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#Post#: 179--------------------------------------------------
Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: fluff_n_stuff Date: June 4, 2012, 8:36 am
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You're far more likely to get a conventional weapon response
(regular bombs, artillery, etc) than a WMD response. It's be
easy to combine a conventional weapon with the explosive
fluffies to get an earth shattering ka-boom.
Either that or the Static discharge of several million fluffies
hugging in victory as the military leaves could be enough to
trigger an event.
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: Giant_Neckbeard Date: June 4, 2012, 9:44 am
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Couple of ideas to throw at you:
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Fluffies seek shelter in the nearby power-station, shorting the
system out as hundreds of Fluffies cram themselves into the
'wamm pwaces' under the cooling devices or other
high-temperature machinery, sending Cleveland into a blackout.
Given that Cleveland reported has a working reactor, that means
that thousands of Fluffy Ponies jammed into the machinery,
piping and water-coolers has the possibility of sending the
entire plant into a slow melt-down.
>"Ooooh, wamm!" The Fluffies cooed and whispered, crawling
awkwardly under the large metal things, sighing happily.
>For the first time in days, they had found someplace warm to
spend the night.
>No munstas to chase them away or kill their friends.
>Everyone packed in under the metal things and hugged each
other, happy to be warm, if not comfortable.
>.......
>Soon, Fluffies started to sweat, feeling very, very
uncomfortable.
>"Too wamm! Wan gu!" Somebody groaned, the fluff sticking to the
Fluffy Pony's body with sweat.
>"Wet us owt!" Another snapped, pushing at his neighbour.
>"Nuu, wet us in, too cowd!" Somebody at the outskirts
complained.
>Fluffies squabbled, yelled, nibbled on each other's fluff, ears
and tails, and scuttled around as best they could under the warm
hot thing. Those on the outside stubbornly refused to yield,
wanting to be warm themselves.
>It was bitterly cold outside! Stupid, greedy fluffies saying
they too warm? how can they be too warm!
>Fluffies under the Metal Warm Thing began to panic, feeling too
hot, like they were cooking. Fluffy Ponies peed and pooped and
squealed as their flesh turned bright pink and their eyes began
to sting furiously.
>Fluffies on the outside had gotten very angry, and started to
push in, squashing fluffies.
>"Wan be wamm too!" They shouted angrily, frustrated that the
warm place had been soiled by the other fluffies.
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>The Next Morning.
>Dead Fluffy Ponies everywhere.
>Some crushed to death, others burned when the scrum pushed them
up against the underside of the cooling tank, their fluff and
skin melting and adhereing them to the giant vessel.
>Others still pawed weakly at the bottom of the scrum,
whimpering that they didn't like this game anymore, that they
didn't smell pretty....
>Then ... the reactor went into full swing.
>People were waking up, turning on their TVs, flicking on the
radios, using their appliances.
>Reactor was pushed to provide more power, and it did just that.
>And to prevent overheating ... had to flush the dirty water
from the reactor into the Cooling Tank.
>Hot, radioactive water pumped into the Coolant Tank, increasing
the temperature dramatically....
>Fluffy Pony Fluff smouldered, and the few remaining Fluffy
Ponies whimpered, hugging the corpses piled around and on top of
them as they felt the terrible Heat return, hotter and meaner
than before.
>Soon ... several bodies started to burn. Fire licked from one
body to the other, devouring fluff, skin and fat eagerly,
creating a horrid morass of molten fat and licking flames that
spread over the entire Herd.
>"Nu ... pwease. I guud Fwuffy." A Fluffy Mumma whimpered as the
flames surged over her body, too tired to fight back, her foals
long since squeezed out of her from the fighting last night.
>Flames licked the underside of the Cooling Tank ... then spread
as the pool of fat spread out, scorching power cables and
dripping down through grates to burn slowly over pipes carrying
wiring.
