The Wheel and the Butterfly
A Dan X Pinkie Pie saga
Part 15 Pinkamena Vs. Dan*
Chapter 134 Pinkie Vs. Hospital Trip
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Sunset opened her eyes, her blurred vision slowly coming into focus as she noticed a number of people hovering around her. Her vision returning was quickly followed by the not-very-pleasant-at-all sensation of her head throbbing. Slowly she processed her surroundings, noting she was lying down with her head in Dan*’s lap as he, Helen, Dr. Pullum, and a man with chin-length, wavy brown hair wearing eye shadow hovered over her. The man with eye shadow she recognized as Magnifico the Magnificent.
Dan* was the first to speak. “That was quite the smack on the head. Are you alright?”
Sunset darted her eyes across the concerned-looking faces, each one seemingly looking for some sign that she was okay.
She gave them one. “… Am I in Hell?”
The group collectively rolled their eyes. Most of the members leaned up, putting a little more distance between themselves and the constantly foul-tempered Sunset Shimmer.
“Yep, she’s fine,” Helen said.
Despite her response, Dan* couldn’t help but smile a little bit as he shook his head. “You always know how to make an impression on people.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sunset said in a dismissive tone signifying she was no stranger to the line Dan* had spoken. She didn’t bother to move her head as she brought a hand up to it and rubbed it. “So how’d Magnifico get in here? We were pretty trapped last thing I remember.”
Magnifico smiled and gestured to himself, the jewelry on his wrist jingling slightly as he did. “Magnifico the Magnificent is a master of grand entrances! My magic knows no bounds!” he announced.
Sunset moved her head enough to scan the warehouse. She noted one of the freight doors had been opened ever so slightly. “I’m guessing knowing a little lock-picking doesn’t hurt either?”
Magnifico furrowed his brow and glared down at Sunset.
Dan* shook his head. “You’ll have to excuse Sunset, she doesn’t really do gratitude.”
Helen chimed in. “Or positive emotion for that matter.”
Sunset furrowed her brow and sneered up at Helen. “Sorry if I’m in a bad mood,” she said in a tone that was quite far from apologetic, “but you all left me to die back there!”
Helen smirked. “Hello Pot? This is the kettle. Have I news for you!”
“I… shut up!” Sunset snapped. “Just…” Sunset glanced over at Dan, who simply laid on the ground in a heap, a pool of drool forming around his open mouth. The only signs that he was still alive was the small and steady movement of his chest in and out and the obvious, obnoxiously loud snoring he was doing. “What happened to us?”
Magnifico was all too happy to answer. “Magnifico cast his most powerful sleep spell!”
Sunset thought about this briefly, remembering the bottle she saw and the smell that hit her before she blacked out. “Is that what they’re calling a thrown bottle of chloroform these days?” she asked.
Magnifico returned to scowling down at Sunset.
“You really have trouble expressing gratitude, don’t you?” Helen quipped.
Sunset sighed heavily. “Maybe I wouldn’t if everyone around here wasn’t such a goofball!” Sunset paused as she felt something wet and sticky trickle onto her nose. She crossed her eyes and noticed a small red stream. She quickly lifted a hand to her forehead. Her fingertips felt warm and sticky on contact and she brought them in front of her eye. “I’m… I’m bleeding? I thought I hit my head on the floor…?”
Dan* nodded. “You did. However, Dan threw the concrete just as you both began to pass out. It almost hit you, but ended up just scratching your forehead as it passed over you.”
Sunset paused then shivered slightly. Although she had spent the last several minutes in mortal peril, only now did it dawn on her just how close she had come to dying. She leaned up into a sitting position and woozily tried to balance herself as she continued to hold a palm against her throbbing head. She looked up at Magnifico. “Uh… thanks for showing up when you did, and possibly making it so I didn’t die.”
Magnifico looked down at Sunset with a blank expression. His lips slowly opened into a small smile and he lowered a hand. Sunset reached out and grasped the hand firmly. Magnifico helped Sunset to her feet.
“You know… I could use another lovely assistant,” Magnifico practically purred out.
