Chapter 1: No Infinity For The Restless
Discord stared into the abyss. It stared back. Eventually, Discord blinked.
“Haha, told you I’d win,” the abyss said. “Why did you even bother trying to beat me at a blinking contest?”
Discord blinked several more times, then rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Okay, okay, fine, Uncle Phil. It was a bad idea.”
The voice of the abyss reverberated through the void beyond space, coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once. "I see someone is still a sore loser."
Faceless, formless, and eternally still, somehow the dark nothingness which constituted Discord's uncle managed to smirk.
“You’re just a sore winner,” Discord replied, grumbling.
“I think the phrase you’re looking for is awesome winner.”
Discord muttered darkly under his breath, slouching further as he wrapped his arms around himself. There was nothing around Discord except his Uncle Phil’s presence. The only source of light was from his own natural colors, which remained untainted by the blackness that was the void.
“Sheesh, I was only messing with ya.”
“Not really in the mood to be messed with, Uncle Phil,” Discord said. He scowled, mismatched features consorting into a gloomy grimace.
“Hey… what’s the problem?” Uncle Phil asked. His expression, while lacking utterly in all forms or ways, seemed to convey worry. “You don’t normally come here to chit-chat.”
Discord was quiet for a few seconds. This was completely unbecoming of his nature, which made a point to saturate itself in noise, smells, sights, and even noisy smells beyond comprehension just to egg on anyone around him. But the only one in the abyss was the abyss itself, and Uncle Phil had no eyes, ears, nose, or even sense of touch to speak of.
“I’ve… I’ve been summoned,” Discord said, nervously tapping his fingers together. For once his mismatched eyes turned to the same-sized dimensions and focused on the tip of his muzzle. “By my… parents.”
“Ouch,” Uncle Phil said. “You think it’s serious?”
“When do they bother calling for me when it isn’t serious?”
If Uncle Phil had an eyebrow or could even raise it, he would’ve. “Damn, that bad, huh?”
Discord rubbed the back of his neck, sighing deeply. “Yeah. Yeah. It is. They haven’t called me for a hundred millennia or so. At least.”
“You have any clue why?”
Discord shrugged. “I’dunno, Uncle Phil, you know them better than me. I got nothing.”
Uncle Phil tsked under his non-existent breath. “I got less on them than you do, kiddo. Your mom and pop haven’t been the most… well, pleasant of people?”
Discord rolled his eyes. “Yeah, big surprise.”
“But hey, they do care about you. Don’t forget that.”
“It’s hard to remember,” Discord said, his nostrils flaring briefly.
Uncle Phil sighed. “Listen, they only want the best for you.”
“You mean the best for themselves.”
“Now, don’t be thinking like that.”
“Then how am I supposed to think?” Discord snapped. “They call me out of the blue after such a long time. They never busted me out of my stone prison. They didn’t even bother to write to me!”
“Well, you know how they are.”
Discord growled. “Exactly, Uncle Phil. I know exactly how they are.”
The abyss grew silent, the void’s emphasis on being, well, a void, quite apparent. Eventually, Uncle Phil coughed, the sound somehow making an echo even without any walls around. “So why’d you come to me?”
“Because… because you’re the only one who’s different.” Discord blinked, rubbing his arm. “The only one like me.”
“You mean I’m not like all the other grumbly shut-ins with sticks up their asses?”
Discord smiled weakly, a glint of his usual self in his eyes. “Well, I’m not too sure about the grumbly and stick up their ass part…”
Uncle Phil chuckled hollowly. “Okay, okay, I got it. What do you want me to tell you?"
“How do I stop myself from being like them?”
“You mean your parents?”
“I mean our entire race.” Discord waved his hand in the lack of air. “Everyone I know is so high and mighty and just distant, ya know? You’re the only one who seems even remotely…”
“Normal?” Uncle Phil said. “Well, at least in terms with those mortals you’re familiar with.”
Discord snorted. “It’s weird. In my own family I’m made out to be the wild card, yet with the ponies I’m considered even crazier. Is my destiny just to be an outcast to everyone I’m with?”
“Join the club,” Uncle Phil said. “We could buy some matching jackets, but you know how difficult it is to find clothing in my size.”
“I think I know someone who could manage it,” Discord said with a wry smile on his lips.
