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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Giant_Neckbeard
Date: June 7, 2012, 9:15 am
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Just quickly, what's this 'Cleveland' song you're all talking
about? Aussie here, have no idea.
Also, did we want me to start dropping some 'Fluffy Pony
Migration' stories onto Ponibooru? I'll upload them here, when I
can get my !@#$ portable hard-drive to work (cats ate the damn
connector cable) and let you guys tell me what to edit out and
if/when they are of acceptable quality for the 'Phase 1'
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 7, 2012, 9:31 am
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Post them here, and I'll advise.
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vl5FWUMnNM
It's a song used as the theme for the Drew Carey Show in its
later seasons.
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Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Giant_Neckbeard
Date: June 7, 2012, 9:47 am
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.... Mimi scares the crap outta me.
Daycare Center Fluffies
>Be a minimum wage earner at a Fluffy Pony ‘Daycare’ Center.
>Your job is everything everyone else doesn’t want to do.
>Empting the Litter Trays, picking up the stray poop, mopping up
pee.
>Not allowed to hit, yell at or even glare at the Fluffy Ponies.
Owner threatened to boot your ass to the curb if so much as one
Fluffy Pony whimpered at the sight of you.
>Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
>You hate Fluffy Ponies. They remind you of your kid brother,
all shit and snot and whining.
>But skipping school so often means you’ve got no credentials
worth a damn, and the Big Mac and Burger King stores are all
full up on employees.
>Can’t buy no shit if you don’t have a job!
>Rich Fucking SOBs with Fluffy Ponies, who are either going on
holidays, into hospital or otherwise don’t have anyone to look
after their genetic abomination shit-factories leave them at the
“Daycare” center.
>Rich Bastards. $50 a day, per Fluffy.
>Fluffies are segregated into Male and Female groups to avoid
Surprise Special Hugs, and given soft fluffy dice, giant plastic
balls and stuffed animals to play with. Soft music such as Lois
Armstrong’s ‘Wonderful World’ is piped in constantly during the
daylight hours. At night-time, everyone gets their own special
blanket, gets manually tucked in to their beds and every single
Fluffy has a night-light and a ‘huggies’ button.
>So glad the Boss doesn’t think you’re capable of handling the
Night Shift. Even for an additional $5 an hour, you wouldn’t be
caught dead sitting there from 6pm to 6am waiting for one of the
shit-machines to have a bad dream, poop themselves and need a
change of beddings and a bath.
>But you do have to change the litter boxes once an hour, every
hour, and the Fluffies get a constant stream of diced fruit and
warm mash. Little bastards just play, eat, shit and babble.
>FUCKING RICH BASTARDS AND THEIR FUCKING IRRITATIN’ SHIT-MACHINE
PETS!
>Fluffies are eating more of the damn Mash, made of potatoes,
corn and carrots, and watching the Wide-Screen TV, chewing with
big, bulging cheeks full of food. As they turn to talk to their
neighbours, the mash spills out, splattering over the floor.
>And you’ll have to clean it up. Fuuuuuuuuck.
>Your lunch was two pieces of white bread with a slice of
cheese. Unbuttered.
>But the thought of eating what a Fluffy Pony finds enjoyable
turns your stomach.
>Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck!
>“...And the latest attempt to stave off economic disaster has
taken an interesting turn, an Multi-Species Theme Park, designed
for both Fluffy Ponies and Humans, is being built right now
....” Some fat, short, over-make-up’d bitch on the TV is
screeching, trying to pretend she’s a sexy news-anchor for some
shitty cheap-ass paid advertisement.
> You scoff and turn back to your magazine. Fuck it, this
article on how sex can make your pimples go away is more
interesting than this shit.
>Fluffies stare in awe, the delicious mash tumbling out of their
mouths as they listen to the Nice Lady.
>”...And here is one of the Mascots of the new Theme Park, Uni
the Unicorn....” The Nice Lady says, guesturing to the biggest
Fluffy Unicorn anyone has ever seen, bigger than a Hooman, her
beautiful face in a perpetual smile.
>It’s two Humans in a giant Fur-Suit, but the Fluffy Ponies
don’t know that.
>”Yes, I Uni, Unicorn Fluffy!” Uni says loudly, ‘looking’
straight at the camera. “Uni and other Big Friends can’t wait to
meet Nice Fluffies and their Nice Owners, who will all want to
take their Fluffy Ponies to Spaghetti Land!”
>”Sk-sk-sketti wand!” One whispers, its eyes going wide with
wonder.
>”Daddy take Fwuffie dere, mus’ take Fwuffie dere!” Another
cheers happily, bouncing up and down on its tush.
