Chapter 1: Horizon
Horizon
“Skyscrapers are literally being lifted off the ground…
Thousands are attempting to flee the City of London and… Jesus Christ! Something just struck the brid–
Large pink clouds… Yes I’ll say that again large pink clouds have been seen over the state of New Mexico…
Yes, Bob, I said it’s actually raining fire in Paris. Thousands are running indoors and the city is being prepped for evacuation…
We have just received word that Air Force One has been taken down…
British Prime Minister Cameron has been reported deceased on his trip home from Sweden…
It has been reported that the United Nations gathered last night and enacted a new plan code named: Project Icarus…
Sightings of a strange creature were reported over Seattle this morning…
U.S. Armed Forces have been deployed all over the nation in search of the monster, code named Archangel details at eleven…
We’ve received Intel, commander, that Fort Knox has been wiped out by Archangel.
Goddammit! Get Central online and inform him that we need Project Icarus finished by the end of this month.
But commander, we’re not even–
You heard me Private.
Yes, sir…
Locals are calling it judgment day…
Families across the globe are gathering in prayer…
Over one million people gather in Vatican City to hear Pope Francis…
Japanese hospitals are being flooded with strange, comatose victims…
So you’re saying that your brother attacked you?
Yes. Last night he was fine, but this morning he was extremely pale and nasty… I locked him in my room and fled. I dialed 999 but the line was busy. When I looked outside there were hundreds of people rioting…
Daddy…
The Police are calling them Sleepers…
Please, you’ve gotta help me.
Please calm down Ma’am. We’re sending a peace keeper to your ar–
NO! Get your hands off me!
Hello? Miss, are you there?
Time to wake up…
The United Nations has established large fallout shelters across the planet…
The Sleepers are overwhelming us sir! What do we do!
Hold the line Soldier! Whatever you do hold that line…
Archangel has been spotted over Jerusalem! I repeat, Archangel has been spotted...
Officials are calling the Star Ship, Horizon…
NATO agents have been scattered across the globe in search of selected individuals for the boarding process…
Daddy!
Sarah, no! You can’t take her away from me!
Sir, I’m sorry but there isn’t enough room.
What are you talking about? You can hold at least another hundred!
We do not have enough Cryo-chambers, Mister Conway…
Oi, Johnny…
All units focus fire on Archangel! I repeat, all units focus fire on–ARGH!
Vat!?
Yes, I know it’s hard to believe Dr. Hassel.
Vat do you sink blowing up zee planet’s surface vould achieve?!
Please, Doctor, there is no need to blow a fuse we have everything under control.
Vat do you mean you have eversing under control!?
In less than twenty four hours we’ll be launching our first ever star ship into space, carrying exactly three hundred human beings as a back up plan in case the Lazarus Project fails.
And vat, you vant me to tag along?
Yes, Doctor.
Vat if I say no?
I’m sorry Doctor, but you do not have a choice in this…
Oi, Johnny, wake up… I said wake up!”
:[-]:
Johnny Conway, a tall slender man with a short brown buzz cut, a military central command officer picked to organize and watch over any military operations that were taking place on the field, woke to the sound of a man hammering away on the outside glass that made up eighty percent of the machine he was in.
“Oi, John! Wake up, mate it’s time for our shift,” said Nelson Grimes, a smaller and younger man, with bright blonde wavy hair and a small chin beard, who was picked specifically for the mission because of his expertise with computers.
Johnny’s eyes slowly opened, the temperature in the pod rising slowly as his body reawakened. As his muscles thawed and the chillness began to evaporate, his stomach began to churn and groan. Johnny cringed at the awkward feeling as the pod hissed, which was then followed by a metallic thump, two mechanical arms on each side of the machine detached the glass door that kept him concealed and then slid upwards in a swift easy motion. Once the ice inside the now open pod made contact with the warm outside air, a large cloud of steam was instantly created, within seconds half of the room was filled entirely with steam.
Slowly, Johnny lifted his hand upwards and took hold of the handle above him. Despite the lack of strength, he used his sore arms to pull himself up into a sitting position. Once he got himself situated he saw Nelson watching him with a smug grin.“Sleep well?” he asked in his thick English accent.
John cleared his throat, the phlegm in his mouth was nearly freezing cold, and the taste was atrocious. His stomach lurched as he spat the nasty five year old glob onto the floor, he felt like he was going to vomit. “I feel like shit,” he muttered, his voice drawn out.
