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Original Prompt:
>"Captain Anon. Would you like to accompany me to the war room?"

Previous Thread:

Start here:
After that look into the rest of the pastebins under the profile.
Current Act:

Heart of War spinoffs by LukeDaDuke:

>What is this shit?
It's a long running story about an Anon who joined the Equestrian military back in the day (the show's time period) and who also ended up being the defacto parent to a young Flurry Heart. After 25 years in Equestria, the now middle-aged veteran found himself dragged back into war, only this time accompanied by his 'little soldier' (the only real family he has in this world). Flurry seeks to emulate her 'Uncle' and find her own place.

With Twilight missing and the Elements unable to work their magic without her, the world has become notably darker. But lacking the magic of friendship to bind people together, a new magic- the bonds of camaraderie and brotherhood might, just might, be able to salvage a new era of peace.

Also Discord is an annoying and vague bitch.
Jesus christ this is still going?
>Gasping for breath, you awaken once more.
>The last time was…
>You managed to find a nice little alcove in the cliffs.
>After downing a day’s worth of rations in a single meal, you soon collapsed again.
>Yeah, that’s what you thought.
>Sitting upright, you rub your eyes.
>There’s a pain in your upper spine.
>Your skinned arm feels like it’s on fire.
>And as you start to stand…
>Oh that hurts.
>You have to reach down and check that you haven’t popped your knees out.
>Well today will be just peachy.
>You didn’t remember your backpack being so heavy.
>And as you step out of your tiny cave, you don’t remember things being as bright.
>Or as cool.
>Alright Anon, you have no idea the path Harvey set out for you.
>But you set out on this mission without even the slightest idea of where to go.
>Just keep on going east.
>No more caves though.
>Just you and a nice mountain stroll.
>What could possibly go-
>Some rocks under your right foot give way and you fall onto your side.
>The side of your head hits the stone.
>Not that bad…
>Pulling yourself back up, you reach and feel a bit of blood.
>You should have been able to brace that fall.
>Clenching your fists a couple times, you feel like a slug.
>Continuing down, you see the tiny gravel on the ground start to move.
>Like it’s-
>Not gravel.
>Those are ants swarming up from a hole.
>Moving around them, you pull yourself up onto a higher level in the crags.
>Glancing back, you see hundreds of the ants still pouring out.
>Hustling over the rocks, you glance back when you reach a more stable patch of ground.
>They’re still coming but you think you can outrun them.
>Damn your knees hurt.
>After you think your clear, you stop.
As it occurs to me that I'm suddenly seeing a post for this in 2018, how old is this story?
In the grand scheme, it's finally nearing the end in 5-7 more acts.
Also because of individual and collective autism
And drunkenness
>Maybe it’s just the venom, but you’re actually getting tired.
>You used to run laps along city walls without a single bead of sweat before the third or fourth time around.
“Harvey. Look, if you’re there at all, just say one word.”
>Come on Harv.
“One word buddy.”
>You look back, past the couple peaks you’ve gotten through.
>Then east, to the endless landscape of mountains and cliffs.
>The south?
>More mountains.
>You can’t turn back.
>Not now.
>Not ever.
>Only a few more peaks.
“We’re not retreating, we’re just advancing in a different direction.”
>Adjusting your path, you keep on talking.
“Harv, when you get back, we’ve gotta have a talk. I said no help, the not eating or sleeping or shitting was alright. But I’ve been poisoned before, and this ain’t poisoning. This is withdrawal. You bastard.”
>Early on in your days here, you became a serious alcoholic.
>When there weren’t any wars to really fight.
>Thanks to Twilight and Shining, you quit.
>Cold turkey.
>And this feels like withdrawal.
>That might be the no eating, sleeping, or shitting thing, but you think it’s more.
>You told him to do what he could, but if evidently he has to be BUSY, this happens to you…
>You’ll take your chances on your own.
>As you turn round the bend, you see something that legitimately makes you think you’re dreaming.
>Maybe you’re actually still in your tent, dealing with… what did you name the parasite?
>Like you’re still having a nice conversation with Steve.
>Around this corner, you see one of those golems.
Started a week or so before the first flurry episode almost 2 years ago.
>It’s kneeling down and offering a gem that’s similar to the one that was in the center of the other’s torso.
>The person it’s offering the gem to is a pony.
>Is that Pinkie Pie.
>She takes the gem and tosses it in a satchel.
>Then, as the golem returns to merge with the nearest cliff, she notices you.
>”Oh hi there Anon! What are you doing here?”
“I… what?”
>”I mean, I’m here to get a Hearth’s Warming gift for Maud. Thanks to my good old friend Rocky Two, I think I have THE. BEST. GIFT. EVER!”
“Are you…”
>”But don’t worry, Rocky Two told me about One, you’re A-Okay from the Rockies… as long as you apologize.”
“I’m… sorry. Really, mister Two. My bad.”
>”Wait what time is it?”
“I- I don’t know, around four?
>”I’m late!”
>”Sorry Nonny, I’ve got to go!”
>She runs behind a boulder that’s taller than her body.
>You rush up to it.
>And look to other side.
>No one’s there…
>To settle the matter, you climb up atop it.
>You can’t see any pink.
>This was a hallucination.
>Has to be.
“Harvey… you better be able to answer this when you come to.”
>This is…
>What the hell?
>What in the serious hell!
“Uhh… Rocky Two… If you’re listening, I really am really sorry. I don’t have any magic aura or anything like that. Rocky One threw the first punch, but I could have just run away and continue on my way… so sorry. It’s just that well- I’m talking to myself, aren’t I?”
>Nothing happens.
“Cool… I’ll keep on keeping on. We’re good, right?”
>You’ll just be going…
>Just keep on moving.
>Keep on moving.
>You’re tired- completely exhausted.
>Even though you tried to slash at a spider of unusual size, at worst you…
>Well that’s it.
>There was a spider or tarantula that was fairly small.
>And by ‘fairly’ you mean not as tall as your knee.
>Enough that looking at them and yelling at them made them scatter off.
>Another time you took a cut to the leg from another snow leopard before spooking it off with a warning shot from your four bore.
>But past that, you ended up on the final cliff overlooking the horizon.
>An endless forest.
>The trees aren’t as tall as the jaunt jungle you came from.
>Only thirty or so years of growth overall.
>By your estimates.
>Given the chaotic nature of this area, it could be a year, it could be a thousand years.
>But it’s a way forward.
>Form here it doesn’t look too bad.
>So you unsling the shotgun from your back, and use it as a sort of cane.
>A temperate forest.
>Can’t be worse than the Everfree.
>Until it IS worse.
>Because it’s always worse,
>With the cut around your right leg bandaged up and fairly mobile, you start your way down the mountain.
>The way in which mountains blend into forest is stark.
>Like a wall separates the environments.
>Harvey better not be trying to teach you a lesson or moral.
>Being truly on your own over here…
>Well damnit.
>Even if you’re debilitated, you can move on.
>This is it.
>Until Harv gets off his ass, you’re on your own.
>One man.
>One old man.
>One old man who’s wounded.
>One old man who’s wounded and dealing with dubious withdrawal symptoms.
>It’s.. humbling in a way.
>No more adrenaline.
>No more madness.
>Just you against everything.
>How far you’ve come…
That's it for the night.

To those who stated their opinions on Anon becoming a ‘god of war’ I agree that it went a bit too far. But ultimately that’s not the point of the story.

There are three ways in which characters have challenges: physical, mental, and emotional. And while each PoV character has met their challenges in each category, the PoV characters embody one of them while being secure in another (the last being a sub challenge so to speak).

Anon is established as being done with his physical challenges. He primarily deals with the mental challenge of coming to terms with what he is beyond war (and fulfilling his Eastern voyage), and the emotional challenge of going on to reach some state of inner peace with how many he’s killed.

Flurry is dead set in her mental stance (her resolve to Equestria and its people), it’s how she internalizes it to properly overcome the emotional baggage of living up to (in her mind) the perfect leader (Anon and his stories of Earth leaders). Aided by the physical challenge of leading from the front, she also takes up that aspect.

Thunder however has his emotional path set out- her serves his nation (and later his wife) with fervor. His big issue is physical in being thrust into frontline specialist acts, but also getting the secondary crystal mental challenges.
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>Someone has spent two years writing an AiE greentext

and how many words is it?
almost 460,000. By the end in mind it'll be about as long as Tolstoy's War and Peace.
And yes, I know...
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that's okay, because Short Skirts' and Explosion's Austraeoh twelve-part epic eclipses any sense of fandom-related autism that might be possible in a man.

I wonder what that's at these days?
By a quick look at google and fimfiction, 212,744 words. But I'm not sure if that's accurate to any other places/fimfic urls it's posted to. And/or any other authors. (it's 6:30 in the morning for me, and I'm fucking tired)
oh, my sweet summer child; that's book one in the series.

There are seven (eight?) more.
I just realized that. They're at 9...

I suddenly don't feel so autistic.
I wonder what the longest /mlp/ only story is.
Anyone got stats on that?
Let me fill that hole of doubt:

Imploding Colon is the alt account of prolific horse writer, Short Skirts and Explosions. Here are his stories.