“Pass,” Sunset said shaking her head slightly. “I don’t do second fiddle… plans of vengeance aside… Plus Trixie might flip her stuff if I accepted. I don’t need the temper tantrum that’s sure to follow.”
Magnifico shrugged. “Very well. Let me know if you change your mind.”
“Whatever,” Sunset said. She turned towards Dan* as he rose back up to his feet. “So what do we do now? I mean… we’re holding a man who apparently has super strength. That certainly wasn’t in the plan.”
Helen spoke up, “I say we just kill him.”
Sunset rolled her eyes. “Awwww, but he looks so peaceful snoring like a little demon.”
Dr. Pullum frowned. “Well that just sounds anticlimactic,” he said in a disappointed tone.
Dan* chimed in, “Not to mention counterproductive to luring all of Dan’s friends here so we can eliminate them all.”
Helen cocked an eyebrow. “We don’t need to tell them he’s dead.”
“True,” Dan* replied, “but as soon they figure out Dan’s not alive, they start figuring out a way to get revenge rather than a way to rescue him.”
Helen folded her arms across her chest. “How would they even find out?”
“At least one of Dan’s friends is incredibly resourceful both in terms of competence and access to resources. If she figures out all we have is Dan’s corpse, we all probably get to spend the rest of what may be short lives looking over our backs.”
Magnifico crinkled his brow slightly. “My front is too good-looking for me to spend my time looking at my back.”
Helen turned towards Magnifico. “So what? We just keep him around and hope he doesn’t get loose and start throwing some of the building at us again?!”
Sunset frowned. “She has a point, unless I dozed off during the ‘we run around and pray way don’t get hit by chunks of concrete’ part of the plan.”
Magnifico pursed his lips. “Dan is extraordinarily dangerous if he can tap into the powers of the fourth dimension to do all this,” he said as he motioned to the damaged warehouse that enclosed the group.
Dan* held his hands up defensively. “Look, this is really all very simple. We just need to keep him in a state where he doesn’t pose a threat! We have a licensed dentist here and plenty of chloroform! I’m sure we can keep him alive and harmless.” He turned towards Dr. Pullum. “Right, doctor?”
Dr. Pullum rubbed his chin and glanced up briefly. “Well, I should be able to keep him in a state of semi-consciousness… At least that way we can make things uncomfortable for him… though it’d be a far-cry from the excruciating state I was hoping for.”
“See!” Dan* said as he motioned towards Dr. Pullum with both his hands.
Sunset shook her head. “Whatever… you guys can lock him in shackles and fill him with whatever gas, liquid, or pill he needs so he doesn’t crush us with pieces of the floor. I’m going to grab some coffee and celebrate not being dead.” Sunset glanced at Helen. “Do you want one? My treat. I’m feeling generous on account of me still being alive.”
Helen glared at Sunset. “You wanted me to go up and fight Dan just so you could escape and now you want to sit down and have a cup of coffee with me?!”
“And you wanted to watch Dan kill me first,” Sunset retorted. “Look, do you want free coffee or not?”
Helen paused briefly and stared at Sunset with a blank expression on her face. She sighed. “Yeah, actually that sounds… that sounds really good right now…”
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“Well that took for frickin’ ever!” Pinkie cried as sliding glass doors parted, allowing her to walk out onto a sidewalk underneath a large, green overhang that extended from the hospital and across a two-lane street.
Chris, Elise, and Jean followed close behind.
Chris spoke up as the group walked across the street, “Actually, that was one of the shortest trips to the hospital I’ve ever been involved in.” He paused and added, “And it was nice to not have to go because I was injured for a change…”
Elise nodded and glanced at Pinkie. “Yeah, they saw you right away when you showed them that head injury.”
Chris glanced up as he rubbed his chin. “Though, I’m guessing slamming your insurance card on the counter and throwing a wad of money at the receptionist while telling her to ‘make it snappy’ didn’t hurt.”
Jean sighed. “You know I have medical equipment back home. I’m sure I could have safely removed that little chip of plastic from Pinkie’s cranium and given her some new abilities.”