As Nelson eyed the nasty bits that were now on the metal floor, he shivered. “Yeah I felt the same way too when Caroline woke me,” He said as he took his eyes off the floor. “Well, come on now.” He leaned over and patted Johnny on the shoulder. Nelson jammed his right thumb towards the small metal railing that followed the three steps up to the door. “I left ya some trousers over there on the railing. I couldn’t find you a shirt, though that shouldn’t be a problem seeing that it’s just the two of us.” He snickered at the last bit.
John smirked and pushed himself off the bed. “Thanks. There should be one in the bedrooms though,” he said, but quickly yelped in surprise as his feet made contact with the nearly freezing floor. “Gah! Cold!” He shrieked, hopping from foot to foot.
Nelson laughed. “Again, mate, you’re not the only one.” He waved for John to follow as he began walking towards the metal door. “Let’s go, Caroline made us some meals before she and DeSilva went off to sleep.”
“Really now?” John yawned, his feet slowly growing use to the cold ground as he followed behind Nelson, his arms wrapped around his chilled chest . “What is she serving this time?”
“Oh, the same old delicacy as usual, hash.” He chuckled.
Johnny snorted and came to stop in front of the railing to retrieve his new pair of freshly washed jeans. In the middle of checking if the jeans would fit John asked, “So... don’t I get any shoes with these?”
Nelson, who was standing by the door, looked back at him his mouth making an O as he thought. “Oh, yes,” He snapped his fingers and pointed over to the right. “I forgot, they’re just to your right.”
Like Nelson said, to his right beside the small three step staircase, were pair of black size eleven Nikes. Not really military oriented, but they kept the troops and the lab coats comfortable. Don’t want your men wearing heavy boots and tank tops in the middle of space for over six thousand years. “You know,” John said, sliding his legs into the jeans, “This would’ve been easier if you would have just dropped them by the stasis chamber.”
Nelson chuckled and leaned over the railing, looking down at the commanding officer. “Yeah... that may be true.” He smirked. “But we can’t just have everything handed over to us, ya know?”
Johnny looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah... sure...” He fell silent for a moment and bent to down to retrieve his new shoes. “Say,” He began, “I don’t think I ever gotten your name.”
“My apologies, sir.” Nelson cleared his throat. “My name is Nelson Grimes.”
“Nice to meet you, Nelson,” John said, sliding on his last shoe. Placing his foot on the ground, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to break down his new footwear. “I am Central Command Officer John Conway.”
“I know that,” Nelson’s smirk grew into a smile.
John frowned and looked over at him. “How is that? I’ve never had any shifts with you yet... have I?” Johnny couldn’t recall, he had been on so many shifts thus far he could hardly even remember the first man he had ever worked with.
“No, we haven’t,” Nelson’s smile grew even wider.
“Then how do you know who I am?” Johnny crossed his arms once again across his bare freezing chest.
“Well, I looked into everyone's personal data files, Horizon’s firewall isn’t that hard to crack.” Nelson’s smile grew to the point that he was now flashing his nasty yellow teeth, the lad looked as if he hasn’t brushed in weeks.
Johnny’s jaw nearly struck the floor. “You do know that’s against protocol and that I can have you locked away for that?” He scolded.
Nelson snorted. “You won’t.”
Johnny’s teeth clenched. “You do know you’re speaking to a superior, right?”
Nelson flashed him a smug look. “Of course I do, I did say I read nearly everyone’s file. But you can’t lock me away, because if you do who will reprogram the ship if something fails? Not DeSilva, and don’t even bother with Hedrick. Honestly I can’t see why the U.N. even bothered bringing Hedrick along. The bloke can hardly hack into a high school's security network.”
Johnny sighed and rolled his eyes, the kid does have him there. “Just...” He flung his right hand to the side. “Don’t fuck anything up okay.”
“Even if I did, I’d fix it in a jiffy.” Nelson pushed himself off the railing and turned to the door, placing his hand on the scanner. The door groaned as it slid open. Taking a quick peek back he said: “What are you waiting for? The hash isn’t going to eat itself.”
