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#Post#: 153--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Marcusmaximus
Date: June 3, 2012, 2:36 am
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> Before we left the other Forum I proposed a story about a guy
(a hugboxer of sorts) who had lost his most recent Fluffy and
decides to get a Fuzzy. While atfirst he's thrilled with it's
good behavior he slowly realizes that Fuzzies are no where near
as fun and he ends up dumping the Fuzzy in a passing herd
>
> although that ending worked better with the virus thing but
whatever I'd still like to do the main idea there
>
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Actually, that would create a few interesting possibilities for
stories, since the Fuzzy from a loving home who ended up
abandoned presumably wouldn't be 109'd.
In fact, if his owner instructed him that these Fluffies were
his friends, and he should stay with and look after them, it
could set up for some very interesting conflicts.
Just a thought.
#Post#: 154--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 3, 2012, 2:51 am
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--- Quote from: Marcusmaximus link ---
>
> Actually, that would create a few interesting possibilities
for stories, since the Fuzzy from a loving home who ended up
abandoned presumably wouldn't be 109'd.
>
> In fact, if his owner instructed him that these Fluffies were
his friends, and he should stay with and look after them, it
could set up for some very interesting conflicts.
>
> Just a thought.
>
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One good fuzzy in a city where 100 fuzzies are out for fluffy
blood? That sounds great. And yes, he wouldn't have gotten the
109 code.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 3, 2012, 3:07 am
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At some point I had an idea that there were a bunch of F2.0s in
Spaghetti Land, all nice and friendly, until someone gets onto a
mic at a restaurant and calls for lunch order 109.
#Post#: 177--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 4, 2012, 1:10 am
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I changed some bits to my exterminator story, namely the part
that I completely forgot to add about him spraying to keep other
fluffies away from the property. Derp.
If it's alright with everyone, I'm going to upload it to my
Pastebin as the first Phase 1 story.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Tabula_Rojo
Date: June 4, 2012, 10:10 am
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--- Quote from: Lord Anubis link ---
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> I changed some bits to my exterminator story, namely the part
that I completely forgot to add about him spraying to keep other
fluffies away from the property. Derp.
> If it's alright with everyone, I'm going to upload it to my
Pastebin as the first Phase 1 story.
>
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seems fair, considering how little it has to do with the actual
fall and everything
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: fluff_n_stuff
Date: June 4, 2012, 12:20 pm
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>You are Indigo, an earth pony smarty friend.
>Your herd numbers in the "a lot." So many fluffies, you can't
even count them all, and you can even count to four, four times.
>It's a veritable sea of multicolored fluff as they waddle in
the grassy area between the rows of hot black ground.
>With so many fluffies, you travel far every day just to make
sure there's grassies enough to feed them all.
>But soon, you won't have to worry about grassies.
> You won't have to worry about the loud munster that turns
fluffies into boo-boo juice and fluff.
>You won't have to worry about the scary fast boxes that makes
fluffies flat.
>Spaghetti Land is only a few more dark times away. You remember
this because your former owner once took you to this mythical
"Cwevawand"
>You remember it all so well, but the fluffies that follow you
are tired. With so many, there is never enough food to fill
everyone's bellies.
>And there are so many mommies. Dozens upon dozen of mommies
that take so much time to get rolled through the grassies.
>At this rate, Spaghetti Land seems like a dream that your
babies will have to fulfill for you. It's all too much.
>"Wook!" yells Clover, your second in command. "Dat sketti
mountain?"
>"Sketti?" "nummies?" "Whehe?" "Yay!"
>You quint, gazing out at the steaming tower. It doesn't look
quite like a mountain of spaghetti, but it's steaming like a
mountain of spaghetti would. And it's about the right color.
>You order the nearby fluffies in a hug pile, so that you can
stand atop them and deliver the good news.
>"Wisten fwuffies!" you says to the gathered mass multicolored
fluff. "We twavel faw to seek Sketti wand and it wite dere!"
>You point to the steaming towers. "We woose fwuffies awong da
way, and it hawd walk, but we heh!"
>"Bebies wi wiv wif no feaw of munsters! Dere skettis fow
eveyone! We made it!"
