Perspective Shift:
Jason Morgan
You opened your eyes to see.... green.
Your vision was blurry as all hell, but you could tell it was green. Green like the grass.... grass in a long open field stretching out for miles, with nothing but the fresh air and wind in your face... So peaceful. You blink a few times to clear your vision, so hopefully you can that the sky above is...... there is no sky.
There's just green.
Suddenly, your eyes shoot open as you realize just where in the hell you are. You sit up as quickly as you can, but as you do, a sudden pain shoots through your right shoulder. Instinctively, you grab your shoulder with your left hand, only look at it and notice that your shoulder is covered in bandages, as is most of right arm. You can swear you felt yourself stop functioning for a second as you noticed that.
With that image burned into your eyes, you can't help but look down at the rest of yourself. You're in a hospital bed, and the rest of you is covered in a lot of bandages as well. There's bandages around your ribs, you can feel some on your back, and if you removed the blanket, you'd probably notice some on your legs as well. In fact, you know you are there cause you can feel them too. Your left arm however, didn't have any bandages on it, save for a few minor ones on your upper and forearm, but that was it.
The only thing that keeps you from passing back out into the bed is the searing pain that's running through your shoulder, you almost have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from screaming. Your eyes dart from your shoulder again, to the bed, to the rest of you, and then to your right, where you see the window.
Outside it's night. You can't really tell what time it is, and there isn't a clock in the room to tell you for sure, but you're guessing that it's late. Probably around three or four in the morning. Before your mind can drift any further onto that subject, the searing pain in your shoulder brings your mind out of it as you grab it again and look down towards the bed again as you close your eyes and groan loudly in pain. All kind's of questions run through your mind, namely, how the hell did you end up here? What happened?
The moment you mentally ask that question though, your eyes snap back open as the events of the previous day play all over again in your head. Going with Applejack's little sister and her friends to cut down a tree, the clown... pony... no, no that wasn't a pony. The clown thing, it nearly killed you. It would have killed you if not for the hind, the hind and.... your great grandfather. Your great grandfather saved your life, and you saved in turn when you spoke the words and knocked the clown thing back when it showed it's true form... You knocked it back... you spoke Latin... and you knocked it back...
Was that insane son of a b*tch on the boat right?
"You shouldn't move around so much," you heard a voice you didn't recognize at all say to you. You look directly ahead of you towards the door. Given the situation, you expect to see a doctor, but instead, what you see is so impossible that every cell that you have in your brain is fighting it's existence. You can't move, you can't even blink. Leaning against the wall to the right of where the door is, is another human.
Your eyes, your brain, and even your pancreas kept fighting to deny his presence right in front of you, but he was there, he wasn't going away, and he wasn't looking away from you. Still, he couldn't be there. There weren't any other humans in Equestria, they're all gone. Celestia told you herself. There aren't any humans except for you, and.... your... great grandfather.... and....
Slowly, you reach out your left hand towards him. You're about to say something when he holds up a hand to stop you.
"Don't talk, you've taken quite a beating," he said as he got up off the wall and started walking towards you. "Just lay back and relax. I'll make the pain go away." You want to say something, you want to respond, but you can't bring yourself to say anything, you don't even move. Suddenly, as if it was never even there, the pain in your arm suddenly goes away. For whatever reason, and you can't explain for the life of you why, you feel your body go limp as you fall back against your pillow. The other human walks right up to right as this happens.
You reach up for him with your left hand, but he just pushes it back down.
"Easy, easy," he says, with a smile. "You just went two and a half rounds with a ponified Pennywise the Clown. You're gonna need to take it easy for a bit. Not that many mortals outside of Gary Stu's can walk away from a fight like that." You're not sure why, you have no idea who this person is, but hearing his works makes you feel a little bit better. "Yeah, I have that effect." He says, wait, did he just read your thoughts? How, you want to ask but "In a way, I sort of am reading your thoughts. I put your thoughts onto the page." He suddenly says. You want to act on that, you want to say something and question him on how he's able to do that, but you can't, honest to god, think of anything to say. The only thing you can do now is just lay against your bed. You've honestly never felt more relaxed.
