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Got a thought combined with a theory wrapped up in rambles.
Or I'm completely wrong about some, if not all, of this and I'm just talking nonsense.
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Blackjack as she is now is not the Maiden. That much is obvious, but the reason why she's still not the Maiden yet is due to the Discord harboring/protected Boo. Discord owed her for saving him, and unless my memory is wrong, and as a being of chaos he didn't want her to fall into the planned and ,to him probably, boring routine of forced to followed the path of a prophecy. Boo/Discord has kept Blackjack from becoming the Maiden. It's probably a case of "You can't fight fate" but he's kept Blackjack from becoming it sooner.
The Legate isn't targeting Boo/ Discord because she's the Maiden. He's targeting her so that Blackjack can become the Maiden. And in before people go "Legate is OP, no way he could beat Discord" Discord probably still isn't up to full strength. He's been free four months top, had to follow Blackjack and keep Boo alive through freaky luck.
So, with Discord/Boo dealt with (I doubt fully killed but one can never tell) and Rampage's betrayal revealed(it's obvious at this point), and one more use of the broadcaster to send Blackjack into the warm, golden, "everybody is augmented and I can be accepted as I am" world, bam, Maiden Blackjack.
Or I'm completely wrong about some, if not all, of this and I'm just talking nonsense.
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Moodyman90 wrote:Got a thought combined with a theory wrapped up in rambles.
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Blackjack as she is now is not the Maiden. That much is obvious, but the reason why she's still not the Maiden yet is due to the Discord harboring/protected Boo. Discord owed her for saving him, and unless my memory is wrong, and as a being of chaos he didn't want her to fall into the planned and ,to him probably, boring routine of forced to followed the path of a prophecy. Boo/Discord has kept Blackjack from becoming the Maiden. It's probably a case of "You can't fight fate" but he's kept Blackjack from becoming it sooner.
The Legate isn't targeting Boo/ Discord because she's the Maiden. He's targeting her so that Blackjack can become the Maiden. And in before people go "Legate is OP, no way he could beat Discord" Discord probably still isn't up to full strength. He's been free four months top, had to follow Blackjack and keep Boo alive through freaky luck.
So, with Discord/Boo dealt with (I doubt fully killed but one can never tell) and Rampage's betrayal revealed(it's obvious at this point), and one more use of the broadcaster to send Blackjack into the warm, golden, "everybody is augmented and I can be accepted as I am" world, bam, Maiden Blackjack.
Or I'm completely wrong about some, if not all, of this and I'm just talking nonsense.
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- I originally thought that the maiden was actually BJ's kid and that's why the legate wasn't going to kill her originally because she wasn't pregnant yet (and the kid would count as a maiden from certain PoV). Food for thought!
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Exodus Hero wrote:Moodyman90 wrote:Got a thought combined with a theory wrapped up in rambles.
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Blackjack as she is now is not the Maiden. That much is obvious, but the reason why she's still not the Maiden yet is due to the Discord harboring/protected Boo. Discord owed her for saving him, and unless my memory is wrong, and as a being of chaos he didn't want her to fall into the planned and ,to him probably, boring routine of forced to followed the path of a prophecy. Boo/Discord has kept Blackjack from becoming the Maiden. It's probably a case of "You can't fight fate" but he's kept Blackjack from becoming it sooner.
The Legate isn't targeting Boo/ Discord because she's the Maiden. He's targeting her so that Blackjack can become the Maiden. And in before people go "Legate is OP, no way he could beat Discord" Discord probably still isn't up to full strength. He's been free four months top, had to follow Blackjack and keep Boo alive through freaky luck.
So, with Discord/Boo dealt with (I doubt fully killed but one can never tell) and Rampage's betrayal revealed(it's obvious at this point), and one more use of the broadcaster to send Blackjack into the warm, golden, "everybody is augmented and I can be accepted as I am" world, bam, Maiden Blackjack.
Or I'm completely wrong about some, if not all, of this and I'm just talking nonsense.
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I originally thought that the maiden was actually BJ's kid and that's why the legate wasn't going to kill her originally because she wasn't pregnant yet (and the kid would count as a maiden from certain PoV). Food for thought!
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- My money's on the Maiden being Cognitum, the Eater of Souls, or a fusion of the two.
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Okay, finally finished the chapter! Gonna have to be short thoughts again, because I've got work to do, now more than ever. Here goes!
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Overall: Liked it! Quite enjoyable chapter. Very intense, and fun. Brought Rampage into the forefront, and emphasized that, if she was ever in a good place, she certainly isn't right now. Revelations about Boo/Discord (is Boo all Discord, or just being tugged along?)! Blackjack's brain changes due to preggers! All the big players lined up together (and then some)! Shiny silver armor for Dicksworth McDickington Jr. (AKA Steel Rain)! Lovecraftian abominations! Lovecraftian elder gods! Signs of a heart behind the heartless bureaucracy of the OIA (will wonders never cease?)!
Anyway! Uh, yeah! I... liked all of it, pretty much. Dunno what to tell you, Somber, it was a really legit chapter. Instantly pulled me in and stayed at a pretty high level of quality throughout, maintaining pacing and giving a good couple reveals and twists pretty often. Loved the moonrock sequence, especially the its ending - hilarious and kind of touching. Still not sure whose side everyone is on - the villain lineup looks to be an array of backstabbers, and I'm still not sure where the Legate falls (also felt like the zebra sexy thoughts were perhaps a bit out of place unless they've got some weird origin to them - I know it's Blackjack, but she's not in heat at the mo' and her head really seemed to be in a different place right then; it just stuck out to me). He's in league with some sort of Starkaterri shenanigans, most likely, but who knows what's up with them as yet? My best guess is a cult devoted to the EoS that has been passed down for generations.
What else? Betrayer Rampage, offered death perhaps in return for luring in BJ? She doesn't seem to think BJ's going to lose, though, and has guaranteed her safe passage. Seems more like she's just trying to bring EC-1101 to... somepony. Probably Cognitum, since she was chatting up Steel Rain, and he seems to be a favored son at the moment. But yeah: Rampage without Blackjack's supervision does not go well. Or, perhaps more accurately: Rampage without friends does not go well.
So, yeah! Threads coming together in a grand fashion. Still a bunch more to be tugged into place, of course, but the climax is a-buildin', seems like! Looking forward to the next one, whenever it comes. :) Good luck finding further work, Somber, and thanks for writing this.
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Aye, there was some debate about those in the editing chat.Overlong Analysis Cobalt wrote:also felt like the zebra sexy thoughts were perhaps a bit out of place unless they've got some weird origin to them - I know it's Blackjack, but she's not in heat at the mo' and her head really seemed to be in a different place right then; it just stuck out to me
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- Chapter 64 Edits:
Wow, first page and already one. 'I' should be 'I'm'."I not sure you noticed--"
Remove 'a'.With Rampage along, our progress had picked up a significantly.
As many as...?In three days, we'd covered almost as many blocks.
What does 'mem-' mean here?Rampage yelled, throwing her forehooves around the thick mem- tendril that had been inching toward me[...]
Change 'this' to 'these', or change 'in all this states' to 'in this state'.In all these states, I was, and in all this states, in countless voices, I sang.
Add 'the'.I died, and the only sound that remained was silence and echoing scream of our death.
Change 'what'd' to 'what'.What'd I'd found was a Quartz that was[...]
Remove the first 'or', but if not then I'll stop pointing out if it looks like it should be a list. Add 'a' before 'child', and maybe 'pregnant' before 'with'.A mare that drank illegally, or did chems, or took risks was socially castigated. You dimply didn't do it when you were with child.
This chapter felt short. I feel like, in the very least, we should've gotten more about the Glass mote, as that was pretty interesting. I had before wondered what happened to Discord, and some people were trying to understand Boo's sentience, so glad we got an answer to both. On the other hand, Discord couldn't have been controlling her before he was released, so it still begs the question of how she was before Blackjack met her.
Here's a random thought: if Blackjack can't find a way to carry her baby through to the end, will Angel kill it while Blackjack's asleep? That would lead to some pretty interesting character development for Rampage (who'd be blamed by Blackjack for something she didn't do).
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Wow, I hadn't even noticed, but that actually worked very well! If you do this more often, I think it'll be worth it not to find a way to read it white-on-black. I download the RTF, convert to MOBI and send that to my Kindle Fire to read most of my books, but the one thing I've disliked was that the color is always black. Never knew it was because RTF had color support (But it turns the default color to black! Fuck!).O. Hinds wrote:@RoboRed:
Ah, good, it seems to be working, at least to some degree. We had rather a bit of an argument over just how the Eater's direct… "speech" ought to be represented, and eventually I put in some very subtle green. The idea was to try and trip some uncanny valley uncertainty.RoboRed wrote:That was...I don't know what to say about that...was that green text or were my eyes freaking out from staring at the screen for too long?
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Ah, thank you.Dekshuduph wrote:
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Wow, first page and already one. 'I' should be 'I'm'."I not sure you noticed--"Remove 'a'.With Rampage along, our progress had picked up a significantly.As many as...?In three days, we'd covered almost as many blocks.What does 'mem-' mean here?Rampage yelled, throwing her forehooves around the thick mem- tendril that had been inching toward me[...]Change 'this' to 'these', or change 'in all this states' to 'in this state'.In all these states, I was, and in all this states, in countless voices, I sang.Add 'the'.I died, and the only sound that remained was silence and echoing scream of our death.Change 'what'd' to 'what'.What'd I'd found was a Quartz that was[...]Remove the first 'or', but if not then I'll stop pointing out if it looks like it should be a list. Add 'a' before 'child', and maybe 'pregnant' before 'with'.A mare that drank illegally, or did chems, or took risks was socially castigated. You dimply didn't do it when you were with child.
This chapter felt short. I feel like, in the very least, we should've gotten more about the Glass mote, as that was pretty interesting. I had before wondered what happened to Discord, and some people were trying to understand Boo's sentience, so glad we got an answer to both. On the other hand, Discord couldn't have been controlling her before he was released, so it still begs the question of how she was before Blackjack met her.
Here's a random thought: if Blackjack can't find a way to carry her baby through to the end, will Angel kill it while Blackjack's asleep? That would lead to some pretty interesting character development for Rampage (who'd be blamed by Blackjack for something she didn't do).
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Wow, I hadn't even noticed, but that actually worked very well! If you do this more often, I think it'll be worth it not to find a way to read it white-on-black. I download the RTF, convert to MOBI and send that to my Kindle Fire to read most of my books, but the one thing I've disliked was that the color is always black. Never knew it was because RTF had color support (But it turns the default color to black! Fuck!).O. Hinds wrote:@RoboRed:Ah, good, it seems to be working, at least to some degree. We had rather a bit of an argument over just how the Eater's direct… "speech" ought to be represented, and eventually I put in some very subtle green. The idea was to try and trip some uncanny valley uncertainty.RoboRed wrote:That was...I don't know what to say about that...was that green text or were my eyes freaking out from staring at the screen for too long?
As many as the number of days.Dekshuduph wrote:As many as...?
Ah, it means the wrong sort of dash, I think. Sorry.Dekshuduph wrote:What does 'mem-' mean here?
This bit is conversational.Dekshuduph wrote:Remove the first 'or', but if not then I'll stop pointing out if it looks like it should be a list.
…Why?Dekshuduph wrote:Add 'a' before 'child', and maybe 'pregnant' before 'with'.
Thanks! :)Dekshuduph wrote:Wow, I hadn't even noticed, but that actually worked very well!
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It's a common noun so an article should be used to introduce it. As for the latter, it was just specifics, but probably isn't needed.O. Hinds wrote:…Why?Dekshuduph wrote:Add 'a' before 'child', and maybe 'pregnant' before 'with'.
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"With child" is an idiom that means "pregnant."Dekshuduph wrote:It's a common noun so an article should be used to introduce it. As for the latter, it was just specifics, but probably isn't needed.O. Hinds wrote:…Why?Dekshuduph wrote:Add 'a' before 'child', and maybe 'pregnant' before 'with'.
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Ah, yes. Sorry for not clarifying that myself, Dekshuduph.Icy Shake wrote:"With child" is an idiom that means "pregnant."Dekshuduph wrote:It's a common noun so an article should be used to introduce it. As for the latter, it was just specifics, but probably isn't needed.O. Hinds wrote:…Why?Dekshuduph wrote:Add 'a' before 'child', and maybe 'pregnant' before 'with'.
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Sorry I'm a full week late with this. Last weekend, I'd just started Hard Reset, and I kinda had to finish the trilogy before I could break off a chunk of time to sit down and read this (since, as previously mentioned, I hate having to stop in the middle of a PH chapter.)
- Chapter 64 Commentary:
Oh, like Evangelion! :)"Fully powered up, I have maybe five minutes before I crash."
That made me giggle out loud. Just so you know. I think I kinda like the idea that zebras are a species of Badass Normals, except that that sort of applies to ponies too. Ponies just tend to be less combat-and-survival oriented.“None that you know about. She could probably track down a functioning conductor on a cloudy day with nothing but a candle and half a screwdriver.”
Ugggh. I'd rather not.“Don’t know what they are, per se. Think… Horizon Labs…”
Woah. That's... freaky. Like the Canterlot broadcasters in reverse.“When I try and use my broadcaster... I… go out of it. Every time I use it I… I dunno? Dream? Hallucinate? I’m not sure which any more. I just stand there blissing out at how awesome the Core is.
Huh... that's new.But the normally timid mare ran to where the wire linked me to the monster, the strange plastic medallion in her mouth. As it drew near, the silver filament began to resonate, then glow. The wire then broke with a bright flash accompanied by a crackle of magical radiation, and the screaming abomination let out a new scream... this one of pain.
Please tell me that's not what happened to all the liquefied residents.The foul mass quivered but then went still, the flesh disintegrating before our eyes and deluging back into the shaft.
Moon Prism Power, Make Up! ...nah, I'm just kidding. But it would be kind of hilarious, all the same.“I’m just doing this to top off my power levels, understand?” I asked before levitating it to my mouth and biting off a delicate, ladylike sliver of the stone.
So there ARE more than six or seven in there! I guess the others are too old or weak-willed or traumatized to surface...The grin multiplied in the air behind her as dozens of shadow ponies began to appear, all smiling at me. One had darker stripes. Another a choker of barbed wire. A third dripped blood. There were dozens more behind her, some distinct, others vague.
Shadowy isn't evil shadowy isn't evil shadowy isn't evil... I wonder what this says about Peppermint. And it may be a good thing she didn't have the Star Sword with her right then. There are things you really don't want to look in the eye.My eyes drifted over to Boo. Her strings glistened as they were tugged. From above, the shadowy thing manipulating the puppeteer’s crossbars peered back at me and raised a finger to its lips.
The Buzz Aldrin reference kind of made me tear up...It landed on the still, airless dust, and a voyager stepped out, and her eyes beheld the stars and us and the magnificent desolation all around us.
But most of all... know when to let go.“We can’t leave now!” I blurted. “There has to be something… a terminal… a file… something that will tell me what Horizons is and how it works.”
I'm getting the distinct impression that these six were loyal specifically to Goldie, and once Horse replaced him, they did their best to keep Horse out of the loop.Good work on keeping Horse’s hooves off the SPP. I was about to rainboom him if he nagged me one more time on a ‘remote override’ for the system.
