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  • Wednesday
    SA: Round 162

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    Matthew slung his arm over the top of the office divider. “Hey, Drake. I heard you wanted to talk to someone?”

    Drake turned around from his deck, looking at a piece of paper in his hands. “I was just looking at my schedule here. According to this, I’m on the crew for reviews this week?”

    Matthew nodded. “That’s right.”

    “But, I was on the review crew last time, too. And I just started here.” Drake scratched his head. “How come I’ve been assigned a double on my first month?”

    “Well, all the review spots are assigned on a volunteer basis.”

    Drake shifted his eyes from side to side. “I didn’t volunteer for this week.”

    “No, but everyone else didn’t not not volunteer before you, so, yeah.” Matthew shrugged. “It happens.”

    Drake slumped in his chair. “So I’m doing a double shift on my first month here.”

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  • 3 weeks
    SA: Round 160

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


    “Who was the intern again?”

    Chris turned with a baffled look. “What? And also, what the heck?”

    Cyne held his hand as he swayed back and forth over the endless abyss. The bridge linking the Infinite Archives with the District of a Thousand Delicatessens had given out as it did every 20 hours or so, because the ever growing labyrinth that made up the Seattle’s Angels HQ bunker. They’d just messed up the timing by a hair.

    “Yeah, who was the intern?” Cynewulf asked again, regardless of the dire circumstances. “I keep forgetting and by rights at some point it should have been me?”


    “For pony’s sake please pull me up right th—“


    “Furthermore,” she continued, her lupine claws digging in as she pulled him up but by bit, “why do we have interns? And how did we come to be here?”

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  • 7 weeks
    SA: Round 159

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    If there was one thing Intern had learned during his time with Seattle’s Angels, it was that the reviewers really valued their downtime. Scouring for new stories to feature was exhausting work, not to mention the time it took to write perfect posts week in and week out. A chance to get away from that, even for a few fleeting minutes, was more precious than Zap Apple jam spread over a slice of apple pie on a cool evening overlooking the picturesque view of the compound’s vast corn syrup fields.

    “Want to tone it down on the metaphor, there?”

    Intern started at hearing Matthew’s voice right behind him. He whirled around, slapping his laptop shut, and holding it protectively against his chest. “Mine!”

    Matthew cocked his head. “Have you been getting into our supply of poison joke again?”

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  • 9 weeks
    SA: Round 158

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


    Heartshine flew just a couple inches over Paul’s shoulder, rubbing her hooves together anxiously. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, y’know.”

    Paul glanced over his shoulder at her, eyebrow raised. “For the last time, yes. I don’t see any reason not to.”

    She flitted about his head like an agitated bird, her voice gaining a slightly higher pitch. “B-but, what if somepony finds out what we’re doing? You have a reputation. A good one! I don’t want to ruin that.”

    He rolled his eyes, hand on the doorknob to his office. “If I’m okay with everyone knowing I’m a brony, then I’m okay with this. So relax! What we’ve got together is special, Heartshine, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of that.”

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  • 11 weeks
    SA: Round 157

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    Matthew walked into Corejo’s broom closet office. “Hey Cor, all my reviews are done, we just need yours and an intro/outro and we should be good.”

    Corejo looked up from his chalkboard computer. “Just got one left, but all my others are done. I’ll hand ‘em in once it’s done.”

    “Alright, cool. Any ideas for the intro stuff?”

    “Not really.” Corejo shrugged. “Unless you wanna transcribe this conversation. People will think it’s funny. Until they’re like, ‘you’re not funny.’ And then we’ll be had.”

    ROUND 157

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  • 13 weeks
    SA: Round 156

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    “Put them over there, if you would.”

    Intern did as instructed as best he could with his vision impared by a small hill of boxes and bags. Wobbling with so much merchandise in his grip to fill a Hot Topic shop, he somehow managed to set it all down with nary a single plushie falling. He sighed with relief, wiping some sweat from his brow. “Is that all of it?”

    Cynewulf eyed him as though he had asked if she could speak color. “What? Heaven’s no, that was just the first hour at the con. I’ve got three days worth still for you to bring in.”