>”....And I understand there will be enough Spaghetti for
everyone, Uni?” The Nice Lady says, her own grin very big and
wide and unmoving.
>”Oh, yes, Uni’s Human Friends will make enough Spaghetti for
Every Fluffy, so much so they will all be fat, round and happy!”
Uni says, bobbing her ‘head’ up and down excitedly. “And when
they get too tired to walk, there are nice, safe games and rides
especially for Good Fluffies to play on all day long, while
their Nice Owners can enjoy Human games and Human foods in peace
and quiet.”
>Fluffies poke friends who are busy gorging themselves on Mash,
telling them to watch the Nice Lady and Uni, that she is talking
about a magical place called ‘Sketti Pawk’
>Fluffies damn near riot in delight, jumping to their feet and
hugging each other, spilling mouthfuls of slobbery Mash down
each other’s chests.
>”SKETTI-PAWK! SKETTI-WAND! SKETTI-PAWK! SKETTI-WAND!
SKETTI-PAWK!” They cheer, hearts full of joy.
>More Spaghetti than they could possibly eat.
>Toys and rides built especially for them.
>Soft, green grass to play on all day.
>They must get their owners to take them there!
>”Awwww, did you miss me, sweety?” Your Hooman coos, tickling
your chin with his finger.
>Hooman’s skin has turned a dark colour. Strange. But he’s still
your Hooman, and you love him.
>”Miss yuu much, Daddy!” You reply, hugging his hand tightly.
“Fwuffie haf soooo much funnehs, moar fwiends dan can count,
dewicious nummehs!”
>”That’s good. I’m glad you enjoyed your holiday, sweety.” Your
Hooman smiles.
>Everything is right with the world!
>.......
>Oh, wait!
>”Daddy! Daddy! Fwuffie heard of Nice Pwace fo’ Fwuffies an’
Hoomans!” You say as your Hooman starts to tuck you into the
Driving Places Seat, his fingers working their magic on the
un-fun clips that hold you in place.
>”Oh? Where’s that?” Your Hooman asks, fiddling with the clip.
“Dammit ... stupid thing won’t stay shut!”
>”Daddy, saw on tewwie! Nice Wady an’ Uni say Nice Hoomans
makin’ pwace cawed ‘Sketti Pawk’ fo’ Fwuffies an’ Hoomans!” You
laugh, wiggling in your seat excitedly. Hate the Un-Fun Clips,
but it’s so much fun to see everything whizzing past you!
>”Oh, ‘Sketti Park’? Oh, oh, yeah, I heard about that. So, you
want to go to ‘Sketti Pawk’ huh?” Your Hooman laughs and pats
you on the head. “Well, I don’t know ....”
>”Pweeeeease, Daddy! Fwuffy wan see Sketti Pawk, wan pway wit’
Moar Fwuffies, wide twains, pway with bawws!” You beg, giving
him your cutest look. That sometimes works ....
>”Well ... alright, but you do realise, you can’t go alone.” He
says, grinning.
>”Huwway, Daddy come haf How-wee-day wit Fwuffie?” You gasp,
holding your hooves to your face in shock. Daddy goes away a
lot, makes you so sad.
>”Daddy and ... your new Friends!” He laughs, and whistles!
>”We come out now?” A small voice asks hesitantly.
>No .... he couldn’t have .....
>Five more Fluffies crawl out from under a blanket on the back
seat, ears perked up, smiling at you.
>”HUWWAY!” You cheer, clapping your hooves together. “Fwuffie
haf fwiends at home too!”
>”And guess what, I have seven tickets to ..... SKETTI PARK!”
Your Hooman laughs, pulling out long golden paper things.
>THIS. IS. THE. BEST. DAY.
>EVER!
Rewriting just a bit on this, redoing some more 'tame' Fluffy
Ponies intros, going to look up some more Feral Fluffies and the
locations they can come from.
Also, the 'Fuzzy' Ponies. Are they completely unstoppable? And
will any Fluffy Ponies survive?
Just a quick snippet, see if people like it.
>Fluffies stumble forwards, whimpering, crying in heartbreak and
fear.
>Sketti Park has been taken over. No more Sketti for Good
Fluffies.
>Nice Hoomans ran away with their Nice Fluffies, left you
behind.
>Meanie Hoomans came with Bang-Sticks and gave your friends
terrible owies and boo-boos.
>Fluffy Mummas exploded, and it rained fluff and bones and
foals.
>Stallions were left to bleed out on the ground or get trampled
by their friends.
