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The hive is in celebration. The invasion goes well, and soon all Equestria will surely fall. The victorious changeling soldiers will be covered in wealth and glory, and poor young Thorax fears the war will end before he can enlist.
It does not.
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War is Hell.
A devastating tragedy, made all the more so by the hints of a different, brighter timeline. Excellent work throughout. Thank you for it, and best of luck in the contest.
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What contest?
The lamps are going out all over Europe. We shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.
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...Sir Edward Grey.
You are a person of learning.
I can't in good conscience upvote this story, but I shall remain neutral and cheer you on because I like your other work.
... Question, is this based on Equestria at War the HOI IV Mod?
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Jake the Army Guy's Horseword Extravaganza 2.
WHERE DEAD MEN LIES I'M PARALYZED MY BROTHER'S EYES ARE GONE.
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Well, the Changelings blitzkrieging with major success all the way to Canterlot, only to be held there with the ferocious pride of the ponies for their capital of a millennia and then pushed back is exactly what's happening in my game right now. They attacked it, encircled it, battered it, but not once did the soldiers at Canterlot fall. Now, I've encircled entire lines of Changeling troops to the west and Canterlot stands blazing with hope once more. The tides have turned. The Crystal Empire comes to help us with a ferocious speed. Viva la Equestria!!!
Oh, I remember this game event. We used it to make propaganda showing Chrysalis as a tyrant who forces her poor bugs to do terrible things, and how it's our Celestia-given duty to dispose her.
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Like, I completely respect that opinion but why? Anti-War?
I've read All Quiet On The Western Front. A good book. And that cover art is a reference to the Christmas Cease Fire, where the germans and the allies started talking, playing soccer, singing Christmas songs, and exchanging gifts. One guy even found his old german barber, and got one last cut. Then the next day a shot rang out and the fighting started again.
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Never played it. Not based on anything but a vague inspiration from All Quiet On The Western Front.
This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession. It will simply try to tell of a generation of men who, though they survived the shells, were destroyed by the war
I really liked this. Based off the title I knew Thorax and Pharynx were good as dead, so that wasn't really a huge surprise. Really captured that tone and feeling well.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
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Not exactly but the Christmas truce has been mischaracterized beyond recognition.
Dulce et Decorum est
By Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Haven't even read it, but I have to give it a like 'cause of the title...
I would be quoting Sun Tzu here, but I feel it may be inappropriate. This is an excellent book. As soon as I saw the title, I knew what I was getting into. You have earned a like and fave my good sir.
Also, war isn't Hell. War is war. At least in Hell, those there deserve their damnation, while in war, innocent blood gets spilt alongside the guilty blood. War isn't hell, war is war.
WW1, Changeling style. Are we going to have a 1917 style fic? "Go left at the bowing ling."
Is this a play on the All Quiet on the Western Front book?
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The title and theme is, yes...
99/100
howitzers -> Howlitzers
War!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing!
(Slayer was never quite the same after Edwin Star departed the band...)
For a story with a title based off of All Quiet on the Western Front this is starting off shockingly innocent. I suppose that makes it all the more obvious you have a bigger punch packed in the next chapter. Remarque wasted no time starting off in the trenches, but I'm liking the more notable deviations from a more obvious pastiche, like how the worldbuilding/non-pony prompt makes a parallel with the German perspective. For a pony fan, a changeling is 'The Enemy' in some capacity.
Not quite a bug zapper, but it'll do. Very nice thematic tie-ins.
sorryWow, I was not prepared for that final line.
Great story!
I should probably say more, but it can't be put into words.