Huh... I don't quite get it. The inch that makes the difference between standing on a cliff and falling off of it?“An inch,” Trottenheimer said quietly. “It is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing worth having.”
Either Rampage just found Steel Rain, or one of his supposed allies just went rogue. Either way, I don't lay long odds for the guys out in the hall.“Do not –Kzzzzzrt- I get there!” A moment later came a shout of alarm, “No! Wh--you do--” and then silence.
...uh. Wut?Hah! I knew that Rampage…
…would be talking with Steel Rain, who was now in fancy, sparkling silver armor? I gaped at her and then at him. Their lips moved, but what were they talking about? He was smiling, his helmet casually on his back. She frowned, waving her hoof up and behind her. Steel Rain answered, and Rampage scowled at him, then gave a terse nod, turned, and walked away.
Why did that work?The swarmers’ buzz took on a confused note, the hundreds of machines looking at me in bafflement. Then they moved away, hovering in that horrible, deformed cloud.
I guess that explains the quakes. Must be magically reinforced or something.Even worse, though, was the M.A.S. structure. I watched as, in front of me, it slowly sank into the ground with a persistent rumble, the glass shattering and the walls slowly crumpling as it sank inexorably into the recesses of the earth.
No, wait, that explains the quakes. Cogs is obviously building a Death Star superlaser down there.The glow in the pit beside us flared, casting a beam of baleful energy into the sky above. The clouds exploded with a chain of green lightning that danced from the heavens to the spires of the Core and rebounded to the sky once more.
Oh shit. The Man Behind the Man.“NAY! COGNITUM IS BUT A SHADOW OF MY GLORY!"
Well okay then. And said creator would be Horse, I assume. So who the fuck are you, the Tokomare itself? The Eater? I thought the EoS would be too alien to communicate directly.SHE WOULD SEE ME A TOOL! A DEVICE! SHE AND HER CREATOR BOTH! THEY WOULD ENSLAVE ME!
It's crazy people all the way down...HER MINION, DAWN, MISTOOK MY SUPREMACY FOR COGNITUM’S, WHO SEDUCED WITH HONEYED WORDS.
Okay, that's... that's kind of badass. I'm assuming that's Echo... hoping that's Echo...“Takes one to know one,” a voice muttered sarcastically in my ear.
This whole place is so freaking Lovecraftian. I have no idea what's going on, it doesn't follow the rules I'm familiar with, and I don't even have a reference frame for figuring out the new rules.I turned and saw my friend... her stomach bulged grotesquely beneath her, and vestigial limbs poked from her shoulders and hips. Her entire body seemed to have the consistency of chewed gum as she stood at the edge of the pit. I watched the silhouettes of heads bulge beneath her striped hide, mouths moving silently.
Hoo boy. Getting close to the source, huh?The air between the towering stacks was filled with countless pale white wisps wandering through the air.
I just wanted to do the right thing. Well, I feel like we can trust this mote, anyway...“Right about what, sir?” the mare I occupied asked.
“About what I’ve done, Glass.”
Ahhh... just what was needed to distract away from reserching how to cast Holy, huh? And Folly was the gun-shaped culmination of Starfall...“This scroll, found in the zebra ruins we excavated years ago, outlines a ritual for calling power from the heavens. It was something we considered back before Megaspells. We named it ‘Project Starfall’.” He gave a shaky smile. “Fluttershy surprised us all with her megaspell matrix. [...] Starfall changed, became focused on weaponizing megaspell research, but I never forgot this scroll. The power of the stars themselves.”
Well, there was that thing yelling from the pit, for one.Rampage was silent for a long while as she stroked my mane. “What higher power did you piss the fuck off, Blackjack?” Rampage asked in soft exasperation.
Considering you were just chatting it up with Steel Rain -- in private, given that you knocked out his guards -- I care.“Leave me with EC-1101. Who cares who dicks with it? You go.”
Awwww shit. Do the upgrades and having swallowed some Moon Stone make her the Maiden now?“You would be mistaken,” a calm, familiar voice replied as it advanced through the assembled ruins. The powerful, striped form stepped into view, his dragon skull helm gleaming atop his head and the cloth wrappings around his hooves and torso caught in a faint breeze.
Just be glad all your pregnancy hormones are in working order.Sweet Celestia, did I need to be spayed?
Still no, huh? Do I smell a lingering "But you will be"?There is no question, whatsoever, that you are not the Maiden of our lore.
Yes... yes, I have. But given who I suspect you are, I'm not inclined to side with you against her.“Haven’t you wondered, Blackjack? Such a helpless mare, all alone, desperate for your protection. Seeking to accompany you? Haven’t you wondered about her odd luck? The way she always survives while her enemies die in odd... often amusing, ways?”
Okay, so that's who was making snide remarks about the voice from the pit. And all the talk about "fun" and "boring" sounds a whole lot like Discord...“Oh, what’s the fun in that, Lego? Doing what’s expected is so dreadfully boring,” Boo said as she stood, giving a dismissive wave of her hoof. “What’s wrong with me spicing things up a bit?”
Hah! Okay. Huh. But Boo was Boo before Discord was freed -- learning to scavenge and survive, saving BJ and then accidentally shooting her, Discord had no input on that. So this solves several mysteries but leaves a couple more untouched.“You should have died when Blackjack freed you, but you hitched along in that empty vessel.” The Legate pointed a hoof at the mare. “It’s time for you to die, Discord!”
Edit: I really should have realized Discord would show up when the chapter quote was one of his.
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Did you mean "popped"?I looked down at my hooves as my flesh bopped through the seams and twisted around my augments...
You meant the Cakes, not the Pies, right?The papers on her desk talked about the Pies asking about secret projects and a memo from Horse that he’d take care of it. He asked for their itinerary… Withers Sugarcube Corner subsidiary. Hoofington Museum of Natural History. Hoofington Sports Arena. Flankfurt Sugarcube Corner operations office…
This should be "sabotage efforts". If you replace it with another task, like "rescuer efforts", it becomes clearly wrong.Internally, however, were messages about megaspell tests being conducted underground in the Appaloosan desert, intelligence operations behind enemy lines, saboteur efforts, counterintelligence, and a whole host of other concerns.
Unquestionably. Unquestioning would mean "I took my orders without asking questions."“Are you sure you don’t know anything about it?”
“Unquestioningly,” Trottenheimer answered.
I don't think it has that kind of ammo capacity. You meant a perfectly-placed cluster of five, right?Penance fired five perfectly placed clusters in the helmet of one of the Rangers, and he went down.
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The Star Dream way back in 34 said as much.TyrannisUmbra wrote:The moon is made of the souls of millions of creatures who lived before Equestria's time? I didn't see that one coming.
From the great impact a ring of stone formed, the pieces drawing together to collect the tiny specks of life.
BJ presumably gets that weird collective perspective of ancient Equestria because of the myriad souls contained in the piece of moonstone she ate. This vision, in fact, implies that everything was already dead when the Eater crashed. Either its approach focused the Enervation that was already raining down on Equestria, or it arrived just behind the wavefront to collect the bounty of fresh souls.
Absolutely. Starmetal resonates with Enervation -- the spell's direct effects are too small to notice beyond the range of the EoS's influence. It seems that it less strongly affects those who have 'attuned' to it, which means somehow warping one's own soul to match the Eater's, and presumably becoming a slave to its will in the process.TyrannisUmbra wrote:Luna's banishment. The creatures comforted her. "The scream" is the lingering effects of that cosmic megaspell... maybe it's linked to starmetal? Nightmare Moon's armor was starmetal.
That's definitely how I interpreted it. Or rather, the "song" can be thought of as purity of soul. It indicates how attuned they are to the power of Harmony, with corruption gradually muting the song in their heart. But even the greediest, most dishonest, disloyal, unkind, and humorless pony would be merely "silent" in that regard -- it's only when they subordinate themselves to the Eater's will and start actively working against Harmony that they take the scream of Enervation into themselves. That's how I read it, anyway.TyrannisUmbra wrote:This is definitely interesting. Some have a muted "song". Could "song" be how this being sees a soul? It makes sense to think of Goldenblood having a scarred soul.
TyrannisUmbra wrote:I think Horizons is meant to send a rocket filled with starmetal to the moon. To blow up the moon (And as a result, Equestria).
I sorta don't think so. Sending a rocket to the moon just seems too... well... simple, I guess. And prone to failure, 200+ years later without maintenance. Ultimately, the starmetal/moonstone reaction is a losing bet for the Eater of Souls -- contact with even a tiny chip of moonstone melts away a relatively vast amount of starmetal. Trottenheimer stated that the optimal reaction ratio was 1000 parts starmetal to 1 part moonstone. Goldie then asked about the effect of a reaction involving 10,000 metric tons of moonstone at optimal ratio, which means 10 million metric tons of starmetal -- a literal mountain. I can't even imagine the rocket you'd need to deliver that, nor anything short of the Eater itself supplying that much. "Just what it wanted" surely wouldn't involve its own suicide.
Oh.
Oh dear.
But we just saw a device built by Goldie from one kilogram of starmetal, which processed moonstone to increase its own mass several hundredfold. If the entire rocket were made of starmetal, that would make it practically indestructable, and if it soft-landed and proceeded to process moonstone to increase its own mass after arrival...
Shit.
Guys, I think I just figured out Project Horizons.
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If souls can be bent to form new starmetal, do you think that might be the aim of spreading enervation? Would it send these souls somewhere where they could be processed?
- Oh, and chapter things:
- “You don’t finish nightmares, Goldie. You wake up from them.”
I really like Trottenheimer. The above quote set it for me, and this latest sample of his unwavering loyalty only seals the deal. I can't really say if he's moral because we've only seen glimpses of him and his work. In some ways he seems like the Goldie to Goldie, trying to keep him on the right path just like Goldenblood tries to do for the country. And doing about as good a job of it, too, though mostly due to Goldenblood's stubbornness.
And... um... EQD? I laughed, but I also groaned. And then Blackjack makes a comment about how a Harbinger's face would get a thousand hits in an hour... is this the reason Blackjack couldn't get out of the core? She developed an internet addiction?
Notice that the Ministry of Image is intact... Is this a symbol? I'm pressed to think so. Notice that the Ministry of Morale looks fine on the outside but is falling apart on the inside. The other buildings seem to have very... specific destruction as well. What does this relatively untouched building mean for PH Rarity? Is it about the statuettes? A comment on being enduring? Is there some secret I'm missing?
That whole sequence was wonderful. The vivid, captivating descriptions of the Ministry Mare psyches right through to the tense walk, uncanny Neutered God, and straight into Momma Rampage in a touching and believable scene (with a dash of treachery). The only thing that pulls me out is the... em, 'stallion talk.' I get it's kind of a running gag, but it trips up the atmosphere something fierce.
Oh, and what's this about Boo being puppeted by Discord? Oh, if only someone had seen this sooner. If only they had been crying 'BOO IS A PLANT' after near every chapter. Oh wait that was me. Oh how silly of me to forget. /smugsmug
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Yeah, I know how that feels. Re Hard Reset, are you considering reading Hard Reset 2: Reset Harder? I've been enjoying it, and I never even read Eakin's trilogy (although I might, if time permits).SilentCarto wrote:Sorry I'm a full week late with this. Last weekend, I'd just started Hard Reset, and I kinda had to finish the trilogy before I could break off a chunk of time to sit down and read this (since, as previously mentioned, I hate having to stop in the middle of a PH chapter.)
That's basically the way I thought of it. Basically, I think of the cheesemonger from FoE's philosophy, but with someone who seems like less of an insincere, manipulative jackass.SilentCarto wrote:Huh... I don't quite get it. The inch that makes the difference between standing on a cliff and falling off of it?“An inch,” Trottenheimer said quietly. “It is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing worth having.”
- Chapter Seven Running Thoughts:
- The first pony I killed had been a male unicorn getting removed; that had been before I even got my cutie mark. I’d been told to tell him that he was now U-21 and ask him to report to security. I didn’t know what that meant at the time. I took my sweet time doing it, going to the atrium cafeteria for a green gel smoothie, poking in on Midnight trying to learn her PipBuck routines, and taking a nap on a humming moisture condenser before I finally found him. He’d just smiled sadly and walked back with me.
I remember his white and red striped mane, like a candy cane. I remember his laugh. How sad his eyes looked as he walked beside me. Mom read the formal statement, I gave him his last dot, and then we stood by as the medics gave him a shot. He closed his eyes. Let out one last breath. That was it. I could almost imagine he was sleeping, except I knew he’d never wake up.
Sometimes I hear that what happened in 99 was implausible. That it couldn't happen in a Stable, or that only monsters could perpetuate it. But then I think about the real world (for immediate recent reference, see Clarence Thomas's [shorter:] "I never experienced racism growing up in 1950s/'60s Georgia, but there was a ton in the Ivy League universities"), and of course details like this. How it's easy and commonplace to instill in children moral and procedural beliefs that will live on into adulthood. It doesn't mean that doing it is right, or entirely absolve the children, once grown, of what they then do, but it's not just easy to understand how this can happen, but it's something that to a greater or lesser extent many of us see every day of our lives.
At Pony Joe’s I’d tried to turn Glory into a killer just like me. Mad? Upset? Scared? Kill somepony. Pick you right up.
Well, you did get the killer part. She didn't take to the killing as catharsis part quite as well, though.
Fluttershy said to do better. Better for me was increasing my body count. And the final twist? I ended up with my body completely healed. I felt great.
Beyond the mere fact that healing was necessary for the story to go on, I do like that both here and elsewhere (e.g., the period roughly from after P-21's suicide attempt to Blackjack's first death), her mental and emotional health moves in the opposite direction of her physical condition.
“Blackjack. Are you sure you’re okay?” P-21 repeated the question, his dark eyes locked on mine, lips curled in a worried frown.
“Yeah. Just fine.” Shoot me now P-21. “Let’s grab Glory and get paid.” Shoot me before I kill somepony else. “Come on.” Please, P-21. “Let’s go.” Please.
This is something that happens quite a bit, though the reasons often change. The closest is probably the lead-in to Star Point, but there are echoes in the Goddess's inhibiting of Blackjack's speech and even regarding Blackjack's pregnancy in chapter 65.
It looked more to me like some kind of weird bondage gear with beam pistols attached.
And Blackjack's two-track mind collapses them into perhaps one and a half.
If it wasn’t my fault, was it his for leaving the choice up to me? Glory’s for not stopping me? The Enclave for reconnecting the maneframe to the maintenance robots? Redheart? Fluttershy? Should I just blame ponies who fucked up two centuries before I was even born? Celestia? Zebras? Who was to blame? Who had to pay for what I’d done?
There was a great comment thread on Bad Horse's FimFiction blog a little while back in which one person (TitaniumDragon, perhaps?) said something I simply loved and that I hope sticks with me: blame doesn't add up to 100%. I think that that succinctly expressed something that I'd felt but couldn't effectively put into words for some time. And I think it applies here. Sometimes there's too much blame to go around, as there are many who in their own way are fully responsible; other times, there may be nobody. And I think that that applies here. The problem is that Blackjack so early on still needs simplicity, a way to see right and wrong as clearly as if it were highlighted in yellow or red—so when it gets hard, she takes it on herself.