212,744 - Austraeoh
223,505 - Eljunbryo
313,419 - Innavedr
357,354 - Odrsjot
438,033 - Urohringr
364,762 - Yaerfaerda
423,534 - Ynanhluutr
918,990 - Utaan
272,736 (Unfinished) - Ofolrodi

= 3,525,077 Words.

>7.75 times the length of The Lord of The Rings trilogy (7 times if you include The Hobbit)
>17 times the length of Moby Dick
>8.4 times the length of Gone With the Wind
>6 times the length of War and Peace (and around 6.5 that of Les Miserables)
>4.5 times the length of the King James Bible
>3.25 times the length of the entire Harry Potter Trilogy
>1.99 times the length of A Song of Ice and Fire

SS&E also has 3.6 Million total words on 151 other stories published on his main account.

You, on the other hand, are:
>1.1 times the length of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
>1.05 times longer than Moby Dick
>The same length as Crime and Punishment
>Around half the length of Gone with the Wind
>Under half the length of The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
>37% the length of Atlas Shrugged.

It's probably this one, or that endless EqG fic by Alexandergrey whose name I no longer remember.
Can you summarize what is this green is about in less than one post?
>It's a long running story about an Anon who joined the Equestrian military back in the day (the show's time period) and who also ended up being the defacto parent to a young Flurry Heart. After 25 years in Equestria, the now middle-aged veteran found himself dragged back into war, only this time accompanied by his 'little soldier' (the only real family he has in this world). Flurry seeks to emulate her 'Uncle' and find her own place.

it's in the fucking OP dude
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Last one.
Holy fuck what a crazy shit. I remember so long ago when I first read Austraeoh and thought it was pretty good... But the sequel I got completely bored with about a quarter or so in, because I didn't care about those new main characters. Now half of me wants to try and go back to read all the way, just to finish the story. But the other half says no, because that would take an unacceptable amount of time. Does anyone recommend reading anything after the first book?
Alright guys, I'll try to get some updates out, but I've been rocking a migraine all day and am pretty out of it.
I don't mean to sound like a massive faggot, but with life being the kind of shit it is for some people right now, I feel like being able to finish the day off by catching up on this story whenever possible and seeing how non-shitty the people in this thread are...well, for someone who's been following the story since the first thread I gotta say that this whole thing manages to make everyday with a new update feel that little important bit less shit by the end of it. Thanks a lot to Thing and Luke and everyone else. Sorry for being a fag.
Shit, I might not be the biggest autist in the fandom, but I may be the biggest one here.

Also I remember that AlexGrey story, about Anon denying relationships and shit. I followed it until he took a year or so off, then couldn't get back into it. I think he tired to synthesize the OG prompt into a story he wanted to write.
Really though, just read the prologue and decide for yourself.
Thanks m8
Hey buddy, let me be a fag for a moment too.
Honest to god, I don't do this for the (you)s. The only thing that keeps me going aside form a love and attachment to the story, is the people like you. Especially those who have been here from the beginning.I've said it before, and I'll say it again- my goal as a writefag isn't acknowledgement or prestige (on this wretched hive of the internet). Thread after thread, the readers of this story have kept it alive and it's my duty to continue on and provide a full product. We're all on the same ride together, no matter where it takes us.
Notching up the faggotness(?), I'm glad that you look forward and take something from the story. And I really do hope that in the end, it's worth the years of devotion.
Man I fucking love all you fucks

who you callin' a fuck, ya fuck?
(cheers m8)
>More creatures flood into the streets.
>But as the formation readies themselves, the beasts remain still.
>They’re trying something different.
>Just out of range for the men to throw grenades.
>You whisper to yourself:
“What are they doing…”
>”I don’t know.”
>The Captain must have overheard you.
“We’re almost there.”
>”They’re smart, and might be trying to keep you from overseeing the battle as a whole.”
“I don’t know. They’ve exhibited tactical thinking before, but not strategic. I think it’s simpler… they want us to charge. Or take a different route that could lead to an ambush.”
>Before the junction they’ve came into, there are two turns you could take your column.
>And that’s setting aside falling back a block or two.
>Each and every turn could be an ambush.
>If you charge the beasts ahead, it still could be an ambush…
>Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
>What have you done previously against them.
>With the minotaurs you led a direct spearhead.
>In the Crystal Empire, you led the containment.
>Here you’ve rescued soldiers personally.
>By all they know, you lead yourself.
>You look up and whistle to a pegasi.
>When he flies down, you speak:
“Get to the ship. I want Brairheart to utterly level that crossroads.”
“I want that order relayed yesterday.”
>The airman flies off with no other words.
>He knows what you want.
>But, you can’t let the enemy think you’re planning something new.
“Alright people! Keep formation, and move up slowly.”
>Three blocks from the T junction the creatures are at.
>You’ll take it slow.
>Move up a block as slowly as you can…
>One step at a time.
“Clear rear?”
>”Clear rear!”
“Clear flanks?”
>”Clear right!”
>”Clear left!”
>A few paces in front of the formation, you continue to approach the junction.
>Only a couple more buildings from the next intersection.
>You hear a trio of explosions in the distance.
>Some of the beasts start to run forward.
>A moment later, three large blasts engulf the junction.
>The mortars…
>Dozens of the beasts are blown apart.
>But the creatures still standing are charging forward, as if nothing just happened.
>From the roads that lead onto the main street you’re on, more of the beasts run out.
>Why didn’t the scouts rela-
>A beam of magic strikes the furthest junction.
>The sound of the Prydwen’s main gun then sounds out a half second later.
>As the blast lights up and eviscerates the remaining creatures in the crossroad, the ones from the other streets are still coming.
>While the dust settles in the junction, more beasts run into the crater and turn to face your position.
>You hear the March yell from behind.
>But his voice is distant.
>With dozens of the animals charging at you, you draw your sword.
>Steel balls are tossed over your head.
>When the explosions occur, some are killed.
>Some are slowed from wounds.
>Others keep moving at their peak speed.
>Courage Flurry…
>Stand firm.
>If you have to be a martyr…
>So be it.
>It’s not about you.
>It’s about Equestira.
>And Equestira is in hood hooves.
>Be the mare Anon taught you to be.
>As the beasts move closer, you see a single chariot fly low over your head.
>No pony is in it, only pegasi flying an empty one.
>Then somepony drops in front of you, presumably having jumped from the air chariot.
“What are you-“
>A wall of magical force rises up across the street.
>And as the beasts reach it, they’re stopped in their tracks.
>The wall rises up about two stories.
>Moving up to see Brairheart’s face, you see his eyes are dead set on the shield.
>”Before… all… this… I… was a… soldier!”
>As the beasts start to pile up on each other to scale the barrier, Brairheart’s horn shine brighter.
>And his wall pushes out down the street.
>The beasts fall to the ground, atop each other.
>As the force is paralyzed, you yell back:
>The Admiral falls to a knee as a new volley of explosives fly over your head.
>While the grenades explode, you look back.
“Move up! Charge!”
>You hear dozens of grenadiers scream out a battle cry as they move forward.
>While the men move out around you, the Admiral is fully laying the ground.
>You lean down and speak to- yell at him.
“What the hell was that!”
>”… Hell?”
>That’s one of Anon’s words you picked up.
>You drop your sword to pull Brairheart to his hooves.
“What. Was. That!”
>”My job… Ma’am. Might not be that good with a sword.”
>He pauses in thought as soldiers charge forward around you.
>”Not even that good with magic, but I can do my part.”
“You’re an Admiral, the only Admiral! You can’t just-“
>”You’re a Princess, the only Princess…”
“Well I’m your CO, get back up there!”
>”Yeah… I will. Just wanted a glimpse of the old days…”
“Get back to the ship!”
>You then flap your wings to get a view of the battle.
>The grenadiers are climbing over the corpses to reach the remaining few beasts.
>Towards the rear of the column, the soldiers are fighting against a flanking move.
More tomorrow
>But as you watch…
>They endured.
>Quickly even.
>Among the ranks below you, you can see the Admiral looking up.
>Without any other beasts left living, you set down alongside him.
>With a slight grin, he speaks:
>”If there’s one thing that I’ve ever learned… it’s that a single act can turn the tide. An officer, a general, even the lowest soldier. Morale is everything.”
>He even chuckles a bit.
>”And besides, everypony else has proved themselves to you. About time I got my share in.”
“You don’t have anything to prove, that doesn’t mean that you have to put your life on the line!”
>Brairheart just gives a smug grin.
“Oh don’t use that on me.”
>Around you, the grenadiers spread out and check the beast’s corpses.
>Making sure they’re really dead.
“I bet you didn’t give him this kind of flack.”
>”When one of us would help him, he’d start with a ‘thank you’ at the very least.”
>You see the Admiral’s chariot set down beside you.
“Get out.”
>You joke.
>”Yes, Ma’am. We’ll be watching closely until you reach the others.”
>He slowly steps over and climbs onto the chariot.
>When he gets in the air, you look over to the soldiers.
“Alright, fall in. We’ll go down this way then get back on path.”
>While the forward grenadiers scale past the mound of bodies to file into formation, you look to Captain March.
>”Flyboys… show up late and take all the credit.”
>He then remembers who you are.
“Look, once we reach the lines, I want any of your men who are wounded to get treatment, even if it’s just a scratch. Everypony else will help me lead the push out to the rail station. We need to secure it for reinforcements.”
>”Of course.”
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Whoops, I've made a mistake. You were at 460k words, not 217k. That's the length of Austraeoh.