>Mares huddled together under the benches and tables, trying to
shelter the surviving foals, but the Meanie Hoomans rolled round
lumpy things at them.
>Big, big noisy-owies.
>Sharp Munstas fly out from the lumpy things.
>Fire Munstas too.
>Big holes where Mares and Foals used to be.
>You are a Off-White Unicorn Fluffy, and you're carrying the
last surviving foals of your Herd. Three little Fillies, all
asleep and clutching your fluff, having cried themselves to
sleep.
>Lots of Fluffies with sad stories like yours.
>At first, Sketti Park was fun. Fluffies came in droves, whole
herds, and ate sketti, played with Nice Fluffies, made friends
with Nice Hoomans.
>Some Hoomans say Fluffies have to leave, but others say
Fluffies stay and the Nice Hooman's find homes for Fluffies.
>Smarty Friends not like that, not want to leave Sketti Park,
but Herds getting too crowded, too noisy, and Sketti Park became
Sketti War-Field.
>Then ... they came.
>White, but whiter than you. With cold, emotionless eyes and
eerily co-ordinated movements.
>At first, Herds hugged the new Fluffies. White Fluffy Ponies
rare, some Herds consider them a Good Sign from the Fluffy Gods.
>But ... they gave bad hugs. Bad, bad, bad Hugs.
>Fluffies shrieked and cried, tried to squirm away, but the
White Eerie Fluffies hugged them till the Herd Fluffies had
Boo-Boo Juices pouring out of their mouths and poopie places.
>Then Meanie Hoomans did something to upset the White Eerie
Fluffies, and they turned around and attacked the Hoomans.
>Hugged their faces.
>Did something to the lumpy round things the Hoomans were using,
and the Hoomans got Biggest Owies.
>You ran, gathering up panicking Mares and Stallions, telling
them that Sketti Park was a bad place now, they had to leave.
>Stuffed your fluff full of what Skettis you could find and ran.
>Hoomin City is quiet now but for distant, scary noises.
>Hoomins afraid of the White Eerie Fluffies too.
>So many of them .... You and your New Friends have to creep
through the dark, scary parts to stay away from them.
>Not sure where the way out is, but you think, if you keep going
away from the Large Smoky Mountain, you'll find a way out.
Buildings are getting smaller, more grasses in the Hooman's Safe
Places the further you get from the Large Smoky Mountain.
>Fluffies are under your hooves too. In the Tunnels under the
City, where some of the Fluffies from Sketti Park ran for
shelter when the Mean Hoomans came.
>Can hear them babbling, whining, fighting and screaming from
the Scary Holes in the Road.
>Some see you, yelling for you to come down and share the
Magical Skettis with them.
>Threw some of them a bit of your sketti, but they said they
didn't want those.
>Wanted the Skettis under your Fluff.
>Grinned up at you with black teeth, and eyes that were too, too
big.
>Scary, scary Fluffies.
>Nobody walks on the Black Thing anymore. Road isn't safe,
Hooman's Fast Boxes still come from time to time, hurt Fluffies.
>Your Group, no, Your Herd, is shuffling along, crying but
resolute.
>"Fwuffies mus' keep walkin'!" You say loudly as a Fluffy Mumma
asks if she can stop and rest for a while. "Is Bad Pwace now.
Mus' go back to Wendy's Park, where it safe fo' Fwuffies!"
>Not sure how you're going to get the Fluffy Mummas across the
Nasty Rails Bridge. Gaps between Rails and Wooden Sleepers are
big enough that Foals can slip through them easily.
>If a Fluffy Mumma has a Scary Fit and goes 'Poof', then the
Foals are lost ....
>See some Fluffies wandering around ahead of you, mumbling
indistinctly.
>"Fwuffies! Mus' wun from hewe!" You shout to them, hoping to
spare them the Saddies and Owies you and your Herd has suffered.
>One turns to look at you.
>Dirty, covered in leaves and grasses, but you see it's a White
Fluffy....
>White, with Blue eyes that never blink, and blood stained
hooves.
>"Awwww Poopies!" You shriek. "Fwiends, need Big Fwiends to gif
owies to Bad-White Fwuffies."
>"Obsolete." "Eliminate." "Purge Defective Products." The White
Eerie Fluffy say loudly in their too-perfect voices, walking
towards you in absolute lock-step, their eyes fixed on you.
>"Eradicate Smarty Friend. Terminate Herd. Crush Foals."
>"Nuu .... nuuuuu! Mares, take Fwuffy Mummas, keep goin', we
howd de Bad Fwuffies!" You shout. Stallions cry, but step
forwards to form a barrier with you between the Females and the
White Eerie Fluffies.