:[-]:
“–And when the crazy bastard got on top of me,” Nelson said as he swallowed his mouthful of dried jerky, “he began wailing on me. Bam! Bam! Bam! Right into the side of my skull.” He tapped the side of his head while he took another strip jerky from off the plate in the center of the table. The two men sat in the middle of the overseer’s lounge, which was more or less a smaller cafeteria for the two selected individuals who had to watch over the sleeping passengers and maintain the ship while it slowly drifted through deep space. The lounge was a small room, about eight yards in width and ten in length. Just enough space to keep the two comfortable. In the far left corner from the door was a small kitchen with a counter, a fridge, and a sink; while the other side was occupied by a shelf with a handful of old movies and books that were beside a T.V. Across from that was a small couch, beyond which was the table both men were sitting at exchanging pleasantries.
“For a minute there,” Nelson said, taking a bite he spoke with his mouthful, which bothered Johnny, but he said nothing. “I thought I was going to die, and I was close, too. But before I blacked out, in came the Commander with his rifle, bam!–” Nelson slammed his palm on the table which sent the plate rattling, and Johnny reaching for his glass of water so it wouldn’t spill. “He rammed his rifle into its head, and the crazy bastard just slumped to the floor.”
Keeping the glass still, John looked at Nelson with an unconvinced look. “How come you weren’t infected?” Johnny asked leaning in, he grabbed himself a plate and scooped a small pile of hash onto it.
“Excuse me?” Nelson gulped down the last of his breakfast.
“Well, you said he was punching you. Upon first contact you should have caught the virus.” Johnny said. Scooping a spoonful of hash into his mouth, he chewed quietly.
“He was wearing gloves, and thank God for that! I nearly crapped myself because at that very second, that same thought crossed my mind,” Nelson said as he got up from his spot. His plate in his hand, he walked over to the sink and rinsed it off before placing it in the washer.
“So, did you listen to Caroline’s and DeSilva’s logs yet?” Johnny asked as he reached for his glass of water.
“Yeah, and not much really happened.” Nelson dried his hands on a dish towel and made his way over to the couch. “They fixed the small leak in the hydroponic farm, bad thing is half the crops died and they had to replant them. So you and I aren’t going to be having any fresh vegetables any time soon. I hope you like canned and hash.” He chuckled quietly. “Also, we should be receiving information from the drones back at Earth in a couple of...” Nelson glanced over at the digital clock mounted above the door, “Minutes... maybe ten. Besides those minor inconveniences, we have a few pipes that need tightening... and some computers that need monitoring... shit man, we don’t have that much to do.” Nelson waved his arms in the air, only to have them fall back down and smack his knees.
“This isn’t the first shift I’ve been on where I had nothing to do,” Johnny said as he swallowed the last bit of hash. Getting up, he did the same as Nelson, rinse off the plate and stick it in the washer; drying his hands on the dish towel, he tossed it onto the counter. “Well, might as well tighten those pipes. Don’t want any leaks sprouting up, we’ve already lost enough water as it is.”
:[-]:
“Oi, how much do you got left down there?” Nelson shouted over the loud rumbling of Horizon’s mighty engines and running water.
“Three more, how about you?” Johnny yelled back. He was on his knees right in front of a wall of pipes that occasionally fired a jet of steam through the small creases. He wiped the sweat off his brow; the intense heat felt as if it was killing him. The blue polo he had found in his room clung to his chest. Clamping the monkey wrench around the first of the three remaining bolts, he began to tighten it as if he was in some sort of competition, trying to get his work done as quickly as possible so he could get out of the belly of this beast.
“Only two more!” Nelson replied. Raising his arms he did his best to dry the sweat off his face. “Goddamn I wish them engineers would install air conditioning down here!”
Johnny chuckled. “Same here,” he agreed so quietly that Nelson didn’t hear him. Finishing the first of the three, bolts he moved onto the second.
“Say, sir... did you have any loved ones?” Nelson unexpectedly called over a loud hiss of steam.
Johnny eyes fell for a second, the question catching him completely off guard. A few moments passed of just sitting there staring at the floor. Finally, he sighed and got back to work. “Yes,” he called back, not really wanting to discuss this at the very moment. Not wanting to waste a conversation, he decided to humor the boy, “I have a daughter back in the vaults.”
“How old is she?” Nelson asked as he tightened his last bolt. He stepped back away from the wall of pipes and turned to face Johnny.
Johnny, who was just now finishing his last bolt. replied, “Ten years old... She turned ten only a few days before the collapse,” With one last twist, he released the wrench and let it hang there on the pipe. “Well... now I’d say she’s about... six thousand some years old.” He chuckled sadly.
