You Need Ponies For a Conga
For hours and hours, Rainbow Dash crawled from one wooden log to the next, carefully tying the warped pieces of the raft together with whatever scant length of rope or twine that she could find. This proved to be a supremely difficult task, especially with how bulky and cumbersome the pegasus' hatchet was in her teethed grip. Nevertheless, she refused to stop. Staying still meant feeling hungry, and feeling hungry meant acknowledging her situation, and acknowledging her situation meant collapsing into despair.
Nevertheless, after a great deal of labor and strain, she had no choice but to rest. Rainbow Dash plopped down, legs limp and folded beneath her heaving body. She slid the hatchet back into her satchel, then lay her head on the sturdier half of the raft, gazing weakly out at the placid waters of the dead ocean. Her vision fogged, and she had to blink several times in order to maintain focus.
It felt as though someone was dragging a serrated blade across the middle of her gut. She held a hoof over her fuzzy tummy, wincing as the waves of pain rolled through her hard and harder. Her body was too weak to even manage a hungry growl. Her tongue swished around in her mouth, a dry piece of meat that suddenly felt very... very succulent.
Rainbow sniffled. She gazed woefully at the lengths of lumber still waiting to be fastened together. As weak as she was—if she didn't attempt to mend the damage the mast had done—there was no telling how quickly the vessel might fall apart and sink like a dead weight. However, the task was proving far too taxing with her hatchet, so Rainbow Dash considered an alternative.
Reaching into her saddlebag was a painful gesture in and of itself. With her lean-to mostly demolished, there was next to nothing to give the pony shade, and her body had been thoroughly baked by the hot sun. Nevertheless, she reached into Luna's satchel, fished around, and finally pulled out what she was looking for. However, when she had the Dagger of Evo in her grasp, she stopped moving altogether, instead choosing to stare at the intricate weapon.
Antler motifs swirled around the Val Roan royal crest. The sheathe glistened in the hot sun, completely unblemished despite its centuries of antiquity. Beads of sweat ran down Rainbow's hoof and rolled across the immaculate metal.
Rainbow bit her chapped lip. In a calm breath, she unsheathed the thing. Razor-sharp metal lit the air, glinting brighter than the exterior had just moments ago. Rainbow raised the thing to eye level. She turned the blade over, examining its pointed tip and supple “teeth.” Every tiny notch was perfectly engineered. There was no doubt the thing could cut through bone if it needed to.
The mare clenched her teeth. Seconds passed... minutes... and still she held the thing at face level. A bloodshot pair of ruby eyes reflected off the blade, framed by bruised, sunburnt flesh and fuzz. Her heart beat slowly, lazily, growing slower and calmer. Then—with a sour gulp in her throat—she tilted the blade down... closer to the nape of her neck.
In a scarlet flash, the dagger reflected the Element of Loyalty.
Rainbow's ears drooped. She blew out her nostrils and shut her eyes. Her body shook... shivered... and within seconds she heard the metal scrape from sheathing the dagger back safe, secure. It was then that she collapsed, quivering all over. It was the closest she could come to crying, now that her dehydrated body had been long robbed of tears.
There was a flash of lavender, streaking.
The mare opened her eyes with a gasp. She rolled over, gazing east. Her jaw dropped.
Yaerfaerda lingered—of course. It always loomed due east. Only... this time... there was something different. Something that hovered between Rainbow Dash and her elusive destination. The oceanfront of the Grand Choke—usually a bright and desolate splotch of water—was suddenly marred by a dark grayness that hovered perpetually between the sea and the sky. Rainbow Dash spotted thick clouds, swirling eddies, and a thick, dismal haze.
The longer Rainbow stared, the more she felt the waters around her rocking and undulating. The raft began rising and falling in gentle, persistent motions. A swiftly rising turbulence rose through the sea from all angles. A storm was on the horizon, wild and rampaging, and it was approaching rapidly.
“Hrmmmf... heh...” Rainbow blew out her burnt lips, forming the tiniest of smirks. She threw the Dagger of Evo into Luna's satchel with finality. “That's more like it...”
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Don't do that.
You will regret that.
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I really don't see how she could possibly survive this coming storm here. She has no shelter, no water (well she could get that from the storm I guess), no food and her raft is barely holding together. She is really kind of screwed now, well at least she seems happy about something different happening though.
No. No, no, no, stop. Don't do it Dash.
Think Dash, are you really living up to Loyalty by abandoning the entire world and taking the 'easy way' out.
Rainbow Dash, don't you ever scare us like that again, you hear me?!
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You could probably get good use out of that image every chapter until the end of the book.
Time to shake the ground, baby.
The desperation must really be creeping into Dash's mind if she thinks that's going to work...
Anyway, the set up for the next chapters remind me of the scene in Life of Pi where Pi and Richard Parker sail into a storm.
Let's see how things unfold.
I had a feeling that she was going to try something like this. . .
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Yeah, not even the dead may know peace from this ride.
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And doing work requires energy. This energy comes from stored potential chemical energy, which is accessed by metabolization of carbohydrates, then lipids, then proteins if necessary. So the more you work you do Dash, the faster you will consume your own body and die. In summary, you're boned either way.