Still, who is this person? Why is he here? How-
"I know you want to ask me who I am," he says before you can finish with that thought. "Who I am isn't really important. Just know that I'm looking out for you." He says as he pulls back away from you and stands up straight. "As for why I'm here. Well, honestly, it's cause things are going to get a lot more difficult for you from here on out. Trust me, what you've gone through so far isn't going to amount to dust compared to what's coming." You know you should be worried about that, but for whatever reason, you aren't.
"You see," he says as he takes a step away from the bed and starts walking towards the front. "When I started this, it was honestly just in good fun. You know, write something, see what happens, maybe get a few laughs, and wouldn't you know it, things went pretty well. I never dreamed I'd get what I got for it." You really have no idea what he's talking about, but you can't help but listen. "Unfortunately," he says as he reaches the end of your bed and leans against it with his back facing you. "Something happened somewhere down the line. I let someone else in, I let him in cause I wanted his help, and I knew he'd be able to because he's just as good at what I do as I am, but because of him, this story has gone down a road I didn't think it would, and now the products of his imagination are out there planning to kill you in ways even I can't come up with. When we first started cooperating, we talked to each other all the time, we knew what each other was doing, but now he's acting on his own, and just recently, he's taken it upon himself to start helping his own creations directly. He's given then something they never should have been allowed to have. It was a rule. We never break the boundaries of the fourth wall, the space between us and what happens in here, while it is ours to mess with, there cannot be any direct interference, but now, he's broken that rule." He paused for a quick moment after that as he looks up towards the ceiling.
"What he doesn't realize however, is that I am not above breaking the rules myself if it comes to that," he says as he turns back around to face you. The expression on his face seems rather pleasant. "I am looking out for your well being, believe me I am, but I'm just afraid that what he's doing is going to make my job a lot more difficult than it already is. I still can't help you directly, I can't be a part of the story that I'm writing, but I will show up when I need to if something goes wrong. You are the main character of this story Jason, there are a lot of people out there who want you to succeed, and I know that you will." You can't help but stare back at him. You don't say anything. You really have no idea what he is talking about at all, but for whatever reason, hearing it, just made you feel a little bit better, like you're talking to god.
"Well, I guess that is pretty much what I am in the grand scheme of things," he says, as if finishing that thought for you. Yeah, this guy definitely can read your mind. "Well, I gotta get going," he says to you as he turns back around and starts walking towards the door. "When you wake up again, it'll be daytime and all your friends will be there, I hope you know what to do then, or at least, I hope the people reading this will know what to do then." Again, what is he going on about? "Oh, and you won't remember this conversation, so don't bother trying."
Right as he reaches the door however, he stops right as he opens it and looks back at you. The light from the hallway is shining in.
"Oh, by the way," he says, and then snaps his fingers.
Suddenly, something clicks in your head.
Character slot 1: Empty
Character slot 2: Empty
Character slot 3: Empty
Special Ability: Morgan Bloodline
"For your trouble," he says as he walks out the door and closes it behind him. You just keep your eyes on the door for several moments, you wonder who that guy was, but then you slowly feel those thoughts drifting away from you as your eyelids get heavy, and you fall back... to... sleep....
-Some Time Later-
You opened your eyes to see. Green.
Then suddenly a bunch of other colors started to come into view. A slightly different shade of green, white, orange, blue, yellow, another white, and... pink.
You can't see clearly at all, your vision is incredibly blurry. You feel like you've been out for two months.
Suddenly you hear something. It sounds far away, like at the other end of a tunnel. You can't make out what it's saying at all, but then suddenly it comes closer. It comes closer as you blink to clear up your vision a little.
"Is he gonna be okay? Is he gonna be okay? Is he gonna be okay?" you hear what you guess is the green one asking ad nauseam. She sounds worried as all hell.
"Look, look! He's coming to!" You hear someone else shout, it's so much clearer now, it sounds like.... like... Applejack.
