7-The Winter Before the Wrap Up
Chapter 7
Alan hated the cold. Always had.
It was a part of the reason why he moved to Georgia. It wasn’t as cold there.
It was perhaps, the greatest irony: he loved snow, hated cold.
So he sat, winter now happily on its way, bitterly cold, and not a flake of snow.
He grumbled, wrapped in his bed’s comforter, while Spike served hot chocolate. “Are you sure we can’t convince Dashie to send some snow over here?”
“For the last time, Alan, no we can’t,” Twilight sighed, looking up from her book. “Cloudsdale is completely cut off at this time of year, there is no way to reach any pegasus that doesn’t already live here.”
Alan grumbled again, taking the hot cup of coca. “Thanks, Spike.”
The dragon nodded, sleepily, before taking the other cup to Twilight. “Thank you, Spike,” she said, wreathing the mug in magic. “You can go back to sleep now.”
Spike simply nodded again before crawling over to his basket, curling up, and continuing his hibernation.
Because dragons hibernate, apparently.
“Should we really be waking him up during his hibernation like this?” Alan asked, sipping his coca.
“Oh he’s fine,” Twi responded, turning another page. “This is really only a pseudo-hibernation really, it’s not cold enough in here to constitute an actual sleep.”
“How do you know that?” Alan asked, trying to eat one of the marshmallows that floated on the top of the sea of chocolate. However, no matter how he turned the mug, the white puffs of sugar floated to the opposite side, mocking him.
“Because most dragon hibernations last something up from 100 years. Princess Celestia told me during my first winter with him,” Twilight smiled. “When he fell asleep, I thought he was dead, it took the Princess three hours to calm me down enough to tell me otherwise. It’s kinda funny now that I look back on it.”
Alan smiled as he tried to goad one of the marshmallows into the wall of the mug. “It sounds like your days with the Princess were very fun.”
Twi looked at him, sipping her own mug for the first time. She was pretty cold too, Alan could tell, mostly because she was wearing a heavy wool saddle indoors. The not-lingerie saddle that is. “Yeah, yeah they were fun days. I remember once when I had built a book fort, it bordered Celestia’s height at the time, and it had three floors and everything. I remember putting my stuffed doll at the front and naming him captain of the guard,” she chuckled. “They were very fun days.”
Alan smirked, “You know all the fans knew you had built at least one book fort in your childhood.”
“Really?” The unicorn said, tilting her head.
Alan nodded, “You’d be surprised how much the fans got right. Doctor Hooves, Derpy, Lyra, Bon Bon, Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, Carrot Top, all of them are never mentioned in the show, but we named them, and hit the nail on the head every time.”
“That is so odd,” Twilight said.
“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of other stuff we fans do that I really hope isn’t true, but that’s a story for another time,” Alan said, hoping Twilight wouldn’t ask anything about the dreaded “Princess Molestia.”
Twilight seemed to let it go, before saying “Fair enough, but I do have a different question for you.”
“About what?”
“Well, I told you about my foalhood, I want to know about yours. Where did you grow up?”
Alan looked from her to down to the mug in his hands. “I grew up in a state called Missouri, a nice enough place to live, if I didn’t live a few miles from the tourist trap called Ozark. Everything was overpriced.” Alan explained. “Mom and Dad would drive down one particular stretch of that road every now and then. A few years back, I was barely 18, and all of a sudden I get this call, Dad died in a car accident,” Alan looked back up at her. “I’ve lived in Georgia ever since.”
Twilight gaped, “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I -.”
Alan cut her off with a raised hand, “I know you didn’t know, that’s why I’m not mad. You couldn’t have possibly known. Besides, I’m over it for the most part.”
Twi apologized again, “I am so sorry, Alan.”
Alan gave a soft smile, “I remember the first tree house we built together, he let me hold the drill while he guided my hand and put force behind it. He was a good dad...”
Sniffing, Alan turned his attention back to Twilight, “So, read anything interesting lately?”