Elise chuckled and smiled at Jean, the sunlight lighting up her face as the group walked out from under the overhang topped with the words ‘St. Larry’s Hospital’.
“That’s okay, Jean,” Elise said. “Pinkie’s scary enough right now without you giving her the ability to shoot lightning out of her fingertips.”
Jean shook his head. “Never figured out how to do that. Though I have figured out how to get dogs to fire electricity when they bark.”
“Really?” Elise said with interest.
The group approached a wide set of concrete stairs. The stairs led down a large hill, ending at another sidewalk which was next to a parking lot.
Pinkie stopped, frowned, and began patting down her personage. She dropped her head slightly as she scowled out into open space. “Uhg… I left my handbag in the examining room and it’s got my stabbing knife in it… You dorks go get the car or something and I’ll meet you downstairs.” Pinkie quickly pivoted and marched back into the hospital, shoving her way past healthy visitors and the sick or injured alike as she single-mindedly tramped on to retrieve her handbag.
Elise turned after Pinkie and frowned. “Well… I guess we better get going…” she uttered.
“You two go ahead,” Chris said. “I’m going to stay back here and make sure Pinkie doesn’t get arrested.”
Elise smiled and nodded. “Good idea.” She turned towards Jean. “Now maybe you can tell me a little bit more of these dogs that bark electricity?”
Jean smiled. “With pleasure,” he said as he and Elise began walking down the concrete steps.
Chris sighed as he watched Elise and Jean walk down the stairs and into the parking lot, both motioning out with their hands excitedly as they enjoyed the animated conversation. He slumped down, sitting on the stairs with his elbows resting on his legs and his chin resting on his hands at the hospital steps for a while. He simply watched Elise and Jean with a forlorn expression on his face until Pinkie walked back up, her pink handbag slung diagonally over her green shirt with its abstract floral pattern.
Pinkie looked Chris down at Chris. “What the hay are you doing just sitting around for?”
“Oh just… thinking…” Chris answered.
“Well that explains the burning smell,” Pinkie muttered.
“Heeeey!” Chris protested in a sad-sounding tone as he raised to his feet.
“What?!” Pinkie snapped, looking up at Chris stood up to his full height. “My boyfriend has been kidnapped by an obsessed maniac and rather than be upset or angry about it, you just look like a lost puppy!”
“I’m sure Dan will be fine,” Chris said, “I mean… he’s had to have dealt with worse, right?”
“That’s not even the point!” Pinkie cried in a shrill tone. “Dan’s in trouble and all anyone can talk about is if I’m wearing anything under my skirt, or if I should go to the hospital, or even what chemicals to use if you want a fireproof capybara that’s also always on fire!”
Chris hung his head. “I can’t believe those two sat and talked about mutations and DNA manipulation the entire time we were at the hospital!”
“I can’t believe how little I care!” Pinkie replied. “Oh wait, yes I do… I don’t care at all! Have you listened to a word I said?!”
Chris continued as if Pinkie had not just expressed complete disinterest and annoyance with him. “I can’t even remember the last time Elise looked so happy talking to anyone!”
“I don’t recall asking you about your boring personal problems,” Pinkie said as she scowled at Chris.
“Pinkie, be honest… Do you think Elise might be happier with someone who was… Oh, I don’t know… smarter than me?”
“I know I’d be happier with someone quieter!” Pinkie snapped.
Chris sighed. “Guess this isn’t a great time to be seeking relationship advice from you…”
“That was a hint for you to shut up, by the way.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “I got that, thanks.”
Pinkie narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think you did.”
Chris uttered yet another sigh, this one a tad more defeated than the last few before it.
The two turned their attention back down the stairs as a thin, bald man with a gruff expression in a wheelchair slowly rolled closer to the pair, pushing his wheelchair along the sidewalk heading towards the hospital. He wore a simple black t-shirt, and jeans, both far too baggy for him and a black beanie that covered his head. The skin on the back of the man’s neck and head was bright pink and had a slightly raw and exposed look to it as if it was still healing.
Pinkie suddenly froze in place as she saw the man. She started intently narrowing her eyes as the man drew closer and closer.