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  • 15 weeks
    SA: Round 155

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    Ebon Quill wandered down the empty hallway.  How long had he been walking? Hours, it seemed.  Why did the SA headquarters have a twenty mile long hallway?  He wasn’t sure, but he felt with a deep-seated certainty that, if he did know, he’d hate the answer.  Pausing to wipe his brow, he knocked on a door with a resigned passivity borne of the knowledge that, if the last 2,231 rooms had been empty, the odds of finding a human in this one were low.

    “Coming!” came a chipper voice from inside.

    A moment later, Chris threw the door open.  “Ah, Ebsy, you’re just in time!” Throwing an arm around Quill, Chris ushered him into the room.  “Come on, we’ve got reviews to write.”

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  • 17 weeks
    SA: Round 154

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    “Did, did that actually just happen?” Intern asked, still wide eyed and confused at the image that was seared into his retinas. Paul, not freaking out, and brushing Heartshine’s mane. There was no way that was real.

    “Did what just happen?” Heartshine asked innocently.

    “That thing with Paul!” Intern shouted, startling several researchers and earning several dirty looks. “You. Him. Brush. Calm. ARGH!”

    “You mean him offering to brush my mane after we did our reviews? Yes. He was very nice about it, and his brush was really gentle about getting tangles out!”

    “I have to be hallucinating!” Intern leaned against a wall and breathed heavily. “Is there something in the air? Did I eat something weird again? I know to avoid Cynewulf’s chilli, and all I had for breakfast today was that poptart I scrounged from Level 4.”

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  • 19 weeks
    SA: Round 153

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


    Intern shot Heartshine a fretful look. “I’m telling you, just be ready.”

    “Oh, I’m sure you’re exaggerating,” Heartshine repeated for the hundredth time, trotting happily down the long corridor far from the occupied parts of the SA compound. “How bad can he be?”

    “Paul is the most Twilight Sparkle person on the planet,” he reminded her. “He gets dangerous when his schedule is threatened, and he’s always godawful busy. Frankly, I’m not sure he’s even human.”

    Heartshine giggled at this. “Neither am I! Boom, instant friends.”

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  • 21 weeks
    SA: Round 152

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


    A knock sounded on Matthew’s door, prompting him to look up from his desk. “Come in.”

    Intern slipped in, quickly closing the door behind him. “Good. I don’t think anyone saw me.”

    “What are you up to?”

    Taking carefully measured steps and avoiding any known creaks in the floor, Intern made his way to Matthew’s desk. Keeping his voice in a low whisper, he said, “Okay, you can level with me, right?”

    Matthew felt a headache coming on. “What are you talking about? Level on what?”

    “Oh, c’mon, you can tell me. I think I’ve worked here long enough to be trustworthy.”

    “‘Work’ being subjective, here.” Sighing, Matthew rubbed his temples. “Aren’t there reviews due?”

    “Yeah, but this is important, too.” Intern winced as his voice grew louder, forcing his next words to be quieter. “I gotta know.”

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Oct
26th
2019

Story Reviews » SA: Round 161 · 2:27pm October 26th

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Intern sighed, looking at his clock built into his heads up display for the dozenth time. He tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed, and passing the time by whistling a formless tune. No wonder no one else wanted to invite the new guy in when it was going to be this boring.

His clock beeped. At precisely that moment, the mirror Intern stood in front of began to glow and churn. The sound of an engine revving up could be heard somewhere beyond the swirl of space/time.

Intern scratched his head. “I could of sworn we’ve done this bit before…”

His deja vu ponderings were cut short as a motorcycle carrying two people roared from out of the mirror, flying over Intern’s head. Instinctly ducking, he followed the bike as it landed on the far side of the room, its occupants remaining seated despite the laws of physics complaining that they should have been thrown and dashed against the walls. It came to an abrupt stop as the driver cut the engine, allowing the passenger to slide off.

The driver removed their helmet, revealing a human Sunset Shimmer as she flung her head back to allow her red and yellow hair to cascade down her back in dramatic fashion. She smirked at the passenger. “Right on time, just like I promised.”

