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[Dsarker]

Kamina?


Next part I should do should be about the battles of Ponyville and Cloudsdale. First battle of the war was a small skirmish outside Ponyville, as the first settlement outside the Everfree Forest. After the EFF, they don't trust the ponies, and they open fire on them. Celestia doesn't know what happened until Cloudsdale. Cloudsdale is after the Chinese forces occupy Ponyville and interrogate some of the ponies. They send a message to high command, who orders them to march on Canterlot. An air battle ensures in Cloudsdale, with Chinese fighters zooming through the insubstantial city. Most of the pegasi are killed. Some of them escape and warn Celestia, who discovers what happened to Ponyville and starts a recruitment drive.


Even with everything they have, they are badly trained, have no understanding of tactics or strategy, and after several battles of complete loss, Canterlot is besieged. The city is destroyed in the fighting.

[Sean Mirrsen]

And then what?

Also, complete:

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[Dsarker]

Who or what is the inspiration for that drawing?

Anyway, next I was going to have Celestia flee the country, and have a tale about the Chinese oppression, but I don't have any real knowledge of how they do oppress people.

[Sean Mirrsen]

This guy:


I.e. the source of the whole "spiky orange glasses" thing. From Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, an anime about ridiculously large robots.

[MC Dirty]

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Starbuck crouched as close to the ground as he could in horror as heard the distinctive whistling that marked the houmen's weapon. It grew louder and then there came a sound as if thunder was right next to him as it blew. He turned in further horror to see Mischief, his best friend, dead. Killed by the weapon. His body had turned to mince. Starbuck threw up, and tried to keep going.

This wasn't like they had said it would be back in Canterlot. Well dressed armoured unicorns shouting to join up. It had all seemed so fun, like an adventure. But now – now it was just horrifying. The attack continued. More whistling, followed by the counterpart explosions. Starbuck started to cry. He continued to crawl forward, but just broke down in tears.

"What are you doing, colt?! Get up and fight!" came the distinctive voice of the commissar. Starbuck continued to cry, and received a quick buck to the hindquarters for his trouble. He turned to see his commissar, Gens Sparkle. He was a brave colt. Standing up, his armour shining, he was a beacon for them, a remembrance of the grace of the Princess. Starbuck's courage was renewed, and he stood up. He'd make the houmen pay for this.

He charged forward. "For Equestria and victory!"

A machine gun opened up on the survivors of the artillery barrage. None of the Sixth Royal Guard made it back to base.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Skyberry Delight ducked into another cloudbank and came to a stop. With a roar, the houmen's thing flew through. It was five or six times her size! How in the hay could it fly? Never mind though. She followed it through, but it was going fast. She sped up. She was the fastest flier in her year, nothing was going to show her u-

RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT! More of things it spat came from behind her, and she turned her head. Another was on her tail, and it had her lined up. She tried to dive down, but it had bracketed her. With another short burst, it tore through her left wing. Desperation evident in her eyes, she fell to the earth like a stone. Hopefully, the unicorns would be there to catch her.

But she could already see the houmen swarming like ants over the trenches the earth ponies and unicorns had dug. Spersed inbetween were the bodies of dead ponies, some more intact than others. She offered up a last prayer to whatever was out there, and closed her eyes.


Crunch.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"You will fight the savage houmen! You will overwhelm the savage houmen! You will leave none alive!" roared the sergeant as the squad of unicorns moved to their points in the trenches. Bristle was standing at the centre of the line. He was raring for the fight. After the defeats in Cloudsdale and Ponyville, the interim government had decided Canterlot was to be protected first and foremost. Bristle was confident. Nopony had actually died. Just been forced off. It was a bit of fun before going back to the real work of gardening. The houmen didn't even have real weapons, anyway. Just fireworks that made whistling sounds, and toy crossbows. It was all a bit of a lark.

It was almost time for the houmens to turn up now, anyway. Braincolts back at HQ said that the houmen probably liked fighting in the day because they had a phobia of the night. Several daring raids had been done by the flycolts and the pegasi at night. Usually with no resistance, either.