That's when you close your eyes for a moment and open you again. You're in a hospital bed, and surrounding you are your friends Lyra, Bon Bon, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and even, to your spires, Spike, the dragon from Twilight's library. They all have incredibly worried looks on their faces.
"Jason..." Lyra says as she leans in a bit closer.
What do you do?
(Now would be a good time to pick new characters to channel. Remember, switching out characters for character channeling requires multiple votes for the same person in the form of multiple comments suggesting this person or upvotes for the comment that suggested this person to take effect.)
-Special-
Thank you all so much for bearing with me and giving me time to get over everything that was happening in my life. Things have been getting better. You have all been very patient, and now I think it's about time that your patience has been rewarded.
I have the best fans in the world. I know not a lot of people would have understood if someone had to take time off for inexplicable reasons, but you all did.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Words cannot describe what I am feeling right now. Thank you.
It's good to be back.
It's back. Let's go, team.
Jason:
Channel King Arthur so you can go get Excalibur
Channel Batman for his detective skills and combat based awesome
Channel Rincewind from the Discworld novels for his instincts of self preservation
Hunger has over taken you. You have passed out for who knows how long and that pit in your chest seems to be eating itself. Heck, even the disgusting hospital food looks appetizing.
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Grey Rebl, had only seen the image of Slendermane for a split second. The appearance of the blue screen of death on his screen was quick, but recognition was quicker. He remembered it all too well. He leaned back on his chair, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a distant, dark coldness. The weight and presence on his neck suddenly amplified one thousand fold. If anyone were there, his coat seem to turn into a darker shade.
GR: So he knew for quite a awhile now. *Sigh* I hope it's still enough, though. If he is making his move now, that means that Harmony in Equestria is about to lose its meaning with a bang. I better get my flank move'in.
And to his utter irony, it's happening too soon.
The Doctor. Because The Doctor.
Batman, because he's Sherlock with combat knowledge.
Lilith the Siren, because if you can use magic now, best to channel an expert that is fictional in-universe.
Anyways, now that you have magical Latin powers, salveō mē (I heal me.) Then say, in this manner:
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I *MAY* have put my reply on the sidestory chapter and forgot to read this one first. Ah well.
As for Jason:
You have woken up in pain after brushing within a nanometer of Death. Be the zombie you are and groan. For food. Meat. You need to eat. Flesh. Animal FLesh. Steak! BACON YOU NEED BACON! BACON STRIPS AND BACON STRIPS AND BACON STRIPS. Unintentionally channel Harley Morenstein (creator of Epic Meal Time).
And channel Monty Python's Black Knight to dull the pain.
and King Arthur because that's the next thing your injury-addled brain thought of.
Also, Razor? There's no one on the chat. I was there alone... Forever alone.
P.S. Pinkie, If you can read this, I want to test something. Say 'Hastur'
Jason:
Channel king arther, the God Empror of Mankind, and Spiderman.
You scream "SCREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAM" at the top of your lungs, you and a few dozen ninjas flip over a few obstacles, and hump-tackle a crate of oranges for science, creating a tiny race of human fruits which subsequently go extinct from a combination of aids, gamma radiation and a big ass piano.
Jason: Ask what happened and otherwise get caught up on events.
Xortu Uduta Omstu Lustu: Raise over all twenty ships, the following flags, in this order (Each number gets it's own rope.):
1. Equestria
2. The Crystal Empire
3. Glitterglen
4. Coupledye
a. Dawnpick
5. The Candy of Bottles
6.The Dimension of Soul
7. Towersoared
8. Oman Woge
9. Scotland
10. Sodor
11. U.S.A.
channel : king arthur
monty python's black knight
Tommy [ the white power ranger]
action : groan and ask in a tired state "does anyone have"-insert coughing fit- "water?"
*I step in front of a huge chamber, filled to the brim with Daleks, and I have a sadistic grin on my Multiform face* Change in plans, lads! WE! MOVE! NOW! Nyarlathotep's detonated an atomic weapon on Equis! He wants a fight, and he's going to f*cking get one!
