Techie's SPICY Smokin' Toasted Self-Roasted Reviews #40: [Holy Crap it's a Lawnmower in Equestria!]! · 4:44am Nov 16th, 2019
Yup. It's a Displaced story... technically(?)
No dillydallying or explanation this time 'round, let's get right into it. 
Badly written on purpose because honestly, I feel like kludging my way through this anyways.
Just like 90% of your other stories?
It's not like I lost a bit of my soul or anything. Right?
Totally. And I'm definitely not on the toilet taking a break from a Netflix binge session while writing this.
Triumphantly, the lawnmower sat smoldering atop the crushed mailbox, a smug grin on its horrifically horrifying pony face. Why? Because up until that point, mailboxes happened to be rather annoying to mow around.
So are trees.
And rocks.
And pretty much anything that isn't grass.
"HOLY CRAP." Derpy yelled, staring at the screaming lawnmower, "IT'S A LAWNMOWER IN EQUESTRIA!"
Roll the titles!
Applejack was having a good day. The sun was shining, the sky was blue,
the tank was clean, the trees were growing, and just for once, it seemed as if Ponyville was at peace.
I will not give up the Finding Nemo reference. If there's an opportunity, I'll take it.
And here, we see the Lawnmorphicus Humanis Poner stalking its prey. Slowly, it creeps up on its unsuspecting victim-- an orange Appul Pone.
"OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM--" The lawnmower, from now on referred to as LawnPo, shouted as it barreled over the apple-littered ground.
These two paragraphs are very different from each other.
LawnPo proceeded to shrug the best that a grossly-deformed lawnmower-pony hybrid could shrug.
In other words, LawnPo shrugged.
Because he didn't know.
Hey, just like Techie's late-night writing sessions!
Why is this narration getting more awkward than me in one of my preschool plays, I don't know.
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Don't you hate when writer's block hits? I certainly do.
First off, didn't even need to roast myself here for that first line. Second, yup, gotta hate it.
"I..." LawnPo began, looking itself over, "I think I'm a god now?"
Everypony shrugged at the now-glowing LawnPo.
As for the lawnmower itself, LawnPo ascended to the high heavens above, the clouds parting as the lawnmower rose higher and higher into the air, an overly dramatic lightning storm accompanying the ascension.
LawnPo proceeded to fall from the sky, hitting every possible obstacle on the way down.
And just because the author had no idea what else to write, one final bolt of lightning struck LawnPo, reviving the darn thing.
This is the part where a lawnmower falls out of the sky and hits your roof.
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That's all, folks!
Oh, so that's where the lawnmower came from!