>You're all so scared! Fluffies are peeing, pooping, shivering,
crying.
>But! These are your Mares, your Fluffy Mummas, your Foals!
>Not been a Herd long, but everyone shares nods and hugs as the
White Eerie Fluffies get within a few meters.
>Cannot let them kill your Friends.
>You have to stop them!
>"Kill Inferior Stock." One White Eerie Fluffy says, then turns
to look down the alleyway your Mares are escaping down,
franticly rolling the Fluffy Mummas in front of them.
"Eradicate."
>"YUU NU HUWT FWUFFIES 'GAIN!" A loud voice roars, and to your
surprise, a Herd of the biggest, greenest Fluffies you've ever
seen come raging out of the alleyway, pressed tightly together
in a group 4 fluffies wide, 3 fluffies deep. "FOW BOWSER!"
>"FOW BOWSER!" The Green Giant Fluffies roar in answer to the
unseen speaker, just before they plough into the White Eerie
Fluffies.
>You saw the White Eerie Fluffies crush your friends, strangle
them, bite their throats, tear off their legs, immune to pain,
fear, even when they were horribly injured they kept on
fighting.
>Green Giant Fluffies bowl the Whites over, not stopping to
stomp or bite but charging, charging, charging, sending White
Eerie Fluffies tumbling end over end, trampling them under the
thick, heavy hooves of the Giant Green Fluffies' charge.
>Finally, you hear the White Eerie Fluffies voices crack as they
struggle to stand their ground against these New Friends.
>"Fight! Fwuffies mus' Fight!" You shout, running as fast as
your legs will carry you towards the scrum.
>A White Eerie Fluffy is lying on it's side, one leg broken,
trying to stand up.
>"Fuzzy is broken, Owner must buy new Fuzzy." It says awkwardly,
looking at the leg with what you assume to be surprise.
>"FUZZY IS DEAD FWUFFIE!" You shout at it, jumping on top of it
and grabbing at it's throat with your teeth.
>Hold and crush, hold and crush! Like you saw them doing to your
Smarty Friend!
>The White Eerie Fluffy's legs kick, but they can't reach your
head.
>Your Stallions are mimicking you, biting, kicking, stomping the
White Eerie Fluffies the Green Giant Fluffies had knocked over.
>Hear the rumble as the Giant Green Fluffies reach the other
side of the street, reform, and charge back again.
>"Kiww dem aww!" The same voice roars again, as you look up from
the feebly kicking form of your opponent.
>The Biggest, Scariest Fluffy you have ever seen, blood
trickling from several Owies on his face and legs, is standing
in front of four Extremely Fat Mares, with a Yellow Pegasus Mare
at his side that's smaller than you, glaring furiously. "Yuu,
White Fwuffy, nu stawp gif owies, dese Fuzzy Bawstads nu stawp!"
>You look down to see the White Eerie Fluffy whose throat you
were biting has crawled towards the Biggest Scary Fluffy, eyes
fixed on him.
>"Destroy Smarty Friend." It wheezes, it's throat ruined.
>Step on it's shoulders to hold it down, and grab the throat
again, squeezing and squeezing with your teeth until the feeble
kicking stops.
>Several of your Stallions are in full retreat, following the
Mares, blood oozing from cuts and scraps on their faces, necks
and legs.
>At least five are dead, buried beneath broken, bleeding bodies
of the White Eerie Fluffies.
>The Giant Green Fluffies who came to save you are helping those
Stallions still alive, roaring in fury as they bring their
hooves down on fragile heads and stubby legs.
>They are almost as scary as the White Eerie Fluffies, but at
least they show emotion, show hate and fear.
>"Yuu not Bad Fuzzy?" A Green Giant Fluffy asks, suspicion
written on his face as he approaches you slowly.
>"Nuuu, am Smawty Friend .... I tink." You reply, coughing up a
mouthful of white Fluff. "Tank yuu for savin' Hewd, we New Hewd,
wunnin' from Munstas and Hoomins and White Eerie Fwuffies."
>"Guud. Too tiwed to fight moar." The Giant grunts, looking over
his shoulder. There's only one White Eerie Fluffy left, a
Unicorn with one eye swollen shut, and several large, painful
bruises on its neck and face, surrounded by a shrinking circle
of enraged, bloodied Fluffy Ponies.
>"Eradicate. Eliminate. Purge." It says, staring at the Fluffies
and Giant Fluffies and then ... Sparks, flying out of it's horn
in the biggest, brightest display of power you've ever seen!