Twilight looked both horridly relieved to change the subject, but also incredibly guilty for bringing it up in the first place. “Um, I’ve just been catching up on my study of Starswirl the Bearded.”
Ah, yes, Starswirl, a unicorn that Alan had become fairly familiar with, considering that half of her own personal selection were filled with books on the subject, whether journals or biographies, if one knew Twilight, one knew Starswirl. “Learn anything new?”
“Nothing concrete,” Twilight said, “although I do believe that he had a soft spot for noodles.”
Alan shook his head, “And why did you waste time trying to figure that out?”
“For the sake of knowing,” Twi said, sipping her drink. “Besides, Starswirl constantly said that the small things provide insights of the big.”
“Fair enough, I suppose,” Alan grumbled. “What about you?”
“Huh?”
“Do you have a soft spot for anything, food, genre, anything?”
“Well, I’ve always liked a good piece of fiction, but mostly I enjoy study books.”
“It didn’t take a genius to figure out that one.” Alan said.
“Oh, really? Well what about you, huh? I bet you don’t even have a single bookshelf.”
“I will have you know.” Alan said, a touch of defensive anger in his voice, “That I have over 43 books, and all of them are well written fiction, the only good use for books.”
“Excuse me?” Twilight asked. “I’m sorry, I must have heard you incorrectly, because you did not just say that fiction is the only good use for books. How do you expect history to passed down, knowledge, or opinions?”
“Who says those history, knowledge, or opinions matter? History is biased, written by the winner, knowledge could be wrong, and opinions of stupid people are still stupid, no matter what they did in life.”
“And fiction is any better?”
“It doesn’t pretend to be real.”
A pillow smashed into his face. “It. Is. On.”
Alan smiled, putting his mug down. “You have no idea...”
<<<|Ω|>>>
Applejack liked the cold.
Not during any time other than winter, but during that one season, she loved it. It meant a few good things for her, Hearths Warming Day with the family, time off from farming, some good quality time with Applebloom and her friends, heck, just more time to get things done.
Although, there was one thing that bothered her.
Why did Pinkie think now was a good time to take her on a walk to Twilight’s house? She didn’t mind the company, or the walk, but it was honestly too cold to be outside right now. “Sugarcube, for what reason are we walkin’ to Twi in below freezin’ weather.”
“Well,” the pink partier said, dressed in pink galoshes, and a light blue wool saddle, “I was working in Sugarcube corner, baking some Hearths Warming cookies with the Cakes, when suddenly, my nose itched, my tail twitched and my belly switched,” she explained.
Applejack gave her look, “What now?”
“It means that something super fun is happening at Twilight’s!”
“Uh, huh...”
“So, anyways, Alan wants to be our bestest friend, so I thought I’d get somepony else to come with me for the fun.”
“Ok,” Applejack said, not entirely convinced that Pinkie had made any logical connections at all. Nonetheless, here she was, following Pinkie to Twi’s library.
It did not take long for them to reach the old oak tree, and once they had, Pinkie went ahead and opened the door, Applejack followed, and upon entering, was smacked in the face with a pillow.
“Aha!” Twilight yelled, from behind a wall of books. “Applejack! Alan just hit you, join my side in Fort Mark Rein! From here we will crush the Boxian armies!” Four pillows were hovering magically in the air around her, and she quickly launched one towards the fort made of boxes on the opposite side of the room.
“Pinkie!” Alan yelled. “Quick! It’s up to you to maintain the balance of power, you have to join me at Fort Box! We need to keep the reign of the Markus Empire from our massive stores of gold!”
“Okie Dokie Lokie, Commander!” Pinkie yelled, before diving behind the cardboard, dodging Twi’s pillow by centimeters.
Alan threw a pillow at Twilight, who ducked, as it flew over her head.
“Applejack, come on!” Twi shouted, launching three more pillows, only to be met by the cannon report of Pinkie’s lesser known pillow launcher.
