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Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 1, 2012, 12:11 am
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Got pieces of the story written out? Post them here for
discussion.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 1, 2012, 12:41 am
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So here's a little something I whipped up for the tail end of
Phase 2. A little dark humor at the expense of the abusers.
>You are Asmodeus, mighty cult leader.
>Actually, your name is Hubert Windlenot, but that's not a very
intimidating cult leader name.
>You are the leader of the Red Box, a sacred cult devoted to one
goal:
>The torture, mutilation, and extermination of all fluffy
ponies.
>You always hated the things, and loved to kill the alley
fluffies near your apartment.
>Nobody gave a shit about the little vermin. And it made you
feel big.
>But one day, while tripping balls off some peyote you snagged
from Big Daddy Poppa (your dealer), you received a message from
God Himself.
>Kinda surprised you, since you weren't even aware he was real.
>He was cool about that, though. I guess he's used to it.
>He told you that you were to embark upon a holy quest.
>You were to eradicate the unholy scourge of fluffy ponies from
His world, restoring all things to their rightful balance.
>Well, when God gives you a to-do list, you do it.
>You set up shop in Cleveland (cheap housing) and started
accepting members.
>No shortage of sick fucks in the cities, so you soon had a
sizeable group.
>God must truly be with you, for he has graced you with the most
bountiful harvest of fluffies you could ever have dreamed for.
>More and more stream into the city every hour.
>Right now, you're bunkered down in your underground preparation
room near the heart of the city.
>All around you, your cult is preparing their cruel weapons of
pain and torment.
>With some many fluffies and nowhere to run, your focus has been
on making weapons that cause suffering rather than death.
>Your right hand man wields a gas powered weedwacker that has
been fitted with long metal blades.
>As he walks through the hordes of abominations, he will leave
bloody shreds in his wake.
>Another cult member is fitting a homemade flamethrower with
low-heat fuel.
>It's just hot enough to ignite the fluff, but not so hot that
it burns them to a crisp.
>Instead, they will flee in terror of his cleansing flame,
spreading the purging light to their filthy brethren.
>Another is affixing a length of barbed chains to a long stick.
>The chains and barbs have been spray painted light beige, so
that in the eyes of the imbecilic animals, he hold spaghetti at
the end of a stick.
>They will come to him in hopes of a nourishing offering, only
to find their bellies filled with pain and anguish as the chains
swing through their masses, eviserating all who are arrogant
enough to consider themselves worthy of human sustenance.
>You spy another, a new face in your blessed order.
>He has taken several short sticks, attaching the ends to a long
length of chain, with the chain being attached at the other end
to a wrapped handle.
>Kinda looks like a bunch of keys on a chain from a distance.
>A Sorry Stick whip.
>Not quite as gruesome as some of the other cultists' creations,
but you admire him for his lateral thinking.
>He'll go far with that sort of creativity.
>Already the mongrels grow thick above you as they move
throughout the city in search of some salvation.
>They will only find misery.
>It is time.
>You pick up your own weapon, a heavy machine gun refitted to
fire rubber bullets, and rally your crusaders.
>You lead them up to the surface, and dramatically kick through
the door that leads to the outside and the multitude herds of
fluffies.
>Your erection is about to burst through your cult robe.
>You look around at the choas that surrounds you.
>The city is a wreck. Windows and doors smashed, cars
overturned, and of course, fluffy shit all over the place.
>You breathe it in gladly. It is the stench of your divine
mission.
>You gag a bit. That shit is really potent.
>All around you the fluffies are running. You smile and cycle a
round into the chamber.
>You take aim at the thousands of fluffies running towards you.
>Yes, hurry to your fate, accursed plague. You will find nither
pity nor mercy here.
>The fluffies continue to charge.
>....Right past you.
>They're not even noticing you.
>Hell, they don't even notice the new guy spinning the sorry
sticks over his head.
>You lower your gun.
>”What are they all running from?”
>You suddenly see a massive wall of smoke and dust hurtling
towards you from the direction of the fleeing fluffies.
>”Oh, son of a-”
>Your entire cult is hit by the massive wave of debris and smoke
which fills your lungs and sends you all flying back.
>Fluffy abuser cult drowns.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 1, 2012, 6:00 pm
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I really like it. The setup is nice, the descriptions of the
expected abuse is grand, and then you deliver the blast.
