st, 2018

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


“Um… watcha doing?” asked Matthew. “And why am I tied to a chair?”

Archonix looked at him and smiled. “Don’t you get it? It’s a conspiracy! All of it!”

“Uhh… ok. Mind explaining?”

“You don’t believe me do you?” Arch screamed at the ceiling. “They’ve already gotten to you! It’s too late, I’m the only one left.”

“Yeah, ok…” Matthew looked around the room. “Mind having a breakdown later? We gotta get some reviews done…”

ROUND 137


From raising the bright moon to lighting the glittering stars, to guiding the majestic comets that streak across the skies on the darkest of nights, Princess Luna has done it all. Where other ponies see a dark, empty sky, Princess Luna sees a canvas. A canvas waiting to be filled with the beauty that is the night sky.


I've never particularly been a fan of the fanon that has Luna controlling the very stars themselves, but I am a fan of those stories that can take the idea and make something interesting of it. What would it mean to be able to paint the very night sky?

Though short, and to be honest a little abrupt, this story gives us a thoughtful insight into the kind of the pony that can, and perhaps a hint of the reasons why she might do so every night, even when nobody is watching.

Personally, the idea of Luna controlling the stars along with the moon has always fascinated me. It’s right up there with SunLight shipping.

This story is short, and in a way feels unfinished, but is beautiful nonetheless. I could even go so far as to say the unfinished feeling is intentional. But this story focuses on the character. What would drive a pony to rearrange the heavens, knowing most others won’t even notice? What is it like? Insert other philosophical question here. I thought it was a good story, and I hope you do too.


War is brutal. It asks you questions with no right answers. It leaves scars on your body and mind.

War is a game in which you will always lose.

And Rainbow Dash might've just lost everything.


War. War never ch ok enough cliché for now.

War is a perennial favourite topic of genre fiction and with good reason. Conflict is written on every facet of our existence. Our history is divided up by the dates of wars. We do, as a species, have a small talent for it.

But that alone doesn't explain the popularity of war fiction. In conflict, the worst and the very best aspects of us are revealed. The hatred, the anger, the cowardice and violence, yes, but also the loyalty of soldiers to one another and to their cause, their bravery in the face of insurmountable odds. The compassion in an unrelentingly crushing world.

Which is what this fic, set in the universe of Sombra's war on the world, attempts to explore.

I’ve read no shortage of Crystal War fics. I dare say, done well, they’re some of my favorite fics period. This one is a little different than the others though. This one… this one tackles some of the heftier subjects.

It touches on the guilt of harm done to others, on the brokenness of losing everything, on coping methods… but most importantly, and this one’s main theme, that drive to keep going. To keep fighting through the pain, that sense of duty to fight for what you believe in… even if you know it’s hopeless.


Sunset was a student of the Princess, a magical prodigy, a diplomat and adventurer long before CHS. She was a researcher, an academic, a fighter, a lover, a general and a thief. She's been to far away countries, alien worlds and deadly jungles, crossed sea and scaled mountains, fought mythical beasts and rescued damsels in distress (and some times the other way around).
So when the time is right and audience is willing, she has tales and stories to tell, to amaze and to astonish.

Some may be tall tales, other - honest truth, and none may tell which is which, yet still, each story is what made Sunset who she is today.


What is love?

I'm just a pile of cliche tonight...

Sunset Shimmer tells the story of her possibly first love in an exotic locale, and the crushing realisation that sometimes love is not all it's cracked up to be.

An interesting tale, one that might (if you look at it in the right light) explore some of the underlying motivations for Sunset's rejection and hostility toward Celestia later in her life, but that also gives us teasing glimpses of a culture beyond Equestria.

This story explores two subjects, Sunset’s character and worlds beyond Equestria. I love both of those.

Anyway, this is pretty short. Shorter than I’d like. But it uses those words it does have well, exploring Sunset’s first love and how, sometimes, life doesn’t work how you want. How people, or ponies, sometimes just want to use you. It’s a lesson Sunset takes pretty hard, but learns nonetheless. I’d like to think it foreshadows her eventual falling out with Celestia. And it does this all through the marvelous backdrop of worldbuilding.


Sunset Shimmer needs information on a specific mirror, and she knows just the ogre to get it from.


Dialogue alone cannot sate the senses for long, but when used well, it prompts the reader to fill in all the details that normal prose directs to us otherwise. It is the very bare essence of fiction, the most minimalist exploration of a scene. Almost a poem.

Sunset's dilemma here rings clear, almost literally, between the lines. Lines that, in many ways, form a prison for the writer and the characters, to mirror the prison that the titular Ogre inhabits, and from which Sunset must break free - just as the story must break out of the confines of mere words, to find freedom in the imagination of the reader.

An imaginative use of minimalism.

And here we have another Sunset fic. Aren’t you glad? I’m glad.

This one explores a world told entirely by dialogue. A bold style, as it requires a reader willing to imagine the prose around it for themselves. Most of what I got from this was worldbuilding. It explores some of the magic behind the world, some of the creatures in it and their rules… all through dialogue. It’s quite masterful, honestly.


Matthew awoke to a light. A very bright light. Aimed at his face. He did not scream nor cry a little, no matter what anyone else tells you. He also noticed he was sitting in a chair, his review packet still in his bag next to him. But he forgot all of this when he heard a very recognizable voice. A terrifying voice.

“So tell me,” Ferret said, “what you know about Floor 14.”

“Uhh, nothing?” Matthew squeaked out.

“You were found in a room with Archonix. Clearly you know something.”

“I don’t, I swear! I was just trying to get reviews done! See? I got them right here!” He pulled out the reviews and waved them in front of him.

“Alright, but we’re watching you,” Ferret warned.

“O-okay…”


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PresentPerfect
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Yess, Roam-Springa and Queen of Clubs. :D

...I feel like I have left this comment elsewhere once before. c.c

Wanderer D
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4946662 What? You're imagining things. :trixieshiftleft::trixieshiftright:

TGM

Oh shoot, totally unexpected!

Thanks so much for the feature you guys, glad you enjoyed the fic! However short it may have been. :p

The plot thickens. Game Theory will make an episode based off of this round.

Oh wow, thank you for featuring my fic! I didn't even know it was in here, just happened to click upon this post! I appreciate it so much! :D

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