He tried to say something, but simply gagged as I shoved him hard against the wall and magically swung the baton till his head went from convex to concave. Two.
One look at the shotgun and I tossed it aside. A single shot between reloads? My baton was better. I did levitate a clip of lead rounds for the automatic pistol out of my pocket and swapped ammunition before running back at the second pair Glory was keeping occupied.
The tone of the narration in this fight scene is very, very different from that of the last chapter, much more clinical and to-the-point, where then it ranged from fearful to horrified to, at times, determined and passionate. It's clear that Blackjack's heart isn't in it the way it was then, and she may in fact have come down from something approaching a manic episode in the immediate aftermath of "Red Light, Green Light" to a depressive one here.
I’d once heard getting your horn smashed was like having all four legs cut off.
Foreshadowing!
“They work a pony to death, and it doesn’t take long.” Nine, my head started to count.
“Blackjack,” P-21 said in worry as I lifted the SMG, ejected the clip, and loaded it with explosive rounds.
Glory landed next to me. “Blackjack, stop. Please!”
Red rage boiled in my vision and I ignored them as I pressed it against the unicorn’s head. Nine…
“What the fuck is wrong with you people? Aren’t fucking raiders enough? Why the fuck are you doing this shit? Why!” I screamed in her face, pressing the short barrel against her clenched eye. “Am I going to have to kill every single fucked up pony in the Goddesses-damned Wasteland just to end this shit? Am I?” I roared as I stared into her terrified eye.
And, upon seeing that there was choice involved here, not the raiders' madness, emotion returns.
She’d chosen to perpetuate this nightmare. Her life was forfeit! I just had to end her. End everything. Make it nine!
Be strong. Be kind.
My grip on the SMG trembled as I slowly pulled away from her eye. “Well how’s that working for you?” I snapped. Eight was enough. One was enough. Fuck, I was crying now too.
The help of friends she doesn't even know she has is a big part of what helps her to stop, but that doesn't diminish P-21's or Glory's role, or, for that matter, the bits of Blackjack's own compassion that still showed through.
“Get the fuck out of here. Find another line of work. Tell every slaver you know to find another line of work. I see you doing this shit again and I will turn you into paint! Do you understand me?” I shouted into her face.
Blackjack, sadly, you didn't really pull off the Batman speech. Sorry. Better luck next time. But not too bad an attempt given it was come up with in the heat of the moment.
“Blackjack,” Glory said quietly. “I wanted to kill her too.” Slowly I raised my head to stare at the delicate, compact pegasus as she closed her eyes. “At first it was because I thought she was a raider, but when I saw they were slavers… I wanted them dead. How dare they buy and sell ponies for bottle caps?”
I'm having trouble deciding to what extent there was a difference between Glory's feelings before and after her realization. It could just be projection, but I do think I might just see in the dialog reason to take it as in the first place being a reluctant acceptance of the need to kill Hoofington raiders, replaced by a greater desire to rid the place of the slavers.
“Besides. What are the chances we’ll run into raiders between here and Megamart?”
1 – ε? Maybe less before you said that?
I had to admit, I liked the music. So much of it was upbeat. The parts that were sad were also a relief. When DJ Pon3 came on I cringed,
This seems to also be a common reaction among people who didn't like FoE.
Occasionally he referenced other ponies fighting the good fight all across Equestria. One that he called the ‘Stable Dweller’ seemed to have completely shut down a town of slavers. Now that was impressive.
And it doesn't occur to Blackjack that something similar to what she feels is happening between DJ Pon3 and her might be going on between him and the Stable Dweller.
I doubted the Stable Dweller would ever kill a room full of helpless ponies.
You might just be surprised.
And it seems like she’s got a bone to pick with the slavers in Paradise. Let’s play the audio!”
Do we ever see how Homage got the audio?
“I’m not a fucking hero!” I yelled at him, so angry I was glad that I wasn’t holding a gun. Thirteen. Oh wait… I was…
Good little bit, quickly showing both Blackjack's emotionality, her lack of perceptiveness and self-awareness, and the danger that those cause together.
“I think you are an individual and judge you accordingly, instead of holding you to some romantic ideal of how I think you should act.”
The message feels right, but it's not the most natural-sounding dialog Somber's written. The upshot is it's really what Blackjack needs to hear, even if that itself is reflective of other problems; the need to have your self-loathing validated isn't a positive indicator of emotional wellbeing.
“What would be the point of having a pile of caps? To swim in it?” Bottlecap said with a smile as she dug out one of the caps and held it up.
Given the sharper edges of bottlecaps than coins, I'd say you probably don't want to Scrooge McDuck them.
“I used my power to kill children,” I said as I clenched my eyes shut. I could still hear the singing. Why had we sung as they died? Forty…
You weren't exactly fiddling while Rome burned. It was a somber, respectful send-off, not something you did for fun.
Here was a pony that had lived in the Wasteland her entire life and refused to sell out her integrity. Even when it hurt her business, she insisted on doing the right thing. I didn’t really think it was possible for businesses to care more about their effects than wealth.
I'm not really sure how I feel about this. Mainly, it seems a little odd that Blackjack would have much impression at all on business given it doesn't really seem that she was ever all that exposed to a particularly capitalistic system. Or maybe she picked up a little bit in school or something, and it's based on that.
Then, of course, there was the whiskey. I had to admit that I’d never really drunk before. We didn’t have alcohol in Stable 99, so my first drink went down like a Sparkle-Cola. Once I’d stopped coughing and choking, I figured out that whiskey was supposed to be drunk slowly rather than fast, and soon I had a pleasant warmth in my belly that quickly drove out all the fears and doubts rolling around in my skull. I felt happy.
Blackjack and whiskey forever! More seriously, it's nice seeing Blackjack do something that isn't business, and to see her happy.
He stepped back, eyes widening, and I curled up as tightly as I could, giggling, “Mine’s bigger.” Gun fired.
Wee…. I’m flying!
Whoopsie. Never mind. Gravity works.
I swear, seeing the world through drunk Blackjack's eyes is just the best. And she gets funnier lines, the narration's personality gets much more playful, it's all just so much fun.
- Chapter Seven Overall Thoughts:
- A much more balanced chapter than "Play" was. It split pretty evenly between wrapping up the Fluttershy Medical Center and the scene with Roses's slavers on the one hand and Megamart on the other.
I'd say that this is the first chapter where the Blackjack Angst Machine really throttles up, following the euthanasia of the FMC children. I think it works, and the way she handles the slavers demonstrates that it really is affecting her. The death counting gave a focal point, and the tone of the narration was pretty bleak, the writing also somewhat Spartan.
No surprise, it's around now that Glory and P-21 start to be more concerned about Blackjack. And justifiably so, given how she starts waving around a loaded gun in their faces while ranting at them.
I think that it was a good choice to have Glory be the one to tell Blackjack that she wanted to kill the slavers; she's the one that Blackjack thinks of as more innocent, notably regretting how she had tried to get her to see killing raiders as fun, and P-21 already had said as much as that he wanted to kill everyone. However, her harsh reaction to slavers here is something of a contrast to her accommodative stance regarding it in the Society later on; granted, that could just be an effect of getting used to the Wasteland and starting to see the Society as an imperfect system that could still be better than whatever would happen if they overturned its society.
Bottlecap was both one of the high points and the low points of the chapter, for me. On the positive side, her character becomes much more developed and she outlines an alternative model for how the world might improve, through trade. More important, though, is how she downplays Blackjack as a hero, helping to lower the bar to which she compares herself and kind of offering validation of her self-recriminations, while emphasizing that in their world, nobody is free from guilt: even just sitting in a glorified shop, she played a role in the deaths of thousands by facilitating trade in bounties and the supplies needed to kill. The downside was that some of her lines didn't come off as things someone would actually say, in terms of diction and more prominently sentence structure. Somewhat similar to Watcher's early interactions with Blackjack, but without the backstory to support vaguely machinelike speech.
We're also introduced to one of my favorite ships: Whiskey/Jack! Alcohol makes Blackjack more fun and funnier in her dialog, narration, and actions, and it just makes me happy whenever she gets drunk. Granted, much of that is just that I like reading happy Blackjack, and the two are pretty correlated.
Lastly, the biggest plot points of the chapter are Blackjack being sent off to do something about the demand side for slaves, starting with Brimstone's Fall (unofficially, of course) and the gigantic bounty placed on Blackjack's head and PipBuck, which will go on to help define the next ten or so chapters.
- Chapter Seven Editing:
- I killed him because I never once asked the question: Is this right or wrong?
"Is" shouldn't be capitalized.
“It wasn’t your-“
Second hyphen for dash.
and drove every inch into her eye socket. One
flew up and over the trees back towards the camp. I hesitated.
only one space after period.
because he told them what you’d done.” Glory said with a curious smile
period should be comma
“It feels like a lie. Like he’s playing up all the best parts and overlooking what really happens. Sure, I got the Society ponies to work with the Eggheads, but what about all the other stuff that happened?” Would DJ Pon3 give me such high praise if he’d known what I did back in the hospital? Even playing that recording… like I’m going to take out every slaver I come across…”
I think that the first closing quotation mark should be deleted. Otherwise, there should be a second opening quotation mark somewhere after it.
shot first and my PipBuck was red.” Thirteen
only one space after quotation
I clenched my eyes shut but all I kept seeing were ponies dying.
I think that "were" should be "was," as it 's looking back to "all."
A faded plastic banner hung near the ceiling reading ‘Megamart, always lowest prices, always highest quality.’
Period to outside of quotation marks, probably.
A strange photograph of two groups of soldiers in the parking lot; one in green combat armor and the other… zebras with red stripes?
semicolon to comma?
Twenty-five hundred from the Society Account.
I'm not sure "Account" should be capitalized.
I laughed softly, hoping I wasn’t being too rude. “Sorry, but you sound so serious
I said as I clenched my eyes shut. I could still hear
only one space after the period
“Ante up.” I heard a mare, Keystone, I think her name was, say from
period should be comma, should have only one space after quotation
Then, of course, there was the whiskey. I had to admit that I’d never really drunk before. We didn’t have alcohol in Stable 99, so my first drink went down like a Sparkle-Cola.
should there be a modifier for "We didn't have alcohol," like "legitimate," "legal," or "much"?
The unicorn buck stood at the end of a row of scrap metal. His brown mane and tan hide were nothing spectacular. The only thing that stood out was an odd cutie mark. A cutie mark identical to P-21’s.
elsewhere he's brown-coated. Suggest switching this to brown coat, tan mane
“Oh horse…” I started to say, when a powerful telekinetic field wrapped around my throat and squeezed tight,
ellipsis should be dash: she was cut off, not trailing off
lifting me into the air. Then what I’d taken for
only one space after period
Wee…. I’m flying!
should have only three dots in ellipsis.
I guessed Gun’s shells didn’t go boom like Deus’
"Deus's"
You want to collect, bring me her head and her PipBuck -intact- to the Arena!
second hyphen and symmetrical spacing for dashes
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I don't know about anyone else, but I get a 403: Forbidden error on these images. Maybe you ought to copy them to a public server like ServImg first.Borsuq wrote:Why is Rampage the least favorite of my characters, you might ask? Well:
You said it, Obito! And those that betray their companions? They're even worse! Take it away, Itachi!
Oh, we already know about the second weapon. It's Folly.chinman wrote:nor the fact that Goldie let slip that there is a second weapon that would hopefully destroy the Eater without having the rather nasty side effect of destroying the world along with it.
Entry 3> G.B. [Goldenblood] came to me last night. I’ve no idea how he bypasses security. I’ve never seen him so… disturbed. For once, [Goldenblood] appeared quite at a loss, and he was truly desperate for my expertise. After [Project Horizons] and [Project Starfall], haven’t I done enough? No. For him, for his faith in believing in me when none would… I owe him this. He swore it would never be used on [Princess Luna] or [Princess Celestia]. He said the most peculiar thing: ‘There are greater threats.’ I am uneasy, but I will do this for him. [...]
Entry 5> [Goldenblood] has provided the metal, flux, and cores necessary. As I am working for a firearms manufacturer, I craft the devices in the shape of bullets and guns. It is true enough to their function. I warned [Goldenblood] of the risks, but he was quite dismissive.
Let's review the prophecies, per Xanthe:Scienza wrote:My money's on the Maiden being Cognitum, the Eater of Souls, or a fusion of the two.
The Star Maiden. The one who brings death, chaos and destruction. The reaper of the lost land. The Star Maiden is she who is born from the cursed soil of the damned city. She will be flesh and steel, touched by the stars and chosen as their champion. Where she travels, chaos and strife will follow. It is she that shall bear evil from the ground, usher in the final days of the world, snuff out the sun forever and call down the moon. She shall summon storms, unleash plague, command unholy fire, destroy all in her path and all who follow in her wake. Female shall desire female, male shall desire male, and unholy coupling between the species will commence where she travels. With [her] left hoof [she] will bring down the fires of the sun, and with [her] right [she] will call down the moon!
"Chaos and strife" is kind of a wash; it certainly causes chaos and strife when the oppressed rise up against their oppressors, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. This really just means she shakes up the status quo.
The "plagues and storms" bit gets into the part that I'm not sure is a real prophecy at all. Vitiosus has apparently had plenty of time to adjust the prophecy to his needs, and all the predictions of doom and gloom and immorality seem calculated to keep the zebras firmly on his side, no matter what.
In particular, the part about homosexuality and interracial relationships smells like a scare tactic targeted at a group that is already homophobic and xenophobic. Bluebelle's response seems more indicative of the typical pony reaction: "You say that like it's a bad thing." I wonder if that part were only subtly warped, and its original text was couched more in terms of different groups coming together in harmony.
The "left hoof, right hoof" part seems to go back to serious prophecy that I could see BJ fulfilling. But we know something Xanthe doesn't -- the stars aren't evil. So I have to question anything that suggests that being the stars' chosen would automatically make her a monster. I have two ideas on that.
First, assuming the Star Maiden is evil: I have this sneaking suspicion that the True Maiden will be Cognitum playing Grand Theft Me with BJ's body. She's already indicated that BJ is being reserved for some 'great destiny', which is presumably to be the Body of the Goddess. And since Cog is Luna's mind and BJ has become a worthy vessel with her alicorn upgrades, I'm thinking there's only one Maiden of the Stars, and it's Nightmare Moon.
This could be the meaning of "bear evil from the ground" -- quite literally, if Cognitum hitches a ride in BJ's head. Storms, plagues, and unholy fire have been involved in BJ's quest, but she doesn't exactly throw them at anyone. Kind of the opposite, really. Well, okay, she's been involved in more than one balefire detonation, but none of them were deliberate on her part. And I'm not sure Cogs could be said to unleash plagues and summon storms, unless you count her indirect involvement with Lighthooves. Still, if you're mixing up prophecies about BJ herself and Cogs-driving-BJ, it might work out to some kind of accuracy. In this case, Vitiosus could be well-intentioned and merely deluded and unaware of the shades of gray involved. I did notice that in this chapter, he didn't say BJ wasn't the Star Maiden yet. He simply said he knew it wasn't her.