Other than tweaking it as the framework evolves, a great Phase 2
story.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 1, 2012, 6:21 pm
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--- Quote from: Phil Srobeighn link ---
>
> I really like it. The setup is nice, the descriptions of the
expected abuse is grand, and then you deliver the blast.
>
> Other than tweaking it as the framework evolves, a great Phase
2 story.
>
--- End Quote ---
Yay!
Here's something I wrote up for the Fluffy 2.0., aka the Fuzzy
Pony
>You are a scientist at Biotoys, a company that is the current
forerunner in civilian biotechnology.
>Currently you are working on what will hopefully be the
company's breakthrough cash cow.
>The Fluffy Pony 2.0, or Fuzzy Pony.
>The original fluffy pony was an absolute disaster.
>Idiots at Aperture Biotech had no idea what they were doing.
>Fluffies are suicidally stupid, obnoxious, helpless,overly
fertile, and have a gastrointestinal system that produces the
most foul smelling detritus you have ever experienced.
>Worst of all, they're openly sold.
>After Aperture shut down from mysterious circumstances and took
all of their data about fluffies with them, people started
breeding and selling fluffies themselves.
>Aperture Biotech never made a cent.
>But this time, Biotoys is going to do this properly.
>The Fluffy 2.0 is a masterpiece of genetic engineering and
neurological programming.
>Both fluffies and fuzzies talk in babyspeak, but fuzzies will
shut up when you tell them to.
>Fluffies have a lot of their more annoying characteristics
hardwired into their brain, making improvements all but
impossible.
>The Fuzzies, on the other hand, rely on programming fed into
the brain via a neural implant chip.
>You can program and reprogram them however you like, provided
you have permission to access the chip.
>Biotoys keeps a very close watch on its access codes.
>Fluffies are very fragile, their fluff can be ripped from their
body with little effort, their skin is highly permeable, their
bones are brittle even if they aren't a pegasus, and without
their fluff, they will likely freeze to death, even at room
temperature. Their bites and kicks are only dangerous to other
fluffies. Even a rabbit could kick a fluffy's ass without
concern.
>Fuzzies are much more stalwart, and can take much more damage.
Their skin is thicker, so they retain more heat. A fluffy can
break a leg from a six foot drop. A fuzzy would need at least
thirteen. They're still fragile, but they could actually take on
a similarly sized animal and stand a decent chance.
>Fluffies were programmed to want spaghetti above all other
foods, presumably because it was cheap and readily available,
and didn't pose a choking hazard.
>Of course, being based on herbivores, they could realistically
eat anything vegetarian. Even grass.
>This turned into a huge menace when wild herds of fluffies made
their way onto farmland and ate the crops, or ate the grass in
grazing fields.
>Fuzzies biology has been designed so that their bodies do not
naturally produce a particular strand of protein vital to their
survival.
>They can eat all the spaghetti they want, but without eating
Biotoy brand Fuzzy Feed, they will die.
>Fluffies were like needy little toddlers, always demanding
attention and affection. If you didn't give it to them, they got
depressed and melancholy.
>Fuzzies never ask for anything, and will remain silent until
spoken to. If you tell them to play, they will play as long as
you like. But when you decide you're done, they stop without
hesitation.
>Fluffies reach sexual maturity in about 3-6 months, their
gestation period is 1.5-3 weeks, and they can give birth to 1-5
foals in one birthing.
>Fuzzies have had their reproductive capacities removed. Their
genitals are still there, but they're completely infertile. New
fuzzies are made in vitro in the labs.
>You want a new fuzzy? Buy one from Biotoys.
>Fluffies can be obstinate and disobedient, and sometimes
they're too stupid to remember commands for very long.
>Fuzzies obey all commands given, unless the commands involve
causing harm to a human. They've been hardwired with the Laws of
Robotics, just in case.
>If a fuzzy hasn't been given a command, it just stands there,
blank expression on its face, staring forward. If it weren't for
its breathing and the occasional blink, you'd swear it was an
actual toy.
>The neural implants also promise the opportunity for updates
from Biotoys as they see fit.
>One of the developers made a joke during a meeting about
'same-day DLC.'
>He got a bonus, and is now working on a launch-day unlockable
feature that will preprogram litterbox training.
>Suckers. All you have to do to train these guys is tell them
where to poop. It takes less than a minute.
