50 Years before the events of Fallout Equestria, a monster falls in love with his victim and becomes best of friends with his hunter. Talk of a legendary Raider King brings pariahs from all over the wasteland to the town of Ponyville.
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This is a bit of a weird segment, since Tumbleweed is only unconscious for like seven paragraphs before he is back to consciousness. All the while, the narration just continues as though he were awake and observing. I had to look back to see if I read this part right, since it was not really clear that the point of view had changed.
When you put it that way, it seems as though the drug was the keystone to unlocking the inner potential, some sort of transcendence of his nature. Though I suppose that's how a Mintal would make you feel.
Now that's the kind of clever line I needed to see more in the past chapters.
Another winner there.
These underground folks seem to be a little bipolar. They're swinging between trust and hate rather erratically in a short span of time with just a few words. I had hoped maybe the tension would be higher as the relationship developed, and that Tumbleweed would have to adjust strategy as the scene went on.
Two lines set up as foils the rivals of this story. Two lines, immediate answers to a kid's question, establish better than monologues their philosophies on the world they live in. It is not as wordy as the rest of the material in this arc, but it does not have to be and is improved by the brevity.
This whole scene with the weird spirit just does wonders for an arc that has been going on for far too long without a pause in its violence, insanity, and constant action. It contains the kind of playfulness and wonder at the diverse absurdities of this world that I was really expecting the moment I finished the first chapter. It also has some standout narration to make up for a kind of lackluster opening to this chapter.
Good little touch to the character.
The opening to this chapter was a real bog due to some stale narration and general fatigue with the constant action, but certain moments afterwards were real winners. With a much needed breather in its latter half, this chapter was long overdue for the arc. Some great potential is realized here, and the improved execution gives hope that the story after this long arc will blow my mind.
Loving this. Tumbleweed reminds me of myself when I play Fallout games, but with different skills. Stubbornly defiant, hates slavers with a passion, and shouting insults in the middle of battle. (If only I could actually do that last one in-game. I just say things I think are clever at my screen.)
I can also relate to that "My Wasteland" thing. Who wouldn't imagine it as theirs after marching across it for days, and whenever they think "That Raider would look better as a pile of ash" it becomes so?
From a mad alicorn bent on a destruction not her own design to a water spirit that gives ponies involuntary baths. Curiouser and curiouser
Tumble weed is totally not Joseph Joestar