>The joyous shouts and hugs of a thousand fluffies warms your
heart to no end. Sad water forms at your eye, but it's not
because of pain, or sadness.
>It's pure joy. Mercury was right, Spaghetti Land is real, and
you've made it.
>There's not fast boxes to hurt you at the moment, and your herd
of fluffies blankets the hot black ground as they trundle toward
the towers.
>You look up at the green sign, knowing it says "Spaghetti Land"
in Human.
>What you don't know is that it actually says "Perry Nuclear
Generating Station"
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 4, 2012, 12:31 pm
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Great story, Vanner. Take out the reference to Cleveland by name
and you have a good to go Phase 1 story
#Post#: 189--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: fluff_n_stuff
Date: June 4, 2012, 1:15 pm
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Here's a rough draft for the final Fall of Cleveland:
>You are a news reporter, standing atop a building with your
remaining crew.
>A helicopter awaits, ready to take you from the destroyed
remains of Cleavland.
>Millions upon millions of fluffies flood the streets of the
city, filling every square inch of the human buildings with
fluff.
>They're organized about as well as you would expect.
>Surprisingly, they've spread instructions to make their "not
pwetties" into the ground holes so that it can all stay clean.
>And they've taken to bashing the giant fiberglass mountain of
spaghetti in an attempt to get at the mountain of food inside.
>It's only a matter of time before the fluffies break the
mountain of spaghetti so that all may feast upon the marinara
goodness inside.
>Some talk of the "gween hooman munsters" that left. No more
"woud sowwy stick" that "gif biggest owchies."
>They cheer as the last military chopper disappears over Lake
Erie.
>it's sort of shocking to think a bunch of retard balls of fluff
did this to a major American city.
>You think back to everything that's happened here, and how it
all formed into a perfect storm of failure.
>The sewer gas levels are off the charts.
> Strange white fluffies are going around giving "mean hugs" and
breaking the necks of fluffies everywhere.
>And there's the glowing fluffies are trying to eat other
fluffies brains.
>It's all thank to that stupid "Spaghetti Land."
>Spaghetti Land is theirs now. It's time to leave.
>You're gathering some last minute footage from the Fall of
Cleveland, when you see a dark colored fluffy standing atop a
pile of fluffy bodies.
>"e wun!" he yells. "Hoomans aww gone! Sketti Wand is ouws!" He
grabs a nearby fluffy, and gives him a hug.
>"Why gif huggies?" he asks. "Fweind?"
>"We aww fweinds!" he says. "Aww fwuffies gif hugs now! Hoomans
go way, gif us Sketti Wand! huggies fow evy fwuffy!"
>The streets burst into a cacophony of fluffies voices.
"Huggies?" "Sketti wand fow fwuffies?" "Wat win?" "Huggies!" "No
spechiah huggies!" "Enf enf enf!"
>Soon the entire town is gripped in a carpet of hugs.
>Minutes later the hugs become "special hugs" and the entire
city become a mass of humping fluffies.
>The near deafning "enf enf enf" is enough to finally bring a
smile to your face.
>These stupid animals just defeated the best military in the
world and celebrate it by having a massive fuck-fest in the
streets.
>It's about then that you notice a mass of crackling blue light
coming from the streets. It looks like lightening, but there's
not a cloud in the sky.
>It hits you a moment later that the collective thrusting and
humping a billion fluffies is going to cause a lot of static
electricity.
>You check the gas meter again to find it pegged in the "Danger"
zone.
>Oh shit.
>"GET TO THE CHOPPER!" you yell to your crew.
>Without asking questions, your pilot guns the throttle as your
crew piles in. In a moment, you're above Lake Erie just as the
first explosion hits.
>From deep within the sewers of Cleveland, an hollow thump sends
waves of panic through the fluffies in the streets.
>The earth rumbles beneath them, and moments later, gouts of
flame blast manhole covers miles into the sky.
>"Go, go, go!" shouts your sound guy to the pilot.
>"We gotta stay!" you shout back. "Dave! Get on that camera!
We're the only ones left to record this!"
>You all watch in horror as fire, fueled by the waste of a
billion fluffies, swallows the city beneath a sea of flames.