Uncle Phil’s voice turned somber. “Listen, I can understand how confused you are. You’re not even all grown up, and you haven’t taken on your full responsibilities yet. Everything goes too fast, and you just want it to slow down enough to enjoy it. Heck, in only a millennium so much has changed, and you’re afraid the end is coming close.”
“I really don’t want it to,” Discord murmured.
“Soon enough, it’ll happen. After that, it’s your call, kiddo.”
Discord balled his hands into fists and shook his head. “But I don’t want to make the call! I hate decisions! Why do I have to choose?”
“Eventually, you’ll have to,” Uncle Phil said. The abyss started swirling away, the inky blackness spiraling like water down a plughole. “And it looks like your parents are going to make you. Good luck, Discord.” And with those parting words, Uncle Phil was gone.
Discord really prefered the abyss over the presence of his parents.
His mother—to his right—bright and translucent as always. The star cluster which formed her body was almost unimaginably vast, and yet, incredibly compact by their standards, a blazing beacon of a million suns burning and swirling around each other with a combined gravity that was so dense that not one of them could ever possibly escape. It was best not to bring that part up, though; she hated it when people pointed out that her incessant dieting never seemed to reduce her mass.
To the left, his father, whose appearance contrasted with Discord to such a large degree that it was a wonder the two could ever manage to see eye-to-eye. In fact, it was hard to see his father at all, the only hint of his presence being the bent light surrounding him. Uncle Phil was nothing, but his father was even less than that, a hole in the fabric of space and time. He reflected no light, and there was no substance within to grasp or hold. Indeed, he was the least of anything there could possibly be. His gravity was so immense that not even light itself could escape it. However, unlike his mother, Discord's father took pride in his endless hunger and ever-increasing yet invisible mass.
Discord slowly looked from his left to his right. "Mother. Father."
“Son,” both his parents said at the same time.
“You’ve grown,” his father said.
“His proper form is taking shape,” his mother added.
“Though the colors aren’t particularly to my liking.”
“And my, oh my, you’re as thin as a beanstalk.”
“Probably to do with his appearance. He’s cutting back his eating to uphold that silly appearance of his.”
“Oh, please, don’t chide him on appearances. You barely have one to speak of.”
“Um, guys,” Discord interrupted, holding up a hand. His parents focused their collective attention on him. “Can we cut the judging part of this meetup and go to the real reason you called for me?”
“So impatient,” his father muttered.
“He obviously got it from you,” his mother said, her stars swirling momentarily to shift like they were staring right at him in an accusing manner.
“But, it’s time to get to the point, we suppose,” his parents said in tandem. “Your time is nearly up, our son. Your coming of age is nearly upon us.”
Discord frowned. “Yeah, I kinda guessed that already. So, did you finally decide to throw me a birthday party?”
“Don’t be silly,” his mother said. Her stars took on a brief twirl, like a twinkling disco ball in the cosmos.
His father grumbled icily. “Our last gift should have been sufficient enough when you were born.”
“Oh, yes, dropping off an infant on a molten ball drifting in space was definitely the kind of gift every kid loves to get.”
“Deploying one of our race to an undeveloped planet upon their birth is custom for us,” his father reminded him.
“Besides, you love that planet… seeing how you refuse to grow up because of it,” his mother said, attempting to twist a blade of guilt into Discord’s back.
Discord wasn’t having any of it. “Maybe since it’s the only thing I have, I’m kind of leery to chuck it away and put my big boy pants on.”
His father snorted, the hole torn into space appearing to divulge a half-smile. But it didn’t reach his eyes, possibly because he didn't have any. “Keeping sentimental value over it won’t keep you from growing up, Discord. Your mother knows this, I know this, and even you know this at heart. Eventually, you’ll have to move on, and then you’ll know what to do.”
“Yeah, you guys keep on mentioning that…” Discord muttered, turning his back to his folks. The grand expanse of the universe before his eyes suddenly became a much more comforting sight.
“And we will continue to do so until you see reason, Discord. You cannot remain trapped in your room while the rest of existence rolls on without you. Our kind cannot simply be still. We need to move about, spread out, and most of all, continue on,” his mother said. “This world is only holding you back, Discord. Be rid of it and take on your true form, just like the rest of us.”
