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I did not expect this, but it was good. Though, the idea that ordinary trees are sentient raises several questions...

I like stuff like this but these fics always make me worry for the author, you ok?

such a vary sweet slice of life chapter that should give every one pause to just think. :heart:

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Yeah, no need to worry. Just an idea I had, and thought it would be interesting to write about.

Bloody magic giving bloody feelings to bloody things in a world already too damn bloody alive for any empath to not go red-visioned from the bloody blood blood blood for tHE BLOOD GOD!

That personal reaction aside i loved reading this. Something felt -old- about the structure of this tale, you feel me?

I just realized that Khorne is the ultimate empath.

Interesting question: Plain regular wire for a fence? Barbed wire would seem to be a bit much for sapient ponies, but then again it would provide a sincere reminder for wandering hooves to stay out of the production facility.

Good for you fence post. <3

A fence post...

Narrating or telling her story. (Do trees have genders?)
I wouldnt have been surprised in the least if there was a pony sitting next to her writing down her story for the local paper.
An object of interest story, just with a twist of it telling its story.

This was good.

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SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE

This story is better than it has any right to be. I love it.

I remember long ago reading an illustrated kids' story about the life cycle of a forest that starts with an old oak tree falling over during a storm. Over time its prone trunk becomes home to other creatures and slowly rots away to replenish the soil.

Well this was not what I expected, but it gives me ideas.

A fascinating study in animism and the implications of dividing a single mond into a collection of them. After all, every post was once the tree, and the tree was an single being. There's some deep existential philosophy amid the feels here. Thank you for it.

With enough writing skills, everything has a story worth reading.

Saw the title, and remember something m’ brother wrote in high school. He was assigned to write a poem, specifically to learn and understand odes, thus did he decide to make a spoof of the whole thing. “Ode to a Fencepost.” Thick with sarcasm, but all I can clearly remember is his closing each stanza with “Fencepost, poor fencepost.”

So...yeah. Had to give it a read. Much more positive than I remember of m’ brother’s spoof. Nice work.

I like how you had to add your name and the title to the text document itself to get it past the 1000 word limit.

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That's actually on everything that I do. Wasn't for the word count. :heart:

I don't know what exactly it is about this story but it's just a very lovely, relaxing fic to read. Thank you

I was not always a fence post. I started out as a tree—well, I guess I started out as an acorn, and then a little sprout.

I started out as carbon dioxide in the air? Or maybe it should be "I started out in the core of massive star that eventually went supernova"? Who knows?

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Yes, and a lot of what you do is short. Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying it's a negative, I just notice it because my OCD makes me want to delete three words and make it exactly 1000 it amuses me.

Huh... This was... Nice.

I dunno, this plot seemed a bit... wooden. :trollestia:

(But taking the premise literally, a setting where even trees are conscious and remain conscious after being cut down has some horrifying implications. I would not like to be a tree. :pinkiecrazy: )

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I did not expect this, but it was good.

:heart:

Though, the idea that ordinary trees are sentient raises several questions...

I don’t think that they are, really (although how Applejack treats Bloomberg brings that into question). At least, I’m not trying to imply that with the story.

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such a vary sweet slice of life chapter that should give every one pause to just think. :heart:

It is weird to think about lots of stuff that’s around that’s old. Somebody put it there . . .

I was thinking about the telephone pole in front of our shop. Put in in 1926 . . . or for most people on FimFiction, five generations back, most likely.

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Bloody magic giving bloody feelings to bloody things in a world already too damn bloody alive for any empath to not go red-visioned from the bloody blood blood blood for tHE BLOOD GOD!

:rainbowlaugh:

That personal reaction aside i loved reading this. Something felt -old- about the structure of this tale, you feel me?

Yeah, I do get what you’re saying. I kind of feel that myself. I can’t think of anything in particular I was shooting for, but it feels like the kind of story I’ve read before.

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Interesting question: Plain regular wire for a fence? Barbed wire would seem to be a bit much for sapient ponies, but then again it would provide a sincere reminder for wandering hooves to stay out of the production facility.

Given that most quadrupeds are sapient, I think that just plain wire would do the trick. Although barbed wire might be better at snagging bits of timberwolf and whatnot. . .

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Narrating or telling her story. (Do trees have genders?)

Some plants do have genders (and some are both). Oak trees specifically have both male and female flowers on them (that’s called monoecious, if you were curious).

I wouldn't have been surprised in the least if there was a pony sitting next to her writing down her story for the local paper.

That would be an interesting assignment.

An object of interest story, just with a twist of it telling its story.
This was good.

Thanks! :heart:

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This story is better than it has any right to be. I love it.

Thanks!

I remember long ago reading an illustrated kids' story about the life cycle of a forest that starts with an old oak tree falling over during a storm. Over time its prone trunk becomes home to other creatures and slowly rots away to replenish the soil.

That feels like the kind of story that I might have read as a kid . . . and it’s true, dead trees are as important to the life cycle of the forest as the living ones are.

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Ideas? Ideas are always good!