>Shortly, the aging fire system detected the smoke and the
fire-fighters arrived to put out the fat-fire, but the damage
had been done. Several vital bundles of wiring had had their
protective plastic covers burned away, and arcs of electricity
jumped form exposed wire to metal wall.
>The Reactor was on it's way to a meltdown.
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Fluffy Ponies are slaughtered in their thousands, but the
'telephone game' has sent millions to Cleveland. Hug-Boxers and
Abusers turn up in droves, the Huggers to feed and care for the
Fluffies until such time as a humane solution can be found,
Abusers turning up with hockey-masks and studded baseball bats
to 'do their doody'.
Conflict between the Huggers and the Abusers escalates, with the
locals getting more and more irate over their lives getting out
of order due to first the Fluffies, then brawling packs of
hippies and thugs in the street. Police get stretched to the
limit and finally the National Guard rolls in to settle the
matter.
Whoever came up with the 'Fluffy Pony/Spaghetti park' is
considering hari-kari as the journalists have a freaking
field-day with the shenanigans. He orders his cleanup crews, the
people who handle the trash and cleaning the roads, to take care
of the matter, now, he doesn't care how.
At minimum wages, they don't give a shit either. Fluffies are
pushed into any available open hole, down into the sewers most
likely, where they'll die and rot and be somebody else's
problems.
Fluffies piling up in the sewers and the back-alleys, hugging
their friends who are dead and sobbing. How did this happen?
This is supposed to be the promised land!
Finally, the whole situation gets violently out of hand when the
bodies in the sewers are packed in tight enough that whole
sections start to expand due to gas buildups in their bodies,
and when a crew is sent down to fix the blockage, a cigarette
from one of the cleanup crew ignites a section of the 'Fluffy
Wall'....
>Joe and Sarah snickered as they watched Old Horace franticly
try to pat out the flames on the mound of dead Fluffy Ponies.
>"Fer fuck's sake!" He yelled, slapping at the flames, but they
spread far too quickly in the oily, matted fluff of the dead
critters.
>"Ah, who cares, not like there's anything down here to burn!"
Sarah jeered, flicking her own cigarette at the pile and
chuckling as the projectile caught in the space between several
bodies, and a new, slowly expanding patch of flames grew.
>"JESUS!" Old Horace yelled, and did the strangest thing ....
>He ran away.
>"The fuck ..." Joe asked in disbelief as he watched the old man
run like it was his ass on fire away from the blockage.
>"Stupid old dick. These sewers haven't had a buildup of methane
in decades." Sarah replied, spitting. "Come on, the fun's over,
let's pull the little fuckers down and figure out what we're
gonna do with them.
>Ignoring the flames, because what could they possibly do in a
well-ventilated sewer, Sarah and Joe went to their task with
loud complaints.
>The complaints got louder as they found it was damn near
impossible to pull a Fluffy out from the 'wall'.
>Tugged and tugged, but nothing happened, until finally Joe took
a stance and pulled as hard as he could.
>The little Fluffy he was tugging on tore in half, showering him
with rotten gibblets and the front-half of a Fluffy Pony, and he
tumbled back into the sewers.
>"JESUS FUCK!" he shouted as he hit the water ... and it
cracked.
>The stench was unbelievable! Like rotting grass and puke and
shit!
>.... Shit.
>"Uh, Joe, I think we're in trouble..." Sarah yelled, shining
her torch down into the channel where Joe was struggling to his
feet, up to his waist in filth.
>"Fucking ... like I care! I smell like Fluffy Pony Shit, god
dammit!" he replied angril.
>"Yeah ... shit. look how much of it there is ..." Sarah shouted
back, shining her torch down the tunnel.
>The entire channel, wide enough to drive a truck down, has a
thick, crusty layer of dried fluffy pony poop on top of it, and
under that, a slurry-like mixture of dead and rotting fluffies,
poop and everything else a sewer could boast.
>And that smell.