Her companion took off their own helmet, DrakeyC’s revealed face grinning back. “Thanks for the ride. I’ll text ya when your next children’s card game is scheduled.”

“Looking forward to it.” With that, Sunset donned her helmet, started up her bike, then took off like a shot. She and the bike phased through the mirror, the enchanted device shutting down the moment Sunset was on the other side.

Drakey took notice of Intern looking cross at him. “What? I’m not late, am I?”

“No, you’re right on time,” Intern said, still scowling. “I’m just positive that I’m plagiarizing myself but can’t be bothered to go back and check to be one-hundred percent sure.”

A blank stare was all Drakey could come up with as a response.

Intern waved it off. “Nevermind. I’ll show you to your desk then get you assigned to the next round of reviews.”

ROUND 161


"Cogito ergo sum" - I think therefore I am (Descartes)

Some things are simple and obvious when you are a rational and smart pony like Twilight Sparkle. But when you try to make a crazy mare like Pinkie Pie obey the rules of logic, you should expect at least some challenge.

But that's not a story about logic. It was supposed to be, but it isn't. Or at least not anymore. I think it's just a story about two friends spending some time together...


From the premise and summary, one goes into things expecting absurdity comedy like only Pinkie can provide. What I was not expecting was legitimate existentialism as the story deconstructs a cornerstone of philosophical thought, and does so in a way that is actually rather logical and brilliant. But there is definitely comedy to be had here, especially in the later sections of the story where the true context of Pinkie’s arguments come into light, revealing that her philosophy is internally consist with her character in a very amusing fashion.

The story doesn’t go too heavy on the philosophy, it doesn’t lose itself in its arguments and keeps them grounded in the narrative. And this is preferred, it makes the story more enjoyable as an actual story and not just Twilight and Pinkie debating the nature of the self. But it does poke a hole in Descarte’s most famous quotation, so once you’re done laughing at Pinkie’s revelations, you may find yourself reflecting on them in more detail and what they could mean for us all.

Pinkie Pie and a story about logic from the perspective of Twilight Sparkle. Where could this possibly go wrong?

In all the ways that are humorous, of course. Aaaaaannnnnnndddddd more than a little meta once you reach the mid section. BUT, if that’s your thing then you’ll get a kick out of this. And of course poor Twilight having an existential crisis.

Bit of a short review for this one but I’m hoping you’ll take a few minutes to dive into the madness of what makes us self-aware.


The Great War ended many years ago, but its effects live on in the ponies who fought and bled on its battlefields. A journalist interviews some of the War's greatest heroes, seeking to know the people behind the legends.


This presents us with snippets of varying length of a Great War Equestria fought against an enemy called the “Equalists”. One may presume it has something to do with Starlight Glimmer with a name like that, but we know very little of the Equalists’ ideology and reasons for going to war, and Starlight is never mentioned in any context, so like the Axis and Central powers, it may just be a term used to define an enemy of purposefully ambiguous nature. This is not a bad thing - the story does not get bogged down with details ultimately inconsequential to what the focus of the story is, it gives us enough to contextualize that focus in the world the story is set in.

The focus is on showing the war through the eyes of several members of the cast, who participated in it in various, radically different capacities. Character voicing is top notch, each chapter feels like it was truly being told by the pony it is ascribed to. Every entry commands attention and keeps you reading to find out more about the ponies and the war they lived through, at no point do things bore or drag.

This is not a simple “War is Hell” story, this is “War is Complicated”. War means different things to different ponies; it is simple and complex, glorious and hellish, straightforward and frantic. It is all of these things at once and more. War is the sum of the experiences of the ponies who experienced it, and not just the frontline soldiers, either. And this story creates some powerful images of what war means to each of the cast.

This is a series of short chapters interviewing the characters after having taken part in a brutal war.

War? In My Little Pony? Don’t sit there and be shocked. Ponies are very aware of war within the show. Heck, an entire alternate dimension exists due to time shenanigans that gives a glimpse of what a war in pony land would look like. This story, however, takes inspiration from The Great War, aka, World War I.