A whistle sounded. That was the signal. Just like in training, Bristle raised a shield above him. He could hear those fireworks now. This was to be the first engagement of the three hundred and seventy eighth/ seven hundred and fifty second combined battalion. Old colts of the 378th had got some fighting in, but HQ had seen fit to join the two together because of causalities or something like that. But Bristle's squad was all 752nd Battalion colts. They raised their shields as one, lifting tnem to the sky. The whistling got louder. Mustang, a colt five across from Bristle, started to joke about something and dropped his shield for a second.

With a roar, the shells fell and blew on the shields. All except Mustang's. The shell hit the trench and blew, knocking down Mustang, the sergeant, and another colt Bristle couldn't remember. The smoke filled the trench, and Bristle let out a laugh at the silly fireworks of the houmen. But soon enough, the smoke cleared.

"MEDIC! COLTS DOWN! MEDIC!" came the frenzied cry. The houmen was swarming, and Bristle dropped. What...what the hay had happened? There was a ringing in his ear. Another pony was screaming at him to get up. Couldn't he have a rest? He was so tired. And wet. His right foreleg was killing him. Ha! Killing him! He'd have to tell Mustang about that. Mustang! That old son of a gun! He was a good bloke. He'd laugh. That other pony was screaming again. Something about a doctor. He wasn't a doctor! He was a gardener. Wait. That was what he was forgetting. It was time to garden.

He stood up and walked from the trench. Time to gard-

I have no idea what I'm looking at. Well, that's not quite true, but I have no idea where to put it. ^^
All three in one file? Would make the most sense, I guess. Idea for a title?

[Dsarker]

This guy:


I.e. the source of the whole "spiky orange glasses" thing. From Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, an anime about ridiculously large robots.

Haven't heard of him, of any spiky orange glasses thing, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, anime, or ridiculously large robots.

[Dsarker]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Starbuck crouched as close to the ground as he could in horror as heard the distinctive whistling that marked the houmen's weapon. It grew louder and then there came a sound as if thunder was right next to him as it blew. He turned in further horror to see Mischief, his best friend, dead. Killed by the weapon. His body had turned to mince. Starbuck threw up, and tried to keep going.

This wasn't like they had said it would be back in Canterlot. Well dressed armoured unicorns shouting to join up. It had all seemed so fun, like an adventure. But now – now it was just horrifying. The attack continued. More whistling, followed by the counterpart explosions. Starbuck started to cry. He continued to crawl forward, but just broke down in tears.

"What are you doing, colt?! Get up and fight!" came the distinctive voice of the commissar. Starbuck continued to cry, and received a quick buck to the hindquarters for his trouble. He turned to see his commissar, Gens Sparkle. He was a brave colt. Standing up, his armour shining, he was a beacon for them, a remembrance of the grace of the Princess. Starbuck's courage was renewed, and he stood up. He'd make the houmen pay for this.

He charged forward. "For Equestria and victory!"

A machine gun opened up on the survivors of the artillery barrage. None of the Sixth Royal Guard made it back to base.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Skyberry Delight ducked into another cloudbank and came to a stop. With a roar, the houmen's thing flew through. It was five or six times her size! How in the hay could it fly? Never mind though. She followed it through, but it was going fast. She sped up. She was the fastest flier in her year, nothing was going to show her u-

RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT! More of things it spat came from behind her, and she turned her head. Another was on her tail, and it had her lined up. She tried to dive down, but it had bracketed her. With another short burst, it tore through her left wing. Desperation evident in her eyes, she fell to the earth like a stone. Hopefully, the unicorns would be there to catch her.

But she could already see the houmen swarming like ants over the trenches the earth ponies and unicorns had dug. Spersed inbetween were the bodies of dead ponies, some more intact than others. She offered up a last prayer to whatever was out there, and closed her eyes.


Crunch.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"You will fight the savage houmen! You will overwhelm the savage houmen! You will leave none alive!" roared the sergeant as the squad of unicorns moved to their points in the trenches. Bristle was standing at the centre of the line. He was raring for the fight. After the defeats in Cloudsdale and Ponyville, the interim government had decided Canterlot was to be protected first and foremost. Bristle was confident. Nopony had actually died. Just been forced off. It was a bit of fun before going back to the real work of gardening. The houmen didn't even have real weapons, anyway. Just fireworks that made whistling sounds, and toy crossbows. It was all a bit of a lark.