Applejack just stood there for a second before mentally shrugging, Weirder things have happened. With that, she jumped behind the books, grabbed a pillow between her teeth, and tossing it into the air, she bucked it towards the cardboard fortress.
<<<|Ω|>>>
“Thanks for stopping by, girls!” Twilight waved goodbye as Applejack and Pinkie Pie took their leave. They had fought furiously, trading ammunition, and even bases a few times, but eventually, they decided that they could negotiate a peace treaty over a round of hot coca.
After a few hours of talking and negotiating, the two other mares had decided to head out, leaving Alan and Twilight to finalize the contract.
The door closed behind the two leaving ponies, and Twilight went back to the kitchen, where Alan was sitting at the table, “Well, that was fun.”
Twilight nodded, “It was.”
Alan looked up at her, “Hey, Twilight,”
“Yeah?”
“Would you call us friends?”
The incredulous look on her face was an answer in and of itself. “You’ve been living in my house for the past four months, you’ve saved ponyville from a parasprite swarm, you helped save Rarity from falling to her death, and you ask if we’re friends?”
Alan smiled weakly.
“Of course, we’re friends, Alan, how could we not be?”
Alan sipped his mug again, “Thanks, Twi. That means a lot to me.”
<<<|Ω|>>>
“Alright,” Twi said from her balcony, the main floor had been cleared of anything that could get in the way, leaving only Alan, Judgement unsheathed, and four mana pony enemies. “Are you ready?”
Alan smirked, quoting Arthur, “Strength is the sword of the Brute. Poison is the blade of the Thief. Speed is the King’s weapon.”
“Is that a yes?”
Alan simply slipped into the opening stance, both hands on the sword, standing perpendicular to the pony in front of him.
Twilight figured that was as close to a ‘yes’ as she was going to get, and began the scenario.
Two of the ponies charged him, swinging wildly with their weapons.
Speed was his weapon.
Alan jumped over the head of one of the ponies, rolling down its almost immaterial back, letting the two attackers smash into each other. Alan barely had time to duck under a third pony’s swing, and failed to duck under the fourth.
Whack! the stick cracked as it hit his skull, sending a blinding flash of light across his vision.
Another swing sent him flat on his back, and Twilight instantly dispelled the remaining mana ponies. “Are you alright?”
Alan sat up, rubbing the back of his head, “Other than the splitting headache, yeah...”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I kinda had the wind knocked out of me,” he said, before standing. “Alright, one more time.”
“No, Alan, we’ve done this enough.” Twi said, putting the smooth, wooden practice weapons away, “You keep this up, and by the time winter’s over you’ll be in a cast.”
“Come on, Twi, I’m getting it,” he felt the bump on his head, “slowly, but I’m getting it.”
“No more for today,” she said again, “Go back to reading, it may help you.”
<<<|Ω|>>>
Still no snow.
Come on. In the episode, the ground was covered in snow, it had to snow eventually, we couldn’t go all winter without snow.
Alan stalked the hallways angrily, he wanted snow.
He was walking passed the bathroom, which he passed every few minutes or so, when all of a sudden he heard:
“I’m T to the W I
L I G H T.
And ain’t no other pony
trolla down like me!
I’m Twilightlicious!”
Alan blinked, before giving a soft smile as he passed.
So, Twilight sung in the shower huh? Tara would be proud.
<<<|Ω|>>>
“Are sure that there isn’t a spell to make it snow?” Alan asked.
“Why would you ask at a time like this?” Twi asked as she watched Alan narrowly avoid another swing.
“I’m getting cabin fever," Alan explained, jumping over another stick swing. “It’s too cold to go out, and quite honestly the whole routine we’ve built here is getting a touch dull.”
“Dull?” Twilight asked. “Well, how’s this for dull?”
Suddenly, four more mana ponies appeared on the battlefield.
“Twilight...” Alan said, backing away from the mana puppets “Don’t do anything you’ll regret...”