>Fluffies of all sorts shriek and cringe away, and it rushes out
past them, horn lowered, charging towards .... the Biggest
Scariest Green Fluffy!
>"Nuuu, nu huwt Daddy!" The Green Giant Fluffy with you bellows,
trying to run to intercept the White Fuzzy.
>"I kiww many of Yuu! I kiww yuu too!" Scariest Biggest Green
Fluffy roars, puffing up his fluff and rumbling forwards in his
own charge.
>The White Eerie Fluffy charges forwards ... and runs right past
the Biggest Scariest Green Fluffy, horn still lowered.
>Towards the Mares!
>"Why yuu ... nuu! Nuuuu, fight Bowser, FIGHT BOWSER!!" Biggest
Scariest Green Fluffy howls in dismay, trying to turn, but
slipping on the blood and the fluff on the Hard Black Road,
turning around but landing on his belly and tearing fluff off on
the sharp pointy bits.
>"Nu huwt Fwuffy Mummas!" The Yellow Pegasus shouts, throwing
her hooves and wings out wide as she moves to block the last
White Eerie Fluffy.
>"Obsolete. Terminate." The White Eerie Fluffy replies calmly,
ducking its head under the Yellow Pegasus's swiping hooves and
then jerking up with terrible swiftness.
>The horrible schlick noise as the White Eerie Fluffy's horn
slides into her throat is terribly loud, and is followed by a
heartbeat of silence as every Fluffy stares at the scene, the
Yellow Pegasus's body slowly sliding off the too-sharp horn of
the White Eerie Fluffy.
>"Terminate Mares. Crush Foals." It says loudly in it's
too-perfect voice, blood dripping wet and fresh from its horn.
>"Peach! PEACH! YUU KIWW SMAWTY FRIEND'S SPECIAL FRIEND! BOWSER
CWUSH YUU! CWUSH YUU AN' CWUSH AWW YUU HEWD!" Bowser roars in
fury, struggling to his feet and charging towards the murderous
Fuzzy.
>"Smarty Friend? Smarty Friend is primary target. Elminate." The
blood-stained Horn turns, pointed at the rapidly charging Smarty
Friend, and begins to glow.
>"Nuu, Spawks, Daddy! Daddy, Spawks!" The Giant Green Fluffy
shouts, tears streaming down his face. "Nu wan Daddy haf owies
wike Mumma!"
>The Yellow Pegasus was his mother? Oh, oh poor Fluffy.
>"Rrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Bowser roars, blinking against the blinding spray of Sparks,
still moving so fast even as his Fluff smoulders under the
assault.
>"Impossible. You are obsolete. Inferior." The White Eerie
Fluffy says, backing up, blinking rapidly.
>"Yuu! Kiww! Mah! PEACH!" The Biggest, Scariest, Maddest Green
Fluffy bellows, ducking his head just before he reaches the
White Eerie Fluffy, then lifts it, immitating the same move that
killed his Special Friend.
>There's a yelp, and the White Eerie Fluffy flies up and back,
landing on the cold, hard concrete with a distinct crack noise.
>"Im-im-im-impossibleeeeeeee." It whines, legs squirming.
"Error. Fuzzy is Broken, Owner must buy New Fuzzy."
>Bowser howls in rage, grabbing the White Eerie Fluffy's tail in
his mouth and spinning, dragging the White Fluffy along the
ground, its horn trailing sparking impotently against the
ground.
>Whack!
>The White Fluffy smacks against a light-post, grunting in pain
and its horn dousing the ground in a burst of sparks.
>Crunch!
>It's horn clips the wooden fence, cracking in half and flopping
around by a shred of skin.
>Schlick!
>Bowser turns again, and the White Fluffy's head hits the
light-post, and stays there, while the body flies away, tumbling
limply across the concrete of the sidewalk.
>Fluffies cheer, Green Giants and Your Herd alike, hugging each
other.
>The White Eerie Fluffies can die!
>Bowser does not cheer.
>He shuffles over to his dead Special Friend, sobbing.
>Picks her up awkwardly in his hooves, sits down on his rear and
hugs her to his chest, sobbing.
>You and the Green Giant who approached you shuffle over to try
and make him feel better.
>"Peach, Peach, Peach ....
Nnnnnnnnuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Bowser sobs, shaking as he rocks back and forth on his rear,
clutching his tiny yellow Special Friend tightly to his chest.
"Nu wan ... wan yuu ... wan yuu teww Bowser he siwwy, wan yuu
teww Bowser yuu wan stwaw-bewwies 'gain ... pwease teww Bowser
anyting!
>But Peach remains silent, still in his hooves.
>Green Giant Fluffies are all shuffling over, looking very, very
sad.