Second, assuming the Star Maiden is good: This pretty much requires Vitiosus to be explicitly evil, in league with the Eater, and deliberately lying to his people. Which isn't at all unbelievable; it seems like Sekashi must have stumbled onto information to that effect in order to incite Vitiosus' wrath, and something in Hoofington is definitely creating new cyborg zebras. If the Brood is made up of otherwise mindless clones as I suspect, this might involve the Eater's direct intervention. In this case, though, I don't know why he would refuse to kill her. If it was all lies anyway, the only reason I can think of for him to hold off was to wait until she had accomplished some task that he couldn't -- fully activate EC-1101, perhaps, or finish following its routing so that it would run out of searches for a valid heir and trigger Horizons.
I tend to suspect this isn't the case, though. From a narrative perspective, you already have Cognitum (Big Bad), Dawn (The Dragon), and the Eater of Souls (Bigger Bad). The End Boss Club is kind of full at this point. I guess it's a toss-up whether Cogs or Vitiosus turns out being the one they don't have to fight, but under this assumption, Cogs and Vitiosus have roughly the same goals. It could lead to an Evil vs. Evil cage match, but... eh. It would feel odd for Vitiosus to run off and fight Cogs instead of battling BJ the way he's been building up to all this time. I guess maybe I could see setting up a fight between two of them, with BJ slapping down a quarter to say "I got next." And then there's always the possibility of Steel Rain blasting one of them and telling BJ, "You're all clear, kid! Now let's blow this thing and go home!" (Bow chicka bow wow.) Still, I'd be more inclined to expect a Cogs vs. Vitiosus match to involve BJ's body, so see previous possibility.
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Ah, thank you.SilentCarto wrote:Sorry I'm a full week late with this. Last weekend, I'd just started Hard Reset, and I kinda had to finish the trilogy before I could break off a chunk of time to sit down and read this (since, as previously mentioned, I hate having to stop in the middle of a PH chapter.)
- Chapter 64 Commentary:
Oh, like Evangelion! :)"Fully powered up, I have maybe five minutes before I crash."That made me giggle out loud. Just so you know. I think I kinda like the idea that zebras are a species of Badass Normals, except that that sort of applies to ponies too. Ponies just tend to be less combat-and-survival oriented.“None that you know about. She could probably track down a functioning conductor on a cloudy day with nothing but a candle and half a screwdriver.”Ugggh. I'd rather not.“Don’t know what they are, per se. Think… Horizon Labs…”Woah. That's... freaky. Like the Canterlot broadcasters in reverse.“When I try and use my broadcaster... I… go out of it. Every time I use it I… I dunno? Dream? Hallucinate? I’m not sure which any more. I just stand there blissing out at how awesome the Core is.Huh... that's new.But the normally timid mare ran to where the wire linked me to the monster, the strange plastic medallion in her mouth. As it drew near, the silver filament began to resonate, then glow. The wire then broke with a bright flash accompanied by a crackle of magical radiation, and the screaming abomination let out a new scream... this one of pain.Please tell me that's not what happened to all the liquefied residents.The foul mass quivered but then went still, the flesh disintegrating before our eyes and deluging back into the shaft.Moon Prism Power, Make Up! ...nah, I'm just kidding. But it would be kind of hilarious, all the same.“I’m just doing this to top off my power levels, understand?” I asked before levitating it to my mouth and biting off a delicate, ladylike sliver of the stone.So there ARE more than six or seven in there! I guess the others are too old or weak-willed or traumatized to surface...The grin multiplied in the air behind her as dozens of shadow ponies began to appear, all smiling at me. One had darker stripes. Another a choker of barbed wire. A third dripped blood. There were dozens more behind her, some distinct, others vague.Shadowy isn't evil shadowy isn't evil shadowy isn't evil... I wonder what this says about Peppermint. And it may be a good thing she didn't have the Star Sword with her right then. There are things you really don't want to look in the eye.My eyes drifted over to Boo. Her strings glistened as they were tugged. From above, the shadowy thing manipulating the puppeteer’s crossbars peered back at me and raised a finger to its lips.The Buzz Aldrin reference kind of made me tear up...It landed on the still, airless dust, and a voyager stepped out, and her eyes beheld the stars and us and the magnificent desolation all around us.But most of all... know when to let go.“We can’t leave now!” I blurted. “There has to be something… a terminal… a file… something that will tell me what Horizons is and how it works.”I'm getting the distinct impression that these six were loyal specifically to Goldie, and once Horse replaced him, they did their best to keep Horse out of the loop.Good work on keeping Horse’s hooves off the SPP. I was about to rainboom him if he nagged me one more time on a ‘remote override’ for the system.Huh... I don't quite get it. The inch that makes the difference between standing on a cliff and falling off of it?“An inch,” Trottenheimer said quietly. “It is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing worth having.”Either Rampage just found Steel Rain, or one of his supposed allies just went rogue. Either way, I don't lay long odds for the guys out in the hall.“Do not –Kzzzzzrt- I get there!” A moment later came a shout of alarm, “No! Wh--you do--” and then silence....uh. Wut?Hah! I knew that Rampage…
…would be talking with Steel Rain, who was now in fancy, sparkling silver armor? I gaped at her and then at him. Their lips moved, but what were they talking about? He was smiling, his helmet casually on his back. She frowned, waving her hoof up and behind her. Steel Rain answered, and Rampage scowled at him, then gave a terse nod, turned, and walked away.Why did that work?The swarmers’ buzz took on a confused note, the hundreds of machines looking at me in bafflement. Then they moved away, hovering in that horrible, deformed cloud.I guess that explains the quakes. Must be magically reinforced or something.Even worse, though, was the M.A.S. structure. I watched as, in front of me, it slowly sank into the ground with a persistent rumble, the glass shattering and the walls slowly crumpling as it sank inexorably into the recesses of the earth.No, wait, that explains the quakes. Cogs is obviously building a Death Star superlaser down there.The glow in the pit beside us flared, casting a beam of baleful energy into the sky above. The clouds exploded with a chain of green lightning that danced from the heavens to the spires of the Core and rebounded to the sky once more.Oh shit. The Man Behind the Man.“NAY! COGNITUM IS BUT A SHADOW OF MY GLORY!"Well okay then. And said creator would be Horse, I assume. So who the fuck are you, the Tokomare itself? The Eater? I thought the EoS would be too alien to communicate directly.SHE WOULD SEE ME A TOOL! A DEVICE! SHE AND HER CREATOR BOTH! THEY WOULD ENSLAVE ME!It's crazy people all the way down...HER MINION, DAWN, MISTOOK MY SUPREMACY FOR COGNITUM’S, WHO SEDUCED WITH HONEYED WORDS.Okay, that's... that's kind of badass. I'm assuming that's Echo... hoping that's Echo...“Takes one to know one,” a voice muttered sarcastically in my ear.This whole place is so freaking Lovecraftian. I have no idea what's going on, it doesn't follow the rules I'm familiar with, and I don't even have a reference frame for figuring out the new rules.I turned and saw my friend... her stomach bulged grotesquely beneath her, and vestigial limbs poked from her shoulders and hips. Her entire body seemed to have the consistency of chewed gum as she stood at the edge of the pit. I watched the silhouettes of heads bulge beneath her striped hide, mouths moving silently.Hoo boy. Getting close to the source, huh?The air between the towering stacks was filled with countless pale white wisps wandering through the air.I just wanted to do the right thing. Well, I feel like we can trust this mote, anyway...“Right about what, sir?” the mare I occupied asked.
“About what I’ve done, Glass.”Ahhh... just what was needed to distract away from reserching how to cast Holy, huh? And Folly was the gun-shaped culmination of Starfall...“This scroll, found in the zebra ruins we excavated years ago, outlines a ritual for calling power from the heavens. It was something we considered back before Megaspells. We named it ‘Project Starfall’.” He gave a shaky smile. “Fluttershy surprised us all with her megaspell matrix. [...] Starfall changed, became focused on weaponizing megaspell research, but I never forgot this scroll. The power of the stars themselves.”Well, there was that thing yelling from the pit, for one.Rampage was silent for a long while as she stroked my mane. “What higher power did you piss the fuck off, Blackjack?” Rampage asked in soft exasperation.Considering you were just chatting it up with Steel Rain -- in private, given that you knocked out his guards -- I care.“Leave me with EC-1101. Who cares who dicks with it? You go.”Awwww shit. Do the upgrades and having swallowed some Moon Stone make her the Maiden now?“You would be mistaken,” a calm, familiar voice replied as it advanced through the assembled ruins. The powerful, striped form stepped into view, his dragon skull helm gleaming atop his head and the cloth wrappings around his hooves and torso caught in a faint breeze.Just be glad all your pregnancy hormones are in working order.Sweet Celestia, did I need to be spayed?Still no, huh? Do I smell a lingering "But you will be"?There is no question, whatsoever, that you are not the Maiden of our lore.Yes... yes, I have. But given who I suspect you are, I'm not inclined to side with you against her.“Haven’t you wondered, Blackjack? Such a helpless mare, all alone, desperate for your protection. Seeking to accompany you? Haven’t you wondered about her odd luck? The way she always survives while her enemies die in odd... often amusing, ways?”Okay, so that's who was making snide remarks about the voice from the pit. And all the talk about "fun" and "boring" sounds a whole lot like Discord...“Oh, what’s the fun in that, Lego? Doing what’s expected is so dreadfully boring,” Boo said as she stood, giving a dismissive wave of her hoof. “What’s wrong with me spicing things up a bit?”Hah! Okay. Huh. But Boo was Boo before Discord was freed -- learning to scavenge and survive, saving BJ and then accidentally shooting her, Discord had no input on that. So this solves several mysteries but leaves a couple more untouched.“You should have died when Blackjack freed you, but you hitched along in that empty vessel.” The Legate pointed a hoof at the mare. “It’s time for you to die, Discord!”
Edit: I really should have realized Discord would show up when the chapter quote was one of his.
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Did you mean "popped"?I looked down at my hooves as my flesh bopped through the seams and twisted around my augments...You meant the Cakes, not the Pies, right?The papers on her desk talked about the Pies asking about secret projects and a memo from Horse that he’d take care of it. He asked for their itinerary… Withers Sugarcube Corner subsidiary. Hoofington Museum of Natural History. Hoofington Sports Arena. Flankfurt Sugarcube Corner operations office…This should be "sabotage efforts". If you replace it with another task, like "rescuer efforts", it becomes clearly wrong.Internally, however, were messages about megaspell tests being conducted underground in the Appaloosan desert, intelligence operations behind enemy lines, saboteur efforts, counterintelligence, and a whole host of other concerns.Unquestionably. Unquestioning would mean "I took my orders without asking questions."“Are you sure you don’t know anything about it?”
“Unquestioningly,” Trottenheimer answered.I don't think it has that kind of ammo capacity. You meant a perfectly-placed cluster of five, right?Penance fired five perfectly placed clusters in the helmet of one of the Rangers, and he went down.
…Um. "Unquestionably" is what's in. You, ah, you quoted it, right there. :)SilentCarto wrote:Unquestionably. Unquestioning would mean "I took my orders without asking questions."
Don't worry about the delay, though.
Ah, thank you very much as always.Icy Shake wrote:The thread lives!Yeah, I know how that feels. Re Hard Reset, are you considering reading Hard Reset 2: Reset Harder? I've been enjoying it, and I never even read Eakin's trilogy (although I might, if time permits).SilentCarto wrote:Sorry I'm a full week late with this. Last weekend, I'd just started Hard Reset, and I kinda had to finish the trilogy before I could break off a chunk of time to sit down and read this (since, as previously mentioned, I hate having to stop in the middle of a PH chapter.)That's basically the way I thought of it. Basically, I think of the cheesemonger from FoE's philosophy, but with someone who seems like less of an insincere, manipulative jackass.SilentCarto wrote:Huh... I don't quite get it. The inch that makes the difference between standing on a cliff and falling off of it?“An inch,” Trottenheimer said quietly. “It is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing worth having.”
- Chapter Seven Running Thoughts:
The first pony I killed had been a male unicorn getting removed; that had been before I even got my cutie mark. I’d been told to tell him that he was now U-21 and ask him to report to security. I didn’t know what that meant at the time. I took my sweet time doing it, going to the atrium cafeteria for a green gel smoothie, poking in on Midnight trying to learn her PipBuck routines, and taking a nap on a humming moisture condenser before I finally found him. He’d just smiled sadly and walked back with me.
I remember his white and red striped mane, like a candy cane. I remember his laugh. How sad his eyes looked as he walked beside me. Mom read the formal statement, I gave him his last dot, and then we stood by as the medics gave him a shot. He closed his eyes. Let out one last breath. That was it. I could almost imagine he was sleeping, except I knew he’d never wake up.
Sometimes I hear that what happened in 99 was implausible. That it couldn't happen in a Stable, or that only monsters could perpetuate it. But then I think about the real world (for immediate recent reference, see Clarence Thomas's [shorter:] "I never experienced racism growing up in 1950s/'60s Georgia, but there was a ton in the Ivy League universities"), and of course details like this. How it's easy and commonplace to instill in children moral and procedural beliefs that will live on into adulthood. It doesn't mean that doing it is right, or entirely absolve the children, once grown, of what they then do, but it's not just easy to understand how this can happen, but it's something that to a greater or lesser extent many of us see every day of our lives.
At Pony Joe’s I’d tried to turn Glory into a killer just like me. Mad? Upset? Scared? Kill somepony. Pick you right up.
Well, you did get the killer part. She didn't take to the killing as catharsis part quite as well, though.
Fluttershy said to do better. Better for me was increasing my body count. And the final twist? I ended up with my body completely healed. I felt great.
Beyond the mere fact that healing was necessary for the story to go on, I do like that both here and elsewhere (e.g., the period roughly from after P-21's suicide attempt to Blackjack's first death), her mental and emotional health moves in the opposite direction of her physical condition.
“Blackjack. Are you sure you’re okay?” P-21 repeated the question, his dark eyes locked on mine, lips curled in a worried frown.
“Yeah. Just fine.” Shoot me now P-21. “Let’s grab Glory and get paid.” Shoot me before I kill somepony else. “Come on.” Please, P-21. “Let’s go.” Please.
This is something that happens quite a bit, though the reasons often change. The closest is probably the lead-in to Star Point, but there are echoes in the Goddess's inhibiting of Blackjack's speech and even regarding Blackjack's pregnancy in chapter 65.
It looked more to me like some kind of weird bondage gear with beam pistols attached.
And Blackjack's two-track mind collapses them into perhaps one and a half.
If it wasn’t my fault, was it his for leaving the choice up to me? Glory’s for not stopping me? The Enclave for reconnecting the maneframe to the maintenance robots? Redheart? Fluttershy? Should I just blame ponies who fucked up two centuries before I was even born? Celestia? Zebras? Who was to blame? Who had to pay for what I’d done?
There was a great comment thread on Bad Horse's FimFiction blog a little while back in which one person (TitaniumDragon, perhaps?) said something I simply loved and that I hope sticks with me: blame doesn't add up to 100%. I think that that succinctly expressed something that I'd felt but couldn't effectively put into words for some time. And I think it applies here. Sometimes there's too much blame to go around, as there are many who in their own way are fully responsible; other times, there may be nobody. And I think that that applies here. The problem is that Blackjack so early on still needs simplicity, a way to see right and wrong as clearly as if it were highlighted in yellow or red—so when it gets hard, she takes it on herself.