>The collective cries of a billion fluffies reaches your ear as
"NO WIKE DIS GAME!" "FIWE BAD!" NUUUU!"
>You only watch agape as the fire becomes alive, consuming the
fluffies who dare to defile Cleveland.
>The second blast is far louder, and rattles your helicopter
with an alarming thump.
>The earth itself shudders beneath the city of Cleveland, and
splits as a thousand explosions fill the city.
>Gaia herself has declared revenge on the fluffies it seems.
>The earth crumbles beneath them, swallowing the city beneath a
cascade of asphalt and concrete.
>You stare, stunned at the earth's revolt against the fluffies
when the final piece of Cleveland joins the sea of fire and
earth.
>Lake Erie begins to spill.
>A trickle at first, but with each piece that falls into the
chasm that once was Cleveland, the waters of lake Erie torrent
into the city.
>Your crew captures it all as the entirety of Lake Erie drains,
filling the grave of Cleveland with its murky waters.
>Within an hour, it's all over, and a silence unknown to the
city for weeks hangs in the air.
>The soft patter of chopper blade is all that can be heard for
miles around.
>Ruined skyscrapers peak over the surface of the new Lake
Cleveland.
>Your crew is to stunned to say anything.
>You've already got the Pulitzer in the bag for this coverage.
>You say the only thing that's on your mind.
>"It ended the only way it could: fluffy ponies drowned."
#Post#: 195--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 4, 2012, 5:19 pm
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I don't know if this was intentional or not, but you pretty much
described the ending of Gears of War 2.
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stJzuO5aQMI
Not that I'm complaining, it was a badass ending.
A massive fluff orgy causing the chain reaction is hilarious,
and that last line...
I don't care what it takes, that has to be made possible.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 4, 2012, 7:22 pm
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Here's what I've got for a phase 1c story - litterally to be
posted the day before the event.
>Be a go-getter intern at the Cleveland City Hall
>Currently working with the Board of Multispecies Tourism
>You admire their concept: targeting the new sapient species of
the planet
>Fluffy ponies are as targetable as children in marketing
>Now owners will pay to go to Spaghetti Land with their fluffies
>Just like parents pay for Disney World
>Just so the whining stops
>You’ve already seen it in a couple of friends
>Had a get together at a house of a fluffy owner
>Another of your friends brought their fluffy to keep the
owner’s fluffy company
>They don’t seem to mind the “enf enf enf” coming
from the living room
>Even though both their fluffies are stallions
>Probably don’t understand because they’ve never had
the stallions around mares
>Well, as long as there are no complaints about hurt
poopie-places
>Today, the near constant sound of “enf enf enf” stops
for once
>You recognize the Spaghetti Land commercial
>Voice-over is a Patrick Stewart sound-alike you personally
found
>Got a “Good job, intern” from your boss
>Suddenly, the two stallions come busting in
>”Daddy, Daddy, magic box show mountain of skettis!”
>”Big sketti pawk! Fun wides fow fwuffies!”
>”Pwease take fwuffy?”
>”Pweeeeeeeeeease?”
>The houseguest is a little strict with his
>”Stop that noise! You won’t get anything from me
that way!”
>Swats fluffy on the nose with a rolled-up paper
>”Owchies! Sowwy daddy! No huwty! Fwuffy be good!”
>”Good. Because I already bought our ticket.”
>Fluffy pony perks up. “Weawwy?”
>”Yeah, little shit, so start behaving or else I’ll
hawk them out.”
>It’s an interesting love-abuse relationship
>You know in the end he loves his fluffy
>He just tries to put on a good show in front of your other
friend
>Other friend is such a pushover that pushovers take advantage
of him
>Other fluffy comes up to his owner and says “Fwiend get
go! Fwuffy go too?”
>”Of course! Our friend Greg here works for Spaghetti
Land. Sold us on the idea.”
>Boss forced you to buy some tickets and sell them to friends
>Part of a grassroots build-up of opening day success to fuel
positive media
>More like Astroturf roots if you say so yourself
>”Yay! Daddy bess daddy!”
>”You’d better be good too, or else I’ll get rid
of them just like our friend.”