>However, the development of the fuzzy has not been without its
shortcomings.
>Try as the researchers might, they just could not replicate the
fluffy gastrointestinal system well enough that it produced a
potent fertilizer for plants.
>However Aperture figured that one out (if it was even
intentional), you'll never know.
>It's just as well. The fuzzies have microbes in their gut that
greatly reduces the smell of their feces.
>The other major issue is the lack of color.
>Dozens of tests were done in an attempt to get fuzzies to
produce different colored fuzz, to no avail.
>They all develop completely white. Fluffies come in almost
every variety imaginable, often in complete defiance of genetic
inheritance.
>But fuzzies remain a solid white no matter what you do.
>It's kind of frustrating. If those rednecks at A&M could make a
purple carrot, sure you could make a purple fuzzy?
>Management recently axed color research in favor of selling
dyes.
>More Biotoy merch. Fuzzies are going to make your company a
goddamn mint.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: fluff_n_stuff
Date: June 1, 2012, 6:38 pm
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Glad to see you used some of the stuff I had from before,
Anubis.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 1, 2012, 7:34 pm
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--- Quote from: fluff_n_stuff link ---
>
> Glad to see you used some of the stuff I had from before,
Anubis.
>
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Yep. Hope that's not a problem. It was really really good stuff.
I think I figured out how the Fuzzies can pose a threat to
Fluffies.
>You are a scientist at Biotoys, performing tests on your big
project, the Fluffy 2.0
>In order to differentiate them from their predecessors, they're
called Fuzzies.
>Right now, you're making the rounds of your many test chambers,
checking on fuzzies currently undergoing testing.
>All the little details have to be ironed out BEFORE launch day.
>The original fluffies were not completed before an animal
rights group broke them free from their R&D facility at Aperture
Biotech.
>It's been made absolutely clear by the Board of Directors that
everything must be perfect before launch, even if that means
delays.
>Not that they need to worry about that.
>You're actually a little ahead of schedule, and most of what's
left are just minor tests.
>You stop by one window and look in.
>Inside is a single fuzzy pony, a bowl filled with Fuzzy Feed
right in front of it.
>The fuzzies have to eat Fuzzy Feed, or they die from a lack of
a vital protein found only in Fuzzy Feed.
>Biotoys holds the patent on it, too.
>It stares blankly in front of it, not noticing the food right
in front of it.
>You check the chart by the door.
>It hasn't eaten in four days.
>During that time, it has been commanded to exercise, poop and
pee when needed, drink water, and sleep, but not eat.
>Observation has shown that the fuzzy has not even attempted to
eat the food without being ordered.
>It's clearly starving, its fuzzy cheeks looking hollowed, and
its whole body looking emaciated.
>This is good news. This test proves that fuzzies will not act
autonomously, even to save its own life.
>You press a button by the door, which turns on the intercom for
the room.
>”You may eat, fuzzy.”
>”Fank yoo, mista.” The fuzzy says without emotion, and
immediately begins eating.
>You write a note on the chart that the test is complete, and to
reassign the fuzzy to other tests once it has regained full
health.
>Moving on, you enter a different door where another test is
currently underway.
>”I'm not going to tell you again, fuzzy. Attack him now!”
>The researcher brandishes the Behavior Adjustment Device for
Fuzzies threateningly.
>The BAD Fuzzy Stick is a prototype punishment device developed
early on in the project for potential discipline issues.
>It's really just a plexiglass stick about a foot and a half
long and an inch in diameter. But the coloring on the outside is
unique.
>The fuzzy nerual implant has been programmed to make them fear
the BAD Fuzzy Stick above all other things.
>It was going to be sold to new owners as a way to keep their
fuzzy in line.
>But programming absolute obedience was a lot easier than
expected, and the BAD Fuzzy Stick suddenly became unecessary.
>Still kept the fear programming in just in case.
>The researcher holding the BAD Fuzzy Stick is commanding a
fuzzy to attack another researcher, who is wearing rubber
galoshes just in case the fuzzy does attack.
>Fortunately for the researcher's ankles, the fuzzy refuses.
>”No can gif owies to hooman, mista.”
>”If you tell me no one more time, I'm going to hit you with the
BAD Fuzzy Stick! Do you hear me?”