He tried to say something, but simply gagged as I shoved him hard against the wall and magically swung the baton till his head went from convex to concave. Two.
One look at the shotgun and I tossed it aside. A single shot between reloads? My baton was better. I did levitate a clip of lead rounds for the automatic pistol out of my pocket and swapped ammunition before running back at the second pair Glory was keeping occupied.
The tone of the narration in this fight scene is very, very different from that of the last chapter, much more clinical and to-the-point, where then it ranged from fearful to horrified to, at times, determined and passionate. It's clear that Blackjack's heart isn't in it the way it was then, and she may in fact have come down from something approaching a manic episode in the immediate aftermath of "Red Light, Green Light" to a depressive one here.
I’d once heard getting your horn smashed was like having all four legs cut off.
Foreshadowing!
“They work a pony to death, and it doesn’t take long.” Nine, my head started to count.
“Blackjack,” P-21 said in worry as I lifted the SMG, ejected the clip, and loaded it with explosive rounds.
Glory landed next to me. “Blackjack, stop. Please!”
Red rage boiled in my vision and I ignored them as I pressed it against the unicorn’s head. Nine…
“What the fuck is wrong with you people? Aren’t fucking raiders enough? Why the fuck are you doing this shit? Why!” I screamed in her face, pressing the short barrel against her clenched eye. “Am I going to have to kill every single fucked up pony in the Goddesses-damned Wasteland just to end this shit? Am I?” I roared as I stared into her terrified eye.
And, upon seeing that there was choice involved here, not the raiders' madness, emotion returns.
She’d chosen to perpetuate this nightmare. Her life was forfeit! I just had to end her. End everything. Make it nine!
Be strong. Be kind.
My grip on the SMG trembled as I slowly pulled away from her eye. “Well how’s that working for you?” I snapped. Eight was enough. One was enough. Fuck, I was crying now too.
The help of friends she doesn't even know she has is a big part of what helps her to stop, but that doesn't diminish P-21's or Glory's role, or, for that matter, the bits of Blackjack's own compassion that still showed through.
“Get the fuck out of here. Find another line of work. Tell every slaver you know to find another line of work. I see you doing this shit again and I will turn you into paint! Do you understand me?” I shouted into her face.
Blackjack, sadly, you didn't really pull off the Batman speech. Sorry. Better luck next time. But not too bad an attempt given it was come up with in the heat of the moment.
“Blackjack,” Glory said quietly. “I wanted to kill her too.” Slowly I raised my head to stare at the delicate, compact pegasus as she closed her eyes. “At first it was because I thought she was a raider, but when I saw they were slavers… I wanted them dead. How dare they buy and sell ponies for bottle caps?”
I'm having trouble deciding to what extent there was a difference between Glory's feelings before and after her realization. It could just be projection, but I do think I might just see in the dialog reason to take it as in the first place being a reluctant acceptance of the need to kill Hoofington raiders, replaced by a greater desire to rid the place of the slavers.
“Besides. What are the chances we’ll run into raiders between here and Megamart?”
1 – ε? Maybe less before you said that?
I had to admit, I liked the music. So much of it was upbeat. The parts that were sad were also a relief. When DJ Pon3 came on I cringed,
This seems to also be a common reaction among people who didn't like FoE.
Occasionally he referenced other ponies fighting the good fight all across Equestria. One that he called the ‘Stable Dweller’ seemed to have completely shut down a town of slavers. Now that was impressive.
And it doesn't occur to Blackjack that something similar to what she feels is happening between DJ Pon3 and her might be going on between him and the Stable Dweller.
I doubted the Stable Dweller would ever kill a room full of helpless ponies.
You might just be surprised.
And it seems like she’s got a bone to pick with the slavers in Paradise. Let’s play the audio!”
Do we ever see how Homage got the audio?
“I’m not a fucking hero!” I yelled at him, so angry I was glad that I wasn’t holding a gun. Thirteen. Oh wait… I was…
Good little bit, quickly showing both Blackjack's emotionality, her lack of perceptiveness and self-awareness, and the danger that those cause together.
“I think you are an individual and judge you accordingly, instead of holding you to some romantic ideal of how I think you should act.”
The message feels right, but it's not the most natural-sounding dialog Somber's written. The upshot is it's really what Blackjack needs to hear, even if that itself is reflective of other problems; the need to have your self-loathing validated isn't a positive indicator of emotional wellbeing.
“What would be the point of having a pile of caps? To swim in it?” Bottlecap said with a smile as she dug out one of the caps and held it up.
Given the sharper edges of bottlecaps than coins, I'd say you probably don't want to Scrooge McDuck them.
“I used my power to kill children,” I said as I clenched my eyes shut. I could still hear the singing. Why had we sung as they died? Forty…
You weren't exactly fiddling while Rome burned. It was a somber, respectful send-off, not something you did for fun.
Here was a pony that had lived in the Wasteland her entire life and refused to sell out her integrity. Even when it hurt her business, she insisted on doing the right thing. I didn’t really think it was possible for businesses to care more about their effects than wealth.
I'm not really sure how I feel about this. Mainly, it seems a little odd that Blackjack would have much impression at all on business given it doesn't really seem that she was ever all that exposed to a particularly capitalistic system. Or maybe she picked up a little bit in school or something, and it's based on that.
Then, of course, there was the whiskey. I had to admit that I’d never really drunk before. We didn’t have alcohol in Stable 99, so my first drink went down like a Sparkle-Cola. Once I’d stopped coughing and choking, I figured out that whiskey was supposed to be drunk slowly rather than fast, and soon I had a pleasant warmth in my belly that quickly drove out all the fears and doubts rolling around in my skull. I felt happy.
Blackjack and whiskey forever! More seriously, it's nice seeing Blackjack do something that isn't business, and to see her happy.
He stepped back, eyes widening, and I curled up as tightly as I could, giggling, “Mine’s bigger.” Gun fired.
Wee…. I’m flying!
Whoopsie. Never mind. Gravity works.
I swear, seeing the world through drunk Blackjack's eyes is just the best. And she gets funnier lines, the narration's personality gets much more playful, it's all just so much fun.
- Chapter Seven Overall Thoughts:
A much more balanced chapter than "Play" was. It split pretty evenly between wrapping up the Fluttershy Medical Center and the scene with Roses's slavers on the one hand and Megamart on the other.
I'd say that this is the first chapter where the Blackjack Angst Machine really throttles up, following the euthanasia of the FMC children. I think it works, and the way she handles the slavers demonstrates that it really is affecting her. The death counting gave a focal point, and the tone of the narration was pretty bleak, the writing also somewhat Spartan.
No surprise, it's around now that Glory and P-21 start to be more concerned about Blackjack. And justifiably so, given how she starts waving around a loaded gun in their faces while ranting at them.
I think that it was a good choice to have Glory be the one to tell Blackjack that she wanted to kill the slavers; she's the one that Blackjack thinks of as more innocent, notably regretting how she had tried to get her to see killing raiders as fun, and P-21 already had said as much as that he wanted to kill everyone. However, her harsh reaction to slavers here is something of a contrast to her accommodative stance regarding it in the Society later on; granted, that could just be an effect of getting used to the Wasteland and starting to see the Society as an imperfect system that could still be better than whatever would happen if they overturned its society.
Bottlecap was both one of the high points and the low points of the chapter, for me. On the positive side, her character becomes much more developed and she outlines an alternative model for how the world might improve, through trade. More important, though, is how she downplays Blackjack as a hero, helping to lower the bar to which she compares herself and kind of offering validation of her self-recriminations, while emphasizing that in their world, nobody is free from guilt: even just sitting in a glorified shop, she played a role in the deaths of thousands by facilitating trade in bounties and the supplies needed to kill. The downside was that some of her lines didn't come off as things someone would actually say, in terms of diction and more prominently sentence structure. Somewhat similar to Watcher's early interactions with Blackjack, but without the backstory to support vaguely machinelike speech.
We're also introduced to one of my favorite ships: Whiskey/Jack! Alcohol makes Blackjack more fun and funnier in her dialog, narration, and actions, and it just makes me happy whenever she gets drunk. Granted, much of that is just that I like reading happy Blackjack, and the two are pretty correlated.
Lastly, the biggest plot points of the chapter are Blackjack being sent off to do something about the demand side for slaves, starting with Brimstone's Fall (unofficially, of course) and the gigantic bounty placed on Blackjack's head and PipBuck, which will go on to help define the next ten or so chapters.
- Chapter Seven Editing:
I killed him because I never once asked the question: Is this right or wrong?
"Is" shouldn't be capitalized.
“It wasn’t your-“
Second hyphen for dash.
and drove every inch into her eye socket. One
flew up and over the trees back towards the camp. I hesitated.
only one space after period.
because he told them what you’d done.” Glory said with a curious smile
period should be comma
“It feels like a lie. Like he’s playing up all the best parts and overlooking what really happens. Sure, I got the Society ponies to work with the Eggheads, but what about all the other stuff that happened?” Would DJ Pon3 give me such high praise if he’d known what I did back in the hospital? Even playing that recording… like I’m going to take out every slaver I come across…”
I think that the first closing quotation mark should be deleted. Otherwise, there should be a second opening quotation mark somewhere after it.
shot first and my PipBuck was red.” Thirteen
only one space after quotation
I clenched my eyes shut but all I kept seeing were ponies dying.
I think that "were" should be "was," as it 's looking back to "all."
A faded plastic banner hung near the ceiling reading ‘Megamart, always lowest prices, always highest quality.’
Period to outside of quotation marks, probably.
A strange photograph of two groups of soldiers in the parking lot; one in green combat armor and the other… zebras with red stripes?
semicolon to comma?
Twenty-five hundred from the Society Account.
I'm not sure "Account" should be capitalized.
I laughed softly, hoping I wasn’t being too rude. “Sorry, but you sound so serious
I said as I clenched my eyes shut. I could still hear
only one space after the period
“Ante up.” I heard a mare, Keystone, I think her name was, say from
period should be comma, should have only one space after quotation
Then, of course, there was the whiskey. I had to admit that I’d never really drunk before. We didn’t have alcohol in Stable 99, so my first drink went down like a Sparkle-Cola.
should there be a modifier for "We didn't have alcohol," like "legitimate," "legal," or "much"?
The unicorn buck stood at the end of a row of scrap metal. His brown mane and tan hide were nothing spectacular. The only thing that stood out was an odd cutie mark. A cutie mark identical to P-21’s.
elsewhere he's brown-coated. Suggest switching this to brown coat, tan mane
“Oh horse…” I started to say, when a powerful telekinetic field wrapped around my throat and squeezed tight,
ellipsis should be dash: she was cut off, not trailing off
lifting me into the air. Then what I’d taken for
only one space after period
Wee…. I’m flying!
should have only three dots in ellipsis.
I guessed Gun’s shells didn’t go boom like Deus’
"Deus's"
You want to collect, bring me her head and her PipBuck -intact- to the Arena!
second hyphen and symmetrical spacing for dashes
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I'm not seeing them either.SilentCarto wrote:I don't know about anyone else, but I get a 403: Forbidden error on these images. Maybe you ought to copy them to a public server like ServImg first.
Also, nice speculation. :)
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I hadn't heard of it. I guess I'll look. In the Hard Reset trilogy, there's one chapter (well... two chapters. Time loops, argh,) with a grimdark warning. I thought, "Dark? I read Project Horizons! Bring it on!" And, yeah, it was really only slightly dark on a Blackjack-calibrated scale. Definitely deserved the warning to protect those who want their candy horses happy, though.Icy Shake wrote:Yeah, I know how that feels. Re Hard Reset, are you considering reading Hard Reset 2: Reset Harder? I've been enjoying it, and I never even read Eakin's trilogy (although I might, if time permits).
Yes, and I quoted it as "ing". I just got ninja'd on the fix.O. Hinds wrote:…Um. "Unquestionably" is what's in. You, ah, you quoted it, right there. :)
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Oh, sorry!SilentCarto wrote:Yes, and I quoted it as "ing". I just got ninja'd on the fix.
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I still would like to believe that Mr. Horse has some sort of role with Cognitum, so once again I'll throw my theory on the table but instead of being Cognitum, perhaps he created her via his Crusader ripoff and downloaded his own mind into it, while still playing the role of Mr. House from New Vegas and is still alive but stuck in a horrific state. And is Cognitum in Sweetiebot's body.
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Horse strikes me as a shallow, short-sighted twit who thought he could play in the big leagues. He was probably very proud of himself for arresting Goldenblood, as if it was even his idea. I'm betting he's a pile of dust in a corner somewhere, if he wasn't the first to liquefy (or some other equally ignominious fate.)Evilgidgit wrote:I still would like to believe that Mr. Horse has some sort of role with Cognitum, so once again I'll throw my theory on the table but instead of being Cognitum, perhaps he created her via his Crusader ripoff and downloaded his own mind into it, while still playing the role of Mr. House from New Vegas and is still alive but stuck in a horrific state. And is Cognitum in Sweetiebot's body.
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Re: [GRIMDARK] Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons Discussion
It's Horizon's (apparently authorized) alt-universe reimagining of the story, but with more time loops. And, yeah, it's hard to outdo something where "murder . . . murder . . . murder and desecrate . . . desecrate and murder" is the order of the day. But just because you want your candy horses happy doesn't mean you can't enjoy Project Horizons—you just need to be able to put up with the hard times so that you can enjoy the good ones!SilentCarto wrote:I hadn't heard of it. I guess I'll look. In the Hard Reset trilogy, there's one chapter (well... two chapters. Time loops, argh,) with a grimdark warning. I thought, "Dark? I read Project Horizons! Bring it on!" And, yeah, it was really only slightly dark on a Blackjack-calibrated scale. Definitely deserved the warning to protect those who want their candy horses happy, though.Icy Shake wrote:Yeah, I know how that feels. Re Hard Reset, are you considering reading Hard Reset 2: Reset Harder? I've been enjoying it, and I never even read Eakin's trilogy (although I might, if time permits).
(On that note, I remember something from EqD a few years ago, writing advice, one part of which was that to write good (pony) stories you need to need to do terrible things to ponies—even Fluttershy (especially Fluttershy)!)
Yeah, that sounds about right. Thinking of a comparison, the real world one I'm happiest with is Mussolini. In fiction, perhaps Rabban from Dune might work, but not perfectly. Basically, he thinks that he's the real deal, maybe not the top of the pack but at least a power player, but is actually nothing but a pawn for the real masters at play, and can only even make his move because the big boys let him.SilentCarto wrote:Horse strikes me as a shallow, short-sighted twit who thought he could play in the big leagues. He was probably very proud of himself for arresting Goldenblood, as if it was even his idea. I'm betting he's a pile of dust in a corner somewhere, if he wasn't the first to liquefy (or some other equally ignominious fate.)Evilgidgit wrote:I still would like to believe that Mr. Horse has some sort of role with Cognitum, so once again I'll throw my theory on the table but instead of being Cognitum, perhaps he created her via his Crusader ripoff and downloaded his own mind into it, while still playing the role of Mr. House from New Vegas and is still alive but stuck in a horrific state. And is Cognitum in Sweetiebot's body.