Nelson approached him. “A shame you couldn’t bring her long, I’m sorry to hear that,” he said honestly.
Johnny stood up and cracked his back. “Even if they said she was healthy, I wouldn’t have been able to bring her any way.”
“Why is that?” Nelson asked, curious.
“She was al–”
Johnny was cut off by the loud booming echo of the ship’s A.I. “Lifeforms detected repeat, life forms detected on planetary surface. All overseers please report to the central control room. Repeat, life forms detected...” The A.I. continued to repeat the same message another three times before finally falling silent.
The two overseers sat there staring dumbly at the ceiling, as if they were waiting for a sign. “Wai... What?” Nelson mumbled slowly as the message sank into his head. His eyes widened, and he sprung into a full on sprint towards the elevator at the far end of the corridor.
Seconds later, Johnny was following shortly behind. “It has to be the data from Caroline's drones!” Nelson shouted back, as if Johnny didn’t already know this. “They must have picked up traces of some lifeforms years ago! Whoo!” Nelson cheered happily like a young kid who had just beaten his brother’s high score.
:[-]:
The large spherical central control room came to life as the doors slid open and the duo ran in. Both of them nearly stumbled over the loose wires that were strung across the floor, linking up the many machines to the center prototype hologlobe now materializing in front of them. “Computer,” Nelson shouted as he leapt over a chair that was left in the center of the room by its previous occupants, “Status report.”
A large monitor that hung from the ceiling behind the hologlobe flickered to life. Vast amounts of numbers and letters littered the screen like something out of the Matrix movie. At least, that’s what Johnny thought as he examined the screen. To him it didn’t make a lick of sense. Looking over at Nelson, he saw that the boy had the largest shit eating grin he’d ever seen. “What’s it saying?” he asked.
Nelson turned his head over to Johnny before snapping back towards the screen. “They’re life signatures! They’re bloody life signatures!” Nelson’s excitement bursted like a balloon.
Johnny glanced back at the screen, now overflowing with numbers and letters. “It’s like they’re all sprouting up simultaneously...” he said in wonderment, as he approached the machine.
“Now that you mention it, they are...” Nelson turned away from the screen and made his way towards the nearest computer. Pulling up a chair he sat down and began observing the data first hand. “The scan for life began thirty years prior and finished ten years after...” he mumbled to himself while reading over the information.
“So you’re saying over the span of four decades, life just... popped up?” Johnny looked over his shoulder.
“Judging by what this says... yeah...” He trailed off.
“Is that even possible?” Johnny walked over, and leaned over Nelson’s shoulder to observe the information himself. “Hassel and the Lab coats said that the Earth was destined to be a frozen wasteland for thousands of years... maybe even longer.”
“I-I don’t know,” Nelson shrugged. “I only work with computers and numbers, so I got nothing...”
“Could it be a bug?” Johnny asked.
“Why would there be a...” Nelson stopped, his eyes focusing on the monitor that stopped producing information. Leaning in, he got a closer look.
Johnny shifted his weight from foot to foot, confused as to why Nelson stopped so abruptly. “Is something wrong?”
“Yeah... b-but don’t worry, it’s fine.” He quickly added at the end. “For some reason, drone forty six stopped transmitting information... along with forty seven, and eight.” He said as he worked. Johnny didn’t speak, but instead he continued to let Nelson workout the situation. “Oh shit...” He cursed under his breath.
“What happened?” John asked, hiding his nervousness deep inside.
“Forty seven and forty six must’ve collided and gotten pulled into the planet’s atmosphere...” Nelson said, and, as if on cue, two messages appeared on the monitor. “Right here,” he said tapping the screen. “At exactly October 12th, 8002 at oh eight hundred, drones forty seven and forty six signaled their distress calls only hours apart from each other.”
“Are you still able to access their data banks now?” Johnny asked.
Nelson looked back at him dumbly. “Well, not now, they're both probably eroded away.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “Well, the information that the drone transmitted, are you able to receive anything else from it after it crash landed.”
“I doubt it... at the velocity they were going at, I doubt on collision let alone the impact on the planet’s surface, they’d be blown to dust...” Nelson said.
“Those drones are made of the strongest alloys on Earth, they could survive a nuclear shock wave and only make it out with a few scratches. I doubt one collision and a crash landing would even dent these suckers.” He said gazing at the screen. “See if you can get any visuals from the ground with the camera.”