>The fear programming kicks in, and the fuzzy scrunches up.
>”Pwease mista fuzzy sowwy no wan bad fuzzy stick.”
>”Then do as you are told and bite him!”
>”Nuu. No can bite hooman. Fuzzy no wan!”
>The researcher smack the fuzzy lightly on the backside with the
BAD Fuzzy Stick. The fuzzy gives a short yelp of pain.
>”Attack!”
>”No can gif owies!”
>The researcher strikes again, harder this time.
>”I said attack!”
>”Nuu!”
>An even harder strike.
>”Bite him now!”
>”No wanna gif owies, mista! Pwease no bad fuzzy stick!”
>The researcher hits the fluffy so hard you flinch.
>”ATTACK HIM YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!”
>The fuzzy is now having trouble standing on its back legs. They
might be injured from that last blow. He just shakes his head.
>The researcher lifts the stick up for a hard hit across the
face.
>”That's enough, Patrick.”
>The researcher notices you for the first time.
>”Oh hey, Bill, didn't notice you there. What did you think
about the test?”
>”I think it proves fairly conclusively that fuzzies will not
attack a human, even under severe duress and fear. You take put
your shoes back on now, Steve.”
>”About freaking time.” The other researcher says as he kicks
off the galoshes.
>Patrick walks over to you while writing some stuff on a
clipboard.
>”So, what are we going to do with the test subject? I wacked
him pretty hard.”
>You look at the fuzzy, who has returned to its base position of
standing upright and staring forward.
>”Fuzzy, come.”
>The fuzzy turns and walks to you, favoring one back leg over
another.
>Yep, broken leg.
>You pick it up and place it back in its cage.
>”You may rest now, fuzzy.”
>”Fank yoo, mista.”
>It falls asleep immediately. It wasn't allowed to sleep for two
days to increase stress and duress for the test.
>You phone the front desk and tell them to have one of the
interns send the fuzzy in this room to the veterinary
experimentation wing.
>Fuzzy injury recovery is not your department.
>You excuse yourself from the room as Steve strikes up a
conversation with Patrick while putting his shoes on.
>”You going to the Indians game tonight?”
>”Hell yeah, they're playing Colorado. Can't wait to see them
kick some...”
>One last test before lunch.
>You open the door to a test chamber with a large baby playpen.
>In it is a single fluffy pony.
>Version 1.0, by the way. Cream color fluff, vibrant orange
mane.
>It lights up when it sees you. “Daddy! Pway wif Cweamsicwe?”
>You don't respond, picking up the chart on a nearby table.
>Creamiscle keeps asking if you want to play, since her playpen
is completely bare, and she's bored.
>All physical and mental tests within acceptable parameters.
Test subject 'Creamiscle' is, for all intents and purposes, a
typical domestic fluffy pony.
>You put the chart down and finally show some attention to
Creamiscle.
>”Hello, little girl.”
>”Daddy! Wan pway! Cweamsicwe no haf fwends, no haf baww, no haf
bwocks, wan pway!”
>”Alright, how would you like to play with a new friend?”
>Creamsicle looks estatic.
>”Yay! New fwend! New fwend!”
>She's hopping all around the playpen.
>You buzz the intercom.
>”Bring in the fuzzy.”
>Another researcher brings in a fuzzy pony and places him in the
playpen.
>”Fuzzy, play with the fluffy pony. It is a friend.”
>”Kay, mista.”
>You place a ball inside the playpen.
>Creamsicle immediately runs up and headbutts the ball towards
the fuzzy.
>The fuzzy headbutts it back.
>The continues for ten minutes, Creamiscle laughing and bouncing
around the entire time.
>She walks up to the fuzzy and gives it a hug. “Wuv new fwend.”
>”Fuzzy, hug your friend.”
>The fuzzy hugs Creamiscle back.
>Awww, that's cute.
>Well, enough of that.
>”Fuzzy, begin secret order 109. Password: obsolete.”
>”Aknowedged.”
>Creamsicle goes back to playing with her ball. The fuzzy plays
with her.
>After waiting a few minutes with no noticable change in
behavior, you and the researcher walk out the door.
>You walk over to another door and enter the observation room
overlooking the room with the playpen.
>The windows are treated so you can't be seen.
>After another minute of playing with the ball, the fuzzy stops,
and begins looking around the room.