"Today's a terrible day to die. Can we push dying to a week from Friday?"
This ocean is strange. I doubt this storm will be anything she's experienced before, either.
Waves dying out so quickly, not spreading out? Strange.
Water not wetting her and her stuff, rolling off almost like oil? Strange.
Being that difficult to swim just a short distance? Strange.
The surface that still, and the air that calm? Strange. And into this, a sudden storm? Very strange.
Something is going to happen next chapter. Something something.
Heh, Dashie is about to power up her "Fuck it" engine. I like it.
Ten burpees, ):(. Knock 'em out!
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I think the reason why RD is happy for the storm is because its normal. The past few days has been anything but normal, with warped water physics, and a 90% dampening of Equal and Opposite reactions. This may be a storm, but at least its weather that exists in the real world, not the weirdo flat blob. Heck, the reason why fish don't swim there is probably because even they quickly realize that when all your swimming makes you move only 5 inches, its probably not a good idea.
Plus, it gives hope that magic may return to normal, and she will be able to be our adorable little goddess of wind and speed again.
5765895 You just had to ask…
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Now look what you did. You summoned a storm.
Why did you feel the need to say that?
this is the longest fanfic I have ever seen!
If it wasnt for teh raft still loating, Id have thought a type of oil, for most of the effects, but filled with microscopic airbubbles, fluidised, for others. Given most oils we know of are highly explosive, it would have to be silicone or flourocarbon oil, or just severe magical chaotic screwup.
Lets see just what this storm is going to do. Dash better wear Lunas satchel if she wants to keep hold of it. Poor Scootaloo has a very good chance of going to that big KFC in the sky.
Well there's fresh water at least. Now if only it rained some fish down.
Maybe this is Verlax's doing? Remember how she "rescued" the 6 island tribes? This is similar to her calling card.
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There's five more that come before it, and there'll be six more coming after it.
...
...She wasn't...
...She seriously wasn't about to...was she?
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Honey, you've got a big storm comin'.
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Unfortunately, that seems to be the case.
To be fair, some actual air movement, shade, and some fresh water are marked improvements.
Bring on the thunderrrrrrr
I read it as that she had passed the dead point of the choke and entered into normal seas again; with real physics. After all, we know people sailed part way before.
FORECAST:
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Let me introudce you to the Blooming Moon Chronicles by BlackRoseRaven. The ten stories add to a grand total of little over four million words, the longest of which is one million words long.
And that's not the only stuff the author has worked on, oh no.
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...a little more than four million?
The former holder of the longest work of fiction ever, The Subspace Emissary's World Conquest, is around 3.5 million. "It was a good way to learn English," says the author.
But if that's over 4 million, BlackRoseRaven has just picked up the title of author for the longest work of fiction.
Ever.
You see, Rainbow? If you had gone through with committing seppuku, you wouldn't have gotten to enjoy water literally falling out of the sky. So hold on tight, open your mouth wide, and drink deep, you poor, crazy little horse, you.
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Want another kicker? Rosey wrote that in just over a year. That's over ten thousand words per day.
I just did the math, the Blooming Moon Chronicles is 4'441,432 words long.
Now, the average reading speed is 230 words per minute; and let's say you dedicate a full non-stop thirty minute period a day to read the BMC because you're crazy, but not over-the-top crazy. You'd be reading 6,900 words per day, and it would still take you two full 31 day months to finish it.
So, y'know. In case you didn't have plans for the summer...
Finally, some excitement.
I bet she gets knocked unconscious in the storm, then wakes up with land suddenly visible a long distance away.
...Well, not the deus ex I was expecting, but any port in a storm. (And yes, pun intended. I'm not apologizing.)
Also, I may have found a possible theme song candidate for the series:
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wut.
A storm! That means fresh water!
Hopefully this storm isn't more than it seems.
5766436 Actually, he started writing it in 2011.
-Spirit
You know things have gone south when a storm is welcome.
Still, it does promise the arrival of fresh water, and also movement.
Hold tight, Dash!
-And Rainbow Dash never died.
Don't kill yourself, kids, it's bad for your health.
And a storm means fresh water! If she can collect it, that is...
Umm... maelstrom inbound?
A little helping hand comes in from the olnipresent spirit of harmony. Well, at least the magic part of harmony.
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It's Dash. She'll be fine. Weather is her thing.
The storm could end up tossing her in the right direction. That's all we can hope for at this point, it seems.
Shade and water. It's a good thing.
The storm could end up tossing her in the right direction. That's all we can hope for at this point, it seems.
Well, that was close.
Let's hope this storm brings more than just watery hell in her way.
That is a third world hunger when you think about eating your own tongue.
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That brings me surprisingly little comfort.
5767876 Just throwing it out there. Five thousand words a day is possible if you don't do a billion other things that distract you from it. (Learned by experience.)
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And now I'm painfully aware of my own slow writing pace...
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5767909 Mine is excruciatingly slow right now because of so many distracting things.
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Well, don't worry — as long as the rest of the series has an average of at least 2099 words per chapter, we'll beat them!