Nelson looked at Johnny and shrugged. “I’ll see what I can do.” Leaning forward in his seat, he began to type, and in the matter of a few short seconds, a flickering window appeared on the screen. Static, along with the occasional sound of a crackling fire, poured through the speakers. The image on the monitor flickered on and off, distorting the picture it tried to present, but the sound came through cleanly, despite the static
“Wha–everypo–ack–” Words. The two men were hearing actual words coming through the speakers!
“My God...” Johnny whispered, his eyes wide in shock. People... other living, breathing people, human beings that were on Earth. “We actually made it.”
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Well, lookin' forward to the rewrite.
Yuss. Gonna be honest, I didn't really like the previous story, so the fact that you don't either makes me feel a lot better. I really like this chapter and am glad you have decided a rewrite.
oh good its back!
4179805 Nope, thank the wonderful people that I helped somewhat to make this story tasty. I only added tiny grammars and techie thingies. I am also not at liberty to say anything else, seeing as I might spoil things, and nobody likes spoilers and spoilerers. Or spoilererers, for that matter.
Also, to the author, you might want to call me Terminal343, as I've met another 'Terminal' on the site. Just saying.
Also also, I like beards. I can't seem to grow one though... I'm thinking about transplanting the chest hairs that grow back in a matter of weeks to my face, and see if that helps... I'm a strange Russian/Amurikan, even by Russian standards. And in the Motherland, normalcy is the strange thing, so that's saying something.
The real question, is how long between chapters?
4179955 Hopefully not that long, my other major story, The Butler, is about sixty percent done. And the others are only minor, depending on how fast the proof readers work and my motivation (if you haven't seen my short bio on the right of the screen I state I'm slow.) possibly a week maybe two between chapters.
4179849 Well that's what happens when you got too cocky and think that your readers will like anything you slap onto a story. (Also the fact I only had one editor now I have five) I'm glad you liked it and, now I can only hope that these new remade characters aren't blank slates.
4179826 I hope you do.
4179911 ... Okay I'll call you by your full username but.... O_O... Jesus man what the fu–
Congrats again, this rewrite is shaping up to be one heck of a story.
Also don't worry about the old version. As they say: "What happens in the Kremlin stays in the Kremlin," or something like that.
4180016 See? I told you! Maybe Bosleys or whatever that hair-thingie is would transplant my chesties on my face. Better than having a bush on the top of your head, that's for sure.
Also, war has a way of fucking you up. I can get along so well with some people, but only the ones as effed as me.
I really like that Cubism-style intro. This looks like it'll be better than the previous one.
i do hope you make the first conract better with the sun and moon because im going to be honest i dont think that they would side with discord that easily that fad wirhout actullt hearing the orherside of the story so please mr author bring me on a journt of the rise of man
4180371 I get what you're saying and I intend to have the 1st contact "hopefully" go better than the last. But don't expect me to go deep into the political aspects, seeing that I know shit about politics or at most how to approach it. So hopefully my prereaders can help me with that. Other than that I'm thinking of approaching first contact differently then before.
4180298 Who?
Nice change, sounds interesting. ^^
4180399
Discord better show up with a Chaos Zweihander and a Father's Mask. The Legend never dies, of course, and what better way to prove that to these pesky Havel's than to enter with style?
Joking aside, I kinda like this turn of events. I'll be interested to see where you go with this story now...
4180399
i suppose the big thing with ne was the jarring point with the offical meeting was but i digress now a sugestion of the first offical contact would be the humans telling the sun and moon(or just the sun depending when you put this story) what happened then discord enters hin his usual way also if you have nee for another prereader/proof reader id be happy to volenteir
4180493 Now I do apologize for asking this but... are you typing on a phone?
Please don't take this offensively I completely understand what you're telling me. I just had to reread it four times–sorry–and again I must apologize but I already have five other people helping me. I know the more the better, but if I keep getting all this help one chapter is going to take nearly a month.
Already as it is a single chapter takes about three weeks. So I do apologize and thank you for your consideration.
4180442
Giant Dads always win...
And I do hope you enjoy what I have in store.
4180579
He got back up and PWNed them.
I will.
4180579 you are half correct i am on a moble device just not on a phone im on one of the kindles and none taken but the most important in writing a story is to hve fun with it let the cretivity flow from your brain to your fingers.... im eather that creepy guy from down the street or a Chinese poet sorry
Looking good. I think you're on track to a better story. A couple nitpicks:
“Yeah I felt the same way to when Caroline woke me,”
"to" should be "too", or you could simply delete it entirely.