It was almost time for the houmens to turn up now, anyway. Braincolts back at HQ said that the houmen probably liked fighting in the day because they had a phobia of the night. Several daring raids had been done by the flycolts and the pegasi at night. Usually with no resistance, either.

A whistle sounded. That was the signal. Just like in training, Bristle raised a shield above him. He could hear those fireworks now. This was to be the first engagement of the three hundred and seventy eighth/ seven hundred and fifty second combined battalion. Old colts of the 378th had got some fighting in, but HQ had seen fit to join the two together because of causalities or something like that. But Bristle's squad was all 752nd Battalion colts. They raised their shields as one, lifting tnem to the sky. The whistling got louder. Mustang, a colt five across from Bristle, started to joke about something and dropped his shield for a second.

With a roar, the shells fell and blew on the shields. All except Mustang's. The shell hit the trench and blew, knocking down Mustang, the sergeant, and another colt Bristle couldn't remember. The smoke filled the trench, and Bristle let out a laugh at the silly fireworks of the houmen. But soon enough, the smoke cleared.

"MEDIC! COLTS DOWN! MEDIC!" came the frenzied cry. The houmen was swarming, and Bristle dropped. What...what the hay had happened? There was a ringing in his ear. Another pony was screaming at him to get up. Couldn't he have a rest? He was so tired. And wet. His right foreleg was killing him. Ha! Killing him! He'd have to tell Mustang about that. Mustang! That old son of a gun! He was a good bloke. He'd laugh. That other pony was screaming again. Something about a doctor. He wasn't a doctor! He was a gardener. Wait. That was what he was forgetting. It was time to garden.

He stood up and walked from the trench. Time to gard-

I have no idea what I'm looking at. Well, that's not quite true, but I have no idea where to put it. ^^
All three in one file? Would make the most sense, I guess. Idea for a title?

Mao's Last Prancer?

[MC Dirty]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Starbuck crouched as close to the ground as he could in horror as heard the distinctive whistling that marked the houmen's weapon. It grew louder and then there came a sound as if thunder was right next to him as it blew. He turned in further horror to see Mischief, his best friend, dead. Killed by the weapon. His body had turned to mince. Starbuck threw up, and tried to keep going.

This wasn't like they had said it would be back in Canterlot. Well dressed armoured unicorns shouting to join up. It had all seemed so fun, like an adventure. But now – now it was just horrifying. The attack continued. More whistling, followed by the counterpart explosions. Starbuck started to cry. He continued to crawl forward, but just broke down in tears.

"What are you doing, colt?! Get up and fight!" came the distinctive voice of the commissar. Starbuck continued to cry, and received a quick buck to the hindquarters for his trouble. He turned to see his commissar, Gens Sparkle. He was a brave colt. Standing up, his armour shining, he was a beacon for them, a remembrance of the grace of the Princess. Starbuck's courage was renewed, and he stood up. He'd make the houmen pay for this.

He charged forward. "For Equestria and victory!"

A machine gun opened up on the survivors of the artillery barrage. None of the Sixth Royal Guard made it back to base.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Skyberry Delight ducked into another cloudbank and came to a stop. With a roar, the houmen's thing flew through. It was five or six times her size! How in the hay could it fly? Never mind though. She followed it through, but it was going fast. She sped up. She was the fastest flier in her year, nothing was going to show her u-

RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT! More of things it spat came from behind her, and she turned her head. Another was on her tail, and it had her lined up. She tried to dive down, but it had bracketed her. With another short burst, it tore through her left wing. Desperation evident in her eyes, she fell to the earth like a stone. Hopefully, the unicorns would be there to catch her.

But she could already see the houmen swarming like ants over the trenches the earth ponies and unicorns had dug. Spersed inbetween were the bodies of dead ponies, some more intact than others. She offered up a last prayer to whatever was out there, and closed her eyes.