>"Methane ..." Sarah and Joe said together, their faces going
pale.
>Fluffy Ponies that had been steadily burning began to pop, the
fluff and fat finally giving way and the gasses that must have
been building up in the bodies expanding from the heat of the
flames ....
>P-pop!
>A Fluffy Pony Corpse exploded, sending gibblets of flame and
flesh in a fountain over Sarah's head.
>P-pop! P-pop-pop-pop!
>"Sarah, give me a hand ..." Joy grimaced, wading towards the
ladder. "Where's the damn Extinguisher?"
>"Old Harold had it ..." Sarah whispered, taking a step back as
with each P-pop, the flames spread and grew on the gasses
released...and they kept on growing, licking down the wall of
Fluffy Corpses towards the ground...
>Towards the water.
>Sarah and Joe looked at each other, words half-uttered in their
throats, as the fluff-fire reached down like a living, liquid
thing ... and dropped into the morass.
>....................
>Old Horace was close to a hundred meters away, rushing for the
manhole cover when he heard the noise. Somewhere between a deep
boom and a horribly soft fwooosh, and looked over his shoulder.
>A wall of flame, racing along the channel of the sewer, licking
hungrily at the ceiling and shooting out the manhole covers and
grates.
>"You fucking idiots!" He managed to yell before the wave of
heat drove him to the ground, and the flames licked hungrily at
his clothes...
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: Tabula_Rojo Date: June 4, 2012, 11:06 am
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oh Neckbeard why are you so great at everything?
as for the idea of the guy who though of Spaghetti Land is
considering suicide, now you may have been unaware we were
working on a subplot of a mad member of the tourism board that
was actively trying to bring about the destruction of Cleveland.
Perhaps there was a second guy, a total hugboxer, who came up
with Spaghetti Land and the Evil Board Member saw the
destructive potential of it and became a puppet master of sorts,
gladly backing the naive Hugboxer.
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: PhilSrobeighn Date: June 4, 2012, 4:01 pm
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[quote author=Tabula_Rojo link=topic=3.msg185#msg185
date=1338826006]
Perhaps there was a second guy, a total hugboxer, who came up
with Spaghetti Land and the Evil Board Member saw the
destructive potential of it and became a puppet master of sorts,
gladly backing the naive Hugboxer.
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Makes sense - it would take a majority to do something in a
democracy, so the Abusefag on the Board couldn't do this alone.
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: Lord Anubis Date: June 4, 2012, 5:05 pm
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Jesus Christ, Neckbeard. You are so damn good at this. It makes
me feel inadequate sometimes. Like now.
[quote author=Tabula_Rojo link=topic=3.msg185#msg185
date=1338826006]
as for the idea of the guy who though of Spaghetti Land is
considering suicide, now you may have been unaware we were
working on a subplot of a mad member of the tourism board that
was actively trying to bring about the destruction of Cleveland.
Perhaps there was a second guy, a total hugboxer, who came up
with Spaghetti Land and the Evil Board Member saw the
destructive potential of it and became a puppet master of sorts,
gladly backing the naive Hugboxer.
[/quote]
Is he still putting explosives under the park? Because a guy
foreseeing a massive fluffy invasion like this is a bit of a
stretch.
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: PhilSrobeighn Date: June 4, 2012, 6:09 pm
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[quote author=Lord Anubis link=topic=3.msg193#msg193
date=1338847529]
Jesus Christ, Neckbeard. You are so damn good at this. It makes
me feel inadequate sometimes. Like now.
[quote author=Tabula_Rojo link=topic=3.msg185#msg185
date=1338826006]
as for the idea of the guy who though of Spaghetti Land is
considering suicide, now you may have been unaware we were
working on a subplot of a mad member of the tourism board that
was actively trying to bring about the destruction of Cleveland.
Perhaps there was a second guy, a total hugboxer, who came up
with Spaghetti Land and the Evil Board Member saw the
destructive potential of it and became a puppet master of sorts,
gladly backing the naive Hugboxer.