“Well... now I’d say she’s about... six thousand some years old.”
“At exactly October 12th, 5989 at oh eight hundred,
Did they restart their year counting at liftoff?? Otherwise, you should subtract the yeaar the disaster happened from "six thousand", so "almost four thousand", "three and a half thousand", whatever the case may be.
Oh, this last one isn't an error, but:
“Well, you said he was punching you. Upon first contact you should have caught the virus.”
Skin-to-skin contact, when the skin isn't broken (cut, scrape, etc.) seems like a really crazy way to spread the "infection". I mean, it's Discord, so it's okay to throw out the rules, but IMO you should have a little bit at some future point talking about how anyone AVOIDED getting infected when it was that easy!
4180824 Thanks for the corrections, now the skin to skin contact.
But no really there is a way to protect yourself from getting turned and literally it's cover every ounce of skin clothing. Or kill the bastard before getting touched.
Bullshit. . . on board a vessel like that the crew would have to wear jumpsuits or military uniforms.
Weren't there more chapters than this at one point?
4180402
Cubism, a literary movement?
4180402
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cubism
I really wish Discord is not the one who fucked up earth.
4181098
Well for traveling on a ship for six thousand years, you're going to want to keep your crew comfortable. The story itself not even three to four lines later even states that it's not military oriented.
Besides that nitpick I hope you liked it.
4181622
Why yes there was... but after rereading them I didn't like them. And when I don't like something I try and fix it. Well the only way to fix this problem was to completely restart the story. But approach the plot from a different direction.
4181658
hmmm interesting, thanks for the info.
4182064
4182159
I do like it, this is why it hasn't fallen off my favorite list, but in my opinion to save room you would have your crew wear a jumpsuit of some type.
4182431 It's just something minor, and I do plan on having some type of formal attire for them to wear while working. But when off duty I plan on having them just wear casual clothing.
4182435
Alright.
4182064
who else could it be? pink clouds, and fire rain
besides the beta draft even had humans calling Discord "Archangel"
4183940
How the flying fuck did you get a hold of that?! I deleted that chapter along with the word document!
Rewrite is much improved so far, though grammar mistakes seem to still find their way past your editors, though to be fair they are quite minor.
4184268 I call hax
A rewrite! That makes sense. At the first mention of Archangel I was scouring this site for the source material goin': "Where the hay did I see this before?!"
This joke is probably too overdone, but...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ-QLl5qjLg
No the humans did not make it
but look on the bright side we became candy colored magic Ponies... somehow
Oh yes. Much, much improved. I think I will be turning my dislike upside down with immediate effect.
Sure the drone's structure may be made of super alloys. But what about the sensitive electronics that transmit the video, audio and other data.
Like how people can die of concussive force to the brain or internal organs while their skulls, and skeletons are still intact.
But the plot must go on!
You have no idea how many times I've imagined a situation like this!
So whats with the delay in data? Is it lightspeed lag? If that's the case, you'd think the drones would be autonomous, keeping each other in the air instead of sending distress signals.
4184268 Don't you just wish Microsoft came with "data recovery" that good?
Crossing my fingers and hoping I'm wrong, but it sounds like Discord's an omnicidal maniac. That would be quite unfortunate
6337604 Might be a different draconequus, or avatar of chaos for that matter.
I don't see why he would cause genocide and plagues, it's an aftermath he doesn't like to see or deal with, why else would he so much hold back with Twilight and Co. IF he was really this evil, it doesn't make sense that there even is a LR (Luna's return) age, it would have been all Discord's rule over again.
He is a joker (not the batman kind) and mischievous prankster more then a homicidal maniac.
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6337604
Or, after wiping everything out, a younger dragonequus may have learned his lesson. Wiping it out leaves nothing to play with, equals boredom, equals bad.
4182435 Joe is seems i may have to refollow you again, i lost interest in your writing style partially through your TLOMK story, but this looks like it could be really good! still only on the first chapter, but I have high hopes!
Huh, I'm liking the writing style. Very smooth and feels to me like the conversations would be ones I'd be comfortable participating in.
Another thing, how exactly, could something like that fall from orbit ? With all the sensitive electronics and jazz, the important shit would shatter on impact regardless of hull integrity
Perfect Fit :P
Ha, people!
They're in for a disappointment.