So you are:
>About twice as long as Crime and Punishment
>About 80% of the length of Atlas Shrugged
>43% of the length of the entire Harry Potter series (In other words, you've just finished Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and are about 30 pages into The Order of the Pheonix)
>Ever so slightly longer than the Lord of the Rings Series (but not if you include The Hobbit)
>1.1 times the length of Gone With The Wind
>About a fifth shorter than War and Peace
>2.3 times the length of Moby Dick
>Longer than 'Game of Thrones', but halfway through 'A Clash of Kings', around a quarter of the length of ASOIAF
>Halfway through Frank Herbert's 'Dune' series

By Comparison, The Austraeoh Series has presently eclipsed 'The Wheel of Time' series (3.2M words). You have finished book one of that series and are about halfway through the second.

So you needn't feel so eclipsed. You are not just the biggest autist here; you are such an autist that you are approaching the end of notable fictional books' word length. The last stop in that ride is the King James Bible, at 783k, but you're already riding hard at War and Peace.

From thereon out it's just you and the Fantasy autists. Stay safe.
What's the one element of your world that you always wished was explored more, but perhaps you never had the time or inclination to do it?
That's a lot of math
Just popped in to say this is probably the least autistic and most tolerable general on this board, and the fact it's been around for 2 years or something is pretty amazing.
Wont read though because I dont really like war type stories, have a bump.
You're nice. But it's not just about war! It's about hope.
Invisible bump
The hope of rutting flurry, that is

Interesting fact; if you publish a book in Norway, the government will buy the first 1000 copies and distribute them to the libraries throughout the country.
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>The last stop in that ride is the King James Bible
Knowing what I do now, there war in the first two acts should have been stretched out longer to better size up with the other major story arcs. In that extended one, I'd also want to look more into the civilian experience under Celestia before the coup. Also add a battle or two more with each of the enemy nations and Royalists to make it feel more like proper war instead of just 'Anon turns tide then goes off to turn another tide'.

Another thing I messed up was the reveal of the four bore. Originally I intended the ship to rest at an island to give the men tome to stretch their legs and maybe forage for supplies. Anon and some others would encounter a giant cyclops and have a bullshitting moment where he explains the proper way to eat a pony and the various methods to cook and prepare them, buying time for a pegasi to fly it over, anon then uses it to blind the cyclops and escape like Odysseus.

Then there are too many instances that I posted a scene that wasn't exactly what I had in mind because I though up the concept for the scene days (or weeks or months) before, and in retrospect I realize I forgot something. But that stuff usually gets integrated into future posts.
>Best of the Worst.
I'll take it.

To be fair though 'war' only make up roughly half of the story's genera. The rest being character drama, political intrigue, romance, espionage, (non-military) action-adventure, and buddy cop style situations.
Yeah, War and Peace sounds about right for what I've got left. Side stories/prequels were offered, but if I'm not sure if I'll continue on with that once the actual story is done.
How much can I profit from this...
Bumperino for Norway books
God damnit, I knew someone would intepret it that way. I just meant it as the last long ass fucking book I can think of that isn't its own series (and quite arguably it is as the Bible has its own 'books').

Then again, now that you mention it I'm fairly sure the bible is what you'd classify as an autobiography
Actually it's an anthology, as it contains multiple stories in prose and poetry. Not to mention the New Testament only being Canon due to a decision by the church thousands of years ago, there are more than just the 4 gospels, they're just not Canon.
"Jesus was better before he got wings" of the time I guess.
I just realized that every image of Flury I have is in my Heart Of War folder
Sounds like a good problem to have, mate