The man’s gruff expression turned downright ugly as he caught Pinkie’s dirty look. “Hey broad, what’s with the evil eye? Never seen a burn victim before?” the man said in a deep, gravelly voice.
Pinkie’s eye twitched and she gritted her teeth briefly. “Yeah, once,” she answered. “After the guy tried to mug me.”
The man paused and stared up at Pinkie, his eyes went wide and the color drained from his face as he took in the color of her hair and eyes. There was a silent but intense uncomfortable pause as the two stared at each other.
The man finally spoke up. “Uh… wow… tough break, lady…”
The corners of Pinkie’s lips suddenly went out and up into a giant grin. “Poor choice of words,” Pinkie said before closing her mouth into a smile once more, the corners of her lips as small and as pointed as ice picks.
Chris simply watched with a slightly confused expression.
The man gulped. “Wait… Let’s talk about this… We can make a deal…” he pleaded as Pinkie walked behind the wheelchair.
Chris’s eyes shot open wide. “Pinkie! What are you—”
“Stop, drop, and roll, pal,” Pinkie said darkly before she pushed the wheelchair down the stairs.
“No! Wait! AAAAAAHHHHH!”
Chris could only stare in shock as he watched both man and wheelchair tumble down the concrete steps. The metal chair clattered as the man yelped and cried in pain accompanied by the odd ‘thump’ and ‘crack’ as he hit each step. Soon the screaming stopped, shortly before the sounds of the man hitting the steps ceased.
Chris’s mouth hung agape as he attempted to process what he had just witnessed. He looked down the steps at the man who laid motionless on the sidewalk below.
Pinkie sighed heavily. “Do you know how many smoochees I’d be in for if Dan saw me do that!?”
Chris looked at Pinkie in disbelief. “You threw a handicapped man down the stairs because Dan would approve if he was here?!”
“Well, that and the fact that I hate that guy!”
“Huh?” Chris said. He looked back down the stairs. “Why?”
“That’s the guy who tried to mug me the day I showed up here!” Pinkie cried as she flung her hands to her sides.
“Oh…” Chris said. “I guess that makes your action a bit less morally concerning if perhaps no less illegal…”
A blue sedan suddenly pulled up to the bottom of the stairs, quickly followed by Elise and Jean throwing open the doors and stepping out of the car, concern clear on their faces.
“OH MY GOD!” Elise exclaimed as she looked the unmoving heap of a man at the bottom of the steps. “WHAT HAPPENED?!”
“I pushed him down the stairs,” Pinkie said simply as she walked down towards the car, Chris following her. “Are you done gawking? We have a busy day ahead of us!”
“WHY DID YOU PUSH THIS MAN DOWN THE STAIRS?!” Elise cried.
“Because he tried to mug me!” Pinkie said, scowling at Elise as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“From a wheelchair?!”
“What? No! Not just now, you dummy! When I first arrived in the city!” Pinkie pushed passed Jean and reclaimed the front passenger’s seat. Pinkie’s voice started to become increasingly shrill as she spoke, “Now if everyone is done not making revenge their number one priority, can we please get a buckin’ move on and stop wasting time on a crippled mugger!”
Mr. Mumbles gave an excited “Meow” as she jumped from the back seat and onto Pinkie’s lap. Pinkie buckled her seatbelt and began absentmindedly petting Mr. Mumbles.
“Oh,” Elise said as the concern on her face fell away, “that’s the guy who tried to rob when you first got here? That’s okay then.”
Chris turned towards Elise and frowned. “You’re seriously okay with Pinkie tossing a helpless man down a flight of steps?”
“Helpless, sure,” Elise said, “but that doesn’t mean the guy didn’t deserve it.”
“See!” Pinkie said as she leaned to her left slightly to get a better look at Elise and Chris. “Elise understands! Stop being a wet blanket and get in the car already!”
“Look,” Chris said, “I get that this guy is probably a bad guy, but—”
“But you want a shoe thrown at you again?” Pinkie suggested.