- Chapter Eight Running Thoughts:
- The purple mare gave a coy giggle. “Oh, don’t worry hun; I’m sure they’ll be gentle.” She wiggled out of the robe, revealing a petite body dressed in frilly, if slightly worn, lingerie that covered both flanks and back legs.. Quite a cute mare, if you overlooked the male bits between his haunches. He fluttered his lashes at the leader. “Happy?”
Cross dressing! It works for British comedy troupes and Warner Brothers Animation, and it can work for you!
I feigned an injured, yet dignified expression. “It’s not puny,”
Riiight. "Feigned." Well, maybe for the "dignified" part.
“It’s clean.” Well… clean in a figurative sense. The industrial mixer had been removed. The ovens and food preparation surfaces were so clean they sparkled. The bodies were all missing. Somepony had come by in the last day or two and scrubbed away every sign of atrocity.
Well, presumably it wasn't mechasprites, since they aren't in the Core. I think I'll just roll with it being an "it's a video game" joke, for the moment.
“This was a raider nest. You saw how they lived. This place should have bodies for decoration and guts for streamers.” Fuck, did I really say that?
I have a feeling the impetus for this in the narration was imitation of FoE and its "How much has the Waseland changed me!?" schtick. But yeah, it's the kind of thing she'd always have said. I'm glad Blackjack gets less self-conscious regarding her sense of humor; it doesn't suit her.
“There’s running water in the sinks, but I think it might be radioactive. You should have P-21 check in the ladies room. There’s a locked first aid kit in there.”
It's funny because he was just dressed up as a lady.
“Well. As terrifying as it’s been, I think I’ll stay with Blackjack. She’s saved my life and she’s trying to do the right thing. Maybe I can find more samples, too.” D’aww, watch me blush.
Don't give her friendship, Glory! It'll only increase her self-esteem and make the next crash worse!
Also, "D'awww." Well, at least the timing is appropriate and it isn't "squee."
She was a little… literal, but she’d seen a lot of the same horrors I had and hadn’t fallen apart nearly as badly as I did.
As a pretty "literal" person myself, I take offence to this! (No I don't; it's an annoying trait, even if it's hard to do anything about it.)
“Yes. The raider sample had some severe ulcerations in the pre-frontal lobes…” She caught my ‘I’m not a smart pony, remember?’ look and coughed. “The fronts of their brains were full of little holes. It looked almost like a sponge.” See? Translate smart into stupid and I had no problem following along.
But it's fun when Glory does smart people talk!
“The Enclave reports that there’s something down here that turns all ponies into raiders, but we’ve come across plenty that aren’t. The slaver brain was perfectly healthy. No ulceration at all.” She looked positively ecstatic. “More samples are needed, of course, but the Enclave can get that. If I’m right, once they lock down the source, they can work on a treatment. Imagine a Wasteland with no more raiders!”
Signing your own death warrant (okay, banishment).
“It’s one of my ideas. Of course it isn’t good,” I said as I lifted it in my hoof. “As soon as I go into this thing we’ll be stormed by bounty hunters, ghouls, and Deus. But I’m bored and I’m curious, so I’ll need you two to protect me from Deus raping me with his cannon.”
Glory frowned, rubbing her chin with a wingtip. “I really don’t think it’d fit. That bore has to be a hundred and twenty two millimeters and that’s almost the width of a mare giving birth so figuring in the thickness of the barrel…” She finally caught my look. “Oh. Blackjack humor. Sorry.” She smiled sheepishly. “Yes, we will protect you from a hypothetical Deus and his hypothetical cannon.”
Oh, Glory. So adorable.
“Next you should teach her about innuendo,” P-21 observed dryly.
But that would spoil the effect!
Stars. They’d been a five letter word and a black page covered in white speckles in a history book I’d been too bored to really read. Now a million points of light filled the heavens above me. That was nothing compared to the moon: luminous and white like a polished bottle cap. Ugh, had I just used junk money to describe the moon? I had no poetry in my soul.
Not all warriors can be Thufir Hawat.
The unicorn mare I occupied fit so well I felt as if I myself were standing there.
Foreshadowing Blackjack's heritage.
“Big Macintosh! We’ve been together for a year and you still haven’t told her?” I kicked his leg with a forehoof, but felt myself smiling. He was far too strong for my hoof to hurt him.
“I’m sorry. I just hoped that if we were together long enough that she’d figger it out.” He gave a sheepish smile. “I’ll tell you what, Miss Maripony. When we’re done at Shattered Hoof I’ll hand over my resignation then and there…”
“And?” I felt myself arch a brow.
“And I’ll tell my sister and everyone who this wonderful pony is…” he added as he lowered his head to my own.
“And?” I asked softly. He looked apprehensive for only a moment before he sighed.
“And… I’ll tell ‘em we got to start planning for a wedding.”
I melted against him once again, kissing him and feeling him hold me. Finally, like trying to tear out my own heart, our lips parted. “Well… all right then.” I whispered, tears running down my cheek. There were the sounds of a sky carriage approaching and landing by the house on the hillside beside the lake. “I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little bit more.”
Heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. That after so long, they have so much to look forward to, only to lose it all.
So why care about a pony that no longer existed? Was it vanity? Did I want somepony to remember Security two centuries from now?
Given how you react to people hearing about you in the present, probably not.
The rifle came flying out the slot in the door. “Hey! Not fair!” somepony protested inside.
Horns aren't fair, wings aren't fair, zebra nonsense isn't fair; what is fair?
“Blackjack, do you even have a clue what we’re going against?” he asked plaintively, cocking his head.
“Yup,” I grinned as I sat with the Crusaders. “Dragons. Mutanted up.”
"Nope."
"You're--that is to say "we're"--going against them anyway, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"You're a moron. You know that, right?"
"Yep!"
If these dragons turned out to be sentient and starving with a pitiful sob story… well, then I’d want to die. Till then…
And that would be a change . . . how, exactly?
I loaded the shotgun with a drum of slugs and a second drum with black needle rounds and orange explosive rounds.
You said you were going to take care of this one!
It's okay; we know the writer is working agaist you to keep you from ever keeping a shotgun.
He shifted a little in embarrassment. “Well they’re not guns, are they?” He opened his saddlebag to show a number of the round tins. And some grenades. And round sticks tipped with brass caps.
“What are these?” I asked as I lifted one out, casually flipping off the brass cap as I did so. It instantly started to hiss and smoke. Oh that can’t be good.
Blah blah blah, nice things, etcetera. Can't trust you with anything. Also, come on. There were two other things in the bag: mines and grenades. What did you think would happen?
He’s safer with explosives than with something that puts a nice, neat hole in things? Why did that not make me feel better? “Well… please don’t blow us up, okay?” He nodded. I still didn’t feel much better!
You're the one who almost blew them up, dumbass!
Theoretically we could have taken one corpse, left, and said ‘Huzzah, proof!’ but it’d be head and hooves better if we could say ‘Huzzah, they’re all dead! Please don’t shoot at me for the bounty.’
You could also just have P-21 and Glory deliver the news. In fact, Bottlecap suggested the same thing for collecting rewards.
No… actually it wasn’t. There was one red bar remaining in the room, but all that lay in that direction was a big heap of rubble. Then I cocked my head and groaned softly, “Aww… fuck me…”
Kind of a call-back to her thinking Deus was a pile of junk in the last chapter. Also, perceptive of her.
We managed to jump behind the cover of some storage crates, but there was definitely some scorched mane smell in the air.
Ugh. I know how bad burning hair smells. /focusing-on-the-wrong-thing
P-21 looked at where the cracks snaked down the walls. “I’ll need some time. These bombs will have to be deliberate.” He reached into his barding, drew a syringe of Med-X, and jammed it into the side of his leg through the brace straps. Then he sighed and...pulled out a magazine?
This might be one of the earliest clear cases of morphine abuse I remember.
Glory buzzed around, her battle saddle strafing him with little effect.
So, she's Scootaloo now?
Honestly, I had no idea how many monsters I could kill that would be a deterrent for desperate ponies after my head. Ponies after a lucky shot. Ponies who’d kill me in my sleep. Worse… I had to agree with him. If you were red on my PipBuck, there was no mercy or consideration. I’d basically threatened every slaver with death, but like Roses had said: she had a kid.
Blackjack has selective amnesia with respect to good things about herself. It's a sad condition.
“As I recall, she was trying to kill you, Blackjack. Remember that machine gun? But yeah, she was slaving too.” he said with a huff, sitting in my path. “So to review, she was trying to kill you while slaving. Do you think when she started that career she was aware that maybe somepony might kill her for that? Or did somepony issue some sort of slaving license to her that makes her immune?”
"But I don't wanna be okay with it!"
“I don’t want to kill ponies that just want a better life.”
“I do! Especially if the way they’re trying to get that better life is by killing my friends!” he shouted at me.
P-21, forgetting it's not good to shout about wanting to kill everyone in front of children. Well, I suppose there are some people who don't want a better life, but I'm guessing there aren't many.
“I don’t get her. I don’t understand her behavior at all.” I heard her voice from above. Looking up, even with the glasses, I could see her in my amber sight lying perfectly on the edge of the bridge. “She can be obtuse, vulgar, and obscene in one moment and then in the next she’s kind, laughing, and more noble than any pony I know. She killed children one day and saves them the next. Is it some kind of schizophrenia, or can a pony actually survive being torn in two directions so severely?”
Note that Glory never uses a negation of "obtuse."
“Her companion is equally inscrutable. More of a realist, perhaps; it’s clear he’s dealt with far more long term psychological trauma. It seems to have helped him adapt to the realities of the Wasteland better than she or I have. His insistence on deliberate self control is remarkable, but I worry about its source. Unlike Security, he doesn’t seem fixated on some ideal self standard but instead has a deeply repressed rage kept contained. I think he’s right to not want a gun.”
I carefully moved up the slope and saw her talking into a small device between her forelegs. “And me… have I adapted at all? I still operate inside a bubble of terror. I feel like if I leave her presence I’ll be trapped under the floor once again. I’m in a constant state of anxiety. She throws herself in harm’s way with almost suicidal eagerness; I’d likely have died many times had she not. When I came here, I expected savagery, not protectiveness. I have to do something.” Her mouth lowered as she whispered softly into the device.
I like the recording, here. Lets people just jumping on get caught up a little, and Glory's impression of the others tell us about her.
- Chapter Eight Overall Thoughts:
- This one's a bit of a step down in intensity from the last couple of chapters, but still very clearly "Project Horizons" in a way that chapters two through five weren't. It starts with the disguised escape from Megamart, and I think the first time they've had P-21 in drag since chapter one. I kind of wonder what goes through his head when this happens, but perhaps the more so because of the lingerie kind of using sexuality as a tool to get them where they needed to go. And it's not like this is the last time it happens; the most notable repetition is probably with the Flash Fillies, but I don't particularly remember him ever saying much about this, though I can readily imagine that he would. Within this scene, we again have Bottlecap sounding a little stilted compared to everyone else.
There's also the first volontary memory orb, the one with Maripony and Macintosh by the lake, under the stars. There's some foreshadowing, I think, of Twilight being Blackjack's ancestor, in how well Blackjack slips into her body. More importantly, though, there is the final stage of the romance between Macintosh and Maripony, or nearly so, with him promising to turn in his resignation after ONE LAST MISSION that we know is doomed to end in his death, and to announce to his family that they are to be married. This is where Blackjack first sees love, even if she doesn't really understand it yet. It is, more than most memory orbs, and perhaps appropriately so, as one of the first, an implicit lament for not only what was lost to the ponies of the war generation, but to those who came after; after all, love like theirs isn't likely to find fertile ground in the bleak corridors of Stable 99, and perhaps not much better in the Wasteland writ large. This contrasts to the later orb where Blackjack first sees the Sisters Empyreal, and is stunned by the fact that the war cost the world their divine presences (and soon that the path to that end was started on so blithely and over such petty causes), in that this one was much more down-to-earth, an ordinary scene with ordinary ponies living a beautiful moment in beautiful, ordinary lives that would be cut short by the war and which could never exist in quite the same way in the world passed down to those who live in the Wasteland.
Moving on from there, we go more or less straight to the Crusaders, the farmers of Stockyard, and the mutated dragons. Along the way there's angsting that leads Blackjack's decision that she wants not to kill regular people just because they are trying to kill her, if she can avoid it. It's a big step forward, but of course one that will make things more difficult. It feels like a bit of a rehash from the last chapter, but it is expanded meaningfully and is important for setting Security up to try to be the uncompromising, pure hero that is the only thing she has the capacity to see as good. On that note, it was actually in chapter seven, but she's started forming her fantasy of the Stable Dweller, and started comparing herself to her—as unfavorably as possible, of course. And that's something that works on multiple levels, with the humor (for those who have read at least some of FoE) underlain by (for those readers who've read most or all of FoE) the knowledge that not only is the Stable Dweller not a hulking mare laden with a small country's worth of heavy weaponry, but that she too has made some morally questionable actions; Blackjack is doing exactly what she doesn't want DJ Pon3 to do, and making a hero out of someone stumbling through life more effectively than everyone else—or, perhaps, a saint out of a hero.
I like the music Crusaders so far, but the only ones with much personality seem to be Medley and to a lesser extent Sonata. The fact that she's distrustful of Blackjack, and even offended that she's wearing the Crusader patch and desirous of the bounty on her head, gives a little bit of external consequence to Scoodle's death, but it's not a huge amount. I'm not sure how much Blackjack realizes it, but DJ Pon3 probably was a big help in making the other Crusaders receptive to her.
P-21 and Glory come out and say that they think of Blackjack as a friend, Glory after making a recording detailing her impressions of Blackjack and P-21. I thought that the recording was a good moment, showing Glory as something of a scientist even in her regular interactions with other people. Her clear admiration of Blackjack is already coming through, but is tempered by concern, perhaps even dipping into fear. She has less, at least in terms of superlatives, to say about P-21, but she recognizes his past trauma, which she suspects has helped him adapt to the Wasteland better than she or Blackjack has, and his repressed rage, agreeing that he shouldn'd carry a gun.
Blackjack, naturally, immediately fucks up the "we're friends!" moment by getting Glory to go to sleep so Blackjack can deal with a gang of farmers after the bounty on her own. She does, keeping it non-lethal except for one mare, whom Glory is able to revive. Glory and P-21 are not happy, and Glory insists that if they are to remain friends Blackjack needs to trust them to help her. P-21 agrees, just adding that she isn't a smart pony, and the curtains close.
- Chapter Eight Editing:
- Most of them had pathetic weapons; rusty rifles and barely mended work implements.
Professionals who were asking questions; what did Security look like?
semicolon to colon?
What weapons did she carry? What foods did she like
Only one space after question mark
“Shit. Ya caught me,” the left head of the Brahmin muttered.
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized
if slightly worn, lingerie that covered both flanks and back legs.. Quite a cute mare, if you overlooked
Not sure if that's supposed to be a period or an ellipsis.
“Ya caught me… you nearly made me laugh,” I said fondly to Hank and Tony.