I'm gonna draw you something this weekend, thingfag. Please do not go gentle into that good night.
I'm writing now, just had a busy day, then a busy and writers block night.
Yeah, the Bible is a weird mythology/mythologized historical/historical account that's hard to classify in modern 'fiction/nonfiction' terms. Speaking of noncanon books, I always did like the 'proto' Gospel of James as an incredibly widespread classical and medieval text that (effectively) didn't quite make it into the canon, but still doesn't really contradict any of the canon.
I honestly never understood waifus until writing this story
>The forest before you is oddly tame.
>It’s actually not much of a forest.
>Down here it’s like a suburban lawn, but with more trees.
>Or like the Equestrian countryside just outside towns.
>For some reason, this is eerier than the alternative.
>Adjusting your grip on your four bore, you cock a barrel.
>Everything is too calm.
>Too happy.
>You halt and take aim as you see movement coming down a tree trunk.
>A squirrel then hops across the grass, moving far out of your sight.
>When it’s far away, you let exhale the breath you were holding.
>A freaking squirrel.
>Not even a giant version, just your average furry tailed rat.
>Just as you start to move, you almost shoulder the shotgun again.
>You’re jumping at squirrels and now butterflies in the distance.
>Calm down Anon.
>Calm down.
>There’s got to be some catch to this area, but you’ll deal with it when it comes.
>And this is, this is.
>This is, you’re not thinking straight.
>Deep breaths.
>Stay in control.
>And calm down.
>You’re not in your right mind.
>It’s more like your left mind-
>Stop that.
>Leaving the grenadiers outside, you walked towards the command tower’s access.
>As you walk through the command post, you over hear an enlisted man:
>”So we went all this way, just to figure out we’re heading right back there…”
“Absolutely! Command, am I right?”
>”Yeah sister, the brass just must not realize-“
>And the soldier noticed who was speaking to him.
>You continue on your way, chuckling as you move.
“Where are we Colonel?”
>”Well, we’ve been able to get a count of the 88th. Glancing down at the men you’ve brought back, barely over three thousand are in fighting shape. A few hundred wounded.”
“That’s… only over a fifth of the division.”
>”Barely over a fifth. And that’s only from my men.”
>The bottom line is that the casualty figure will easily be into five digits.
“What’s the status on the rail yard?”
>Thorn motions over to it on the horizon.
>”Now that what’s left is condensed and has proper air support, we should be able to push forward. A two or three block wide advance maybe.”
“I want the grenadiers I brought back to be on point.”
>”You deal with the advance, I’ll make sure the lines hold.”
“Sounds good to me.”
>The main gun rings out and utterly levels a building at the end of the block.
>As the boom subsides, you yell to the men.
>You hear an officer yell to men on the opposite side of the street.
>And he leads a few squads into a building.
>At the top of the same building, the squad that air support lifted up begins to work their way down.
>You turn back to see Captain March rushing up to your position.
>”The right flank’s been making good time. We’re almost a block ahead of the center and left.”
“Alright, push forward if you can, but don’t let your guys get cut off. We’re only a couple blocks away, then we just have to hold.”
>Another voice yells to you:
“Hold Captain.”
>As March stops, you look to the pegasi messenger.
“What is it soldier?”
>She relays to you:
>”Princess, we’re under attack. Hundreds of them pressing on our southern flank.”
>And you’re pressing north…
“How are you holding?”
>”To be honest, poorly. We’ve only lost a couple buildings, but casualties are high.”
>You look over to March.
“Give me one or two grenadier squads to reinforce the rear. You’re in charge up here, do what you can.”
>”Yes Ma’am!”
>Then you look to the messenger.
“Het up to the ship, I want all air of their guns supporting the defense.”
>”Ma’am, I-“
>Okay, that makes sense.
>You put all of your forces into a fairly small area.
>Makes sense they would try to wipe any stragglers from the field.
>For the time being, each of you are set off from reinforcements.
>They want to do as much damage as possible, you want to save as many as possible.
>As March gets two squads ready to march back, you look over.
“I’m moving up ahead, get there as soon as possible.”
>You then look to March.
“Captain, you know the stakes. Do me proud, do Equestria proud.”
>”We’ll get the job done!”
“Don’t tell me that! Show me results Captain!”
“What do you want Call?”
>”What do you need?”
“Either get to the front, or get the Guard ready to go.”
“Choose, I’ve got a job to do.”
>You press on further.
>High on your left.
>Right on the corner of a roof, you see one of them.
>You don’t even draw your sword.
>You just rush it with your shoulder.
>And that shoulder is going to be sore in the morning.
“Hold the line!”
>The other soldiers on the roof manage to push back against the creatures.
>Below, the lines on the street are being pushed back.
>The beasts packed just as tightly as your men are in the streets.
>Hold on… just a little bit longer.
more tomorrow, sorry bout the last 2 days
Don't worry about it mate, we all have our up and down days.
I was reading anons bit and got proper confused, then I realised he was tripping. Good stuff.
Anon starting to go batshit because of no Discord. RIP
He did get bitten by a spider, so chances are there's something in the poison thats making him hallucinate pretty stuff while he's getting webbed up.
Maybe Anon will just evolve into a draconequus and take Discord's place since he's totally dead and...Stuff
Furry heart:Princess of fursuits
>Keep on moving Anon.
>This is, you’re messed up.
>But, are you messed up while awake, or messed up while asleep.
>On one hand you’ve been coherent for too long.
>When you’re self-aware, your dreams don’t last as long as you’ve been up.
>Other than your escapades with the parasite…
>But this isn’t like that.
>The parasite kept cycling you through settings to keep you unaware.
>This has been a continuous chain.
>The doe is looking right over at you with wide eyes.
>A loud gunshot then rings through the forest, sending birds flying off in flocks.
>An few hours later, you sit next to the campfire.
>Bambi’s mom was pretty good.
>Stringy, but what venison isn’t?
>You take another bite of a rib.
>God you miss meat.
>Mainly steak.
>Cows here are sentient…
>Murder for sirloin is a step too far.
>God you miss a good rare steak.
>A few shakes of salt, and just a dash of pepper.
>And no steak sauce, just a tiny bit of ketchup on the corner of a bite.
>But above all else, no fat.
>Some people like it in their steaks, but those people aren’t really people.
>Not really.
>And for the slightest moment, the meat in your mouth tasted line a prime cut rare sirloin…
>But this isn’t your mind.
>This is reality!
>You’re a man in a forest.
>Eating deer ribs in front of a campfire.
>You look up to examine the surroundings.
>Still no movement.
>It’s a quiet night.
>But an hour later you hear it.
>A roar.
>Not a bear’s roar.
>You know bears.
>And not even a manticore.
>It’s too… primal to be a manticore.
>But it’s mammalian, so it can’t be a hydra or dragon.
>Or timber wolf.
>And it’s followed by five- no, six other roars from similar creatures.
>As night falls, you’re on your own out here.
>Just a shotgun leaning against a tree to your right, and a sword on your left hip.
>Come on…
>Let’s go.
“Hold left!”
>You run across the roof to look at the other flank.
“Push forward!”
>You can see a few grenadiers pushing to the front line, so hopefully they’ll be able to make the difference.
>In the past couple advances, you’ve had to throw too many men at the front line.
>Too many.
>You dropped down and killed a few at key points here and there, but it didn’t influence the actual battle line.
>Despite the tight formation, dozens of men have been lost.
>It’s something of a contradiction.
>The grenadiers work amiably in a tight formation.
>But their real strength lies when they spread out a bit and let their experience speak for itself.
>However with the average soldier, a tight formation is the only way to hold the line.
>Even if a tight formation just lets more men die in an individual attack.
>On one hoof individual actions are better, while on the other they result in more deaths.
>That’s… the difference between experienced soldiers and the recruits…
>No fighting force is the same, and you have to accept that.
>Even though a couple air strikes did their part, it’s not near enoug-
>Horns and trumpets blare out to the rear.
>In the street below you, you see the soldiers making way for a row of the Old Guard.
>Heavily armored ponies charge with blades, led by a unicorn.
>That unicorn is levitating a great sword that’s at least twice as long as your body is.
>The pegasi of the Guard fly overhead.
>Some dropping bombs, others diving in to pierce the enemy with spears and lances.
>You hear a large horn sound out from your rear.
>It echoes through the field.
>For blocks and blocks.
>The horn still rings out, echoing through your bones.
>You fly down, sword at the ready to jab down into the head of a beast in the crossroad.
>While you remove the blade and move onto the next creature, you barely have time to reach as a unicorn stuns the animals that surround you with a single blast of magic.
>You slash at the nearest beast.
>Around you, you can see unicorns stun the Tartarus creatures, allowing earth ponies or pegasi to sweep in for the kill.
>Pegasi harass beasts to allow earth ponies to skewer them.
>Earth ponies hold back beasts so that unicorns can land a killing blast of magic.
>And the Guard still press forward.
>Moving up quickly to support your position.
>You’ve seen them in action before.
>But never against a truly greater foe.
>Here they have to push themselves to contend with the enemy.
>Each and every one of the Old Guard fought much harder than you could have.
>With the ferocity of a manticore.
>The loyalty you’ve only seen in Anon.
>And a skill that matches the best you’ve encountered- making the grenadiers look like raw recruits.
>They never faced the beasts before.
>But to your eyes, they might as well have fought them every day for the past decade.
>Setting aside magic, any one of them could best you.
>Even with magic it’d be a challenge.
>You haven’t seen a single Old Guard fall.
>While you have the momentum.
>They’re still cut off from reinforcements, and the more you can catch out here means less to skulk in buildings.
>You hear another roar echo through the forest.
>No no no no no.
>That’s a manticore!
>You can tell from the pitch.
>Deeper though, and more reverb.
>You take a last bite from the venison before standing up.
>The roar was relatively close.
>No, they wouldn’t know German.
>Not like Frederick.
>They wouldn’t even know English…
>Because they’re animals!
>No, focus.
>You pull yourself up to your feet.
>A dozen or two feet in front of you, it descends from the light forest canopy.
>The lighting is still good enough to distinctly make out it’s body.
>Yup it’s a manticore.
>Strange sound for a manticore…
>But if an Equestrian manticore looks like a teddy bear, this looks like a feral grizzly.
>It- She’s almost twice as long.
>No mane, but instead of the almost cartoonish head and (lack of) mane, it looks hyper realistic.
>A slender torso and head.
>Muscle ridden limbs, and wings much larger than you’ve seen.
>The tail doesn’t look like a simple segmentation.
>Instead you can see the hairy exoskeleton that protects it.
>And her teeth…
>They look like they could cut through your flesh like a warm knife through butter.
>But, you have one thing going for you.
>Superior firepower.
>Grabbing out to the four bore, you cock the other barrel.
>And in the waning light of the evening, you take aim and fire.
>The manticore was able to take a couple steps to the side.
>Before the quarter pound chunk of lead imbedded itself in its general heart region.
>The creature slumped to the ground.
>And you turned to your backpack to reload the gun.
>But as you slid a fresh pair of slugs into the weapon, you head a resounding call upon the air.
>More roars.
>Just like from the manticore.
>At least a dozen of them, all reaching you at the same time.
>And you don’t have enough bullets left for a dozen manticores…
>One of the roars came from your six.
>All the others came from your front, even if vaguely.
>You’re moving forward.
>Even if they look ‘scarier’ they’re still manticores.
>You’ve killed their kind before, without fancy guns.
>And you will-
>You need to sleep.
more tomorrow
>One off from trips
Really though, for the next bits you should wonder details soldiering east.
(Everything written is a point of view)
*Rest in RIP
But that's the question. To what extent is he hallucinating/tripping.