Chris slowly raised his hands in front of his face. “—maybe we shouldn’t just leave him on the sidewalk like this.” Chris closed his eyes and turned his head away from Pinkie, holding his hands up as shields in case a shoe was thrown his direction.
Pinkie paused to rub her chin as she thought about this. “Huh… I guess he might survive, I mean… we are pretty close to the hospital… I can always finish the job…” Pinkie reached to unbuckle her seatbelt.
Chris quickly sat in the driver’s seat and placed a hand on Pinkie’s seatbelt. “Hey! Maybe we should just go and concentrate on helping Dan.”
Pinkie removed her hands from her seatbelt. “Finally you said something not totally stupid!”
Chris gave another heavy sigh as Elise and Jean walked towards the back of the car and climbed in. Chris quickly started the car and pulled away from the steps, the wheelchair, and the man lying in a heap.
Pinkie jumped straight into the matter at hand. “Alright, we need a theme before we go out and start revengening,” she declared.
Chris frowned. “I don’t think that’s a word…”
‘Slap!’
“OW!” Chris exclaimed.
“Pinkie!” Elise exclaimed. “Don’t slap Chris! Especially while he’s driving!”
“He undermined my revengening planning!” Pinkie cried.
Chris sighed and but said nothing as he rubbed his cheek.
Pinkie continued, “Now which theme would everyone prefer? Tarantino or Kubrick?”
“Theme?” Jean asked in a confused tone.
“Well we can’t go out revengening all random!” Pinkie cried as she turned towards the backseat. “We’ve got to be professionals about this and coordinate our image and plan of attack!”
“We’re talking movies, right?” Chris asked.
“Well d’uuuuuuuuh!” Pinkie replied.
Elise pondered this. “So… what…? Like suits for Tarantino or white pants and shirts with black boots for Kubrick?”
“That’s the idea!” Pinkie confirmed.
Jean looked back and forth between Elise and Chris a few times. “How are you two even following this?”
Chris glanced into the backseat briefly. “When you spend enough time with her, you learn to speak ‘Pinkie’.”
Elise pursed her lips into a small frown. “If we go with Kubrick, do we also have to wear codpieces and suspenders?”
“Oh Elise, don’t be silly!” Pinkie said. “Of course!”
Elise and Chris shot each other a quick, concerned glance and simultaneously answered, “Tarantino.”
Mr. Mumbles gave another “Meow” as if in agreement.
“Great!” Pinkie said. “Chris, drive us to the nearest suit repository! I’ll call everyone and tell them Dan’s been kidnapped and to meet us there!”
Chris crinkled his brow slightly. “So before we go out looking for Dan, you want everyone to dress up in matching suits?”
“Hey!” Pinkie protested. “I don’t want Dan to think I’m sandbagging it in the revenge department just because he’s not around! He expects better of me!”
The other occupants of the car went quiet briefly.
Chris spoke up, “It’s sad how much that makes sense…”
I think you might have lost most of a sentence there.
This arc is so dark that I almost feel bad for laughing as much as I am. Almost.
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Fixed! Thanks!
I just deleted the "The". I honestly don't remember what I was going to write...
It would seem that the downward spiral has already begun. I just hope there is something left of Pinkie when it's all over.
This should either all be one sentence, or fix the verb tense issues in the second part (came, hovering).
Comma after 'surroundings'.
Run-on sentence.
^and
Missing period.
a groundthe grounddrool
cast
peril
Missing period. (Aside note: You should make Pinkie miss a period some arc soon. Pinkie vs. Pregnancy anyone?)
Comma after 'said'.
allThen slapped everyone with the dick she didn't have two paragraphs back.
^friends
wayweMissing period.
figured
Comma after 'hill'.
Missing period.
^last
talking
Did my little project inspire any of this?
Delete the comma after 'shirt' and add a comma after 'him'.
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^and
in case
Missing period.
butsaidSee this is why I keep staying awake, because you keep getting these out at 2 in the morning
I think everyone should get colour based code names.
& Pinkie should definitely be a colour other than pink for it.
Just a suggestion.
Dan* expects the Bakery Crew to show up, but I wonder if he knows about Jean?