Crunch.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"You will fight the savage houmen! You will overwhelm the savage houmen! You will leave none alive!" roared the sergeant as the squad of unicorns moved to their points in the trenches. Bristle was standing at the centre of the line. He was raring for the fight. After the defeats in Cloudsdale and Ponyville, the interim government had decided Canterlot was to be protected first and foremost. Bristle was confident. Nopony had actually died. Just been forced off. It was a bit of fun before going back to the real work of gardening. The houmen didn't even have real weapons, anyway. Just fireworks that made whistling sounds, and toy crossbows. It was all a bit of a lark.

It was almost time for the houmens to turn up now, anyway. Braincolts back at HQ said that the houmen probably liked fighting in the day because they had a phobia of the night. Several daring raids had been done by the flycolts and the pegasi at night. Usually with no resistance, either.

A whistle sounded. That was the signal. Just like in training, Bristle raised a shield above him. He could hear those fireworks now. This was to be the first engagement of the three hundred and seventy eighth/ seven hundred and fifty second combined battalion. Old colts of the 378th had got some fighting in, but HQ had seen fit to join the two together because of causalities or something like that. But Bristle's squad was all 752nd Battalion colts. They raised their shields as one, lifting tnem to the sky. The whistling got louder. Mustang, a colt five across from Bristle, started to joke about something and dropped his shield for a second.

With a roar, the shells fell and blew on the shields. All except Mustang's. The shell hit the trench and blew, knocking down Mustang, the sergeant, and another colt Bristle couldn't remember. The smoke filled the trench, and Bristle let out a laugh at the silly fireworks of the houmen. But soon enough, the smoke cleared.

"MEDIC! COLTS DOWN! MEDIC!" came the frenzied cry. The houmen was swarming, and Bristle dropped. What...what the hay had happened? There was a ringing in his ear. Another pony was screaming at him to get up. Couldn't he have a rest? He was so tired. And wet. His right foreleg was killing him. Ha! Killing him! He'd have to tell Mustang about that. Mustang! That old son of a gun! He was a good bloke. He'd laugh. That other pony was screaming again. Something about a doctor. He wasn't a doctor! He was a gardener. Wait. That was what he was forgetting. It was time to garden.

He stood up and walked from the trench. Time to gard-

I have no idea what I'm looking at. Well, that's not quite true, but I have no idea where to put it. ^^
All three in one file? Would make the most sense, I guess. Idea for a title?

Mao's Last Prancer?

Alright, renamed the file.

Oh, also, here's the fanfic folder again.
I'm just gonna keep reposting it if noone minds. ^^

Now I only need to go through this thread and collect everything. Oh, well, that shouldn't be a problem!

[Dsarker]

I've got to go to sleep now. TBP, I may need you to fill in for me tomorrow.

[TheBronzePickle]

Got done with the second part of the torture.

Yes, I am a horrible person.

[Zangi]

Considering all the fuzzy cute-ness that is MLP, it is well balanced by the grimdark we conjure up at Bay12.

Its what we call compromise.  I love it, always been partial to grimdark Equestria anyways...

[TheBronzePickle]

Bay 12: Violently murdering the most well-written and nicest characters in the world in the most gruesome ways possible in order to protect the balance of the Force good vs evil masculinity vs. femininity. I guess.

[Sean Mirrsen]

I don't know what you're trying to protect, but I do so swear - if this were any forum other than the Bay 12 forum, I would have left after reading what was written here. I don't mean any specific work or point in time, just all these things in general. Thankfully, I can distance myself from it, but it's still painful, seeing as I involuntarily "see" the events as they happen. Not a pretty sight.

On the other hand, if this were any forum other than the Bay 12 forum these things would probably never have come to be, but the point still stands - I can barely stand MLP characters being killed. Their characters are very powerful so far, and they are, indeed, probably the nicest characters written in the recent years. If I failed back then to influence the direction Friends in Need was taking, I most likely would never have joined you people.

Be that as it may, I do enjoy envisioning ways of repairing the damage done to the 'verses, so it's not all bad. A shame I don't have much of a way with words, or any serious drawing skill beyond the technical side. I'd be writing repair-fics left and right in you people's wake.

[Drago55577]

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I woke up in the middle of  the night so I can watch MLP.

[Flying Dice]

Got done with the second part of the torture.

Yes, I am a horrible person.

Yes, too bad indeed. Just to counterbalance all of the gore, I'm going to start thinking about what I could write to give everyone here diabetes.