“What if I don’t want my true form?” Discord asked over his shoulder. “What if I just want to be me?”
“By the stars and quasars, have these ponies really changed you so much?” his father asked.
Discord shrugged. “Maybe they have. Have none of your own worlds changed your opinions on things?”
“Of course not. They’re only mortal creatures, lives fleeting and wisdom mere seeds to the forests of our minds. Listening to them is like believing in the tales of ants,” his mother said.
“More like gnats,” his father added.
“Perhaps even amoeba…”
“Guys, focus!” Discord said, snapping his fingers. On instinct, an explosion of balloons shot out of his ears, then cotton candy clouds sprouted underneath his feet, and finally bubbles exited his nose only to pop and form streamers.
After a few seconds of tense silence, his parents broke out into laughter. His mother’s stars brightened and flared, and a few may have even gone supernova, while his father’s laughs caused ripples in space that toppled a nearby galaxy, thoroughly ruining the day of a few million advanced civilizations.
Eventually, his father was able to say in between chuckles, “Oh, Discord, sometimes I forget how childish you can really be. Parlor tricks? Really?”
“Oh, don’t be too hard on him, dear,” his mother said, still giggling under her breath. “He’s just trying to hold onto his childhood, even after all these eons. It’d be cute if it hadn’t gotten quite so…”
“Pathetic?” Discord guessed. “You guys think I’m pathetic now?”
“Well, sweetie, when you haven’t even gotten rid of your home planet to embrace your true form and purpose… what are we supposed to think?” his mother asked.
“Most of our kind at your age have already swallowed entire galaxies, and look at you. You were trapped for a thousand years in a stone prison that the inhabitants of your world made because you wanted to have fun. You’ve turned the entire world into your own personal playpen, and you refuse to come out,” his father said. “How much longer do we have to wait, Discord? Do you know how much of an embarrassment this is to us?”
“Oh, so on top of being pathetic, I’m an embarrassment?” Discord snarled, his golden eyes burning like embers. “Is that all you guys think of me? Huh? Just that never-mentioned son you don’t talk about to your friends?”
“Discord, the solution is simple,” his mother said, her tone perfectly pleasant. “Just destroy your world. Equestria, the ponies, everything is just superficial. You are infinite. You are entropy incarnate. The greatest chaos in the cosmos, wasted on such a tiny world that barely affects the fabric of space-time. Do you really want your potential squandered on these ponies?”
“Furthermore, what about your loyalties to your own race? Do you have no kinship with them. Are you just that selfish?” Discord winced at his father’s words. “Our job since the start of the universe was to spread chaos in its purest form. Entropy. When the universe finally ends, it will be because of us, and that is all our kind wants. How could it be possible that’s not what you want?”
“What about if I’m not like the rest of our family?” Discord asked, so quietly that it was almost lost in the vacuum of space.
“Your existence depends on chaos,” his father said, almost demanding in tone.
“It runs through your body and has molded your life since you were first born,” his mother added.
“To deny chaos is to deny life.”
“You cannot exist in this world without it.”
“You are not Discord without it.”
“You are not our son without it.”
“Then what am I?” Discord screamed, cutting his parents off. He stared down at his hands, one a lion’s paw and the other a gryphon’s talon. His entire body was nothing more than mismatched parts, stolen from a variety of animals to cover his true form underneath, a dark well which burned and twisted inside his body, yearning to take on its true form, a metamorphosis meant to sunder worlds and spread entropy across the cosmos. No matter how much he tried to cover it up, he knew who he was—what he was.
He just didn't want any part of it.
“You are Discord, and you must decide,” his parents said in unison.
“Decide what?”
“Decide what you are to become,” they said. “Our son, or something else.”
And with that, his parents disappeared. His summons was officially over. Now, out in the middle of space, the universe, existence, Discord was truly alone.
He sighed. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he returned to Equestria, the eternal blackness replaced with sunny fields and bright blue skies. He walked down a path, butterflies flying overhead with birds soon following, the sounds of nature enveloping him like a comforting blanket after the cold impersonalness of space.
Arriving at Fluttershy’s cottage, he knocked on the door, and it soon opened with the small yellow pegasus greeting him with a bright and cheery smile.
