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#Post#: 777--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 25, 2012, 3:54 pm
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--- Quote from: fluff_n_stuff link ---
>
> [quote author=Phil Srobeighn link=topic=4.msg772#msg772
date=1340650543]
> Also, Vanner, after your request, are you going to make some
art for this? (Personally I'm hoping for Atlas with a hammer in
his teeth and a swooning Filly, but that's just me.)
>
--- End Quote ---
I think I'll go with Anonette and filly standing there all smug
as the owner and Atlas walk away.
[/quote]
The important part was the hammer in the mouth. I find that
visual cute.
Once again, Mayclore, your detailed description of a military
operation is second-to-none and brings a unique dimension to our
collaboration. I am enjoying each of these.
Strange as it sounds, having eaten a few MREs, I confirm that
any time I imagine the smell of a burning fluffy, it does smell
like an MRE.
#Post#: 778--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Mayclore
Date: June 25, 2012, 4:10 pm
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--- Quote from: Phil Srobeighn link ---
>
> Once again, Mayclore, your detailed description of a military
operation is second-to-none and brings a unique dimension to our
collaboration. I am enjoying each of these.
>
> Strange as it sounds, having eaten a few MREs, I confirm that
any time I imagine the smell of a burning fluffy, it does smell
like an MRE.
--- End Quote ---
It's hard to be second when you're the only one in the race.
Are they really that bad? I thought I was exaggerating there.
#Post#: 783--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: fluff_n_stuff
Date: June 25, 2012, 4:35 pm
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--- Quote from: Mayclore link ---
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> [quote author=Phil Srobeighn link=topic=4.msg777#msg777
date=1340657686]
> Once again, Mayclore, your detailed description of a military
operation is second-to-none and brings a unique dimension to our
collaboration. I am enjoying each of these.
>
> Strange as it sounds, having eaten a few MREs, I confirm that
any time I imagine the smell of a burning fluffy, it does smell
like an MRE.
--- End Quote ---
It's hard to be second when you're the only one in the race.
Are they really that bad? I thought I was exaggerating there.
[/quote]
Some are terrible. Other's aren't so bad. I imagine a burning
fluffy smells sort of like burning hair and rabbit.
Rabbit is delicious by the way. Highly recommended.
#Post#: 784--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Marcusmaximus
Date: June 25, 2012, 4:50 pm
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Amazing stuff all round, guys. From the ruthlessness of a
military operation to the even greater ruthlessness of carnival
game operators, the later parts of the story are really
beginning to take shape. Really makes me look forward to the
general public getting to enjoy it.
In keeping with the spirit of posting things that are WAAAAY
beyond our current "phase", here's something I spewed out that
deals with the ultimate fate of Little Smarty's herd. Of course,
all details are open to change, based on how the destruction of
Cleveland actually goes down, but ... well, I hope someone
enjoys it.
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>Be big strong earth fluffy.
>You are not having a good day.
>Spaghetti land, the promised land where fluffies' dreams come
true, was a lie.
>And now the lie is crumbling around you.
>Bad monster fluffies are hurting good fluffies. Everything is
exploding for no reason.
>The once huge herd that Little Smarty had united has been
reduced to about a dozen.
>There is fire and water all over the place.
>You and your herd have to get out of here, but there's nowhere
to go.
>Spaghetti Land was a trap, and there's no way out.
>You fall to the ground and weep, covering your head with your
hoofsies.
>Little Smarty rolls down off your back and lands in front of
you.
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!" she says, reassuringly.
>"But, but, bad pwace! Bad for fwuffies! Wan' weave! No can
weave! What fwuffy do?!"
>You cry in despair. The few remaining members of your herd are
all crying too.
>"Tell us, wittle smawty! WHAT DO?!" you scream, shaking her.
>"What fwuffy wan' do?" asks Little Smarty.
>That's the kind of Smarty Friend she is, you realized some time
ago.
>She never thinks about herself, she's always concerned about
others...
>about the good of the whole herd.
>"FWUFFY WAN' WIV!" you cry, holding Little Smarty close.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!" she declares.
>You, and the rest of your herd, calm down a little, your sorrow
turning into determination.
