Earth: "Pfft, screw gravity."

Question: Have any of you ever read any of the books from the series "His Dark Materials" by Philip Pullman?

If the awnser is yes, then hooray! You'll know what I'm talking about! If it's no, here's a link to a brief(ish) summary of the three books that make up the series.

Anyway, in the books, there are things called daemons. They take the form of animals, and are an external representation of one's "inner self".

So, I had an idea.

What if Ponies had something similar?

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As you may or may not know, I have very recently been working, setting up and generally preparing for "going live" with Battlefield:Equestria's new website.

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Here's a little spoiler for my next story, which was inspired by this image.

I think I was human once.

That's what the memories say. These memories were mine, I think. Little more than emotions now, faded by time. A thousand fractured images swirl in what I assume is my mind. Faces, places, people and things.

All gone.

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For those of you who just want to watch that pretty damn awesome fight scene again, here it is!

Also, I think that's the first time I've ever been fully justified in using the term "Fight Scene" in regards to an episode of MLP. Weird.

Oh, and for extra fun, mute the video, open up a suitably epic music track of your choice in a new tab, and then play both at once.

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For those of you who haven't already seen this, here's something pretty wacky.

UFO Attacks Taliban base?

Yes, that's apparently footage of an unidentified flying object blasting the fuck out of a Taliban base.

More disturbingly, it looks like a fucking Star Destroyer.

...Not sure if want.

Given the long history of Equestria, it is difficult to discern when Pony society made the transfer from the relatively uncivilized "nomadic gatherer-tribe" stage to what would become the founders of the first permanent settlements.

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This just sort of formed itself in my head early one morning. I don't know why.

When the world is fire and blood, smoke and ash, where will you be?

When the dark places spread and choke and smother the light, where will you be?

When the cold hands of death reach out for your heart, where will you be?

So, at about 10:35 PM GMT, I revived one of the most bizarre emails. I have ever read.

"Hello.

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What the flying fuck are Breezies?