[/quote]
Is he still putting explosives under the park? Because a guy
foreseeing a massive fluffy invasion like this is a bit of a
stretch.
[/quote]
I'm working on this story angle as we speak. My idea is that
seeing how ferral fluffies are unlikely to have money, the
official angle of Spaghetti Land is to attract owners with
fluffies much like kid-friendly theme parks draw families:
advertise to the fluffies until they whine about wanting to go
so much that the owner gives in. The corrupt board member is
going to reveal to a captured intern who knows too much that the
plan is aimed so much at the fluffies as the owners who are so
hugboxxy that they would spend $109 on the opening-day ticket.
Doesn't even cross his mind that so many fluffies would come.
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: Lord Anubis Date: June 4, 2012, 6:40 pm
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[quote author=Phil Srobeighn link=topic=3.msg198#msg198
date=1338851385]
I'm working on this story angle as we speak. My idea is that
seeing how ferral fluffies are unlikely to have money, the
official angle of Spaghetti Land is to attract owners with
fluffies much like kid-friendly theme parks draw families:
advertise to the fluffies until they whine about wanting to go
so much that the owner gives in. The corrupt board member is
going to reveal to a captured intern who knows too much that the
plan is aimed so much at the fluffies as the owners who are so
hugboxxy that they would spend $109 on the opening-day ticket.
Doesn't even cross his mind that so many fluffies would come.
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Soudns good to me. He targets the hugboxers more than the
fluffies themselves, because without hugboxers, they have no
protectors.
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: Giant_Neckbeard Date: June 5, 2012, 5:48 am
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Something I might add? Methane will only provide so much
explosive power. I suspect that, unless the flames reach a
stockpile of explosives, fireworks or a gas-main, we're going to
see a Sea of Flames rather than Hiroshima On A Good Day.
On another note, the dried shit of animals that live off of
grass and other low-growing plants, such as Horses, Cattle,
Goats and Camels, when dried are actually quite flammable,
although the smoke from Camel dung is, I must admit, one of the
most horrendous things I've ever endured. It's also, when packed
firmly, one of the most reliable natural insulators out there.
Also, Pastebin ... I will get one soon, I promise. Did you want
me to start uploading stories there? Also, given I'm pretty much
12 hours ahead of you guys, once my stories are to your liking,
you'd be best to put them up on Ponibooru yourself, so there's
not a horrendous 'lag' between the stories.
Waaaaaaaagh, Googlemaps, WHY WON'T YOU LOAD, GOD DAMN IT!
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: Lord Anubis Date: June 5, 2012, 9:23 am
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The methane fluffies will be a fun chain reaction as they all
start popping. All the shit that's been accumulating in the city
will combust, set off the gas in the sewers which causes damage
because of the pressure. The explosives planted under Spaghetti
Land finally ignite, turning the entire park into a crater.
The sewer gas explosion spreads until it reaches Lake Erie, and
blows a giant hole through which the lake flows into the ruins
if the city, drowning any fluffies that survived the blast.
How does that sound?
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Re: Destruction brainstorm
By: PhilSrobeighn Date: June 5, 2012, 12:12 pm
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[quote author=Lord Anubis link=topic=3.msg255#msg255
date=1338906206]
The methane fluffies will be a fun chain reaction as they all
start popping. All the shit that's been accumulating in the city
will combust, set off the gas in the sewers which causes damage
because of the pressure. The explosives planted under Spaghetti
Land finally ignite, turning the entire park into a crater.
The sewer gas explosion spreads until it reaches Lake Erie, and
blows a giant hole through which the lake flows into the ruins
if the city, drowning any fluffies that survived the blast.
How does that sound?
[/quote]
Don't forget that the explosion sets off the already-suffering
Perry Nuclear Facility, providing much-needed radiation for
Zombfluffs.
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