Is everything suspect, are events taken at face value, or is everything true?
define 'stuff' for me
I... what?
Well, It's kinda like how you wouldn't wanna call someone brain dead 'just' a vegetable, so is it okay to just say that he's dead as a rock? Or maybe I'm just full of shit and don't know how to define it. Don't bully.
HoW's everyone dealing with flu season?
>Although something seemed off with Equity's response, it was probably fatigue from the journey.
>Disregarding that little exchange, you all make your way into the partially cavernous oasis.
>Before entering, you take one last look to the outside world.
>Taking in the sight, you enter.
>Everypony is already seated around in a circle beside the tiny pool of freshwater.
>Only thing that would make this perfect is if their was a campfire.
>However it's still only midday.
>The sun is providing enough of heat for the moment.
>Taking out a thermos, you pour yourself some lukewarm coffee you saved from Dodge.
>Equity seems to be staring at you as you take a sip.
>"There's more coffee if you-"
>"No thanks."
>His voice comes out harsh.
>Next to him Star Kicker is drawing something in the sand with his hoof.
>Officer Cloudy gets up from his place to see what he's drawing.
>"What's this? A geography lesson?"
>"I'm just trying to retrace my steps."
>"You're telling me you don't know how to get to the mesa? I thought you said it was that giant rock on the horizon?"
>"It is! I'm just trying to remember how to get us inside. Unless you feel comfortable with 'Old Mare Moody carrying us all to the top!"
>Moody chuckles a bit at that remark.
>"That's a new one even for me."
>Cloudy stomps a hoof ruining the drawing.
>"Whatever the case is, you better not screw us!"
>"Just relax Clouds, take a sip of water. I trust him."
>Equity flicks some water at Cloudy from his canteen.
>"And what the heck is with you?!"
>Equity lowers his canteen and raises an eyebrow.
>"You've been chummy with this traitor ever since the apartment raid ended!"
>"Is there something wrong with being civil with fellow ponies?"
>"That's enough!"
>Reckless gets up and stands between the two ponies.
>"Officer Cloudy, take a walk outside. Clear your head."
>As Cloudy leaves in a huff, Reckless then turns to Equity.
>"Something wrong Sergeant?"
>He says so innocently.
>"Get with Moody. Elder!"
>"Watch Star from now on."
"Yes Ma'am."
>As you walk towards Star, Equity slinks towards Moody.
>He looks back.
>His face void of all emotion.
>Something doesn't seem right.
>Getting to Star, you plant yourself across from him sitting on the opposite end of his ruined drawing.
>He's humming something.
>A very upbeat tune.
>He's trying to fix his makeshift map.
>Periodically stopping to place a hoof to his temple.
>He stops as he notices you staring.
>As your eyes meet he gives a warm smile.
>"Well what a 'maelstrom' this turned out to be."
>His emphasis on the word puzzles you until you hear a commotion from the other end of the oasis.
>You see Equity forcing Moody to the ground.
>He pins him with his face in the dirt with all his weight on his head.
>Taking out his blade, he puts it behind Moody's neck.
>Looking closely, his eyes are bloodshot.
>No not bloodshot, just fully red.
>As if both blood-vessels just burst.
>In a rough and ragged voice that wasn't his own he yells out.
>As you watch stunned, Reckless dashes towards Equity ignoring his statement.
>Before she could get to him though, Star tackles you to your back and gets you in a headlock.
>"That's quite enough Sergeant!"
>Bringing you up standing, his grip is tight around your neck.
>He reaches down and unsheathes your short knife on your belt.
>Putting to your neck, it feels ice cold through your coat
>"Drop your sword!"
Hi Luke!
I'm great, no flu here. How you doin?
luke... pls
(I'm not sick. yet.)
>You kept yourself up for a while.
>After the barrage of roars, the forest turned completely silent.
>Only the crackling of the fire, and the sound of your own breath.
>And the only movement you’ve been able to pick up is from leaves blowing in the wind.
>On a better day you would have been able to stay up for the night.
>Two maybe.
>But you honestly don’t have it in you right now.
>It’s getting dark, but the sky is clear.
>Should be fairly bright tonight.
>Your backpack’s to the side.
>The fire you set up is just next to a tree.
>Leaning your shotgun against it, you draw your sword.
>Then set it down onto the ground.
>Picking up the four bore, you sit upright against the tree.
>Your sword’s grip is within reach.
>Cocking a barrel of the shotgun, you put your finger on the trigger guard and close your eyes.
>Don’t focus on sight.
>Sight won’t be able to wake you up.
>Sound is what you need.
>With how quiet the forest is, you should be able to wake up if anything approaches.
>Smell is also a small influence on it.
>But sound is the most importan-
>You’ve heard manticore-like roars.
>And you’re sitting next to the remains of a skinned and cooked deer.
>Opening your eyes, you start to stand.
>Son of a bitch.
>Time to pack your things and go.
>You fought with the soldiers.
>The fresh conscripts, experienced grenadiers, and the elites of the Old Guard.
>When the Guard arrived, you were properly able to push forward.
>Half of them were dispersed to deal with any counter attacks, and the other half pushed forward.
>You aimed them towards the outskirts.
>Where reinforcements should be coming from.
>It’s been over thirty hours since you’ve slept.
>You’re currently on a secured roof top, letting the men continue sweeps as you take a moment to rest.
>Funny… you’ve made sure that soldiers get shifts to sleep, but you’ve been running nonstop.
>How do the others do it…
>How did Anon do it?
>Hours upon hours of pitched battle.
>If you take a moment to rest, it could be in the moment you’re needed most.
>But if your lessons as a kid told you anything- it’s that if you force yourself up for a month, the second you actually rest you’ll get a D-day.
>Somepony else speaks…
“Well if it isn’t my favorite ony from Trottingham. Corporal…”
>You forgot his name.
>”Manechester, your highness. Trottingham, they’re just… rubbish.”
“What do you want Call?”
>”Relaying updates from the officers. The defensive minded Guard and other blokes have faced four smaller attacks, each repelled quickly. On the attack, both the Guard and local grenadiers are making quick gains.”
>He chuckles.
>”Actually the grenadiers and Guard have something of a race going on for most blocks advanced.”
“This isn’t a game.”
>”Sure, but- look I’m a performer first. Can I be blunt?”
“Hit me?”
>”In more than a few cases, especially with the less experienced men, wagers and levity are all that’s keepin’ them sane down there.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just…”
“Don’t tell anypony.”
>You notice a bloodied trio of slashes on his neck.
>Just above the armor’s collar.
“You okay?”
>”Wot, this? I’ve ‘ad worse.”
“Well look, just make it clear to the officers that competition is fine between divisions. But if they let that competition hurt their efficiency, they’ll have to answer directly to me… We’re all on the same side here after all.”
>”Yes Ma’am. And-“
>He stops himself.
“And what?”
>”Well… you…”
>”You do look pretty tired.”
“That’s enough Corporal, you have your orders.”
>You set down on the outside of the Palace in Canterlot.
>You’re honestly amazed at how quickly you were able to find a railway and catch a ride to the capitol.
>Once the train stopped, you flew over to the palace.
>As you walked through the streets you were surprised at the number of soldiers running about.
>When you reached the palace, the guards at the gate stopped you.
“Very good. But I’m a Major. You can let me by.”
>”I’m sorry, but we’ll need to see some credentials.”
“Look, just send for Offense. He’ll speak for me.”
>”The Brigadier isn’t in the city.”
“Well send for somepony who is.”
>”Look civilian, we’ve got a lot to deal with right now. If you want to join, go talk to a recruiter.”
“Who even are you? I’m the head of the Old Guard.”
>”Well if you were the head of the Guard, you’d be in Baltimare right now.”
“What’s happening in Baltimare?”
>The guard chuckles.
>”Some leader…”
>This guy is an earth pony.
>And the guard aside from him is an earth pony…
“Well if you won’t let me in…”
>You turn and start heading back into the city.
>”Come back with a recruiter, boy.”
>And then you flap your wings to fly over the guards.
>They still hurt from the wounds you’ve taken, but you can fly.
>”Hey, you’re not allowed-“
>You fly into an open window.
Alright, I'm back into the semester, but I should have free time on most evenings. But no more 4-6 AM posts. After this week (seeing how things work) I'll be able to find a regular schedule to write.
I'll keep that block covered with bumperinos

