Well, not actually mine, sad to say, but having seen this blog post with the below picture included during unrelated research, I thought it needed sharing.
Best. Hostname. Aide-Memoire. Ever.
It goes without saying that a pony-powered cluster is a gift unto itself.
That it is. That it definitely is.
“Hey! Cricket!”
“Eep! Oh, hey Hydrax. You needed anything?”
“Eheheh... not exactly. I mean, I just wanna, um...”
“You’re getting a bit red. Did I make it too hot in here? I mean, I did it to let the scorpions roam around the room for a bit. I hope they didn’t escape the room though.”
“Oh, nonono. I just... um... I wanted to—”
“Stinger found a bat pony? Huh. Wonder how—”
“Cricket!”
“Meep!” the changeling squeaked as he felt a familiar figure glomping him, causing him to suddenly drop the jar he was holding.
Hydrax looked down, realizing his mistake while watching the tarantula scuttle away. “Uh... oops.”
Hydrax grunted as he was harshly shoved to the side, only to be caught by a pair of male changelings, who glared at the perpetrator.
“Come on, man! Stop it!”
“Leave him alone, will ya?”
“What are you two lifeless losers gonna do about it? It’s about time someone taught this little freak a lesson.” He smirked, raising his foreleg up.
“So, what’s been going on, sis?” Cricket asked Flutterwings as they trotted through the Hive side-by-side.
“A lot of things, really. One thing I’ve been dealing with, however, is that stupid stereotype.”
“What are you talking about? Which stereotype?”
“Okay, so... you guys want us to play this song right here?”
“Yeah! We chose it ourselves! Five of us are the background vocals, and I’m the lead singer!”
“Pleeeease guys?”
“Um...“ Blue Fang, Stinger, Mantis, and Dagger picked up their instruments, preparing to play. “Okay, if you insist. Hit it, boys.”
“Now how does this rock axe thingy work again?”
“It’s pickaxe, Cricket.”
“Er... right. Which is more fit for beginners, though? Mouth hold or hoof hold?”
“Hoof hold I guess. Wouldn’t want a mouthful of splinters or anything.”
The Change Gang looked up to the room that their friends were still residing in.
“Can’t believe it... we have to spend Hearth’s Warming Eve without the Fangs...”
“We probably have to wait until next year for them to spend it with us.”
“All because of those dang freezing trenches.”
They all sighed heavily. Then...
Venom gasped. “Guys, I have an idea. Follow me!”
I’m trying something new. You’ll see what I mean. I’ll rewrite the song soon. Also, sorry if it’s a bit sloppy.
Anyway, onto the song.
Original Song: Fields of Verdun - Sabaton
After attending Bad Horse's excellent talk on The Structure of Fimfiction at Trot Con last Friday evening, one of the questions was "why not do the same analysis but for Derpibooru?"
Let's start with
Or, put another way, a comparison of the relevant site features between Fimfiction & Derpi and would affect the social structure of the two sites.
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