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A fascinating study in animism and the implications of dividing a single mind into a collection of them. After all, every post was once the tree, and the tree was an single being. There's some deep existential philosophy amid the feels here. Thank you for it.

That’s not exactly what was supposed to be the main takeaway from the story (obviously), but it is an interesting thought, and one that did occur to me a time or two during the writing process.

It’s maybe kind of silly in the case of the tree, since trees don’t have minds per se, but as I recall there are some animals that do have distributed intelligence, and in a case like that, which brain is the boss? Which one is the organism, and which ones aren’t? If the organism can be divided . . . can’t some starfish be cut up and they grow new starfish out of each arm, or something like that?

If the world had advanced, sapient starfish in it, it would be a very different world.

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With enough writing skills, everything has a story worth reading.

Thanks!

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Saw the title, and remember something m’ brother wrote in high school. He was assigned to write a poem, specifically to learn and understand odes, thus did he decide to make a spoof of the whole thing. “Ode to a Fencepost.” Thick with sarcasm, but all I can clearly remember is his closing each stanza with “Fencepost, poor fencepost.”

So...yeah. Had to give it a read. Much more positive than I remember of m’ brother’s spoof. Nice work.

I once wrote a paper in high school about O Pioneers which turned into an ode to the seagull, since the teacher didn’t accept my original essay on the movie. It was very sarcastic, and as I recall, I got a decent grade, so apparently she didn’t read it all that well. I also made up a lot of seagull facts to fit my thesis, which she didn’t catch.

While I’m sure that most trees would rather keep on being trees, I think there’s something to be said for having additional usefulness after death. Why I’m an organ donor, in fact (not like I’ll need ‘em when I’m dead).

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Thanks! Glad you liked it!

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I started out as carbon dioxide in the air? Or maybe it should be "I started out in the core of massive star that eventually went supernova"? Who knows?

One of the prompts I wrote a story for years ago took that tack. The prompt was “so it begins,” and the gist of the story is that Carrot Top is trying to tell Noi the Hearth’s Warming tale, and Noi keeps asking ‘what happened before that?’

Yeah, we’re all made out of stardust when you go back far enough, but I think it would be fair to say (in the case of a tree) that it wasn’t anything before it was an acorn.

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I just notice it because my OCD makes me want to delete three words and make it exactly 1000

Done.

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Thank you! Glad you liked it!

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I dunno, this plot seemed a bit... wooden. :trollestia:

:derpytongue2:

(But taking the premise literally, a setting where even trees are conscious and remain conscious after being cut down has some horrifying implications. I would not like to be a tree. :pinkiecrazy: )

Yeah, it wasn’t meant to imply that trees in Equestria are sapient . . . it was just something I thought of during one of the panels at Bronycon, and decided I’d give it a go. Kind of in the vein of The Giving Tree.

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At first, you would think Khorne would care little for the skulls of the long dead, but think about it from a skull-collector's point of view. There are doubtlessly plenty of skull-species variants that never got the privilege of being offered up to Khorne, and as such he would have never had a chance to see before or incorporate into his throne/collection!

Admittedly, Khorne's immortal eternal and immortal nature may usually lead to archealogical Khornate worship-sacrifice sessions devolving into "Oh my, is this a dethisloplathinacus tiranaki skull? I haven't seen one of these since i was a tiny thoughtform eons ago! How did you get your lazy mitts on one of these? I'm sure i've got some somewhere in the underlevels of my throne, let me go check..."

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At first, you would think Khorne would care little for the skulls of the long dead, but think about it from a skull-collector's point of view. There are doubtlessly plenty of skull-species variants that never got the privilege of being offered up to Khorne, and as such he would have never had a chance to see before or incorporate into his throne/collection!

As kids these days say with their Pokemons, “gotta catch them all.”

Admittedly, Khorne's immortal eternal and immortal nature may usually lead to archealogical Khornate worship-sacrifice sessions devolving into "Oh my, is this a dethisloplathinacus tiranaki skull? I haven't seen one of these since i was a tiny thoughtform eons ago! How did you get your lazy mitts on one of these? I'm sure i've got some somewhere in the underlevels of my throne, let me go check..."

Which, I think, would make him all the more appreciative if you find one that he either hasn’t got, or one that he hasn’t seen in a while. Like, human skulls, he’s probably got so many that they all blur together. Find him a liopleurodon skull, and you’ve really got something that he’ll appreciate.

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Petunia Paleo is the best.

I like stories about long, hard wood standing up erect.

:trollestia:

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I like stories about long, hard wood standing up erect.

I was about to link you to one, but then I remembered it’s mature, so I can’t. Story search “Morning Wood,” and look for the one with the tree coverart. You’re sure to love it.

9189284 How would you know of such a thing! I assumed you were pure as the driven snow! A vested-ible... vestibular... vestigial virgin!

:trollestia:

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How would you know of such a thing!

Oh, could be any number of reasons.

I assumed you were pure as the driven snow! A vested-ible... vestibular... vestigial virgin!

That’s a terrible assumption.

Funnily enough, a lot of my friends seem to think that, too, which is why they were so amazed at how badly I lost a game of ‘never have I ever.’

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