>Her wise words have made you realize what's important: you want
to live.
>And if you're going to survive, you have to find a way out.
>But how?
>And that's when you notice, for the first time, that Little
Smarty is not facing you.
>Ever since she rolled off your back, she's been facing AWAY
from you.
>What is she looking at..?
>You look straight ahead of her, but you don't see ...
>And then, you look up.
>And an expression of hope fills your face.
>Overhead, a gigantic ferris wheel looms.
>Well, it's actually about ten meters tall at most
>But to a fluffy pony, that's HUGE.
>"We go dere?" you ask Little Smarty. "We go high pwace, bad
munstas no get fwuffies?"
>Little Smarty doesn't say anything, but you take her silence as
consent.
>You hoist her back onto your back.
>"Huggies!" exclaims Little Smarty.
>"WISSEN, GOOD FWUFFIES!" you bellow. "WITTLE SMAWTY SAY WE GO
DERE!"
>You point to the ferris wheel with your front-right hoof.
>"WE GO HIGH PWACE, BAD FWUFFIES, BAD BOOMIES, FIYAH, WAWA, NO
HUWT FWUFFIES!"
>You rear up for dramatic effect.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!" Little Smarty agrees.
>Your herd cheers.
>"FOWWOW FWUFFY!" you roar, as you charge toward the ferris
wheel.
>The ferris wheel, like everything in Spaghetti Land, was
designed to be fluffy-safe.
>The ferris wheel, like everything in Spaghetti Land, has killed
three or four fluffies anyway.
>But Little Smarty's herd don't know that.
>They DO know that it seems to be the safest place to be right
now.
>And believe it or not, they're right.
>Each "car" on the ferris wheel is made of reinforced
transparent aluminum.
>It's the future, remember?
>It's lightweight, but capable of withstanding great pressure.
>The doors open automatically when a car is at the bottom,
triggered by a magnetic sensor.
>There's also a handle to open the door manually, but only a
human hand can operate it.
>Also, and this is important: when the door is closed, the cars
are completely watertight.
>This was to reduce the chance of fluffy ponies drowning when it
rained.
>Little Smarty's herd doesn't know any of this,
>but they are very happy and grateful when the door opens
automatically for them
>as they run desperately towards the ride.
>"Aww fwuffies, get inside!"
>Fluffy ponies scramble over one another to climb into the car.
>The car is getting very full.
>The fluffy ponies on the bottom are stuggling and kicking.
>"Nuuuu! Fwuffy no can bweave!"
>There is no more room for fluffies in the car.
>The remaining fluffies cry and sob as the door automatically
closes,
>and the car lifts into the air, safely away from the madness.
>But wait, what's this?
>Another car has appeared in its place!
>This one is empty! And the door is opening!
>Grateful fluffy ponies pile inside.
>All the surviving members of Little Smarty's herd have stuffed
themselves into three cars.
>The ferris wheel is moving, having been left "on" when the
operator abandoned ship.
>Left on "autopilot", of sorts.
>It would normally stop and let the fluffies off when their cars
reached the bottom again...
>But fate has other ideas.
>Be big strong earth fluffy.
>Be very, very afraid.
>After the biggest scary boom noise EVER, there is an even
scarier noise.
>The sound of running water.
>A LOT of running water.
>You point, horrified, at the giant tidal wave on the horizon.
>"BIG WAWA COME!"
>Even within the cars, several fluffy ponies drown at the sight
of it.
>Lake Erie mercilessly washes through Spaghetti Land,
annihilating everything in its path.
>The former fluffy paradise is reduced to ruins.
>The rides, toys, and thousands upon thousands of dead
fluffies...
>All washed out into the Great Lake.
>And, as fate would have it, a few living fluffies too.
>Two days later...
>You open your eyes from sleepies.
>Waking up is getting harder and harder.
>If you knew anything about science, you'd know that the
downside to these watertight cars
>is that they are also airtight.
>Even with the small amount of oxygen fluffy ponies require,
you're almost out.
>Your friends are barely moving. You're sure some of them are
never going to move again.
>For days, all you've seen around you is water.