Shitty aussie flu bump
>he got the flu

Feel better bumper
Nah I didn't get it, I had to cover 2 shifts because they got it. My family has pretty decent genes so I rarely get ill or colds, which is pretty good to be honest.
>Moving through the palace, you pass by dozens of officers skirting around.
>There’s quite the commotion overall.
>But you haven’t passed by any ponies you can recognize.
>None of the men under your command are here.
>There’s Lancer!
>He’s speaking to the guard that stopped you from entering.
>You hear the guard speak:
>”Pegasi, average build. Description as I previously said. Entered maybe five minutes ago-“
>He notices you.
>”There he is!”
>Lancer glances over and yells:
>”Hold Corporal. He’s with me.”
>”But he-“
>”Go get Wave and send him to the meeting room.”
>”Yes Sir.”
>Lancer then walks up to you.
>”Get to the meeting room, and you’ll wait inside.”
“General, I-“
>”Do you hear me!”
“Yes Sir.”
>You’ve been waiting in here for quite some time.
>Then the door finally opens.
>As Lancer enters the room, followed by General Wave, they approach you.
>Lancer ends up on your right, Wave on your left.
>You look to Lancer:
“Reporting for dut-“
>Lancer punches you in the jaw.
>Hard enough to send you recoiling back.
>”You better give me a damn good reason you’ve deserted!”
>As you recover from the hit, you look over to Lancer.
>The taste of blood in your mouth…
“Sir, I resigned. I didn’t desert.”
>Lancer grabs your shoulder and pulls you closer.
>His face is close to yours, as if he’s going to have a heart to hear-
>He uppercuts your jaw.
>”And why did you resign!”
“Sir, I-“
>He jabs in towards your jaw.
>You catch it with your left hoof.
>Then jab your right into his chest.
>The strike looked like it would be a dead center punch, but he grabbed it with his free hoof.
>And before you knew it, you were thrown to the ground: your spine meeting the hard floor.
>You grunt out in pain.
>”We trusted you, Thunder!”
“Sir, I…”
>You start to break down.
>Squirming out of his grasp, you scoot over to the nearest wall.
>And you lose yourself into the crystal for a moment.
“They took her… they killed my wife- My SON!... I felt him… deep in there.”
>You don’t exactly remember what you said.
“They took her.”
“The crystal, it hurt.”
“They took her.”
“It made my ears bleed”
“They took her.”
“I heard-sensed… everything.”
“They took her!”
“Everything, not everypony.”
“Everything… everything I had, and could have.”
“My- Our son!”
“But, I found it again and-
“I don’t know!”
>As you continue to rave, you feel a slap.
>Then Wave is in front of you.
>As he slaps again, he speaks:
>”Get a hold of yourself!”
>He slaps again.
>Another slap.
“I’m good!”
>Lancer then stops him.
>Then he looks at you.
>”What happened to you?”
“The crystal, it… it could… I’m not sure how to describe it. It could sense every living thing. And for a moment I was in tune with it. Even when I pulled away, I still felt it… until I touched it again.”
>”You did what?”
“It, it, it it it… drew me towards it… there was something wrong. Something it needed to fix.”
>”Hold on.”
>You hear the generals step away from you and whisper.
>And you can hear their conversation perfectly.
>Lancer starts:
>”What do you make?”
>”He’s unstable.”
>”How did he even get in here?”
>”Evidently security needs to be tightened.”
>”Yeah but what do we do with him?”
>”Plenty of cells in the dungeo-“
“I’m NOT crazy!”
>Wave continues:
>”He heard that.”
>”I know, Red… I know.”
“Genera- Lancer. Wave. It was like for a moment I could sense and understand every living thing. I’m not crazy… I just need to get back into the fight.”
>Wave is the one to speak:
>”Thunder, you’re not exactly sounding very sane.”
“Look, don’t need platoons or companies. Or even a squad. All I need is to fight against these…”
>Their name is on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t recall.”
“They took my pregnant wife from me… I need this.”
>Wave and Lancer then nod to each other.
>But Lancer is the one to speak:
>”Look kid, I’ve seen this before. It rarely ends up good.”
“No! This isn’t in my head. It’s real!”
>”Son, you just admitted to communing with the desert, breaking down under pressure, running away from your duties, then taking a crazed walk through the mountains.”
“When I was there… with Winter… I was back. Everything that happened melted away. For a short time, I was myself again… then it was taken from me.”
“But when I touched the crystal… the one in the mountains. It gave me back my mind. And NO. I’m not back to normal! My mind was shattered and my wife was murdered! I have the pieces- all of them, but I need to do something to put them back together. I can’t just stand around, seeing shrinks and listening to slow music. I can’t just sit around for this to happen to other families. I can’t. And Sir, I’m going to be in this fight, even if it’s not with the military.”
>Lancer looks over to Wave, who has settled into his seat.
>Wave then holds up a piece of paper.
>Your resignation letter.
>”Is this your signature?”
“…Yes, it is.”
>”Doesn’t look like your hoofwriting.”
>He rips the paper in half.
“Thank you, now-“
>Wave interrupts.
>”Baltimare was attacked a few days ago, reinforcements are en route.”
“That’s why everypony is so busy around here.”
>”No, everypony is busy here because we just received word of an attack in Vanhoover. Due to its position by the griffon border, the 41st and 43rd were posted there, aided by the 24th Garrison division. The 94th was posted nearby, and is currently moving to assist. You and I will be moving out for the front within the hour. Along the way we’ll stop by Cloudsdale to pick up the 12th Airborne.”
“Vanhoover’s under attack?
>”No, this is all just one large joke.”
>Wave’s humor is…
>”Now go get your equipment! We’ve left your room untouched. The 12th is currently without a CO, so you’ll be taking command in the meantime.”
“Yes Sir.”
>He stops you as you start to leave.
>”You haven’t been dismissed.”
“I’m sorry Sir.”
>”And Thunder? If you are in any way unfit for service, if your mental state makes a single pony lose their life… there won’t be a discharge, honorably or other… I’ll kill you myself. Dismissed.”
>From anypony else you wouldn’t have believed it.
There might be more tonight, if not it'll be saved for tomorrow.
is aussie flu like the normal flu, but like everything down under it can and will kill you given the opportunity?
Honestly I'm somewhat similar with sicknesses. Not sure if it's genetics and/or just a built up tolerance (I let my immune system do its job, and only take meds if it's a hospital tier problem), but the worst colds don't really do much to me.
thanks m8. So far it's looking like I'll be good most nights, maybe not every Friday though.
>You actually managed to get a couple hours of sleep in.
>A blast from the Prydwen’s main gun woke you up, but you’ve got enough rest to keep going a bit longer.
>After getting caught up, you were pleased to hear that progress has been slow but steady.
>Slow, but low casualties.
>And that’s what going to matter in the long run.
>In terms of this little Old Guard/Grenadier rivalry, the grenadiers are doing well.
>But there’s only a few of them compared to the Guard.
>The point is that the best of the best are pressing forward.
>You might have spent more time alongside the Guard…
>But after everything you’ve been through with these grenadiers, each and every one of them are heroes.
>They deserve more than any medal you could pin to their chests.
>As much as the Guard can influence a battle, without these men here, there wouldn’t be a battle to influence.
>You’ll have to make a special medal for these men.
>Not just the grenadiers.
>Everypony who was a first responder to a pit arising.
>The Shield of Equestira.
>That’s what you’ll call it.
>You thought of the name as you flew over to the command tower.
>But as you landed, you found Thorn and several messengers.
>However, Brairheart was also present.
>His slight scowl says a lot.
“What’s wrong?”
>”We’ve just received word that Vanhoover has had several pits.”
More tomorrow
>”There are three divisions posted there, with another close by.”
“What else do we know?”
>”Not much. Wave should be moving in to reinforce and take command.”
“How quickly could the Prydwen get there?”
>”Three or four days, but by then I’m not sure what difference it could make.”
“If it had to be any further from here it’d have to be in Appleoosa.”
>”Which is why I’d rather have her stay here. There are ample amounts of men to respond in Vanhoover, but if after the Prydwen goes there, what’s left to quickly respond to Mareami or even Canterlot.”
“Your right, we can’t overly emphasize one front when another could pop up anywhere.”
>”If we-“
“No, we’re relatively central south, Vanhoover is the far northwest. How’s the northeast?”
>”Manehattan has three divisions and three more in close proximity. In addition to any minotaurs that might be able to help.”
“No, no. If this is a test to draw forces from the south, how are we in the south?”
>”Fairly decent. Baltimare was something of an anomaly.”
“The west?”
“I want at least a division out by Appleoosa. And double the forces in Fort Expanse.”
>”We’ll see to it.”
>But then, we lose the areas between population centers…
>If tens of thousands pour out from wilderness, a couple nearby divisions wouldn’t be able to make a difference.
“And scouts should be doub- no, tripled. Each scouting team should also be equipped with enough ordinance to collapse several pits.”
>It’s the perfect strategy.
>As far as you know, they could pop up in any spot.
>These things are the perfect counter to Equestrian doctrine.
>You can only hope that whatever is in charge doesn’t understand strategy.
>But when has underestimating an enemy ever turned out well?
There should have been a:

>A good staging ground.

"The west?"
"I want..."
I get the feeling that, at the end, Flurry and all the ponies will be overwhelmed by enemies for a minute until Anon manages to defeat the ultimate evil in the last second which will make all the lizard things either die or run away.
Had a long night getting caught up with friends. Might be updates, but I won't promise anything.
How do you see Thunder's story lining up in the end? Because the only thing I've confirmed is that all of the major story arcs will all tie up in the end.
Gotta be honest, after being with Thunder's perspective for so long, the two generals come off like a couple of massive cunts. I understand there's a lot going on, and they've invested a lot in Thunder's tutelage, but jesus he just lost his whole family. And they already knew he was fucked up from the crystal back when he first came back. I was hoping for Thunder to fuck Lancer up.
To be fair, Lancer has a history of testing Thunder and Flurry by putting them to the breaking point. Wave is and always has been a pragmatist, and when their personal protege went awol, it would have seriously messed up any plans they had for a literal apocalypse scenario. With two major incidents within a week, and who knows how many could be coming tomorrow, and the military still barely at half it's historical 2nd coast war strength. When the soldier they've been grooming for command exhibits serious mental issues in such a dire circumstance, they have to look at the bigger picture. They are a military with a proper chain of command after all.

If Thunder were to snap and have his men recklessly advance, it could be the difference between a major city being saved or lost. The generals can't take a risk like that. High Command is good at their jobs and a close-knit group of old friends. But they're in uncharted territory with having to both run the nation and lead the military. Had Brairheart (as the better statesman who dealt with most of the civilian aspects of ruling) or Offense (as the one who properly attached to Thunder as a sort of younger brother or even son) been present, the scene would have played out much differently. Without the optimists to counter the pragmatists, and without Anon or even Flurry to balance them out, things occurred as they did. The ramifications of the scene will have lasting effects, but that will be seen in the coming acts.
(Ran out of room)

One last bit on Lancer and Wave. Lancer is an accomplished general, but always as a second in command. He was the highest ranked officer next to Anon because he was his oldest and most trusted friend, and because he would voice his caution but ultimately always go along with Anon's orders. Wave always has been the coldest of the generals. He would never shed a tear at the sacrifice of a thousand to save a million. Back in the coalition war, he had pegasi thoroughly entrench griffon occupied Cloudsdale and engage in brutal trench warfare to contain the griffon army from applying enemy air superiority to other fronts. He does have a kinder side, but he simply doesn't have the decades of trust with Thunder as he does with the other generals. In Wave's eyes, Thunder failed at his chance to become one of the next generation of military leaders. Because even when Thunder returned, he quickly snapped and fell back into raving when pushed.

I fully respect your opinion on the matter, and that's exactly the response I intended the scene to have. I can only offer the promise that those events won't be easily brushed aside and will heavily influence Thunders plot line moving forward.
One last thing. The issue is probably at that there are only three PoV characters. Had Lancer or Wave had their perspectives seen firsthand, it would have come off as less cunt-like.
Note the:
We don't know how long it took Thunder to come back to his senses, how long it took Wave and Lancer away from the war effort, or how Thunder looked outside of his own view.
This is why I love you Thing. These things are thought out and planned and fucking make sense narratively. I'd give you a fucking hug if I could