The tone is both a little downbeat but also very uplifting. Each character had a different role during the war and the author makes good use of each pony’s (and one dragon in one case) special talents. These are very much the same group of characters that understand the value of friendship, even in the dark times they are recounting. However, that doesn’t mean they will just lay down and let the enemy stomp over them. Ponies are willing to fight back if it means contributing to the greater good.

So don’t let the story concept hold you back. Get in there and see the endgame of a collection of characters that were put to the ultimate test.


Princess Cadence has a new hobby, and Twilight doesn't like it one bit. Now if only she could get some competent help with her crusade...


This is one of those stories set in its own world where silly things like “logic” and “reason” are suggestions that most ignore. The sheer premise of what Cadance is doing is already funny on arrival if you’re willing to buy into it, and we then behold the reactions of Twilight and some of her friends as they offer their own perspectives on it, which are just as absurd and illogical as Cadance’s new favorite past time.

There’s some light commentary on social inequality, racism, and the conflict between the working and the rich, but it’s really only brought up to demonstrate how in their own ways they’re all insane kooks in some way or another. Except for poor Twilight, who is left trying to make sense of nonsense. Faced with an insane world, what is a sane mare to do but give in and join the party?

Well, that silly title certainly doesn’t lie.

Yes, Cadence does indeed dance atop a floor of hobos and loves it. It gets even more ridiculous from there, believe it or not. And poor Twilight has to stare and watch.

Definitely don’t take this too seriously. However, don’t shy away, either. There’s some good comedy skits throughout that gives some surprisingly insightful commentary on society, human and pony alike. If you can see beyond the immediate presence, you can argue that the whole story is a big metaphor for social injustice.

Otherwise, if you treat this like a Monty Python’s Flying Circus sketch, then you’ll have a good time.


In the distant, cyberpunk future of Equestria, everything has a price--including love. And, if you're the sort of creature needs love to survive, you learn to do what you must keep you and your family safe.

And then some politician comes around to screw it all up. Time to have a word with him...


This story provides a brief glimpse into the operations of changelings in a futuristic Equestria, and establishes an interesting OC to lead them. It’s very short but very atmospheric, and does a great job developing its characters in its time span. The final line is a chilling promise of things to come for the world and leaves you eager to see more stories in this setting and with this character.

I picked this out because I have a passing familiarity with the crossover material and because the small prologue had an intriguing hook. Rest assured that you don’t need to be all that familiar with Shadowrun to understand the story itself, but I’m sure those that do will get all the little references sprinkled throughout.

To speak about the story, it’s a small but tightly plotted tale of espionage, intrige, and double-crosses. It gives you just enough information to figure out what’s going on, but doesn’t spell it out for you. I like that, leaving the reader to solve the mystery themselves as long as they are paying attention. But, in case you do want to know, the author spoils everything in the comment section, so be careful going in that you don’t scroll down too far.

And with that, load up and ship out!


“I think I might like it here,” Drakey said, having been given the introductory tour and complementary mini-replicator snack pack.

Intern nodded absently, leafing through the stack of papers Drakey had given him. “Just remember that the facilities are off limits when the lights turn fushia and you’ll do fine.”

“Right, right.”

“Well, I think that’s about it. I’ll get these turned in. Welcome aboard.”

Drakey gave a wide smile and sat down in his new, cushy chair. “Happy to be here. Will I be seeing you around?”

Shrugging, Intern said, “Probably. This place is huge but Angels always find each other when posts are due.”

“The destiny bubble in room A113, right?”

“Got it in one. It’s nice to have fate literally in our hands.” Waving over his shoulder, Intern walked off.

Drakey leaned back in his chair, keying in pokey on his replicator. “Yeah, this is going to work out just fine.”


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Pink, Fuzzy Alicorns Dancing on Hobos, by Star Destroyer

How you gonna play me like this, SA? D:

Memoirs Of My War is incredible, and I tear up every single time I read it at something or other. As the review said: it’s difficult but ultimately hopeful and touching. Of course, that’s true of everything Antiquarian writes.

I can’t wait to see Pinkie Pie vs Logic. Will this end well? No, I’m certain it will end an entire aquifer.

Oh, Drake? There's a strong addition to the Angels.

Memoirs looks super up my alley.

have you read Western Star?

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