>Their Fluffy Mummas are crying, hugging each other.
>"Bowser ... Bowser, Peach is ... is dead." Your Green Giant
sobs, snuffling, tears rolling down his face. "Mumma is dead.
Stawp Bad Fuzzy from gif Owies to Fluffy Mummas."
>Bowser howls his rage, his grief and his anguish to the
uncaring, smoke-shrouded sky, and rocks back and forth more,
clutching Peach to his chest, before staring at his Son with
red, tear-stained eyes.
>"Yuu .... Koopah. Son. Yuu is .... yuu is now Bowser." Bowser
grunts, his Herd gasping in surprise. "Bow ... I is nu wonger
Smarty Fwiend. Nuu wan wiv, wit' nu Peach."
>"Buh ... buh yuu ...." Koopah-Bowser says in surprise as
Former-Bowser shuffles awkwardly on three legs, the forth still
clutching Peach, and places his Smarty Friend onto his Son's
back, arranging her to lie spread-eagled. "I ... I onwy young
Fwuffy!"
>"Yuu is Bwave, Smarty. Yuu wisten when Bowser tawk. Yuu wisten
when Peach tawk. Yuu make guud Bowser." Former-Bowser says, then
leans his head against his son's shoulder. "Mumma wuved yuu so
much. Onwy Baybeh we evah haf. Wuved yuu so much, so pwoud when
yuu get picked to be Koopah. I ... I pwoud of yuu. I awways
pwoud of yuu."
>Green Giant Fluffies, and your Herd, sniffle and cry, trying to
pull dead Friends out of the piles and calling the Mares back to
the Herds. Cry and hug as they watch the Biggest, Scariest,
Saddest Green Fluffy say goodbye to his Herd.
>"I gu. Fight Bad Fuzzies. Fight dem, cwush dem, make dem pay."
Former-Bowser grunts, sniffling and gritting his teeth. "Wan yuu
take Peach to a Nice, Sunny Pwace. Peach wuv Nice, Sunny Pwaces,
awways wike pwayin' in dem."
>Koopah-Bowser sobs, but nods and begins to shout orders to his
Herd.
>You tell Former-Bowser he is Great Fluffy, and you will tell
Foals how Great he is for as long as you live.
>"Teww dem of Peach. Nicest Fwuffy who show Bowser he nu haf be
Mean to be Stwong." He grunts back, looking up the street to
where you were running from.
>Faint voices in the smoke.
>"Obsolete." "Inferior Stock." "Eliminate." "Terminate."
>Oh .... poopies.
>"Fwuffies, hewp Gween Fwiends! Push aww Fwuffy Mummas togetha,
push dem aww away from Big Smoky Mhoun-tan!" You yell, rushing
to help push the Mares and Fluffy Mummas who came back into the
Giant Green Herd.
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>"At weast, no haf wook for Bad Fuzzies anymore." Former-Bowser
says, staring at the barely-seen shapes shuffling in the smoky
air, coming from the direction of Sketti Park, then grunt, a
short, bitter noise.
>Shuffle into the middle of the street, looking at the
retreating backs of his Son's Herd, and the Little
Not-Quite-White Unicorn whose Herd you saved.
>It is good. Koopah will need friends. Even if they small and
squishy.
>Turn back to face the Bad Fuzzies.
>They emerge from the smoke, slowly, walking together as one,
their eyes fixed on you.
>"Smarty Friend. Terminate." They drone, lowering horns or
clacking teeth.
>Sit on your rear, and beat your legs against your chest.
>Feel the rage welling up inside you.
>The rage that you had suppressed all this time, because it
scared Peach.
>The rage that boiled up in your heart when you saw Peach,
gentle, sweet, brave Peach, get killed.
>"Come den! Bowser hewe! Bowser nu wun, nu hide, from Bad
Fuzzies!" You roar at them, pounding your chest and feeling the
rage fill you with trembling power that makes all the sadness
and tiredness fade away. "I will kiww yuu aww, tiww dere no moar
Bad Fuzzies! Den, Peach can haf Guud Long Sleepies!"
>You drop down onto your legs and rush towards their line.
>There are dozens and dozens, marching as one, lined up behind
each other.
>Dozens upon dozens upon dozens.
>More eyes than you can count fixate upon you.
>They begin to close around you as you reach the front line,
closing off your escape.
>The Bad Fluffies fly through the air as you charge through
their lines, their cold faces twisting into expressions of
surprise, pain, and yes, even fear.
>You are Bowser.
>You are Rage.
>And you will make them all bleed for taking Peach away from
you.