>”Fwuffy be vewwy good! Fwuffy wuv Daddy, take fwuffy to
Sketti Wan!”
>So your friends have bought weeks of good behavior and hugs
>Not the best use of the $109 owner and fluffy combo ticket fee
you can think of
>But it will make the city cash hoof over fist
>And that might translate into a paid position for you
>So you work your hardest to promote the success of Spaghetti
Land
>And tonight is no exception
>Been pouring over the fireworks budget
>Making sure that you show the best profit
>A mix of balancing and book-cooking that makes you the best
>But still, there is something that troubles you
>You used to volunteer for your suburban hometown’s annual
city fair
>You know how much a good fireworks show costs
>And this is supposed to be theme-park quality
>Yet somehow your budget is running under that of a town of
30,000
>Gotta check that
>Even if it means a bit more money, the night has to end with a
bang
>Pull up the receipts
>Look at the received amounts
>The amounts set aside for the big press event weekend is 70,000
>That will set a world record!
>How could it be so cheap?
>Check the type of fireworks
>There are names you’ve never heard of to describe
fireworks
>It seems most of this is sorted by weight
>Check the manufacturers
>Nothing sounds like a fireworks manufacturer
>If it is in English, it’s labeled as “munitions”
or “military surplus”
>And most of it isn’t in English anyway
>How the heck did this happen?
>Note that all the receipts are signed for by one of the council
members
>One of the park’s biggest advocates
>Go to his office
>”Hey Greg, what’s up?”
>”Sir, there seems to be a discrepancy in the fireworks
purchasing”
>”A ‘discrepancy?’ Whatever do you mean?”
>”There don’t appear to be fireworks in the order
>I’ve worked with fireworks before, and I don’t think
these are fireworks
>I think you’ve signed for a load of just cheap, dangerous
explosives”
>”Huh, let me see this”
>He comes up around you and looks at the receipts
>”So you’ve worked with fireworks?”
>”Yes, sir.”
>”Can you answer a question about something, then?”
>”Sure, sir.”
>”Does this rag smell like chloroform to you?”
>”I don’t see what that has to do with firewo-”
>Be very dizzy
>Wake up later in a dark place
>Recognize the markings on the wall as you come to
>This is a storage area in the utilidors below Spaghetti Land
>You are surrounded by explosives
>You try to move, but you are chained to a pillar
>You try to yell, but you are gagged
>Nevertheless, you are heard
>”Well, good morning Greg!
>And I use that term lightly, as it is late at night
>Don’t bother yelling, I assure you we are far enough away
from the main paths
>And this area is marked for a security clearance that
doesn’t really exist anyway
>I made sure this area was set aside in Spaghetti Land for this
purpose
>You see, I’ve tried killing fluffies ever since I first
saw them
>I knew they were terrible little abominations all along
>As they grew in number and strength, I came to realize
something
>These things were designed to be like they are by men
>They were to be pets, pets to be taken care of
>Pets whose care would make a profit for their creators
>Just look at the new wave!
>Won’t eat or play or shit unless you bought the right
brand of crap
>You see, the problem isn’t the fluffies
>It’s the goddamn faggots that love them so much
>That’s why these things are bred to the point of mass
overpopulation
>That’s why the useless ones weren’t killed, but just
left to become feral
>And it’s these faggots that I am going to kill off in a
tragic fireworks accident
>And then I will have a city free of those who would suffer the
fluffies to live
>Not to mention millions off of ticket fees and billions off of
insurance
>We’ll finally be able to make your position paid and
permanent!
>Not that you’ll be around to enjoy that
>I’ll be sure you get a Citizen’s Award from the City
Council though
>For bravely staying with the city’s project to your
end”
>With that he cackles and walks away
>You manage to get the gag out of your mouth
>”Does your mother know you’re so evil?” is the
best quip you can manage
>”Oh, sonny boy, mama knows, but she don’t care.”
>He then breaks your jaw with a violent blow
>Then reattaches the gag
>No chance you’ll be heard now
>You try to get out of the chains
>No hope now
>If you don't starve to death down here first
>You will be blown to bits with the crowd
>You fall down and try to make peace
>It’s hard to meditate with such a pervasive smell of
fluffy shit in the air
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