“Oh it’s much too late for that, Alan.”
With that, the eight magical opponents dog-piled the single human.
<<<|Ω|>>>
It was another late morning for Alan.
The sun was slowly peaking through his tiny window, and the grey sky was not too encouraging.
Getting out of his much-too-small bed, Alan quickly stretched his back, hearing at least one vertebra pop into place.
Throwing on one of his warmer pairs of pants and a shirt, Alan began his day by heading to the bathroom.
He brushed his teeth, brushed his hair, made a note on how he only had half a stick of deodorant left, took a shower, and headed back down to the kitchen.
A cup of coffee would have been waiting for him, if it weren’t for the fact that Twilight was hovering over it like a dragon over its horde. “Mine.” she said between grumbles.
Alan ignored her, and went to the frying pan that hung over the stove. Turning the stove on, Alan poured a splash of oil into the pan, and let it sit over the fire. With the pan preheating, he went to the magic-powered fridge and pulled out a couple of eggs, donated by Fluttershy’s many chickens.
Alan was getting sick of eggs.
Frying the eggs, Alan couldn’t help but look outside.
White powder covered the ground, at least a foot thick. A few snowflakes fell from the sky, and ponies were outside, playing with their friends and family.
Alan blinked.
And again.
Suddenly, something connected in his brain. “Snow.”
A smile grew on his face. “Snow,” he repeated.
“It’s snowing!” He cried, throwing the eggs onto a plate.
He never ate his eggs so fast, gulping them down in massive bites before running back up to his room and throwing on a coat Rarity had made for him, as well as a pair of gloves. Throwing them on, on the move, Alan headed straight for the front door.
Twi grumpily watched him go, before turning back to her coffee. “Morning ponies...”
Alan found the largest snow bank he could, before diving into it. He dug himself deep into the wet, white, happiness, before bursting out of it like a volcano, laughing all the way.
“Well, looks like someone enjoys my work,” a familiar voice said.
Alan looked up to see Ponyville’s weather manager hovering over him, “It’s about time you got this here, Dash!”
The cyan pegasus laughed, “Good to see you too, Al.”
“Oh! Are we having a snow party?” Alan heard from above him, before suddenly getting a few dozen pounds of snow dumped on him.
Pushing through the small mountain, he saw Pinkie, standing on the now clear roof above him.
Alan smirked, “Pinkie, there’s no such thing as a snow party.” his hand then grabbed a hold of a fistful of snow. “There are, however,” he said, before yelling the last words “snowball fights!”
Whump! Alan’s first ball slammed into Pinkie’s face, sending her down straight into the snow bank.
Grabbing another handful, Alan launched this one in Dash’s face, causing her to spin in the air.
He reached for more snow, but was suddenly stopped when a fourth member joined the fray. “Git your snow off a mah friends!” Another ball of snow smashed into his face as Applejack bucked one at him.
“Thanks, AJ,” Dash said, collecting some snow for herself, before smiling, “but it’s every mare for herself!” Tossing a ball at farmpony.
“Hello, everypony, and how are we doing on this fabulous morning?” Rarity said, walking down the street.
“Rarity!” Pinkie yelled, “Catch!”
Wham! Pinkie’s expertly thrown weapon smashed into the white unicorn’s face.
She froze for a moment, as the snow slid off her face, before narrowing her eyes at the offender, “It. Is. On.” Her horn suddenly burst into a blue aura as snow began to levitate around her. Snowballs the size of Alan’s head began to form, now rotating around her.
“Pinkie,” Alan said, noting the almost feral look in the unicorn’s eye.
“Yeah?”
“What did you just do?”
“Doomed us all?”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
Rarity’s snow cyclone had reached top speed, a maniacal grin on her face, “Who wants a makeover, Darlings?”
Alan pointed at Pinkie. “She did it!” he yelled, before jumping behind the snow bank.
“Hey!” Pinkie said, giving him an indignant glare.