>It's the end of everything.
>With all your remaining strength, you hug little smarty.
>"Fwuffy... wan' wiv..." you croak, weakly.
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!"
>"Wuv... you... too..."
>Suddenly, there is a great crash.
>Your car has smashed into something solid.
>Land? Not-wawa?!
>Your eyes open wide, amazed by what you see.
>There are grassies! And flowers!
>And no explosions or monster fluffies or floods or anything!
>You bash the door with your hoofsies. Open, dumb door!
>You want to get out of here!
>But the door won't move.
>You are trapped in the car.
>And running out of air.
>Irony of ironies.
>You finally reached safety, but it's just beyond your grasp.
>Fluffy ponies have a very limited vocabulary.
>Some domesticated fluffies eventually learn swear words, but
you don't know any.
>So instead, you scream at the top of your lungs the most
obscene word in the fluffy language.
>"NUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!"
>You break down crying.
>You are so tired, and hungry, and you can barely breathe and
barely move and you are so sad
>it feels like nothing matters anymore.
>"Fwuffy sowwy... fwuffy just wanted go sketty wand..."
>Your friends in the car are gently sobbing too.
>Except the ones who are dead.
>And Little Smarty, who remains silent.
>For what seems like forever, there is no sound but your own
sobbing.
>And then... then, you hear human-speak!
>"What the fuck? Hey, Gordon, check this shit out, eh!"
>"Holy shit! It's those fucking... what are they called, fluffy
ponies! Fucking fluffy ponies!"
>"No fucking way!"
>It's strange human speak... they talk funny. And they keep
using that word you don't know.
>But you'd accept help from anyone at this point.
>You bang on the side of the car.
>"PWEASE! PWEASE WET FWUFFY OUT!"
>Your friends join in, banging and crying "HEWP FWUFFY!"
>Even Little Smarty joins in, "Fwuffy fwend!"
>The human reaches down and twists the handle on the outside of
the car.
>The door springs open, and fresh air fills your lungs.
>It smells sweeter than anything you've ever known.
>So weak from hunger and your ordeal, you are barely able to
stagger out of the car.
>Three other fluffies follow.
>The rest... don't move anymore.
>They don't smell pretty either.
>"What happened to you guys?" asks the human, bending down to
speak to you.
>Wow, he smells REALLY funny.
>"Dude!" his friend responds. "They must have been in fucking...
what's it... Cleveland, eh!"
>You and your friends all freak out and start bawling at him
using that bad word.
>"CWEVEWAND BAD!" "NUUU! NO MO' CWEVEWAND!"
>"Yeah, yeah, you're right about that," the first human says
grimly. "No more Cleveland."
>"Jeff, what are we gonna do, eh? These things might be fucking
radioactive!"
>"But look at them, they're so cute! And they're starving! You
want some food, little guys?"
>Your eyes light up. You are so hungry.
>You nod enthusiastically. "Pwease... pwease foodies..."
>"Oh come ON, Jeff! What are we gonna feed them? All we've got
is a couple packs of KD."
>"These guys eat Spaghetti, Gordon. I'm SURE they can eat
macaroni."
>Humans are doing something with fire and a pot.
>Dump something from a box into the pot.
>smells... kind of familiar...
>Wait... no... could it be?!
>They put out a plate for each of you and your friends.
>Not for Little Smarty, strangely, but that's OK. She always
shares your nummies.
>She never seems to eat much. Must be because she's so little.
>It's sort of like spaghetti, but not ...
>You take a bite.
>Your eyes bulge.
>You have demolished the entire plate in under ten seconds.
>This is the most delicious food EVER.
>It's like sketties, but with milkies and cheesies.
>This gourmet extravagance has blown your little fluffy mind.
>Your friends are likewise scarfing theirs down.
>You collapse, so happy and relieved, the horror of the past few
days evaporating.
>You feel happy and safe and full, surrounded by the soft
grassies and nummies and fresh air and nice humans.
>"You okay, little guy?" the nice human asks.
>"Fwuffy... so happy!" you sob.
>Spaghetti Land was a lie, a trick to hurt good fluffies.