“Discord! I thought you wouldn’t arrive in time for tea,” Fluttershy said, gesturing him to come in.
“Sorry. I’ve just been… held up by some complications,” Discord replied. He made his way to the small table already set up with a tea set and plate piled high with biscuits and scones. Taking a seat, he poured some tea for himself, and lightly dipped his scone into the lukewarm liquid.
“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble,” Fluttershy said, joining him. She seated herself on the opposite side of the table, filling up her cup and adding some milk. She smiled at Discord.
“Oh, no, nothing like that,” Discord assured her.
The two remained silent, the only sounds the clink of cup against saucer and crunch of the scones. Warm sunlight poured through the windows, distant bird chirping reaching their ears.
Eventually, Discord coughed slightly into his paw. His eyes flittered back and forth, finally resting on Fluttershy. “Fluttershy… can I ask you something?”
Fluttershy set her cup down and nodded. “Of course.”
Licking his lips, Discord asked, “What am I?”
Fluttershy tilted her head, one of her ears flicking the air. “Sorry, but I’m not exactly sure what you mean.”
“When you think of me, what do you think?”
Fluttershy grinned, resting a hoof on Discord’s talon. “I think of Discord, my friend.”
Discord frowned.
Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “Did I say something wrong?”
After a few seconds, Discord shook his head, a small smile on his face. “No… no, I think you said just the right thing. I expected you to say it, but I’m glad you did all the same.”
“Well, that’s what friends are for,” Fluttershy said, the two sharing a grin.
Discord nodded, taking another sip of his tea. "I suppose that's true."
As he looked up from his tea, he caught Fluttershy's smile. His parents would likely think it was a disease, but Discord knew better; it was not infection, but affection. As the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin, he chuckled.
"I guess I just needed to hear it."
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10/10, would read again.
Aww, the ending got me, Bob! This was really nice and it makes you think about Discord's character and what's underneath all those mismatched arms and legs.
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Nutella.
This was rather sad but adorable. Obviously Discord won't embrace his destiny after all that...but what then?
4753074 HEY FLAME!!! CHECK OUT THIS FOOL OVER HERE!!!
>:( *rage mode activated*
An interesting viewpoint. Fave and upvote for you, Bob. But did I really expect any less?
Just went to the home page and this story is on the top of the popular stories list... that was fast...
Omg I almost started crying there, Rainbow-Bob.
Jeez.
Stop writing so awesome-ly!
A really interesting look into Discord's species, as well as his character. He's so small in comparison to his family, who swallow galaxies and have forms of impossible things, while he creates chocolate rain and cotton candy clouds. Ponies must look like ants to them, so what harm is it to them at the thought of destroying their world?
He's running from a future he doesn't want, now that he's gotten to know this world. But he's basically isolated wherever he goes, even his own people. Probably why he really does need a friend, like Fluttershy; someone who accepts him no matter what. Pretty deep stuff. I love it!
This was definitely how this story needed to start, though I feel like the last bit of it was a little bit weaker than it should have been, and could have been punchier. Still, it was amusing.
Unfortunately, as Bribri observed, this would be even funnier if the abyss blinked. Dunno if that would really work with what you're trying to go for here, though.
I think this could have been made stronger by making it more purple and ridiculous, something more like:
I think this is true of the other bits as well, such as him raising his eyebrow; I think going over the top with Uncle Phil's emotes might have worked a bit better, as he is clearly a completely ridiculous character, and noting his ridiculous over-the-top nature as being a formlesse void which is still, somehow, emoting might help.
This should be glean, not gleam. It also feels awkward; does anyone ever say something like this? Given his tone of voice, it seems more like he would say "So what do you want from me?" or "What do you want me to tell you?" or maybe "So what are you really trying to ask?"
I dunno if I like the dryly there; I want to say "hollowly" but that has the wrong meaning here (even though he, being a void, is most certainly hollow).
I may enjoy puns too much.
I think this would have been a good point for a wry observation if you're going to have Discord throw in a line here; Discord chuckled is pretty weak.
I think this is a bit repetitive, and could have been cut down a little bit; I think going into how impressive she is, and then ending the paragraph with a fat joke would have been much better payoff than trying to play the same joke twice in a row. Also, using the word "face" twice in the same sentence makes me itch.
Or something.
