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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.
       #Post#: 320--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       *********************************************************************************************************
       >"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
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       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
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       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
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       --- 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
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       --- 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
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       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
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       --- 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
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       --- 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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