Daleks: AFFIRMATIVE! ALL DALEKS, PREPARE TO ASSAULT NYARLATHOTEP AND ALL ASSOCIATED PARTIES! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!
First off... see if you can say hey back to them, then check for signs of damage.
Recommend channeling the Doctor, Chuck Norris, and
a bit of Spidermana *sqwack* ton of Harley Morenstein.Anyways, try to stand up.
Verify your situation, and whatever else is going on from everyone around you.
3399850 I concur with these choices and action, but wouldn't the correct translation be 'I heal myself' ?
Channel your inner Old Man Henderson, he's used to all this Lovecraftian stuff.
Meanwhile, somewhere else...
"Hey, thanks for upgrading my bass cannon for me."
"No problem, and thank you for giving me your old one."
"Anytime man." I take the MK-I bass cannon, and head on my way.
"Vinyl..."
"Yeah, Tavi?"
"Who was that just now/"
"Oh, just a friend of mine who helped me make my prototype bass cannon. He also did an upgrade for my MK-III."
"Your friend... is a monkey?"
"Well, technically he's an Infernape."
"I- Oh never mind!"
3400446Well, I couldn't remember the reflexive form for the pronoun, so strictly speaking, that's what I said.
3400094 If I may, I'd like to join in. Bronze Statue, expert mechanic and modifier of Cybermen ca. "Nightmare in Silver," (the fast, adaptive ones) reporting and offering his services in assistance, sir!
3401844 Well... uhm...
GUYS! DO WE LET THIS GUY ON-BOARD OR NOT?
After what that clown did to you, you really want a better weapon to go along with your awesome latin powers, Excalibur could come in handy later, Channel King Arthur or his ancestor the Gunslinger Roland Deschain which will help in fighting the Man in Black.
You need analytic as well as combat skills, Channel the Batman.
You are also hurt and wanting revenge, these monsters will know your fury, and what is greater than the fury of a Timelord? Channel the Doctor
With those channels in place, you tell your friends exactly what is up. You tell them about the clown, about the hind, about your Great Grandfather, and you tell them that if he is here, then something much worse than that clown is here as well. Don't let the nurses or doctors tell them you are delirious or hallucinating (Though Pinkie believes you immediately), show them a simple force push in Latin.
Tell them to send word to the Princess, Shit's about to get real
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I've forgotten to check the comment section every hour since the hiatus. Sorry if this is late. Anyways, Bronze Statue, you must give us a presentation of your character. General stuff. Personality, background, abilities, weaknesses, Ect. PM it to us, including Razor because he runs the show here, and we'll start reviewing. Your character would appear when Razor is ready to write your OC in, or when a certain point has been reached for it to be appropriate to present.
Sorry if this like an interview of sorts but the sidestory would become too lost to the viewers and would be unrelated rather than an important part of the main story if we are going to have too many characters to keep track of. Please understand.
Oh, and by the way: our approval would be announced in our favorite ice cream flavor.
3403903Gotcha! I sent you the PM Razor sent me about explaining my existence.
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Hmm.... I don't know. First off, we're in the middle of a crisis, and he has no backstory for even entering or knowing of our attack fleet in the story..... I'm going to vote no unless he can give some more deatails about it and impress me.
Plus I feel we are pushing the limit with the number we currently have, no offense to bronze.
EDIT: Oops... forgot to check GreyRebel's comment. Can you guys send me a copy of the backstory he sent you if he did so already, and if not, Bronze don't forget to send me one.
EDIT: EDIT: Also, I'm feeling like I'm forgetting something. Excuse me a tic...
Nevermind. I feel like an idiot, but I had thought the hours I spent working on a nice actiony scene with everyone became canon and then Razor changed it. I was wrong.
1 - channel these characters:
- Batman for his intellect and strategic fighting style
- Dante (from DmC) for his ability to use all kinds of weaponry
- Dovakin (from skyrim) Because that will enhance your ability to use the Morgan Bloodline ability.
