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The mane six gather together at Twilight's urging to engage in a "girl's night" to play Ogres and Oubliettes. Something isn't right.

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I'm genuinely confused and terrified of D&D now.

I don't know what just happened.

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That makes two of us. And I wrote it.

This was actually really good! You just need to be more detailed and NOT kill off all the characters within 20 seconds. Its fine to kill everyone but the main problem with this is that its not that scary.

What makes something terrifying to readers is when something becomes slowly evidently wrong, sedulity if you will. Making them play D&D then have twilight flip out all of a sudden then kill everyone is kind of not scary compared to something slowly seeming wrong then right when everyone is unnerved have twilight slowly go ballistic!

MORE DETAIL!!! No one likes a short read!
Just thought it would help from one righter to another, this has the compact to be a AMAZING fic!

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Haha. Like I said in the comments, it was a dream I had. It wasn't ponies, so I changed it to be, but the dream progressed at roughly the same pace. It wasn't supposed to be a slow burn, though I can certainly change it to be so. It was supposed to be a mess of subconscious god-knows-what, culminating in an unsatisfying and confusing ending, because it was a dream. I have other stories that I recommend you read if you haven't already that do exactly what you describe. I just dreamed this and wanted to share it.

What the hell was that?

I think you're confusing dream with nightmare..... :twilightoops: I kinda want more?

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No, this is standard dream fare for me. I will endeavor to write more of them down, though.

SQA

That was some haunting imagery, good shit.

Comment posted by WannaFlugelHorn deleted Feb 20th, 2018

Dang! See A therapist about that dream!


Still giving it a like. :pinkiehappy:

Did you dream the part in verse as well?

Ơ̶͙̫̫͙͕̺̺̓̔͗͘ř̸͖̞̺̥̙̜̍͌̾̏̚̚͟͠͠ d̶̡̨͖̤͇͙̹̮̮̒͊͛͂̇͟i̠͇͙̬̥͔̖̍̈̂͂́͠d̸̡̼͚̮͙̻̈́͑̽̑̈́̑̐̋ y̡̩̭̰̩̐͑̈͊̕͜o̸̻̟̰̪̲̽͆̐͊̃͞ư̵̛̛͙̥͔͔͆́̇̃̍̄̕͜ ļ̴̢̝̫̯̫̲͇̗̣͋̉̂͗̇̐̈́̽i̶͙̙̳̜̰̼͍̤̳͉̽̓̍̃͋̀́̃͘ȩ̖̯̙͖̀͆̀̇̐͂͂͌͌̚ ä͎͉͎̪͇͔͚̓̅̈́͢͝b̵̧̻̤̭̪̽̏͆̂͞͞o̴̮̣͖̦̼̜̦͇͛̊͌͋̈́̋̓͝ú̵͓̟̯̰͔̰͓̤̋̿̿̓͑̾̐ţ͙̰̞̰̼͎̳̣̀͛̈́͑͗̈́͘ t̨̩̣̫͉̤̥̔̈͋̏̄͌̆̚͝͝h̛͖̲͖̘͙̖̝̎̏̏̓͜a̘̻̣̰̽̀͑͜͝͝t̠͓̻͕̤̟̂̾̿̉́̎̏̿?̶̢͕̺̹̐͒̍̀̑͌̇͆͘͜͞

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I didn't dream that poem specifically, but I dreamed that it spoke in poetry. It was nonsense in the dream, and didn't work as poetry, though my sleeping brain thought it did.

Remember don’t drink ink, drink bleach! Purifies the soul! Also, dammit Twilight they rolled a 20 give them a good go at the wolf! Cool trick Fluttershy! I love the imploding! Too bad you can only do it once...

I hate it when my rolls are this bad.

And here I thought I didn't have to worry about my nightmares haunting me.

They've come back to me in fic format.

Strange game! The only winning move is not to play....

...How about a nice game of chess?

Well that escalated extremely quickly. Twilight, you could have at least given her a class. Like... how did you even know that the dice would decide that and she wouldn't get a chance to play?

I think I'll finish reading this after I eat and feel comfortable in my own home.

You dreamt of this?

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