It might even be worth combining the two, really; having it start out with his mother, then go into his father, then him note how he didn't understand what they saw in each other, and then contemplate that sometimes he thought that it was because they were trapped in each other's gravity, but not to mention that to his mother and go in for the fat joke then.
This is an unnecssary aside.
This is an unnecessary tell.
This feels a bit stilted. Might be better to cut the dialogue tag, and go "Discord snarled, his golden eyes burning like embers." or something.
Dunno.
I feel like this could have been made stronger.
This is an unnecessary tell.
And for the ending...
This ending isn't quite as strong as it could have been. I think something more like:
I still don't like the last bit, though; it feels like he SHOULD say something, and maybe going for something which is a reference to how Fluttershy is who really matters (as opposed to his impossibly vast parents) might work better. Maybe "I guess I just needed to hear it from someone important" or "someone who matters".
Dunno exactly, but I feel like it could benefit from dismissal of the vast things which lurk in the beyond.
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You know, reading a story is like sex; it isn't a race to see who gets to the climax first.
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On 7/26/14, at 12:39 AM, Eldorado wrote:
> banned 24h
A strong piece of writing, but after seeing him PWned by that escapee from Magic: The Cardplaying in the season finale, I really can't believe in a Discord on such a cosmic level: like Celestia at the end of season two, he has most definitely been Worfed.
Let's just add an "Alternate Universe" tag to this one.
Fun story. Well done. Not sure how a star cluster makes sense as an incarnation of entropy though. Abyss and black hole makes sense, but star cluster hardly seems to fit that mold.
Still great story, interesting premise and you wring some great humor from cosmic objects with the traits of sentient beings.
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Where did you find the banned 24h thing?
Boob <3 best boob stroy 2dae
4753136 go on, keep writing...
Being a nascent cosmic horror can put a serious crimp in your social life.
An excellent meditation on the inevitability of age, the difficulties of family, and what is lost by growing up. Thank you for it, Bob.
4753721 It's a quote from Skype, from Eldorado saying that the first commenter has been banned for 24 hours for first commenting.
Trick from Wonko The Sane. Discord can pick up a matching pair of jackets, then wear both, the outer one he turns inside out. Since in the abyss, everything that isnt Discord is Abyss, thn the inside of the jacket on the outside becomes the outside of the Abyss.
Its been mathematically prooved that an infinitely long line, is a circle. This gets round the problem of integrting from minus to plus infinity, and depending what description you use, the loop isnt actually infinite in size either, but slightly smaller.
In a less than infinite universe, chaos becomes stochatic, which means if you write it out, you end u with a fixed tree of all possible states, each level of which is related by fibonnacci laws to the rest of the tree. Chaos creates the Golden Ratio. Perfect Order.
Discord's parents are pricks.
god damnit bob could you just for once write a shitty story.
i mean really this has gone too far.
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upvoted congrats man
Some folks (nigh incomprehensible cosmic abomination entities) just cannot see the beauty of the little things in life. Spike, how many mustaches would you give this lil piece of fiction?
More?
4753074 You got a lot of hate on you
Entropy** is most frequently used in relationship to the process of energy and matter in a closed system decaying into a state of unchanging uniformity. Absolute order. Chaos**, on the other hand, is usually used to indicate a decided lack of order.
If anything, Discord reverses entropy while the Elements of Harmony encourage it.
*Even though chaos is sometimes used to refer to the formless matter that some suppose predates existence.
**Both have so many definitions and applications that they're in the set of words that're rapidly losing actual meaning. Like irony. Fuck you, Morisette. Fuck you.
Deep shit there...
...so very deep...
...huh? Oh, sorry, just looking at that black hole dude over there
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Entropy doesn't necessarily involve a system which is unchanging or homogeneous; it really depends on the specifics of the system. Viewing it as ultimate order is... not really right. In fact, entropy leads to and is the cause of chaotic behavior in the long-term in ordered systems.
Chaos, in scientific terms, is actually not about the lack of order, but rather about an extremely high degree of sensitivity to starting conditions; from a scientific standpoint, randomness and chaos are extremely different things. "When the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future" is a pretty good description of the scientific meaning of chaos. A chaotic system is, ultimately, predictable (and therefore, is not random), but it may be difficult to predict.