Which was then promptly interrupted by snow crashing into her, laying her flat against the ground.
Applejack sent a snowball towards Rarity, in a hope to stop her.
The ball broke against her side, and the unicorn turned her attention towards the farmpony. “Hello, Applejack~”
“Oh, Hayseed.”
Dash, seeing her opening, swooped down to the ground, gathering as much snow as she could, before looping around towards the crazed pony. “Bombs away!” She yelled, dropping the snow onto the fashionista, burying her.
Now covered with snow, Rarity couldn’t help but drop her snowballs, which landed on the ground with a squish.
“Thank ya, kindly, Dash!” Applejack said.
“No Problem, A—” suddenly another snowball caught her wing, sending her spiraling down into another snowbank.
“But ya said it yerself, every mare for herself!”
“Oh, yeah?” Dash yelled, zooming across the rooftops gathering snow. “Then bring it AJ!” Moving most of the ammunition to one arm, she tossed a ball at the framer, only to overshoot.
Instead, her snowball hit the overly quiet pegasus behind her.
“Oh my gosh! Fluttershy!”
Snow fell from her face unto the ground, and the yellow pegasus just sat right there, tears in her eyes.
“Oh my gosh, Fluttershy, I am so sorry!” Dash said, swooping down in front of her.
“W-w-why did you hit me?” Fluttershy asked, sobbing.
“It’s a game, Fluttershy, we’re all trying to hit each other.”
“A-a game?”
“Yeah, you see, we all get some snow, we ball it up, and then we try to hit each other, we don’t mean anything by it, we’re just playing a game.”
“Oh...ok.” she said, whispering
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“No...no I’m not.”
Dash let loose a held breath, “Oh, good, I’m sorr-.”
“I’m not mad because of this.” she said.
Dash had just enough time to look confused before two armfuls of snow were dropped on her.
“Vengeance is a dish best served cold, Dashie.” Alan said with a smile.
<<<|Ω|>>>
A veritable battle royal had erupted. It was everyone for him/herself. Well, with the exception of Fluttershy, who had decided to remain neutral, and by neutral I mean, sold to all sides.
“Fluttershy! Stop giving Applejack ammo! She has enough!” Alan yelled.
“Easy for you ta say, Mr. Four-Fingers-and-a-Thumb, you just try to make a decent snowball under pressure without fingers!”
“Wait,” Rainbow Dash said, poking her head out of cover, “he can make snowballs faster?”
“Almost as fast as I can,” Rarity said.
“Gang up on Alan!” Pinkie yelled, tossing a few snowballs his way.
“What?” he managed to ask, before ducking behind his embankment as a flurry of snow bombarded his fort.
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash flew overhead, dropping another payload, Alan dived to the side, missing the bomb, but suddenly finding himself out of cover.
Suddenly, Rarity’s super accurate snowballs began to pelt him like minigun bullets. “Get him!”
Scrambling, Alan dashed for the closest snowbank. Diving behind that, Alan quickly gave himself more room to maneuver, pushing the wall up higher. Dash came in for another sweep, even more snow in her hooves this time. “Incoming!” She yelled, smiling.
Alan suddenly popped up, hurling a snowball at the pegasus’ wings.
Thwack! The projectile hit true, and for the briefest second, Rainbow Dash’s wings were out of sync.
Now, normally, this would not be an issue. However, the added weight of all the snow she was carrying threw her correction off, and she began to plummet to the ground.
Dash, being pulled to the ground by the weight of her load, dropped it, she knew it wouldn’t hit him, but if she wanted to stay off the ground, it’s what she’d have to do.
Her payload fell to the ground with a thud, conveniently next to the wall Alan had set up. Using the newfound cover, he began to retaliate, throwing as much as he could on the four ponies that were closing in on him.