>"Entrap, Eliminate, Eradicate." The Bad Fuzzies shout as they
surround you in a tighter and tighter circle. Horns gouge at
your legs and sides, teeth grab at your fluff and skin, but
still you fight.
>You don't care. Let them hurt you. Let your blood flow.
>You have nothing left to live for but the Rage now.
>As you slowly tire, and the Bad Fuzzies form a pile under you,
more come rushing out from the alleyways, leaping at you, trying
to burn you with sparks or tear at your face.
>You crush them. But it's getting harder.
>Then ... pain!
>Too old, too tired, didn't hear the Bad Fuzzy charging at you.
>He had something gripped in his mouth .... a bit of Sharp Clear
Stuff.
>Cough, and feel it tear at your Insides.
>"Obsolete. Inferior. You must die. Fuzzy Ponies shall terminate
all Inferior Stock." The Bad Fuzzy says, its mouth bleeding from
where the Sharp Clear Stuff cut its cheeks.
>"Nevah!" You shout back, turning as fast as you can, and
cracking a hoof into the underside of the Bad Fuzzy's jaw.
>It flies backwards, legs flailing, and lands on it's head with
a sickening crunch.
>You collapse ontop of the pile, feeling so tired, so cold.
>Bad Fuzzies stare at you, faces blank.
>It's getting darker.... good. Koopah can hide the Herds in the
Dark.
>"P-peach ... was enuff?" You whisper as the darkness overtakes
you.
>Fuzzy Ponies stare at the pile of their dead, three Fuzzy
Ponies deep, and the giant, abberant Fluffy Pony lying dead atop
it.
>Fuzzy Ponies look at each other, and then the Herds fleeing to
the outskirts of the City.
>"Fuzzy Ponies will terminate all Inferior Stock." One says, and
the Fuzzy Ponies reform into their evenly-spaced formation and
begin their efficient, ground-consuming walk after the Ferals.
>More join them from back yards or alleyways, stained with blood
and smoke and ash.
>Those that can still fight, will join.
>Those that cannot will wait and watch for Fluffy Ponies to
wander past, and shout out their location for the other Units to
find.
>All Fluffy Ponies will be terminated.
>Fuzzy Ponies shall inhabit Human Homes.
>And Defective Humans shall be terminated also.
#Post#: 321--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 7, 2012, 1:14 pm
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First one: Mimi had an effect on you, didn't she? ;)
Second one: Epic battle abounds. Now there is a Koopa too!
Wonderful work. All I would say you could better is that the
Fuzzies are coming off a bit too robotic.
#Post#: 329--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 7, 2012, 3:20 pm
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Yeah, the battle itself is some seriously epic shit. But the
Fuzzies are not Daleks. They're pretty silent, as they have been
programmed not to speak unless spoken to. I think it makes for
an unsettling contrast to fluffies, who babble constantly. The
secret order commands them to eliminate fluffies by any means
necessary when humans aren't around.
Fuzzies are stronger, bigger, and more intelligent than
fluffies, but they're far from indestructible. A human being
would find them no more threatening then a very hairy squirrel.
If fluffies have a numbers advantage, they could overwhelm
fuzzies. Fluffy bites and kicks are less effective against
fuzzies than against fluffies, but they still do damage. Keep in
mind that Biotoys didn't build fuzzies to last. Quite the
opposite, they would want people to buy more.
Neckbeard brings up a good idea for the fuzzies. If they're
injured, they begin to repeat that their owner needs to buy a
new one. I'm going to suggest that injuring a fuzzy causes it to
act slower, in order to encourage an owner to buy a new one.
Also, the fluffies probably wouldn't know to call the fuzzies by
that name. They'd probably be the big white fluffy monsters.
#Post#: 337--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Tabula_Rojo
Date: June 7, 2012, 6:31 pm
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--- Quote from: Lord Anubis link ---
>
> Yeah, the battle itself is some seriously epic shit. But the
Fuzzies are not Daleks. They're pretty silent, as they have been
programmed not to speak unless spoken to. I think it makes for
an unsettling contrast to fluffies, who babble constantly. The
secret order commands them to eliminate fluffies by any means
necessary when humans aren't around.
>
> Fuzzies are stronger, bigger, and more intelligent than
fluffies, but they're far from indestructible. A human being
would find them no more threatening then a very hairy squirrel.
If fluffies have a numbers advantage, they could overwhelm
fuzzies. Fluffy bites and kicks are less effective against
fuzzies than against fluffies, but they still do damage. Keep in
mind that Biotoys didn't build fluffies to last. Quite the
opposite, they would want people to buy more.