Should also have single quotes around "Ya caught me".
“I do standup,” the Brahmin’s left head said with a chuckle.
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized
magic before,” P-21 teased. The wrinkled
Only one space after period
“No. she wouldn’t have actually gone inside…”
"she" should be capitalized
“Hey Blackjack.”
comma after "Hey"?
back a shocking talent at housecleaning, have you?” I said as I sat in the booth opposite her.
should have only one space after quotation
You should have P-21 check in the ladies room.
need apostrophe for "ladies' "
“It does seem counterproductive.” I agreed, then went out to tell
period to comma, should have only one space after quotation
My eyes started to itch and my vision turned decidedly more amberish: minor magical radiation poisoning for sure. No patch and purge special this time.
I left the bathroom decidedly cleaner, went to the duffel,
"Decidedly" is a little distinctive to be used on consecutive lines: maybe change one to a synonym, like "distinctly" or a weaker adverb like "much" or "very"?
the same blue and gold motif. I could feel the metal plates
only one space after the period
Hopefully it would prevent more ‘Blackjack got blown up within an inch of her life’ mom-
second hyphen for dash
Somepony had sewn the crusader patch on the flank of my left side; right below the words ‘Security.’
Should "crusader" be capitalized, semicolon to comma, period to outside of quotation marks?
“Well. As terrifying as it’s been,
Only one space after period
…have I mentioned I hate being bored?
Should "have" be capitalized? I'm not sure, because the ellipsis is indicating a pause or time passing, not the removal of the start of the sentence or its continuation from the previous paragraph.
See what they see and feel what they felt.
Second "see" should be "saw."
“Well… all right then.” I whispered, tears running down
period should be comma
and then parted. I hadn’t realized how cool the
only one space after period
made it into the history books. I wondered why she had been
buildings beside the winding highway. I smiled a
three spaces after period
That was ‘Ain’t gonna hang my head.’
period should probably be outside quotation marks
Oh.” There was a shaking of paper and a conspicuous clearing of his throat
should have second space after quotation
So with that in mind,” the music began again, “Here is Sweetie Belle with ‘Priceless’.”
I don't think "Here" should be capitalized, as it's continuing the previous sentence.
“We’re gonna skin ya for them Brahmin ya eet!”
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized
Ate three of our brahmin.” Assault Rifles said as he scratched his pockmarked
period should be comma
Or you think them Brahmin farmers were gonna just let us outta
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized
“Well… don’t hear that often.” The rose colt said
period should be comma, "The" shouldn't be capitalized
The cave the dragon mutants lived in was a crevice in the ground that I almost fell into before I spotting.
Delete the last "I".
second drum with black needle rounds and orange explosive rounds. I had no clue how tough the
only one space after period
Glory floated P-21 down with her.
Maybe change "floated" to "carried" or some such? "Float" sounds more like something Blackjack would do.
The second shot fired a fist-sized spread of the razor-sharp darts into the hole.
"Fist" to "hoof"? I don't think she's really encountered much that could form fists, yet.
Blood sprayed from the creature’s mouth and chest wound as the flechettes sliced through
"wound" to "wounds"?
as she landed beside us. My rad meter now crept into
only one space after period
With S.A.T.S. I finished off the torso.
comma after "S.A.T.S."?
The back legs had atrophied almost to nothing, but it’s forelimbs pulled it over the ground.
"its"
“Oh top of us?” Glory said, her eyes wide with shock.
"Oh" to "On"
Then he sighed and...pulled out a magazine?
should have space after ellipsis
vitreous fluids dripped from my security barding. My eyes glowed like mining lamps
only one space after period
My eyes glowed like mining lamps as I looked up at the farmers and Crusaders and yelled with a wide grin. “Now who wants to try and collect on that bounty?” I yelled up at them, waving my steaming shotgun overhead and laughing wildly into the rain.
I suggest dropping the redundant "and yelled"
I felt like I could piss balefire at this moment.
"this" to "that"?
Her local remedy of Brahmin milk, RadAway, and Rad-X along with a healing potion did the trick.
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized.
“Thanks, Boss.” I said as the seven of us continued
period to comma
was all ‘Who wants some!’ and they were all like
should have only one space after quotation
She butchered Roses’s group, smashed her horn clean off, and then gave her a five second head start before sicking the goods on her.
"goons"? Then again, maybe this guy doesn't need to make sense.
But yeah, she was slaving too.” he said with a huff,
period to comma
Is it some kind of schizophrenia, or can a pony actually survive being torn in two directions so severely?”
I think Glory's probably too knowledgeable and literal to conflate dissociative identity disorder and schizophrenia. Paragraph should not end with closing quotation mark.
I approached them instead. Two unicorns
only one space after period
“Thank you.” I muttered
period to comma
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Re: [GRIMDARK] Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons Discussion
Ah, thank you very much as always.Icy Shake wrote:It's Horizon's (apparently authorized) alt-universe reimagining of the story, but with more time loops. And, yeah, it's hard to outdo something where "murder . . . murder . . . murder and desecrate . . . desecrate and murder" is the order of the day. But just because you want your candy horses happy doesn't mean you can't enjoy Project Horizons—you just need to be able to put up with the hard times so that you can enjoy the good ones!SilentCarto wrote:I hadn't heard of it. I guess I'll look. In the Hard Reset trilogy, there's one chapter (well... two chapters. Time loops, argh,) with a grimdark warning. I thought, "Dark? I read Project Horizons! Bring it on!" And, yeah, it was really only slightly dark on a Blackjack-calibrated scale. Definitely deserved the warning to protect those who want their candy horses happy, though.Icy Shake wrote:Yeah, I know how that feels. Re Hard Reset, are you considering reading Hard Reset 2: Reset Harder? I've been enjoying it, and I never even read Eakin's trilogy (although I might, if time permits).
(On that note, I remember something from EqD a few years ago, writing advice, one part of which was that to write good (pony) stories you need to need to do terrible things to ponies—even Fluttershy (especially Fluttershy)!)Yeah, that sounds about right. Thinking of a comparison, the real world one I'm happiest with is Mussolini. In fiction, perhaps Rabban from Dune might work, but not perfectly. Basically, he thinks that he's the real deal, maybe not the top of the pack but at least a power player, but is actually nothing but a pawn for the real masters at play, and can only even make his move because the big boys let him.SilentCarto wrote:Horse strikes me as a shallow, short-sighted twit who thought he could play in the big leagues. He was probably very proud of himself for arresting Goldenblood, as if it was even his idea. I'm betting he's a pile of dust in a corner somewhere, if he wasn't the first to liquefy (or some other equally ignominious fate.)Evilgidgit wrote:I still would like to believe that Mr. Horse has some sort of role with Cognitum, so once again I'll throw my theory on the table but instead of being Cognitum, perhaps he created her via his Crusader ripoff and downloaded his own mind into it, while still playing the role of Mr. House from New Vegas and is still alive but stuck in a horrific state. And is Cognitum in Sweetiebot's body.
- Chapter Eight Running Thoughts:
The purple mare gave a coy giggle. “Oh, don’t worry hun; I’m sure they’ll be gentle.” She wiggled out of the robe, revealing a petite body dressed in frilly, if slightly worn, lingerie that covered both flanks and back legs.. Quite a cute mare, if you overlooked the male bits between his haunches. He fluttered his lashes at the leader. “Happy?”
Cross dressing! It works for British comedy troupes and Warner Brothers Animation, and it can work for you!
I feigned an injured, yet dignified expression. “It’s not puny,”
Riiight. "Feigned." Well, maybe for the "dignified" part.
“It’s clean.” Well… clean in a figurative sense. The industrial mixer had been removed. The ovens and food preparation surfaces were so clean they sparkled. The bodies were all missing. Somepony had come by in the last day or two and scrubbed away every sign of atrocity.
Well, presumably it wasn't mechasprites, since they aren't in the Core. I think I'll just roll with it being an "it's a video game" joke, for the moment.
“This was a raider nest. You saw how they lived. This place should have bodies for decoration and guts for streamers.” Fuck, did I really say that?
I have a feeling the impetus for this in the narration was imitation of FoE and its "How much has the Waseland changed me!?" schtick. But yeah, it's the kind of thing she'd always have said. I'm glad Blackjack gets less self-conscious regarding her sense of humor; it doesn't suit her.
“There’s running water in the sinks, but I think it might be radioactive. You should have P-21 check in the ladies room. There’s a locked first aid kit in there.”
It's funny because he was just dressed up as a lady.
“Well. As terrifying as it’s been, I think I’ll stay with Blackjack. She’s saved my life and she’s trying to do the right thing. Maybe I can find more samples, too.” D’aww, watch me blush.
Don't give her friendship, Glory! It'll only increase her self-esteem and make the next crash worse!
Also, "D'awww." Well, at least the timing is appropriate and it isn't "squee."
She was a little… literal, but she’d seen a lot of the same horrors I had and hadn’t fallen apart nearly as badly as I did.
As a pretty "literal" person myself, I take offence to this! (No I don't; it's an annoying trait, even if it's hard to do anything about it.)
“Yes. The raider sample had some severe ulcerations in the pre-frontal lobes…” She caught my ‘I’m not a smart pony, remember?’ look and coughed. “The fronts of their brains were full of little holes. It looked almost like a sponge.” See? Translate smart into stupid and I had no problem following along.
But it's fun when Glory does smart people talk!
“The Enclave reports that there’s something down here that turns all ponies into raiders, but we’ve come across plenty that aren’t. The slaver brain was perfectly healthy. No ulceration at all.” She looked positively ecstatic. “More samples are needed, of course, but the Enclave can get that. If I’m right, once they lock down the source, they can work on a treatment. Imagine a Wasteland with no more raiders!”
Signing your own death warrant (okay, banishment).
“It’s one of my ideas. Of course it isn’t good,” I said as I lifted it in my hoof. “As soon as I go into this thing we’ll be stormed by bounty hunters, ghouls, and Deus. But I’m bored and I’m curious, so I’ll need you two to protect me from Deus raping me with his cannon.”
Glory frowned, rubbing her chin with a wingtip. “I really don’t think it’d fit. That bore has to be a hundred and twenty two millimeters and that’s almost the width of a mare giving birth so figuring in the thickness of the barrel…” She finally caught my look. “Oh. Blackjack humor. Sorry.” She smiled sheepishly. “Yes, we will protect you from a hypothetical Deus and his hypothetical cannon.”
Oh, Glory. So adorable.
“Next you should teach her about innuendo,” P-21 observed dryly.
But that would spoil the effect!
Stars. They’d been a five letter word and a black page covered in white speckles in a history book I’d been too bored to really read. Now a million points of light filled the heavens above me. That was nothing compared to the moon: luminous and white like a polished bottle cap. Ugh, had I just used junk money to describe the moon? I had no poetry in my soul.
Not all warriors can be Thufir Hawat.
The unicorn mare I occupied fit so well I felt as if I myself were standing there.
Foreshadowing Blackjack's heritage.
“Big Macintosh! We’ve been together for a year and you still haven’t told her?” I kicked his leg with a forehoof, but felt myself smiling. He was far too strong for my hoof to hurt him.
“I’m sorry. I just hoped that if we were together long enough that she’d figger it out.” He gave a sheepish smile. “I’ll tell you what, Miss Maripony. When we’re done at Shattered Hoof I’ll hand over my resignation then and there…”
“And?” I felt myself arch a brow.
“And I’ll tell my sister and everyone who this wonderful pony is…” he added as he lowered his head to my own.
“And?” I asked softly. He looked apprehensive for only a moment before he sighed.
“And… I’ll tell ‘em we got to start planning for a wedding.”
I melted against him once again, kissing him and feeling him hold me. Finally, like trying to tear out my own heart, our lips parted. “Well… all right then.” I whispered, tears running down my cheek. There were the sounds of a sky carriage approaching and landing by the house on the hillside beside the lake. “I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little bit more.”
Heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. That after so long, they have so much to look forward to, only to lose it all.
So why care about a pony that no longer existed? Was it vanity? Did I want somepony to remember Security two centuries from now?
Given how you react to people hearing about you in the present, probably not.
The rifle came flying out the slot in the door. “Hey! Not fair!” somepony protested inside.
Horns aren't fair, wings aren't fair, zebra nonsense isn't fair; what is fair?
“Blackjack, do you even have a clue what we’re going against?” he asked plaintively, cocking his head.
“Yup,” I grinned as I sat with the Crusaders. “Dragons. Mutanted up.”
"Nope."
"You're--that is to say "we're"--going against them anyway, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"You're a moron. You know that, right?"
"Yep!"
If these dragons turned out to be sentient and starving with a pitiful sob story… well, then I’d want to die. Till then…
And that would be a change . . . how, exactly?
I loaded the shotgun with a drum of slugs and a second drum with black needle rounds and orange explosive rounds.
You said you were going to take care of this one!
It's okay; we know the writer is working agaist you to keep you from ever keeping a shotgun.
He shifted a little in embarrassment. “Well they’re not guns, are they?” He opened his saddlebag to show a number of the round tins. And some grenades. And round sticks tipped with brass caps.
“What are these?” I asked as I lifted one out, casually flipping off the brass cap as I did so. It instantly started to hiss and smoke. Oh that can’t be good.
Blah blah blah, nice things, etcetera. Can't trust you with anything. Also, come on. There were two other things in the bag: mines and grenades. What did you think would happen?
He’s safer with explosives than with something that puts a nice, neat hole in things? Why did that not make me feel better? “Well… please don’t blow us up, okay?” He nodded. I still didn’t feel much better!
You're the one who almost blew them up, dumbass!
Theoretically we could have taken one corpse, left, and said ‘Huzzah, proof!’ but it’d be head and hooves better if we could say ‘Huzzah, they’re all dead! Please don’t shoot at me for the bounty.’
You could also just have P-21 and Glory deliver the news. In fact, Bottlecap suggested the same thing for collecting rewards.
No… actually it wasn’t. There was one red bar remaining in the room, but all that lay in that direction was a big heap of rubble. Then I cocked my head and groaned softly, “Aww… fuck me…”
Kind of a call-back to her thinking Deus was a pile of junk in the last chapter. Also, perceptive of her.
We managed to jump behind the cover of some storage crates, but there was definitely some scorched mane smell in the air.
Ugh. I know how bad burning hair smells. /focusing-on-the-wrong-thing
P-21 looked at where the cracks snaked down the walls. “I’ll need some time. These bombs will have to be deliberate.” He reached into his barding, drew a syringe of Med-X, and jammed it into the side of his leg through the brace straps. Then he sighed and...pulled out a magazine?
This might be one of the earliest clear cases of morphine abuse I remember.
Glory buzzed around, her battle saddle strafing him with little effect.
So, she's Scootaloo now?
Honestly, I had no idea how many monsters I could kill that would be a deterrent for desperate ponies after my head. Ponies after a lucky shot. Ponies who’d kill me in my sleep. Worse… I had to agree with him. If you were red on my PipBuck, there was no mercy or consideration. I’d basically threatened every slaver with death, but like Roses had said: she had a kid.
Blackjack has selective amnesia with respect to good things about herself. It's a sad condition.