He threw one, not aiming at anything in particular, and managed to hit Rarity’s horn. The aura on the snow surrounding her fizzled out, and crashed to the ground. Seeing some relief, Alan turned to the other two ground-force ponies. Applejack was hitting him from long-range, using her bucks to send the snowballs farther than any of the others could throw. Pinkie, on the other hand, was coming in close, dashing between cover while throwing snowballs for the brief seconds she was out.
It was not a good situation, anytime he would make a move on the one, the other would cover. Attacking Pinkie Pie while she ducked behind cover would be easy enough, but with the way Applejack bucked, he would get plowed with snow before he got a shot off. Likewise, attacking Applejack would need time to aim properly, time he simply wouldn’t have with Pinkie peppering him.
Simply, he was bucked.
“Need some help?” he heard a voice say beside him. He turned his head and saw Twilight, dressed for snow combat with her winter saddle and stocking cap.
“It would be appreciated,” Alan smirked.
Twilight nodded, as her horn flashed to life.
The wall suddenly grew taller and thicker, as Twi’s magic gathered more snow.
“Alright—” Alan began.
“Just make me some snowballs,” Twilight interrupted, before sending six snow bullets into the air, three towards the farmer, three towards the partier.
Each one hit with would-be deadly accuracy.
“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” Alan said in his best mock military yell.
They began to work like a machine, Alan spotting and manufacturing ammunition, Twilight launching it with pinpoint accuracy.
“Rainbow Dash, 2:30 incoming!” Alan yelled, tossing the unicorn another snowball.
Grabbing it with magic, Twi had to simply look in the direction of the pegasus, before bring her down with a well aimed toss.
“Pinkie’s trying to flank us, 9:45!”
Whap-whump! Two snowballs halted the attacker, sending her crashing into the snow.
“Rarity barrage, 12 noon!” Alan yelled, ducking as snow began to fly at him.
“Get them!” Rainbow Dash yelled, so thoroughly annoyed that she began throwing snow rather than try dropping it on them.
“Charge!” Pinkie yelled, throwing snow as she came.
The other ponies charged, each coming at the magically held fort.
Alan smirked. “That’s it, man, game over man, game over.”
“What?” Twilight asked.
Alan turned to the unicorn, “Ever heard of a self-destruct protocol?”
“Self-destruct?” she asked eyes wide.
The other ponies were close now, very close, each tossing snow as they came.
Suddenly, Alan burst from the fort, holding as many snowballs as his hands could carry, before unleashing a battlecry. “LEEEEROOOYY JEEEEEEEEENKIIIIIINS!”
With that, he emptied his hands, hitting as many opposing ponies as he could before getting pelted himself.
It gave Twilight just enough time.
Suddenly, the fort behind Alan exploded into a massive wave of snow. The frozen Tsunami crashed into the ponies, covering all of them head to toe in snow.
Alan was the first to surface, followed by the rest, leaving Fluttershy to help everyone out of the neck-deep snow. “Alright,” Alan said, “everypony who thinks that’s enough snow-fighting for now, say ‘Aye.’”
“Aye!” the unanimous chorus sounded.
“Sounds good.”
<<<|Ω|>>>
The Mane Six sat around the fireplace in Twi house, each wrapped in blankets.
“Ok, that was a pretty awesome fight,” Rainbow Dash said, suddenly.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“It was fun,” Rarity said, “even if it did get my mane wet.”
Applejack rolled her eyes.
“I just hope that nopony got hurt...it would just be awful if that happened,” Fluttershy commented.
“Yes, yes it would, Fluttershy,” Alan said, coming from the kitchen with a trayful of hot chocolate, “but now is not the time to talk of such things,” he said, handing out out the coca to the awaiting hooves of the mane six. “Now is a time to relax and warm up in the company of friends.”
“What are you? A poet?” Dash asked.
Alan chuckled, handing her her mug, “No, I just get a little artsy sometimes.”
As soon as everyone was served, Alan grabbed the last mug, and sat himself down in the circle of ponies.