Of course, chaos gets used for an enormous variety of concepts because it is a very old and very neat term.
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Entropy may cause the perceived chaotic behaviour of organized systems over the short term but, in the end, everything collapses into a static and uniform state*. So ultimately he'd be contributing to the existence of an unchanging ordered existence which seems counter to his nature.
And about chaos.. That was something I touched upon. Chaos gets used like a cheerleader on prom night. Everything from Chaos Theory to a videogame boss. Several video game bosses and they all fucking cheat.
*Maybe. Quantum mechanics, string theory, whatever the hell is down there is busy doing it's own thing and controlling the universe, so who the hell knows? Maybe theres an itsy bitsy 'Reboot' button that causes the universe to explode when pressed. My personal theory is that existence is self aware and using us as the butt of a really odd joke.
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It doesn't actually collapse into a static state; the universe would be in (fairly close to) thermodynamic equilibrium, but stuff would still be moving around. As has been noted by physicists, the whole "heat death of the universe" thing is actually kind of questionable, as it isn't really clear that the universe can really reach a state of true thermodynamic equilibrium as a whole; indeed, maximizing the entropy of the universe doesn't even have a good definition.
There are many homogeneous, low-entropy states of matter as well (for instance, the early universe was homogeneous and had extremely low entropy).
Also it is worth noting that their universe probably does not actually obey the laws of physics; if it does, then someone like Discord would actually be creating an enormous amount of entropy.
Does the abyss have a doctorate? 'Cause Uncle Phil sounds really deep.
4753290 :( wah
4753273 I hadn't even read the story yet. I've never done one of those comments before, and decided to do it. I'm still gonna read this damn story though..
4753142 Sough rud3 mann, so rudeg..
Is there a possibility for a sequel?
4753074 I am helping this guy win his limbo contest. How low can you go?
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I can't tell if you're speaking gibberish or actual math/physics/philosophy.
Science is weird like that.
4759056 I try not to do gbberish, but typos and grammatical errors, and being out of date makes a lot of problems.
In advanced theoretical mathematics, not only are there scalar tensors and spinors (back from the dead), but also things called fibre bundles, and I havent a clue what those are, unless its something to do with sets of quantized eigenvectors or something.
Fastest way to really annoy an advanced mathematician? Ask them if the Hilbert curve is continuous. Theres at least two conflicting camps and each have the maths to prove it.
That was certainly interesting, and if you allowed me to, I´ll do my little review.
I´ll start with the bad parts first, alright?
Your silence must be a "yes".
My only problem with this story is the Discord´s dialogue. He seemed a little our of character. It´s not his personality, not at all, but the words. He was too colloquial, different from his usually eloquent and sophisticated self. However the rest was great. You´ve thrown at out face a lot of headcanons which sincerely are simply great and imaginative. Bedsides, they are so vague that a more intense development would be really welcomed. However, that´s up to you. So, in concussion; great job!
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Is this one of those cases where, if you ask that in a room full of mathematicians, as long as at least ONE of them doesn't share the same view as the rest, it will invariably end in an argument, or even a fight?
Am I that ugly?
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My favourite one is personal, because its very likely an increadibly stupid question, having a simple answer.
Why are complex numbers treated as having seperate real and imaginary parts, treated seperately, as in a+b, instead of two seperate parts, treated together, like integer+decimal fraction?
As in, 3.2i4.5 to make it a single number, instead of 3.2+i4.5, as in two totally seperate numbers, like saying 3.2 is 3+ 0.2 ?
4756196 I find it amusing that no one has contemplated something very simple about Discord's relationship to entropy: his purpose may be to prevent their universe from approaching heat death by constantly injecting new potential energy into the system.
The true reason these cold-hearted gods act as they do is not mere arrogance. It's fear.
Fear that the mortals they despise shall one day rise beyond them!
And lo, Twilight Sparkle has begun to ascend! Soon, the old 'gods', so they call themselves, shall fall and all shall bow before the might of our Twilight Tyrant!
DEATH TO THE UNBELIEVERS!!
*Twilight Sparkle just pretends she doesn't know Alondro...*
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You know if knighty caught you, you would either be given a strike or suspended from the site immediately.
A charming story. Thank you for writing it
4763177 I was already banned. True fact!