>Creamsicle notices when she bounces to ball to him and he
doesn't bounce it back.
>”Whaa? Why no pway wif baww, fuzzy fwend?”
>Once the fuzzy has confirmed that there are no people in the
room, it pounces on Creamiscle.
>Creamsicle laughs. “Yay! Mo huggies fwom new fwend!”
>The fuzzy rolls over until he has Creamiscle pinned down on her
back. He then presses a hoof down directly onto her throat.
>Creamiscle tries to get the fuzzy off, but it's no use. The
fuzzy is much stronger and slightly larger than the fluffy, and
she can't even get enough air out to scream.
>Finally, her little body goes limp. The fuzzy gets off of
Creamiscle's body, and resumes playing with the ball, having not
been ordered to stop.
>You and the researcher go back into the room with the fuzzy.
>”Fuzzy, stop playing. What happened to Creamiscle?”
>”Fuzzy no know. Was pwaying baww wif new fwend, den fwend stop
moving. Fink she sweepy, take nap.”
>You nod. “Very well. Fuzzy.”
>You motion to the other researcher, and he picks up the fuzzy.
>You both go outside and start walking towards the fuzzy storage
room.
>”That couldn't have gone better, wouldn't you say, Arthur?”
>”Oh yeah, that was magical, Bill. This secret order idea was
genius.
>”Well, I can't take all the credit. I thought of it while
watching Star Wars. That Emporer had the right idea.”
>Arthur gives the fuzzy in his arms a little stroke on the head.
>”These little guys are going to help us wipe those disgusting
vermin right off the face of the earth.”
>”You really hate fluffies, don't you, Arthur?”
>”What's not to hate? They're like toddlers, Bill. Toddlers for
life. At least with a human, it's smelly, annoying, and overly
dependent for a few years, and then it grows up and makes you
proud. A fluffy is smelly, annoying, and overly dependent for a
few years, and then it dies. It doesn't ever get better or stop
acting like a little child. What's the point?”
>”Some would say that's the whole point.”
>”Yeah, fuck those hugboxing idiots. Once these fuzzies go on
the market, nobody will ever want a fluffy pony again.”
>”Well, that's the business plan.”
>”Are we going to try the secret order out on the ferals now?”
>”Not until after lunch. I'm thinking Arby's.”
>”I'm thinking something a little more celebratory. 109 works,
dude! They'll never suspect the fuzzy pony when their old fluffy
keels over.”
>”Alright, how about Momocho?”
>”Guacamole ahoy!”
(Momocho is a Mexican restaurant in Cleveland, btw.)
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 1, 2012, 8:23 pm
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Brilliant touch with the Momocho. Thank you for pointing out
that you are blatently taking a Star Wars move, it turns it from
"Ugh, this is just Star Wars" to "LOL! I am a geek too! I
connect with the characters in this story!"
Is the number 109 important?
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Tabula_Rojo
Date: June 1, 2012, 8:38 pm
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I'm not entirely on board with Fluffies having been developed by
Aperture, I prefer our old plan of both Fluffies and Fuzzies
being developed by Hasbro
otherwise cool stuff here
although what happened with the virus? are we still doing the
virus?
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 1, 2012, 8:53 pm
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--- Quote from: Phil Srobeighn link ---
>
> Is the number 109 important?
>
--- End Quote ---
No, just a random number. If you have one that's more symbolic,
let me know.
--- Quote from: Tabula_Rojo link ---
>
> I'm not entirely on board with Fluffies having been developed
by Aperture, I prefer our old plan of both Fluffies and Fuzzies
being developed by Hasbro
>
> although what happened with the virus? are we still doing the
virus?
>
--- End Quote ---
Aperture making fluffies has always been my headcanon. What
other company can you think of that would make such a
haphazardly designed creature?
Even if that gets changed, I still say the fluffies and fuzzies
should be made by separate companies. It makes for a better
contrast. It's not a fluffy upgrade, it's a fluffy replacement.
Honestly, I don't like the virus idea. It's too easy as a plot
device, and has too many implications for non-Cleveland fluffy
stories. How about good old-fashioned chemical warfare?
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Tabula_Rojo
Date: June 1, 2012, 8:58 pm
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--- Quote from: Lord Anubis link ---
> How about good old-fashioned chemical warfare?
>
--- End Quote ---
do tell
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