Shilling myself because why not lol

I write a RGRE Anonpone greentext I just put out an update for. Here's a snippet in case someone out there is looking for something new to read.

“That’s why they call them, uhhh... marefoals, I guess.”

>You are Nocturnal Pike, and you get why Cut doesn’t go to tournaments now.
>A mare of her emotional constitution? There’s no way she could take that kind of abuse.
>However, there is one thing you don’t understand, and that is what Anon just said.
“That’s why they’re called what now?”
>You were hoping it was some nerd thing, but a sideways glance at Cut sinks that theory.
>She’s just as confused as you!
>”You know! Marefillies...?” he unhelpfully clarifies.
>You and Cut both shake your heads.
>While you do, you’re internally running through your internal “Anon to pony” dictionary, hoping that might shed some light.
>Hmmmmm, well mare means man, and foal usually means kid.
>Mankid?
>That doesn’t help at all.
>Although, you’ve got to hoof it to him, if he was just saying nonsense to help lift the mood, it seems to be working.
>>”Marefoal as in a mare that acts like a filly?”
>His face lights up, Cut clearly hitting the nail on the head.
>”Exactly! Back home we had a special term for people like that. I hoped it would directly translate.”
>Oh! Now you know what he’s trying to say.
“The world you’re looking for is ‘yearling,’ Anon.”
>He balks a bit, surprised.
>”What, like the author? Pffft, fuck off, you do not call them that!”
>His reaction was just extreme enough to banish the last of that somber mood, and leave you and Cut in stitches.
>Which, of course, means he definitely doesn’t believe you now.
>”Oh you two are /so/ messing with me!”
>>”We’re not!” cries Cut between guffaws, “It's true! They’re a bunch of stuck up /yearlings/!”
>He crosses his hooves and pouts, his every word dripping with indignation despite the ghost of a smile on his lips.
>”Oh yeah, what came first then? The author or the word?”
>Which of course just makes you and Cut laugh harder.
“The word! Who do you think buys all her books!?”
>Anon’s ire is instantly shattered as the same mirth that’s possessed you and Cut possesses him.
>”Ha! Oh God, her parents must have /hated/ her. Imagine naming your kid Manchild!”
>Cut, having calmed down enough to speak, wipes a tear from her eye.
>>”Well, it's probably a pen name.”
>Anon snorts, in a very unlordlike way.
>”So what, she just hates her fans?”
>That nearly sends Cut into another laughing fit.
>>”Have you ever /been/ to a Daring Do convention?”
>Her gaze swivels between Anon and you, clearly expecting the two of you to chime in with your own experiences.
>But you and Anon just shake your heads.
>Honestly, what did she expect?
>>”W-well they can get pretty bad,” she awkwardly amends.
>Hoping to throw her a bone, you decide to chime in with the only Daring Do convention related story you have.
“I did have to break up a bar fight after one a couple years ago, if that counts.”
>You barely notice it as she suddenly stiffens.
>>”It... wasn’t at the Salty Spitoon, was it?”
>Oh hey, you’d forgotten the name of the bar it happened at!
“It was! About five years ago, back when I was just a lowly patrolmare.”
>For the briefest of moments Cut fur stands on end and she starts fidgeting with her hooves.
>Odd, you wonder why.
“Astral and I were expecting an easy patrol, despite what we heard was in town, but filly were we wrong!”
>You remember the moment in perfect clarity.
>You’d just got done ranting about how it was stupid for the two of you to even be patrolling that night, when suddenly a chair comes flying out the window of the bar.
“By the time we were on the scene, that whole bar was at each other’s throats!”
>Thinking back to the mental image, you can’t help but start laughing.
>After all...
“The best part is, every single one of them was still in costume!”
>The image makes Anon start laughing along, however Cut just nervously titters.
>What could be bothering her?
>>”Do you happen to... remember why the fight started?”
>Ooo oo! That part’s great too!
“It was all over one of the villains! The stallion! Oh what was his name...”
>>”Caballeron?” she adds with what almost seems to be mounting horror.
“That’s it! They were fighting over him!”
>According to the witnesses after the fact, some mare was claiming that he just needed a guiding hoof to set him straight, and another questioned whether or not the former had even read the books.
>Then the punches started flying.
“I almost couldn’t believe it was all over some stallion. A /fictional/ stallion.”
>Aw mare, the mileage you’ve gotten out of that story.
>Say, Cut’s obviously no stranger to Daring Do conventions, maybe she was there?
>Heck, maybe she even knows the mare that supposedly threw the first punch!
>You never did find her.
>...come to think of it, Cut’s build /is/ pretty similar to how witnesses described that mare...
>And Cut herself is looking awfully nervous for some reason.
>>”See what I mean, those yearlings can get a-awfully awful about things.”
>Is she...?
>Nah, you’re just imagining things.
>>”Anyway, so yeah. That’s why the tournament sucks,” Cut concludes.

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