“Thank you, Alan,” Twilight said, sipping her mug.
“Yeah, thanks,” Dashie said,
“Indeed, thank you, dear.”
“Thank you, it was very nice of you.”
“Thank ya, kindly.”
Pinkie stood, lifting her mug, “To Alan, our bestest friend!”
Dash raised her mug, “I’ll drink to that!”
The others followed, raising their mugs.
“To Alan,” Twilight said, “Our friend.”
Alan watched as they lifted their mugs to their mouths to drink, a single tear in his eye.
He was a friend.
--------------------------------
Ok! Another Chapter! I decided I’d give you guys something origional this time around, especially considering that there are going to be at least another seven episode chapters...Sorry.
“I don’t think they mind too much.”
Well, we’ll see won’t we, Pinkie?
“Yupers! Also, really quick, who's Mark Rein?”
It was supposed to be a play on Mark Twain...
"Oh, and Fort Box?"
Fort Knox.
"Oh, I get it now! Hehe!"
Sigh...anyway, comments, questions, etc. Thanks for reading this far, Bye!
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Well this story has been a lotta fun so far.
Keep up the good work.
love it
I'm surprised the CMC didn't get involved. As for the episode chapters, just keep the same quality work up and no one will mind!
Best snow-fight EVER!!!!
....
Holy hell thats so true...
My life living in NYC in a nutshell
Snowball fights in a nutshell:
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THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!
*unsheathes Eyelander and equips Chargin' Trage*
LEEROY JENKINS!!!!!!! made my day
1120591 Agreed... awesome snowball fight--though it could be made even better with the CMC involved.
Can you Imagine--catapults, trebuches, ballistas? Most Epic Snowball War ever! 
one thing... don't make Rarity mad... or fluttershy... or pinkie...
Very Nice, got a bunch of good chuckles out of that
Story of my life.
LEEEERRRROOOOYYYY JEEEEENKIIIIINS
stops and rerads line... almost died laughing
that and game over
Speaking of Mark Twain, is the story title a parody of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court?
:D awesome story (only in chapter 7 though lol), hope it has a happy ending :P (not something like Alan going back to Earth and not going back to Equestria or something like that lol), gonna keep reading now :D
EVERY BUCKING TIME
2696375
webmemes.org(iknow)
Crossing my fingers, praying Discord shows up.
twilightlicious XD
HAHAHAHAHAHA! I have that achievement in World of Warcraft xD
2607037 You think that's bad, try living in Urah, where the weather's bat-shit crazy, especially in winter- one minute it's sunny, the next it's raining, give it another minute and it's sunny again, then it's snowing!
THE REFERENCES
They make this quite charmingly amusing. Great detail in the snowball fight, by the way. I was able to keep track of the events and picture them in my mind quite clearly!
3329545 Sounds kinda like britain to me, one minute it's sunny next there's gale-force winds and hail coming out the wazoo.
That was the most amazingly adorable sequence of rapid-fire-fun I have ever seen. If I had to choose between Equestria and my majority meat and pasta diet... Screw meat, I'm going vegi. Or maybe I would invent my own diet. 'Pastatarian' has a nice ring to it...
Also...
'Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it.' -George Santayana
Think about it Alan...
As soon as I read tht I though of this
5310612 I'd say Pastafarian instead.
Why did I suddenly think of Pot Noodles?
Just following a link to someone's response to a comment I wrote way back when. Decided to reread the chapter for the heck of it.
... Yep, still the best chapter of the story. Possibly the series. The copious amounts of joy that this chapter produces in my can only be compared to a few things, many of them coming from the show itself. How did I entertain myself before ponies and FIMfiction?
could help but think of this when the snow scene came!
Leeeeeeerrrrooooyyyyy Jeeeennnnkkkkiiimmnss
I grew up by the Ozarks as well! What an incredibly weird coincidence.
Loving the story so far!
I'm wheezing....... no matter how old it is, good ol Leroy always gets me chuckling