>How do you see Thunder's story lining up in the end?
He goes kamikaze and dives straight into one of the pits all the way down to where those things come from.
Im just waiting to find out what the crystal is. As soon as it talked, I started getting interstellar vibes. Like when he sends messages to his daughter
>After what you saw from the generals, you were shocked to find that your quarters look completely untouched.
>Approaching your desk, you even see a thin layer of dust.
>The quill you used to write your resignation letter is still there.
>Your inkwell is probably dry now.
>It was getting pretty low before you…
>You look to the framed picture on the desk.
>From your wedding day.
>You can’t bear to look at it.
>After you inhale deeply, you exhale slowly.
>Can’t let yourself break.
>Not again.
>Walking over to the corner where you discarded your gear, you see that it’s just as a disorganized mess as you left it.
>Reaching down you grasp your sheathed sword.
>You hold it in your hoof.
“Winter… I’ll stop this… or die trying.”
>You set the sword down to equip your armor.
>When all was said and done, you finished the promise.
“Because if I do, I’ll be with you again.”
>Moving to your bed, you pick up the helmet you wore in the war.
>You tossed it there when you headed to Saddle Arabia.
>Placing the metal cap over your head, you make for the door.
>But find yourself glancing back at the picture.
“I saw them. Every single stallion who has a wife and children at home. Every single wife who’s holding out hope for their soldier to come home. Every single child who dreams of their father to come back safely… They don’t deserve what I’ve gone through… what I’m going through.”
>You break your eye contact with her and look forward.
“I’ll end this.”
Put writing off a bit tonight, I'll try to get another update or two out.
I've put almost two years of my life into this. It better damn well be thought out. All i want is a hug... I've been single for over a year.
What is this? The Last Jedi?
I've had the final crystal scenes in mind since mid act 2. It'll be worth it. Honestly I haven't seen Interstellar. It's one of those movies that's always on the list to watch but I never got around to.
More tomorrow
>The meeting room was empty, but you quickly found Wave in the hallways.
>He simply nods for you to follow.
>You don’t have a job to do.
>You have a duty.
>And you won’t let anything get in the way of it, least of all today’s events.
>The general led you outside of the palace.
>In front of you was an air chariot.
>Wave’s only an earth pony after all.
>But in the sky…
>An airship, one of the older types.
>There are several holes in the hull.
>Wave then comments:
>”Not much to look at right now, but the crew are experienced.”
>That’s not a shock.
>With how large the air fleet was before the demilitarization, they would have had enough trained sailors to man two more ships like the Prydwen.
>And those things don’t have much in the way of cannons, so the outer hull isn’t that necessary.
>While Wave steps onto the chariot, you fly alongside it.
>Your wings are still fairly sore from previous injuries, but you won’t let discomfort get the better of you.
>If anything, less weight will only let the unicorns push the sip faster.
>Assuming it doesn’t fall apart under pressure…
>You’re far enough from your kill that the scent shouldn’t attract any predators.
>But you haven’t bathed for a long time, so your own smell might be an issue.
>And unless some of the bunnies around here have incredibly deep baritones, there are predators here.
>Manticores presumably, but that’d be an assumption you shouldn’t take.
>As you set your backpack and excess equipment down, you continue thinking.
>No fire.
>Even the slightest of light that could come off of it would be a beacon.
>Sitting against a tree, you make sure that many weapons are within a moment’s grasp.
>Still just dead silence.
>This is like your first night in the Everfree all over again…
>I've been single for over a year.

You have no idea...
My 10th year alone after my divorce

Feels good man
>What is this? The Last Jedi?
I don't know. I haven't watched a single Star Wars movie.
Updates will be coming tonight
before then it was about 20 years with only a brief fling.
she left you or you left her?
/tv/ was fun around it's release
>You dreamt of that first night.
>The day was long.
>Back then you still hadn’t reached your physical peak.
>Maybe how you were earlier this year, with two decades less of experience.
>The terrain was harsh.
>After only an hour, your sleeves were in tatters.
>When a pack of timber wolves found you, they made some of your oldest scars.
>As you sat around a campfire, it took hours to get all of the splinters out.
>Then when you finally were ready to rest, you couldn’t.
>You kept yourself up long enough to see a looming silhouette approaching.
>A manticore.
>A juvenile one, but still plenty deadly.
>You took some scratches.
>Dealt some blows.
>Then it stung you right as you swung the killing blow.
>Venom flooded through your veins.
>In retrospect more than normal.
>Probably because it died before it could stop the flow.
>You laid there next to its corpse for hours.
>Completely paralyzed, your veins almost bursting.
>You knew it was hours because you could see the moon moving across the sky.
>Eventually you lost consciousness.
>In the afternoon when you awoke, your veins were still burning.
>But you had some control of your body.
>The next time you got stung, it didn’t really compare- you were even able to stave off the paralysis long enough to win that fight.
>After years, you even started purposely letting manticores get a sting in.
>Because they expect it to fully incapacitate a target… and by that point you were barely slowed by it.
>Still hurt like hell… but you’ve had worse.
>By then you’ve been cut, stabbed, shot with arrows, poisoned, burnt, had bones broken, even almost drowned.
>But that night…
>Maybe that was the turning point.
More tonight
>Before it you survived off of decent skill, decent physicality, cleverness, and a whole lot of luck.
>After… sheer willpower.
>You spent the next few years honing yourself to its potential, then pushed further.
>Physically, you didn’t stop until you could wrestle a minotaur to the ground.
>Mentally, you focused on every last lesson you could remember from Earth and your experiences in Equestria.
>In terms of skill, you didn’t stop until you spar with three dozen Royal Guards.
>A dozen earth ponies, a dozen pegasi, and a dozen unicorns skilled at using telekinesis to control physical weapons.
>When the next war occurred, you had turned yourself from a lucky war hero into a force of nature.
>The only breaks you took were to deal with minor incursions.
>And to spend time with Flurry… your family.
>Soon after Twilight left.
>But the reason as to why you pushed so hard was because as you lied on the forest floor that night, all you could think of were her tiny little eyes.
>Looking down over you.
>Looking down over your grave.
>Shining trusted you.
>Enough to vouch for you after only a few minutes in Equestira.
>He saw something…
>Brought you into his family.
>And when he left, placed his faith in you too look after his daughter.
>You never properly realized the weight in that faith until you were dying on a forest floor, alone in the wilderness.
>Maybe that’s the only reason you lived.
>You then woke up.
>Just before the sunrise by judge of the darkness.
>Unsure if your dream was on your own, or if Harvey is trying to tell you something.
>Either way, there’s only one way forward.
What ever happened to Summer Soldier?
As stated way back in the prologue when he was first introduced, Anon never found out what happened to him after the yak invasion. Most likely he died in the snowstorms that he abandoned his men in. Or as an aristocrat as most of the pre-Anon reform officers were, he was quietly discharged and remained as 'missing' as he retired to some comfortable estate, far away from any cold weather.

I hope it was this was his ending.

More tomorrow.
Hey, maybe the Ministry of Interior Defense got him. Especially because his failures helped lead to Anon's rise through the ranks.
>The dawn of a new day.
>Now where are those reinforcements.
>You and the Guard fought through the night.
>Holding some areas, advancing in others.
>The beasts are getting more ferocious.
>And more crafty.
>One even managed to burrow into a pile of rubble… it didn’t move until the formation was hallway past it.
>As you look over the secured area in the light of day, you see many beast bodies.
>You have no idea what the block used to be.
>But too many of the Old Guard died to take it.
>Not even in the triple digits, but more than should be expected.
>A few dozen of the best lost in a night means that after enough nights…
>What’s going to be left to turn the tide?
>An officer yells up to you:
>”Area secure! Move up to the next?”
“No, they seem more docile in the day. Give the men some rest. But keep watches ready!”
>He nods before looking to the soldiers.
>”You heard her, get some sleep while you can. You three! Your men have first watch.”
>Honestly you could use some sleep too.
>Didn’t get any rest last night, and you were already running a long day yesterday.
>And you only got a couple ho-
>A pegasi yells from above.
“What is it?”
>”You might want to look for yourself.”
>As you gain altitude, you start to see the horizon beyond the cityscape.
>To the woods, legions of ponies are marching out from the tree line.
>Your reinforcements.
“Well it’s about time.”
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I left her to her drug habits after 5 years of trying to help her get clean.
Drugs are bad mmk?
Seriously. You hurt the people around you way worse than you think you do.

Love is great, women are great, but cute horse waifus are way better. because they can't hurt you
Pic related
Trixie has a penis.
if you don't love your waifus marecock, you don't deserve her
I've been watching WWII documentaries and things like The Pacific and Band of Brothers all week, reading With the Old Breed.