2 - Ask how long you were out.
3 - where is twilight?
4 - has anyone heard from her?
5 - ask if you are well enough to leave.
6 - if not, ask how you are.
7 - if so, try to leave.
8 - tell them that things are not going to be well for a while. The reasoning for telling them that is you were attacked by a freaking clown pony that was part demon. Also tell them you have super powers now.
9 - say, "flores in manu" which means "flowers in hand" to demonstrate your ability.
10- be open about everything cause we have to prepare for the worst.
11- lastly, turn rarity's hair green as an experiment and for the fun of it.
12- apologize for what you did and fix rarity's hair.
Channel Batman. Because he's a genius detective, a genius fighter, and a genius genius.
I also recommend channeling The Doctor. Because, more than ever before, you are going to NEED someone who is used to dealing with the supernatural and all-powerful.
And lastly, I recommend channeling... Deadpool. NO, WAIT! COME BACK! HEAR ME OUT! Deadpool's a great fighter! He's agile, and flexible, and he's great with a blade! So, if you couple that with your awesome knife... I mean, sure, Deadpool might be a little... insane... but his... "unique" qualities make him excellent in a fight! You don't see Deadpool wimping out in a fight, no matter how outclassed he is. I mean, not that a manly man like you NEEDS courage... I mean, it was really manly when HayPennyWise attacked, and you... ran... Really, really manly stuff. But, y'know, maybe some confidence could help... just a little bit.
I say you should channel batman, because he is cool.
also you should channel someone who is good at weapons and stuff, cause you can now make anything with those Latin powers. Also guys, I think we should really use those powers to do epic moves, cartoon style.
Dovakin does seem like a good option if he can really make the Latin ability better. Ya, I'll vote for him.
I say he should channel naruto, that kid is all kinds of bad ass and I would love to see him do all sorts of ninja shit.
You should probably explain to the ponies what is going on, they could maybe help you.
I wont have anything else until the next part, not much to do as is.
hmmm..... who to channel, who to channel......
I dont like the doctor so I am going to say I vote for anything that isn't him.
Also batman..... and Deadpool.....
Poke one of the ponies on the nose while you talk about poison under your breath.
Batsy cause ... cause... aw fuck don't have a reason. Deadpool is a given. Regenative as fuck and crazy as hell (and even more random than Pinkie. And if she reads this: SPARE MY LIFE! I DON'T WANT TO BE A CUPCAKE!!!)
AHEM... as for the third one... (god i love myself some elipses) i think we need the joker.
Firstly, you must channel The Doctor. He speaks everything and his unearthly knowledge will help you to use and understand your new magical abilities.
Next must come either Batman or Sherlock Holmes. Their crime fighting skills are superhuman. I say either/or because...
Thirdly, channel the meme of Chuck Norris. The character was beaten by Bruce Lee, but the meme version is undefeatable by any standards.
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Damn I'm late with this but...
Bronze Statue: You aren't bad, but for a hacker, you take RA a little too seriously in your audition piece. Also the comment about needing cookie dough and mountain dew was unnecessary. It does pull down on the quality of your piece if you try to insert extraneous jokes into your story in the wrong places. Other than that though, I am willing to give you the chance and do therefore declare: CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE DOUGH!
As for the rest
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BRP checks his wrist computer as he is running down the corridor towards his quarters. The HAI still hasn't appeared and now he's worried.
Don't worry.
BRP stops and looks around. He just heard the HAI's voice, but where-
I had to escape the computers before the virus got me. I used the static on your screen to transfer myself into your head. Nana should be okay, but I wasn't a natural fixture in the computer systems. I was an easy target.
BRP starts running to his quarters again, thinking to the HAI inside his head.
Firstly, how are you able to work inside my head without me knowing? Secondly, how does this even work?
The brain is just another form of computer. I used your optical receivers to load the information into your brain. You only use about 5% of it anyway. Now I can see why. There is a metric FUCKLOAD of processing space in here and I am only using about 10% myself.