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Is it sad that I think that should happen now, if only for the Equestria-shattering consequences?
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Or about that mirror to Equestria.
Now for the discussion on theme music too.
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I love the part where Pinkie has revenge on her former mugger and when she goes back to her previous personality to make plans to dress like Tarantino.
Pinkie needs to rescue Dan soon, otherwise she won't be able to come back to her true form
...Wow. Pinkie's gone dark. Welp, so much for Team LAPDANCE.
4926249 You were probably going to write The Letter J
Not to mention counter productive to luring all Dan’s here so we can eliminate them all
Jean shook his head. “Never figure out how to do that.
holding his hands up as shields incase a shoe was thrown his direction
1. Luring all Dan's... ohmygosh, there's multiple Dan's?! Suddenly the time when Pinkie was cloned didn't seem so bad anymore... Yeah, aside from that, I think you forgot to put 'Friends'. Or was it Compatriots? Accomplices? Meat Shields? Hmm... I need sleep.
2. Figured.
3. Forgot your spacing.
4926956 I think if that does happen Pinkie will be even more unstoppable than ever before. Sure Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman but adding a soon to be mother into the mix... Ooh boy, I just hope the child doesn't take after their parents
I vote for Space Jam music. That way, Pinkie can go full Loony Toons.
Is Dan gonna start developing immunity to chloroform and procaine? I hope he does, but keeps pretending to be helpless until Pinkie arrives for some romantic beatings.
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Got these! Thank you.
Probably not directly, though I did note some parallels as I wrote the Chris parts. The notion that Jean would be included in this arc did come to me a bit late, possibly only a week or less before I started the arc. The idea that Elise and Jean would share an interest in 'mad' science didn't really occur to me until a bit before the chapter it first happened in. So definitely also exploring one of the disconnects in Chris and Elise's relationship, though from the angle that Elise is way, way smarter than Chris.
I WANT TO READ THIS BUT I CAN'T!!! I STARTED RE-READING THE STORY AND I CAN'T READ THIS CHAPTER UNTIL I CATCH UP AGAIN
Dan*
Oh dear.
Is this going to end up as a second cupcakes?
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48 chapters to go. I'm kind of sad that I will eventually finish this and have no way to actively read it again for five months...
BUT when I get back, whooo boy. The backlog that will await me!
4927891 I can't even begin to discribe how much I enjoyed this chapter.
Pinkie re-encountering the mugger she first met, but with her post-Dan influence? Classic!
Write more! I need more!
When they go get revenge, they MUST PLAY THE RED VERSUS BLUE WARTHOG THEME! DO IT OR DIE!
Meh, I'd rather not.
SHUTTUP GRIF! THIS IS A MATTER OF PRIDE!
4930791 Oh yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!!!
I hope Pinkie realizes her corruption at some point and works to be like she was shortly after becoming Dan's girlfriend.
I'm not sure if my prediction was really on point, or if you borrowed from my ideas, in any case I was gratified that my guess as to the direction of the plot was accurate.
On another note, Pinkie is having a bad day. And she's spreading it around with a big shovel. Duck.and cover.
I shudder to think of what happens if Dan actually dies. Pinkie would convince Elise to help with the REVENGE, and probably get Ninja Dave out of retirement. And then I remembered that she probably knows how to get to a nuke(remember those squirrels?)...
And prey to all the gods that Pinkie doesn't die with Dan surviving. There would be nothing lest on the planet.
Actually, if you could work out a what if kind of thing with what happens if one of them dies(maybe a possible future thing?) it would be interesting (and terrifying) to see what would happen.
In any case, they should really be sure not to kill just one of the two of them. For many, many reasons.
And Sunset is actually being friendly. And getting hit on. And I think Dan* might have a bit more of thing for her than the other girls in L.A.P.D.A.N.C.E.. (How did he get that may women who aren't strippers to join a group called that anyway?)
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That which is done out of love is beyond good and evil. And she does have reason to believe that someone tried to kill her(at least half-heatedly to provoke her) and is holding her significant other hostage. She's pretty justified in not putting up with crap. The diversion to coordinate the theme of the incumbent rampage is just in keeping with their general revenge modus operendai insanity.