>But Little Smarty guided you and your herd out of there, and
over the scary water,
>and you ended up in the REAL fluffy paradise. Here in this...
this...
>"Where dis?" you ask, realizing you have no idea where you are.
>"This? This is Long Point Provincial Park," your new human
friend grins at you.
>"Welcome to Canada, eh!"
>You hug Little Smarty as you say. "Fwuffy wuv Canada, eh!"
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!" agrees Little Smarty.
>Some time later...
>You are Hermes, the second-fastest fluffy pony in the land.
>You are also the younger brother of Mercury, the fluffy who
spread the word of Spaghetti Land,
>but nobody in your herd knows that, and you'd prefer to keep it
that way.
>Tonight, as usual, you and your herd have gathered in front of
the electronic store.
>You like to watch the Talky Boxes that are left on in the
window all night.
>Lately, the big meanie human who lives upstairs has been
torturing you by putting on footage of spaghetti being cooked...
>But he's been either drunk or hung over for the past several
days, celebrating the tragedy in Cleveland.
>He was happy all those fluffy ponies drowned, and also not an
Indians fan.
>Anyway...
>The Daily Show with Jon Stewart is on.
>Your herd likes the Daily Show.
>You don't get most of the jokes, but Jon Stewart talks in funny
voices sometimes.
>You perk up as something onscreen has caught your attention.
>Samantha Bee is talking to some humans who have fluffy ponies.
>"Of course, Fluffy Ponies are something of a novelty in Canada
- they don't sell them in stores up there, do they?"
>"That's right, Jon," she's saying, "apparently these little
guys sailed all the way across Lake Erie on a ferris wheel after
the Cleveland Tragedy, and have been allowed to stay after
gaining Landed Immigrant status."
>"Wait, what?" asks Jon Stewart. "Not a customs or wildlife
issue, but an immigration issue?"
>"That's right Jon. Unlike the US, where Fluffy Ponies are
legally 'toys' or 'vermin' or, at absolute best 'animals', here
in Canada they're classified as 'people'."
>"And why's that?"
>"Because," says Samantha - with an oddly smug tone - "as I'm
sure you well know, ALL Canadians are left-wing tree-hugging
communist hippie liberal douchebags."
>There is a burst of laughter and applause from the audience.
>Everyone loves making fun of Canadians.
>"I mean, crazy, right? Just because they can TALK and think for
themselves and have feelings, just because of that they think
they should have human rights? Those crazy hosers. Seems like it
was not so long ago they were taking in OTHER immigrants that
didn't have human rights in the US. Canadians... they're so
wacky."
>"So, fluffy, how do you like Canada?" Sam asks, offering a
microphone to one of the fluffies.
>"Fwuffy WUV Canada! Fwuffy am pwoud Canadian cizzen, eh!
Hoomins so nice, nummies so good, nobody wan' huwt fwuffy!"
>Fluffy pony holds up another, smaller fluffy pony to the
microphone, who declares "Pway?"
>"What do you think your FAVOURITE thing about Canada is?"
>The fluffy looks thoughtful for a few moments, then...
>"FWUFFY WUV KWAFF DINNA!"
>This prompts another burst of laughter and applause from the
audience.
>"As it turns out, some other cars that had broken loose from
the ferris wheel ended up in other parts of Canada, too, and the
surviving fluffies are happily adopted."
>There is a brief shot of a fluffy pony with a ribbon in her
hair, being cradled by a blonde human on a street filled with
churches.
>"Pewushe t'aime!" exclaimes the fluffy happily.
>"So it looks like these fluffballs will be able to live happily
in a place where nobody wants to step on their faces. Let's see
if Canadians come to their senses after a couple weeks of
putting up with their sh<bleep>, eh, Jon?"
>"Thank you very much, Sam. Samantha Bee, everybody! We'll be
right back!"
>You and your herd of fluffies turn to face each other as the TV
goes to commercial.
>Every one of you has the same expression of awe and excitement.
>Canada, eh..?
