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hayvanni magister. i'm always levitating

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This story takes place within the universe of Equestria at War, and is inspired by the Pink Floyd album, The Wall.


1023. Ten years from the fall of Canterlot, and just one year from the decennial of the Changeling occupation of Equestria.

Tyrant, fool, supremacist -- the Worm. The pony that rebuilds from the rot of Equestria, bringing an ideology that was scoffed at in the Equestria of old.

But Equestria is not the same anymore. Years of Changeling occupation has embittered the ponies, and their strict rule and strange demands have safely put an end to the Harmonic experiment.

Stop Light is just one pony offering solutions for a new world amongst many, but after such catastrophe and loss, the ever-militant worms are seeming more and more necessary. Sure, it's not ideal, but friendship's hard when you're staring into the barrel of a rifle. Besides, he asks the question nobody else is willing to:

Would you like to see Equestria rule again?


Please be aware that this contains some nasty views, and less than kind ponies.

Chapters (10)
Comments ( 11 )

11799348
hoping to expand on it a little more in future chapters :D
had to give gander at least one victory as a treat

5alk about a mood swing. They ALREADY kissin' on each other, huh? I figured this would be one of those "slow burn" stories, but I guess not. Diversity win! The fascist dictator is gay! :D

Looking forward to more!

this contains some nasty views,

What do you mean by that?

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well, namely the violent animosity for two of the pony tribes, and some pretty awful actions they justify

Well, that explains why VOPS hasn't busted up their clique. Here's hoping thatbLight doesn't end up like Wingfried, shot fo not being extreme enough.

inspired by the Pink Floyd album, The Wall.

How?

11819707
mainly just the concept and some of the symbolism :D i really enjoyed the wall as an exploration of a character and how misery and self pity made them let themselves become a pretty horrible person, i wanted to do something similar, run like hell is one of the songs that inspired me to write this though :)

There was silence between the two, only a nervous look being offered. Gander shuffled a little further forward, offering his hoof out. “Light, dear, I think betrayal is a strong word, they might just be unprepared—“

Light groaned. “Don’t call me that.”

Goooooooood, they are SO toxic. I love it <3

Light felt his stomach churn in an unfamiliar way, staring at the pony that had just seconds ago called him dear, now backing away from him like he was about to swing a hoof. He chewed at the air uneasily, averting his gaze to the floor. Was it shame? Guilt that this was what he thought of him?

Nooooooooooo, just be nice you stupid egotist. He loooooves you, the least you could do is show some affection in return.

“I’m… sorry,” he sputtered, unable to shake the feeling that he had to force the words out. It felt so foalish, so appeasing. Still, he coughed out more, “You’re trying. That’s all that matters, s’pose.”

Gander nodded, still looking quite ashamed of himself. The apology did draw the slightest, tired smile. “Thanks, Light. I am trying. You can trust in that.”

Gander drew in, giving him a warm embrace. A little more intimate, a little less awkward. He could hear Gander’s heartbeat against his own. It made him feel a little ill.

LETS F****** GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Walkie Talkie, Staff Chief of the recently-renamed Equestrian National Defenders, a now separate entity from the also recently-made Equestrian National Army. It was a planned move, a demotion in all ways but name. It had stripped a lot of power from the pony, placing him in a more substitute role before the army, headed by one of their former subordinates, Rocky Road, a pleasant enough pony, and the recently turned rebel Anthearea.

Good. Toning down that racial supremacy s*** will only serve you better in he long run. Also, f*** Walkie Talky.

“No, you clearly don’t. We lost because we were weak, we were shameful, and nopony was willing to fight for their own damn kind. That was the unicorns. They lost us that war. They were too stuck-up, too scared to fight with us. That’s the reason I joined you, Light. So we don’t have that again. So watch your mouth talking about that. I loved that army more than I’ll ever love anypony.”

Werethere any earth pony leaders besides the elements? I honestly can't remember.

But that wasn’t his fault. This was all an inevitability, one he had to force. The world spun on as usual.

Oof. Dude is huffing copium HARD.

“Oh, don’t mention that fool around me. She is not a god, don’t treat her like one. Bucking false idols.”

B A S E D

“Light…” he comforted, “You’re not the bad guy. Everypony knows that.”

I wish this were true. I wish these two total messes could be happy together, but this probably ends with them and a few rope neckties. ;_;

“Huh. Interesting,” He paced about, starting to notice more and more where that two-hundred-thousand bit hole in the treasury that had disappeared under the guise of ‘employee bonuses’ had really gone.

This is not gonna look good in the postwar warcrimes tribunal review. XD

Was he sending ponies to their death for this? What future was he bringing? Gander had always been the most, dare he say, Marksist of the group – never felt comfortable around the aristocracy that Roly mingled with, never comfortable around whatever semblance of the admiralty that remained that Walkie hung around with.

He's SO CLOSE to realizing it. God, if he could just get over himself and step up, he could actually be a good leader. And drop the fascism stuff too, obviously.

“I know I’m not a very good pony. I know I’m just waiting for a bad day to ruin this all. And part of me wants that—Part of me likes that, in a weird sort of way. It’s… stable. I know, if I ruin things, I’m in control at least… you know?”

He knows he's f******. Deep down, he knows that what he's doing is wrong, but he's such a massive egomaniac he won't stop. He loves the power, just like Gander and the rest.


I like how Stop Light just usurped the ELF by rising up before them XD. I KNOW Light is a terrible person, but the shipper in me just wants a happy ending, and that can't happen unless Light makes some major changes to how he is doing things.

It was symbolic of... something. Honestly, he didn't know where it had come from. Breaking binds, maybe? Realistically, it just looked cool to him, and so he did it.

Oh lord, he's got a Hitler salute. VERY not good

“Send the pegasi to the mines," he blurted.

Noooooooooo, why do you gotta be evil, man. Can't you be at least moderately redeemable?

The outfit he’d picked, like the last one, and the ones before, was a long black jacket with an even darker lining, matched with a long pair of trousers. The buttons were all polished silver, and the cuffs and collars were a fine black fabric, soft and smooth to the touch. Two long pairs of sheen polished black boots were on his hooves, and a black strap with a dazzling buckle rested over his chest.

He even dresses like a nazi. Dude is evil, straight up.

There were so many ponies. So many armbands. So much joy. So much hate.

Nooooooo, don't go full Hitler. Please, don't ;_;

I really like how you've written Light's racism here. It seems like it's becoming less and less about hat3 and more about keeping up aperances. I still hold out hope he stops being evil, butnitnreally isn't looking likely.

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