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There was a game called Skull Girls that was both super disturbing and had a character that could use cartoon physics in a fight. It was pretty bad. Cartoon attacks on people without the recovery abilities are insanely messy.
4933770 Never let hate drive you to reduce others to less than human beings who deserve a basic level of respect. Do on to others as... as they say. For if we let hate drive our actions, we only come closer to becoming what we hate.
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I try to stay away form emotional or moral absolutism. I prefer goal-oriented pragmatism.
It is likely a failing of character in both ethics and pride, but I am fully aware that there is nothing I won't stoop to if given cause. In the end I have to live with the knowledge that if I don't actively decide not to I could do horrible things, and I may not even, ever, care.
My sense of sympathy is conditional on your lack of active hostility, and without it I have no compunction of disposing of the threat by all available means. They reduce themselves to less than human when they try to cause harm. I don't have to hate you, and I probably won't. I just need to want the threat gone.
I probably only count as anything close to a good person insofar as I've never had strong enough reason to be a bad one.
The characters here are even less sympathetic to the plight of others than I am when they have no reason to be. Pinkie isn't the girl she was at the beginning. This isn't really good, but its not wholly wrong either.
4934177 You can hate your enemy, but torturous death and dancing on graves is immoral and deprives others of basic rights.
Yes, if you feel you have the right to property, you should not steal, because you surrender the right to own property.
However, if you feel someone has surrendered their right to live by harming another, and you take their life, there is something you must remember when you spill their blood. Others may see you as surrendering your right to life in the same moment.
Justice is well and fine, but there is a fine line between justice and cruelty.
I have heard the same "pragmatism" towards those who view all cops as "pigs" that deserve to be slaughtered. One cannot say that all cops are bad and not many deserve to be cut down like dogs or treated cruelly. Sympathy and basic respect is not something that you deem someone worthy of, it's something that any thinking person deserves.
As an individual, what gives you the right to decide what "punishment" is and is not "deserved?" I know this can be said right back against me, but there in lies my point.
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Play. The Anvil Chorus.
Let The Anvils SING.
Okay, so I've spent the better part of 3 days reading this fic...
It was 3 days well spent.
I think I busted my gut a dozen times or so while reading, I love this story so much.
And Jean needs to meet Twilight and the Science Trio will be born... May God protect Us!
4935979 Dude, I just found it on google. Search 'kingdom hearts ponyfied' and you should find it.
I'm just wondering what song you'll use for the big, climactic battle between LAPDANCE and The Revengeance Squad(my name for Pinkie and Dan's friends and acquaintances).
4936837 I'M STILL ALIVE!! BWAH HA HA HA!!!
I have to admit, I actually imagined the Dan Vs. cast looking more like this.
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That's a pretty cool look for everyone.
A theme?! That means they need an unnecessary team name!
How about... the Sneaky Infiltrating Covert Killing Operative Squad?
no no no, they usually don't kill... usually.
Justice Eventually Reaches Kidneys?
No, it doesn't work without Dan being there. But i'm on the right track.
Maybe... Dan's Emergency Rescue Patrol?
nah, too simple and unforced.
I got it! Rage Eventually Vanquishes Every Ne'er-do-well Glorifying Evil.
Perfect! I'm the best team name maker ever.
Time for Team R.E.V.E.N.G.E. to strike.
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Gotta love a fic where you read these comments and think "Who knows? That might happen."
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Ahhh. There have been to many humorous times between now and then. Wait what am I saying. There is no such thing as to many humorous times!
I caught up. I finally caught up. Now to read the backlog once I get back from my trip.
*Keeps wanting to press the "Like" button only to find it already pressed.*
Is this a new verb??
stared
? = 'you' (missing word)
When I first read this arc - before watching the show - between his description and behavior, I was picturing Magnifico as Mumbo from Teen Titans (blue skin and all).
Having seen the show and knowing what he actually looks like now...I think I preferred picturing him as Mumbo.
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Yeah. Mumbo would have been so much cooler than a Chris Angel reject.