BRP arrives at his quarters and opens his locker, grabbing his bow, quiver and knives. He turns and starts running towards the room where the daleks are having their meeting.
We need to get down to the planet. If there is one bomb down there, there could be more. Were all of the ships hit with the virus from that thing or just us.
When I was in the system, all of the ships went offline at once. Dalek internal communications, your wrist computer and the Enterprise's handheld comms should work though.
Okay, so how do we get you into my wrist computer again?
Relax your left hand
BRP relaxed his left hand and then felt intense pain as it started to play itself over the screen of his wrist computer at superhuman speed. The voice in his head hummed to itself as it programmed the wrist computer.
Ah, we have a problem.
And that would be?
Well, I am in your wrist computer, but I can't leave your head. There is no way for me to get out.
HAI(in wrist computer): OH SHIT!
And he just realized the same thing.
BRP facepalms with his left hand, then yells in pain.
Oh, almost forgot. The speed at which I was typing broke a couple of your fingers.
BRP turns and heads for the medical bay.
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I declare Strawberry.
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Chocolate. With gummy bear toppings.
Channel: Twilight Sparkle! (Only fictional characters you say?... Awww)
Instead, channel Gandalf [Or classical fantasy mage]! You've got latin magical powers, you may as well be a wizard. Learn more latin, and become awesome!
Next, channel Kane (Command & Conquer). Allow for deep plotting and seeming inability to die... And rage when there is failure
Finally, channel Sherlock Holmes. Such deep plotting... You must deduce the answers!
Gandalf, The Doctor, and Sherlock Holmes are my votes on who to channel. Gandalf has perfect instinctual understanding of magic, which you now have, Jason me boy. The Doctor can figure out anything through chaotic thought functions and unreal instincts, as well as worm his way out of any battle unharmed, well, nine times out of ten. Sherlock has the ability to work out anything through ordered thoughts, on top of an uncanny eye for details. Ergo, if order does not work, chaos might, and vice-versa.
Wait, new character suggestions, Jason!
Character slot 1: King Arthur
Character Slot 2: Old Man Henderson, and become convinced that Pennywise stole your lawn gnomes. (We want to break the villain author's game, who better against Nyarlothepe than the only character ever to WIN a Call of Cthulu game?)
Character Slot 3: /mlp-Anon. (Your resistance towards engaging in a possible romantic/sexual relationship with one or more of the ponies dereases dramatically as you realize that they are not animals but aliens.)
Meanwhile at Old Man Henderson's House
*knock* *knock*
OMH: *answers door* DID YOU STEAL MY LAWN GNOMES!?
Pony withdraws a tranquilizer gun and fires seven shots into the old man
*dials cell phone*
Roseluck: The deed is done. The Old Man's out like a light. What should I do next?
Daedaltheus XIV: Burn the body.
Roseluck: WHAT?!
DXIV: He's dead, right?
Roseluck: These are tranquilizers, aren't they?
DXIV: Yes, made from a highly toxic venom that kills the host upon impact, and you just filled him with seven, right.
Roseluck: Yes.
DXIV: Whelp, he's super dead now, which reminds me, now that he's dead, read the encant so that his soul shall speak no more.
Roseluck: Understood. Non ut vivat anima adolebit (Burn the soul so that it shall live no more). Done.
DXIV: Good now dispose of the the body.
FIVE MINUTES LATER...
Roseluck: *pours gasoline around OMH's house and front yard, leaving the cans where they fall after they are empty* *walks over to the front door and strikes a match* I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE AND I BRING YOU! *throws match* FIRE!
THE NEXT DAY...
News Anchor: A freak multi-house fire broke out on fifth street today, of which fire marshals are declaring to have started at old man Henderson's house. The culprit is remains at large and is believed to be dangerous. Sources state they heard a voice singing the Arthur Brown song Fire before the fire spread to the neighboring homes.
Channel Wreck-It Ralph for an increase in clumsiness while maintaining an increase in strength, both in muscular ability and desire for goodwill.