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Twisted Gears


‘Tis I, a writer, togetherslapper of words.

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A few thousands of years ago... Equestria didn't exist.

Instead, the continent was populated by three warring tribes of Ponies; Earth Ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns. They all thrived on their own sepparate ways, divided by who had what, but grudgingly kept together by trade and need.

Until the Great Frost broke out.

Crops failed, the soil froze. Food couldn't be grown anywhere, and Ponies starved. Many fled south, only to meet their end to the storm. Others went north, to even colder areas, with the hope of finding deep coal reserves to heat themselves up, and perhaps warm an area up enough to grow crops on it, with the use of arcane and technological marvels, rushed into existance by force.

This is the story of the first time the three Tribes put their differences aside for one common goal; Survive the ethernal winter.

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Inspired by 11-Bit Studio's game, Frostpunk.
Not proofreaded. Like, at all.

Chapters (6)
Comments ( 12 )

9320801

Mind giving me a suggestion on how I could improve how it's read? :unsuresweetie:

Comment posted by SkyStrike__ deleted Aug 2nd, 2019

I love this story. This site needs more Frostpunk stories

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Why thank you. I had it on hiatus for a while now, though another chapter might come soon(tm)! :raritywink:

So they chosen the path of Faith, that’s an interesting turn of a events. I’d thought they’d choose Order, but who am I to judge.

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The way I see it, Ponies have a natural tendency to go with the 'Faith' path, since they depend a lot on an almost godlike figure to guide them. Of course that could be re-routed towards the Order path, if the correct leadership raises.

However, it's still pretty early to pick a path; They don't even have Bunkhouses yet. :raritywink:

Hope update it again, just found this and enjoyed it

Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks, as I hugged the first pony I could get my hooves on.
And it was the stallion that always said some dumb pun whenever he could. "Hey hey, no need to warm up so quickly, ma'am!", he stated, with a big grin on his face.

Give him some rest, he was just caught in the heat of the moment.

The ponies nearby grumbled and complained, comprehensively in a bad mood after being awakened like that. Being shaken, slightly jabbed or spoken to was one thing. Being awakened with a damnable foghorn is a completely different thing.

The captaion should consider turning it down a bit.
The effect would be the same, but will less increase of discontent.

Hope was high among the ponies I saw. We could survive this winter.

Hopefully it stays that way.

So, now they have heat, food and basic medical aid. I guess the next thing to do is to build a Beacon to search the frostland for more resources, possible survivors and similar things.


Also, I want to mention this small animation inspired by the same game as this story:

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