#Post#: 791--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 25, 2012, 6:06 pm
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Phase 5 - Otherwise known as Project 3, Phase 1: Fluffies start
making their way to Canada in hopes of getting Kraft Macaroni
and Cheese. Eventually as a result of a strange interpretation
of the tradition of switching between English and French
speaking individuals, King William V names a Fluffy as Governor
General of Canada.
Seriously, though: this is a very nice story Marcus. You are
heavy on the fourth wall, such as
>Each "car" on the ferris wheel is made of reinforced
transparent aluminum.
>It's the future, remember?
I think, though, that although this can be a bit jarring for the
average reader, it will go over well in the community and give
your writing a distinct style.
Suddenly, upon using the term "heavy on the fourth wall," I want
to assign a mane six character to each of your writing stlyes
(not that I wouldn't mind this being ruined by input from Ginger
Fig or coalheart trying a hoof at writing).
#Post#: 802--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Marcusmaximus
Date: June 25, 2012, 7:25 pm
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--- Quote from: Phil Srobeighn link ---
>
> Seriously, though: this is a very nice story Marcus. You are
heavy on the fourth wall, such as
> >Each "car" on the ferris wheel is made of reinforced
transparent aluminum.
> >It's the future, remember?
> I think, though, that although this can be a bit jarring for
the average reader, it will go over well in the community and
give your writing a distinct style.
--- End Quote ---
Thanks. I try not to overthink things too much when I'm writing
these, so it tends to come out kind of like I talk.
(And my writing has always had fourth wall issues ... there was
one page in Dragon Mango where the characters escaped a dungeon
with apparent super-speed, then explained that they did it
during the long pause between updates ... and a line in a Sailor
Moon fanfic I wrote years ago where the characters were
complaining about the narrator's run-on sentences.)
--- Quote ---
> Suddenly, upon using the term "heavy on the fourth wall," I
want to assign a mane six character to each of your writing
stlyes (not that I wouldn't mind this being ruined by input from
Ginger Fig or coalheart trying a hoof at writing).
>
--- End Quote ---
Hah! Now there's an entertaining thought.
Come to think of it, the Pony Personality Test pegged me as
being Pinkie, which I thought was bizarre at the time but in
retrospect makes more sense the more I think about it. ;)
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 25, 2012, 8:03 pm
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You've got very happy, fourth-wally stuff, Marcus, so yeah,
you're Pinkie.
L.A. is doing a lot of writing not just for the writing
benefits, but for the benefit of this collaboration, and I liken
that to the Magic of Friendship studies of Twilight Sparkle.
Mayclore is awesomeness through explosions and an unhealthy
obsession with the military. Mayclore is the new Rainbow Dash.
Giant Neckbeard is the champion of these little critters called
Fluffy Ponies and has the empathy to see from their point of
view, so that would be Fluttershy.
Vanner is brilliant, and his work is saturated with assholes.
Nopony comes in contact with more assholery in her fine work
than Rarity.
That leaves Applejack for Tabula, and I do liken Zap Apples to
the Glue Factory. Does that make Jappleack the Fat Punk Bitch?
Yeah, the more I think of it, Tabulajack works really well, and
I like it.
Coalheart is contributing so much too! But I stated that
writers would get Mane Six equivalants named. Who contributes
amazingly to FiM but isn't in the Mane Six? Derpy. And no
matter what people who think ableism is a word would say, being
Derpy is a mark of awesome.
And here I have summoned you all, and have godlike powers over
this board. Guess that makes me Celestia.
Ginger Fig is Luna, and is going to drop in any moment and ask
if he missed anything.
Please note that I love you all and am so grateful that you have
put so much love and effort into this, and that this post is in
no way a ranking or a comparison between each other.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 25, 2012, 11:16 pm
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For fucks sake, Marcus, you just keep making these wonderful
stories. Why have you never tried your hand at them before?
You're an artist, a flash animator, and can write a damn good
fluffy story.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Giant_Neckbeard
Date: June 26, 2012, 11:51 am
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Right, in between uploading recovered pictures and trying to
extract work data froma cooked motherboard and malfunctioning
backup memory stick, I haven't gotten much writing done, and I
do apologise. Here's a scenari after 'Uni' Trips, the Puppeteers
in the Costume have gone off-stage for first-age while Uni's
'Friends' play with the 'Baww'.