>
> Neckbeard brings up a good idea for the fuzzies. If they're
injured, they begin to repeat that their owner needs to buy a
new one. I'm going to suggest that injuring a fuzzy causes it to
act slower, in order to encourage an owner to buy a new one.
>
> Also, the fluffies probably wouldn't know to call the fuzzies
by that name. They'd probably be the big white fluffy monsters.
>
--- End Quote ---
I agree with all of this, als Neck beard you had Fuzzies attack
Humans.... yeah we're not doing that
#Post#: 339--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: PhilSrobeighn
Date: June 7, 2012, 7:03 pm
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--- Quote from: Tabula_Rojo link ---
>
> [quote author=Lord Anubis link=topic=4.msg329#msg329
date=1339100423]
> Yeah, the battle itself is some seriously epic shit. But the
Fuzzies are not Daleks. They're pretty silent, as they have been
programmed not to speak unless spoken to. I think it makes for
an unsettling contrast to fluffies, who babble constantly. The
secret order commands them to eliminate fluffies by any means
necessary when humans aren't around.
>
> Fuzzies are stronger, bigger, and more intelligent than
fluffies, but they're far from indestructible. A human being
would find them no more threatening then a very hairy squirrel.
If fluffies have a numbers advantage, they could overwhelm
fuzzies. Fluffy bites and kicks are less effective against
fuzzies than against fluffies, but they still do damage. Keep in
mind that Biotoys didn't build fluffies to last. Quite the
opposite, they would want people to buy more.
>
> Neckbeard brings up a good idea for the fuzzies. If they're
injured, they begin to repeat that their owner needs to buy a
new one. I'm going to suggest that injuring a fuzzy causes it to
act slower, in order to encourage an owner to buy a new one.
>
> Also, the fluffies probably wouldn't know to call the fuzzies
by that name. They'd probably be the big white fluffy monsters.
>
--- End Quote ---
I agree with all of this, als Neck beard you had Fuzzies attack
Humans.... yeah we're not doing that
[/quote]
Unless the human protects a fluffy, though. My Phase 2 story
was banking on Fluzzies attacking Humans to get to Fluffies -
kind of an override, like:
ORDER 109: Destroy any fluffy pony 1.0 by any means necessary
and at all costs.
Is that not right?
#Post#: 344--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Lord Anubis
Date: June 7, 2012, 11:57 pm
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Order 109 is to wait until humans are out of sight, then kill
any fluffies in the vicinity in a way that can't be traced back
to the fuzzy. When questioned, the fuzzy lies and says something
else happened. It's an order designed to secretly eliminate the
competition so that fuzzies can be integrated faster.
But go ahead and write stories where the fuzzies attack people.
I'm working on something that will let them turn on humans. I
wish I had thought of that plot twist, it's fucking brilliant.
My plan for the fuzzies is for footage of them slaughtering
fluffies in the streets (and now humans too) to hit airwaves.
The public is shocked, and the whole fuzzy project is ended.
Biological development is strictly outlawed after seeing what
sort of killers people can create. Sound good?
#Post#: 347--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Tabula_Rojo
Date: June 8, 2012, 12:41 am
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--- Quote from: fluff_n_stuff link ---
>
> Not at all, it's just a way to promote the "Cleveland Rocks"
meme throughout not Spaghettiverse stories. I was pretty sure no
one want puffy griffons in Spagehttiverse anyway.
>
--- End Quote ---
Well as per the Price is Right Story that started this mess,
Puffy Griffons do exist in our continuity BUT we are avoiding
them for our story to keep things focused
#Post#: 350--------------------------------------------------
Re: Story Bits
DIR By: Mayclore
Date: June 8, 2012, 4:11 am
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--- Quote from: Lord Anubis link ---
>
> Order 109 is to wait until humans are out of sight, then kill
any fluffies in the vicinity in a way that can't be traced back
to the fuzzy. When questioned, the fuzzy lies and says something
else happened. It's an order designed to secretly eliminate the
competition so that fuzzies can be integrated faster.
>
> But go ahead and write stories where the fuzzies attack
people. I'm working on something that will let them turn on
humans. I wish I had thought of that plot twist, it's fucking
brilliant.
> My plan for the fuzzies is for footage of them slaughtering
fluffies in the streets (and now humans too) to hit airwaves.
The public is shocked, and the whole fuzzy project is ended.
Biological development is strictly outlawed after seeing what
sort of killers people can create. Sound good?
>
--- End Quote ---
Hmm...
I wonder how the fuzzies would react to our exterminators, then.
Unholy fluffy-killing alliance?
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