“As I recall, she was trying to kill you, Blackjack. Remember that machine gun? But yeah, she was slaving too.” he said with a huff, sitting in my path. “So to review, she was trying to kill you while slaving. Do you think when she started that career she was aware that maybe somepony might kill her for that? Or did somepony issue some sort of slaving license to her that makes her immune?”
"But I don't wanna be okay with it!"
“I don’t want to kill ponies that just want a better life.”
“I do! Especially if the way they’re trying to get that better life is by killing my friends!” he shouted at me.
P-21, forgetting it's not good to shout about wanting to kill everyone in front of children. Well, I suppose there are some people who don't want a better life, but I'm guessing there aren't many.
“I don’t get her. I don’t understand her behavior at all.” I heard her voice from above. Looking up, even with the glasses, I could see her in my amber sight lying perfectly on the edge of the bridge. “She can be obtuse, vulgar, and obscene in one moment and then in the next she’s kind, laughing, and more noble than any pony I know. She killed children one day and saves them the next. Is it some kind of schizophrenia, or can a pony actually survive being torn in two directions so severely?”
Note that Glory never uses a negation of "obtuse."
“Her companion is equally inscrutable. More of a realist, perhaps; it’s clear he’s dealt with far more long term psychological trauma. It seems to have helped him adapt to the realities of the Wasteland better than she or I have. His insistence on deliberate self control is remarkable, but I worry about its source. Unlike Security, he doesn’t seem fixated on some ideal self standard but instead has a deeply repressed rage kept contained. I think he’s right to not want a gun.”
I carefully moved up the slope and saw her talking into a small device between her forelegs. “And me… have I adapted at all? I still operate inside a bubble of terror. I feel like if I leave her presence I’ll be trapped under the floor once again. I’m in a constant state of anxiety. She throws herself in harm’s way with almost suicidal eagerness; I’d likely have died many times had she not. When I came here, I expected savagery, not protectiveness. I have to do something.” Her mouth lowered as she whispered softly into the device.
I like the recording, here. Lets people just jumping on get caught up a little, and Glory's impression of the others tell us about her.
- Chapter Eight Overall Thoughts:
This one's a bit of a step down in intensity from the last couple of chapters, but still very clearly "Project Horizons" in a way that chapters two through five weren't. It starts with the disguised escape from Megamart, and I think the first time they've had P-21 in drag since chapter one. I kind of wonder what goes through his head when this happens, but perhaps the more so because of the lingerie kind of using sexuality as a tool to get them where they needed to go. And it's not like this is the last time it happens; the most notable repetition is probably with the Flash Fillies, but I don't particularly remember him ever saying much about this, though I can readily imagine that he would. Within this scene, we again have Bottlecap sounding a little stilted compared to everyone else.
There's also the first volontary memory orb, the one with Maripony and Macintosh by the lake, under the stars. There's some foreshadowing, I think, of Twilight being Blackjack's ancestor, in how well Blackjack slips into her body. More importantly, though, there is the final stage of the romance between Macintosh and Maripony, or nearly so, with him promising to turn in his resignation after ONE LAST MISSION that we know is doomed to end in his death, and to announce to his family that they are to be married. This is where Blackjack first sees love, even if she doesn't really understand it yet. It is, more than most memory orbs, and perhaps appropriately so, as one of the first, an implicit lament for not only what was lost to the ponies of the war generation, but to those who came after; after all, love like theirs isn't likely to find fertile ground in the bleak corridors of Stable 99, and perhaps not much better in the Wasteland writ large. This contrasts to the later orb where Blackjack first sees the Sisters Empyreal, and is stunned by the fact that the war cost the world their divine presences (and soon that the path to that end was started on so blithely and over such petty causes), in that this one was much more down-to-earth, an ordinary scene with ordinary ponies living a beautiful moment in beautiful, ordinary lives that would be cut short by the war and which could never exist in quite the same way in the world passed down to those who live in the Wasteland.
Moving on from there, we go more or less straight to the Crusaders, the farmers of Stockyard, and the mutated dragons. Along the way there's angsting that leads Blackjack's decision that she wants not to kill regular people just because they are trying to kill her, if she can avoid it. It's a big step forward, but of course one that will make things more difficult. It feels like a bit of a rehash from the last chapter, but it is expanded meaningfully and is important for setting Security up to try to be the uncompromising, pure hero that is the only thing she has the capacity to see as good. On that note, it was actually in chapter seven, but she's started forming her fantasy of the Stable Dweller, and started comparing herself to her—as unfavorably as possible, of course. And that's something that works on multiple levels, with the humor (for those who have read at least some of FoE) underlain by (for those readers who've read most or all of FoE) the knowledge that not only is the Stable Dweller not a hulking mare laden with a small country's worth of heavy weaponry, but that she too has made some morally questionable actions; Blackjack is doing exactly what she doesn't want DJ Pon3 to do, and making a hero out of someone stumbling through life more effectively than everyone else—or, perhaps, a saint out of a hero.
I like the music Crusaders so far, but the only ones with much personality seem to be Medley and to a lesser extent Sonata. The fact that she's distrustful of Blackjack, and even offended that she's wearing the Crusader patch and desirous of the bounty on her head, gives a little bit of external consequence to Scoodle's death, but it's not a huge amount. I'm not sure how much Blackjack realizes it, but DJ Pon3 probably was a big help in making the other Crusaders receptive to her.
P-21 and Glory come out and say that they think of Blackjack as a friend, Glory after making a recording detailing her impressions of Blackjack and P-21. I thought that the recording was a good moment, showing Glory as something of a scientist even in her regular interactions with other people. Her clear admiration of Blackjack is already coming through, but is tempered by concern, perhaps even dipping into fear. She has less, at least in terms of superlatives, to say about P-21, but she recognizes his past trauma, which she suspects has helped him adapt to the Wasteland better than she or Blackjack has, and his repressed rage, agreeing that he shouldn'd carry a gun.
Blackjack, naturally, immediately fucks up the "we're friends!" moment by getting Glory to go to sleep so Blackjack can deal with a gang of farmers after the bounty on her own. She does, keeping it non-lethal except for one mare, whom Glory is able to revive. Glory and P-21 are not happy, and Glory insists that if they are to remain friends Blackjack needs to trust them to help her. P-21 agrees, just adding that she isn't a smart pony, and the curtains close.
- Chapter Eight Editing:
Most of them had pathetic weapons; rusty rifles and barely mended work implements.
Professionals who were asking questions; what did Security look like?
semicolon to colon?
What weapons did she carry? What foods did she like
Only one space after question mark
“Shit. Ya caught me,” the left head of the Brahmin muttered.
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized
if slightly worn, lingerie that covered both flanks and back legs.. Quite a cute mare, if you overlooked
Not sure if that's supposed to be a period or an ellipsis.
“Ya caught me… you nearly made me laugh,” I said fondly to Hank and Tony.
Should also have single quotes around "Ya caught me".
“I do standup,” the Brahmin’s left head said with a chuckle.
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized
magic before,” P-21 teased. The wrinkled
Only one space after period
“No. she wouldn’t have actually gone inside…”
"she" should be capitalized
“Hey Blackjack.”
comma after "Hey"?
back a shocking talent at housecleaning, have you?” I said as I sat in the booth opposite her.
should have only one space after quotation
You should have P-21 check in the ladies room.
need apostrophe for "ladies' "
“It does seem counterproductive.” I agreed, then went out to tell
period to comma, should have only one space after quotation
My eyes started to itch and my vision turned decidedly more amberish: minor magical radiation poisoning for sure. No patch and purge special this time.
I left the bathroom decidedly cleaner, went to the duffel,
"Decidedly" is a little distinctive to be used on consecutive lines: maybe change one to a synonym, like "distinctly" or a weaker adverb like "much" or "very"?
the same blue and gold motif. I could feel the metal plates
only one space after the period
Hopefully it would prevent more ‘Blackjack got blown up within an inch of her life’ mom-
second hyphen for dash
Somepony had sewn the crusader patch on the flank of my left side; right below the words ‘Security.’
Should "crusader" be capitalized, semicolon to comma, period to outside of quotation marks?
“Well. As terrifying as it’s been,
Only one space after period
…have I mentioned I hate being bored?
Should "have" be capitalized? I'm not sure, because the ellipsis is indicating a pause or time passing, not the removal of the start of the sentence or its continuation from the previous paragraph.
See what they see and feel what they felt.
Second "see" should be "saw."
“Well… all right then.” I whispered, tears running down
period should be comma
and then parted. I hadn’t realized how cool the
only one space after period
made it into the history books. I wondered why she had been
buildings beside the winding highway. I smiled a
three spaces after period
That was ‘Ain’t gonna hang my head.’
period should probably be outside quotation marks
Oh.” There was a shaking of paper and a conspicuous clearing of his throat
should have second space after quotation
So with that in mind,” the music began again, “Here is Sweetie Belle with ‘Priceless’.”
I don't think "Here" should be capitalized, as it's continuing the previous sentence.
“We’re gonna skin ya for them Brahmin ya eet!”
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized
Ate three of our brahmin.” Assault Rifles said as he scratched his pockmarked
period should be comma
Or you think them Brahmin farmers were gonna just let us outta
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized
“Well… don’t hear that often.” The rose colt said
period should be comma, "The" shouldn't be capitalized
The cave the dragon mutants lived in was a crevice in the ground that I almost fell into before I spotting.
Delete the last "I".
second drum with black needle rounds and orange explosive rounds. I had no clue how tough the
only one space after period
Glory floated P-21 down with her.
Maybe change "floated" to "carried" or some such? "Float" sounds more like something Blackjack would do.
The second shot fired a fist-sized spread of the razor-sharp darts into the hole.
"Fist" to "hoof"? I don't think she's really encountered much that could form fists, yet.
Blood sprayed from the creature’s mouth and chest wound as the flechettes sliced through
"wound" to "wounds"?
as she landed beside us. My rad meter now crept into
only one space after period
With S.A.T.S. I finished off the torso.
comma after "S.A.T.S."?
The back legs had atrophied almost to nothing, but it’s forelimbs pulled it over the ground.
"its"
“Oh top of us?” Glory said, her eyes wide with shock.
"Oh" to "On"
Then he sighed and...pulled out a magazine?
should have space after ellipsis
vitreous fluids dripped from my security barding. My eyes glowed like mining lamps
only one space after period
My eyes glowed like mining lamps as I looked up at the farmers and Crusaders and yelled with a wide grin. “Now who wants to try and collect on that bounty?” I yelled up at them, waving my steaming shotgun overhead and laughing wildly into the rain.
I suggest dropping the redundant "and yelled"
I felt like I could piss balefire at this moment.
"this" to "that"?
Her local remedy of Brahmin milk, RadAway, and Rad-X along with a healing potion did the trick.
"Brahmin" shouldn't be capitalized.
“Thanks, Boss.” I said as the seven of us continued
period to comma
was all ‘Who wants some!’ and they were all like
should have only one space after quotation
She butchered Roses’s group, smashed her horn clean off, and then gave her a five second head start before sicking the goods on her.
"goons"? Then again, maybe this guy doesn't need to make sense.
But yeah, she was slaving too.” he said with a huff,
period to comma
Is it some kind of schizophrenia, or can a pony actually survive being torn in two directions so severely?”
I think Glory's probably too knowledgeable and literal to conflate dissociative identity disorder and schizophrenia. Paragraph should not end with closing quotation mark.
I approached them instead. Two unicorns
only one space after period
“Thank you.” I muttered
period to comma
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I don't know, that would be too merciful for someone like Horse. And as shallow, short-sighted and jerk-ish as Horse is, he still would've likely had a way to survive a megaspell attack, being a master of robotics and opportunism. So I say he downloaded his mind into his Crusader ripoff, and is perhaps Cognitum's butt monkey.SilentCarto wrote:Horse strikes me as a shallow, short-sighted twit who thought he could play in the big leagues. He was probably very proud of himself for arresting Goldenblood, as if it was even his idea. I'm betting he's a pile of dust in a corner somewhere, if he wasn't the first to liquefy (or some other equally ignominious fate.)Evilgidgit wrote:I still would like to believe that Mr. Horse has some sort of role with Cognitum, so once again I'll throw my theory on the table but instead of being Cognitum, perhaps he created her via his Crusader ripoff and downloaded his own mind into it, while still playing the role of Mr. House from New Vegas and is still alive but stuck in a horrific state. And is Cognitum in Sweetiebot's body.
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I sort of picture him arranging some "clever" way to escape, only to find a note taped to it that says,Evilgidgit wrote:I don't know, that would be too merciful for someone like Horse. And as shallow, short-sighted and jerk-ish as Horse is, he still would've likely had a way to survive a megaspell attack, being a master of robotics and opportunism. So I say he downloaded his mind into his Crusader ripoff, and is perhaps Cognitum's butt monkey.
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Oooh, that would be lovely. And then there's a video recording of Goldenblood making faces at him for twenty hours, or parodying Wayne Knight's "didn't say the magic word" tease from Jurassic Park.SilentCarto wrote:I sort of picture him arranging some "clever" way to escape, only to find a note taped to it that says,Evilgidgit wrote:I don't know, that would be too merciful for someone like Horse. And as shallow, short-sighted and jerk-ish as Horse is, he still would've likely had a way to survive a megaspell attack, being a master of robotics and opportunism. So I say he downloaded his mind into his Crusader ripoff, and is perhaps Cognitum's butt monkey.
Thanks for building me an escape pod! You really saved my hay bacon.
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SilentCarto wrote:Guys, I think I just figured out Project Horizons.
While turning the moon into starmetal is a suitably epic endeavor for any evil mustache-twirling villain, I'm not sure why Goldenblood would do so. What would a moon-sized chunk of power be used for, and in fact what could starmetal be used for anyways? Unless someone figured out how to use starmetal to do something besides kill stuff and reshape itself weird, this wouldn't do much more than prompt the megaspell-destruction that happened anyways. Remember, Project Horizons is somehow meant to benefit Equestria, or at the least Luna. I suppose it's possible that it's been figured out how to use starmetal to do mind-control, so maybe the moon would mind-control the planet for Luna? That's really my best guess.
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Dat ending! I swear my braintube played this in my head:
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Huh? No, I mean he'd convert moonstone until it reached something on the order of 1 million tons, then shut off the shields and let it touch the surface. He implied that Horizons was a massive weapon. It was supposed to "wipe out the bad" and save the rest. I suspect that Project Redoubt, which is apparently Nightmare Moon's fortress inside Black Pony Mountain, was supposed to protect those who were chosen to survive, but that apparently didn't go to plan.Derpmind wrote:SilentCarto wrote:Guys, I think I just figured out Project Horizons.
While turning the moon into starmetal is a suitably epic endeavor for any evil mustache-twirling villain, I'm not sure why Goldenblood would do so. What would a moon-sized chunk of power be used for, and in fact what could starmetal be used for anyways? Unless someone figured out how to use starmetal to do something besides kill stuff and reshape itself weird, this wouldn't do much more than prompt the megaspell-destruction that happened anyways. Remember, Project Horizons is somehow meant to benefit Equestria, or at the least Luna. I suppose it's possible that it's been figured out how to use starmetal to do mind-control, so maybe the moon would mind-control the planet for Luna? That's really my best guess.
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