And jesus h christ, I am Fluttershy. I'm at once both mortified
and honoured. ..... oh god the Waifu-Brigade will demand I be a
woman now, won't they?
>"Jesus. Fucking. Christ." You grunt as the studio's doctor
pokes at your nose, humming and hawing. "Is it broken or not?"
>"Well ... no. Just bruised." He finally admits, shuffling away.
>Sarah's looking quite worried, her eyes flicking from your face
to her hands and back again.
>Wasn't anyone's fault, just a section of set gave way under the
suit's hooves and you went down like a bag of shit.
>Smashed your face on the controls that manipulate Uni's mouth
and face. Nose bled like a motherfucker. Suit ripped at the back
when Sarah tried to stop you falling over, and the latex parted,
giving half the nation a surprise shot of her hot-pink bicycle
shorts.
>Director is apparently getting a tongue-lashing from the Higher
Ups.
>The whole event made it look like 'Uni' flashed the camera.
>Apparently several hundred Fluffy Ponies died or injured
themselves throwing themselves at their Owner's television sets
in a desperate attempt to reach Uni's 'Special Place'.
>People are trying to sue .... because their Fluffy Ponies were
so over-sexed they slammed into the televisions hard enough to
cause organ damage, neuter themselves or knock the TV's down on
them and were crushed.
>"Fuck me ...." You groan, snorting blood out of your noise into
the tissue, grimacing around the coppery stench of the blood.
"Can today get any worse ...."
>"You tell me." The Director grunts unhappily as the Ending
Music starts to play. "Apparently Uni Dolls are selling like
hot-cakes now, owners desperate to get their Fluffy Ponies their
very own Uni....but you guys....I've got some bad news."
>"Oh, what could possibly be worse than this? The Conservatives
are going to have fucking conniptions after this." Sarah groans,
hanging her head and sighing heavily.
>"Turns out Uni's character was just bought out from under us by
a mystery buyer. The Uni the Unicorn show is finished." The
Director spits, his face an angry mask. "Some bigwig up north
has bought the character rights for a Theme Park he's startng
up. And since you two owned partial rights to the Intellectual
Properties for the Character, you are apparently going with
Uni."
>"....Uh." You and Sarah share surprised looks. "Don't we ...
normally get a say in this sort of thing?"
>"....Natasha. You and your little lesbian friend here just
fucking flashed half the fucking country. The Board of Directors
is about ready to fire your asses, and with this little black
mark on your name, you'll be lucky to get work in the television
industry again outside of the 8mm film industy." The Director
grunts unhappily, fixing you with his stare. "And everyone else
here is now unemployed, because the Board believes even having
half-trained Fluffy Ponies fucking on screen is better than
paying people actual money."
>......................
>"Jesus." You whisper, feeling cold. "Wait, our contracts ..."
>"Yeah. We're all being given our severance packages now." The
Director mutters, walking past you to lean against the backing
of the set and sigh again, his shoulders drooping. "Most of us
will be heading south to work as extras in whatever movies or
shows we can get parts in, but you guys are to either accept the
deal and pilot the Uni the Unicorn costume for this Theme Park
.... or the only parts you'll be getting will involve condoms
and close-ups of the wrong kind."
>You and Sarah share a horrified look. You knew that the Board
of Directors had been grumbling about wages, but this ....
>"Fuck."
#Post#: 838--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 26, 2012, 12:34 pm
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I'm sorry Neckbeard, I love your work, but this one doesn't
settle with me. Do what you want, it's your story, but just a
few comments I want to toss out here:
I loved the fluffy humping the television and want you to keep
this occurance, but are humans so stupid as to think that this
event is some sort of deliberate action on the part of the
pilots of the Uni suit to do some sort of overtly sexual act?
Most of these sort of incidents get blown off quickly
HTML http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/human_nature/2010/08/sick_duck.html,<br
/>because the public realizes the limitations of a mascot suit.
Also, does it have to be a reuse of the old "you'll never work
in this town again" angle? I guess this is a unique situation
for Fluffy Pony, but I still react poorly to a piece whenever I
hear it again.
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