I need some colorful pastel ponies to lift my spirits. What episode should I watch Anons?
I count myself lucky I can go cold turkey whenever I like, i've seen what happens to people going through withdrawal, its just not pretty at all.
I think i would rather fight at Okinawa
Updates in an hour or two
Well shit, I don't blame you. Five years of trying is a lot more than I'd probably have in me. Hope life works out for you.
>Link related:
To the second part, yeah. Even with drinking or smoking it's hard to deal with if it isn't under control. More serious things would only turn up the intensity.
It's late, but A Friend in Deed. Mainly for the song.
Which side? Cause there's a helluva difference.
“Speiss voran, drauf un dran. Setzt auds Klosterdach den Roten Hahn. Speiss voran, drauf un dran. Setzt auds Klosterdach den Roten Hahn.”
>How’d that last one go?
“Gesshlagen ziehen wir nach Haus. Heia ho ho. Unsre Ekel fechten’s besser aus. Heia ho ho.”
>You think.
“Speiss voran, drauf un dran. Setzt auds Klosterdach den Roten Hahn. Speiss voran, drauf un dran. Setzt auds Klosterdach den Roten Hahn.”
>Yeah that was it.
>Close enough.
>You continue to move through the forest.
>Something else.
>Nothing German.
>Nothing military even.
>What do you have?
>How about…
“There ain’t no grave can hold my body down. There ain’t no grave can hold my body down.”
>That’ll work.
“When I hear that trumpet sound, I’m gonna rise right outta that ground. Ain’t not grave can hold my body down.”
>Yeah, that’ll work just fine.
“Well look way down the river, and what do you thing I see? I see a band of angels and they’re comin’ after me. Ain’t not grave can hold my body down. There ain’t not grave can hold my body down.”
>Just fine.
>One step at a time.
>If anything want to try you, then they can go ahead.
More tomorrow, worked on a scene that still needs other PoV bits before it.
>You set down once you find General Arrow.
>”Ma’am, sorry we’re late. As we approached the city, there were several skirmishes.”
“That doesn’t matter now. See that tower?”
>You point over to the building where Thorn had set up.
“There’s command. I’ve consolidated forces here and started from scratch. All the pits are dealt with, so you’re men will be taking part to systematically clear every building and block. Take whatever runners with you. “
>”Yes Ma’am.”
“And anything you reach before the lines should be treated as enemy territory. These things are crafty.”
>”I understand.”
“No, you don’t. Not in a proper battle and not in an urban setting. Each one of them is like two minotaurs, but they won’t face you openly. They’ll lurk in the ruins, burrow in rubble. Attack en mass at the slightest sign of a weak front.”
>”I under- noted.”
“And don’t think that’s all they’ll do. Every officer, every squad leader, every soldier needs to know that when you think you understand their tactics, they’ll still find a way to surprise.”
>”Everypony has been briefed on-“
>You place a hoof on his shoulder.
“Most of these men have been through a lot. You’ve been through a lot. But this is an entirely new enemy we’re facing. Every doctrine and strategy we have might be the right way to respond, or the absolutely worst decision.”
>”Ma’am, these men are ready.”
“Just… make sure that frontline groups are rotated to have some rest.”
Sexy bump
>You decided to take a short rest.
>After eating and performing… other necessities, you found yourself sitting against a tree.
>Sharpening your sword with a small whetstone you brought.
>The weapon has served you through countless battles.
>Maintaining it is less of a chore, and more of a show of respect.
>No other weapon feels as natural in your hands.
>It’s not a just a tool, or even an extension of your body.
>It’s a continuation of your soul.
>You’re naked without it.
>The weight, grip, and balance of the sword are ingrained into your memory.
>Which is why you never chose a newer or more ornate weapon to have at your side.
>When you made general, Celestia offered you a blade that was entirely made of gold and gems other than the blade.
>You told her to melt it down to pay for a few platoons.
>Maybe that’s when the nobility really started to dislike you.
>You did ruin most of the pomp and circumstance of the evening.
>Dragging the stone across your blade one last time, you test the edge with your finger.
>Sharp enough.
>After tossing the whetstone back into your bag, you stand.
>You take a few swings and jabs with the sword in one fluid movement.
>Then toss the grip between hands, ending in your left.
>Those swings are notably more sluggish due to injuries, but the feel of the blade is still intact.
>You then test the sword with both hands, first with your off hand dominant, then with your main hand leading.
>You might not be as strong or as able bodied as you were, but you still have your experience.
>So you sheathe the sword, toss your pack over your shoulders, and kick some dirt into the fire you had going.
>Earlier today, you noticed that the sounds of local animals returned.
>This place is actually rather serene.
>You do note that it’s been getting cooler.
>It’s the precipice of autumn.
>Then you can only imagine the winters over here.
>But you’ll pass that bridge when you come to it.
>If your path swings far enough south, it might not be a problem.
>Current trajectory or north?
>Then there’ll be problems.
>You’ve already gone fairly south on the boat, but the swamp may have ended up taking you north.
>Hard to gauge, but you think it’s been fairly straight east.
>So you’re roughl-
>You stop in your tracks to observe the-
>A manticore drops onto the ground, several meters in front of you.
>But it’s far from any manticore you’ve encountered before.
>Female judging by the lack of mane.
>Twenty to thirty percent bigger.
>And the body looks far closer to an Earth lion.
>Slender, and longer than ones from the Everfree.
>It’s wings are larger, and the tips are sharper.
>The tail looks slightly longer, and the scorpion like exoskeleton has a few hairs coming from it.
>You hear two impacts onto the ground.
>One from your four, the other at seven o’clock.
>Manticores don’t hunt in packs.
>You’ve seen mating pairs hunt, but never a pride.
>Tossing your backpack to the ground, you then grab at the shotgun.
>Cocking a barrel as you bring it to bear on the first manticore, you shoulder it and shoot.
>You see the impact into its head.
>Then cock the other barrel and aim at the four o’clock target.
>The beast staggers, the shot maybe hitting the lower left of its torso.
>Tossing the four bore to the ground, you then draw your sword as you twist on your heel to face the one to your rear.
>Before you can properly face it, a deep piercing jab goes into your right shoulder.
>You have to act quickly before the venom starts to affect you.
>Half a minute until it’s height.
>The stinger is still stabbing in.
>You swing backwards, aiming high.
>The blade cleaves through the female’s tail.
>As your stance centers to face her, you feel the stinger fall out of our flesh.
>Swinging back, you slash into the mouth of the beast.
>The blade catches the cheeks on each side of the mouth, widening its lips.
>At the apex of your swing, you reverse the grip of your sword, grasping it backhanded.
>Then jab it deep into the maticore’s torso.
>While you pull your sword from the beast, you then feel another jab into your unarmored back.
>The venom is quick, you can already feel the boiling sensation spread through your veins and arteries.
>No paralysis yet.
>The stinger is pulled out as you turn to face the enemy.
>It was the second manticore, it must have been a grazing shot.
>Or it’s more resilient that you would expect.
>Either way, it claws your breastplate.
>The force of the strike would have been able to reach your spine easily.
>Instead it pushed you back and onto the ground.
>Still no paralysis.
>But instead, you can feel your veins almost bursting.
>Every inch of your body is burning from the inside out.
>And it’s much more intense than any mantiocre venom you’ve felt.
>Your muscles are shaking in the affected areas.
>As the manticore approaches.
>Front paws over your shoulders, an open jaw ready to bite down on your neck.
>Though seizing, your hand is still grasping your sword.
>You hack into the creatures neck.
>It reels slightly, but only moves to strike quicker.
>You hack again.
>And that sends it to your left.
>Enough to have a clear blow.
>You reach as far back as you can, and thrust the tip of your sword into the manticore’s lower jaw.
>Its open mouth allows you to see the blade pass from lower jaw, into its head.
>You pushed as hard as you could.
>The blade didn’t fully penetrate the upper skull, but the beast still went limp.
>Barely, you were able to push the body away from you enough to make sure it didn’t crush you.
>As you laid there, the part of your blade that didn’t pierce the manticore ended up clanging against your breastplate.
>The pommel was just about at your right shoulder.
>Venom… this venom.
More tomorrow
>You’re not even paralyzed.
>Your shaking, but not stopped from movement.
>The pain is… well only three things compare.
>Your first encounter where the dead manticore overflowed you with venom.
>Being burnt by dragon fire.
>The last… when you faced Cadence.
>She dropped you thirty feet, then impaled you.
>The doctors said that your back’s armor indented and bruised your spine.
>Which is why you didn’t bring the back half of your chest piece here.
>If you had, then the manticore wouldn’t have been able to-
>That’s done.
>But with Cadence…
>Then when you removed it all, leaving her open to jab you with her horn, that also damaged the spine.
>In addition to the general puncture wounds, a doctor said you were lucky to even walk again.
>But as you laid there, trying to stand again…
>You were ready to kill her.
>If the spinal trauma hadn’t incapacitated you, you would have.
>In terms of manticore venom…
>It’s different.
>You don’t feel any focus on paralysis.
>Only pain…
>Maybe virtually instant death was the focus.
>Or they developed to cripple solely through pain.
>Maybe your experience with manticore venom is keeping you alive.
>If it isn’t Harvey doing something in there.
>Either way, you were able to collect your things.
>Reload your shotgun.
>And continue on your way.
>If at a much slower pace.
Sure would be nice if Discord stashed a tank over there somewhere, a nice little panzer or something...
It's actually a dinky little Renault FT
Also I'm still sitting on the Ponies und Panzer concept.

Anon's in Equestira and introduced Sensha-do for shits and giggles. It took off, and most big cities now have a team.
Canterlot is German focused
The Crystal Empire- France
Appleoosa- America
Trottingham- Britain.
Manehattan- Italy
Vanhoover- Canada
Our Town- Soviets
The griffons got in and are Japanese themed
Even the Changelings have a Hungarian theme.

Twilight has become the team captain of the Canterlot team, and has gone eight tournaments undefeated, believing that she's perfected the art with heavily intricate structure. Anon get's tired of hearing it, so he reigns as head of the sport and starts a Ponyville team as coach/sponsor (not an actual competator)
He's able to scrap together a SU-85, Polish 7TP, Panzer 3 (Mane 6 minus twi), and a Sd.Kfz 234/2 armored car (operated by the CMC and Tiara).

Can the motley team thrown together and with only a few weeks of training before the qualifying round? Will Anon get the smug satisfaction of having his team beat the undefeated champions?

Other cast members would be Starlight and Trixie as the captain and vice-captain for Our Town. Shining Armor as the Crystal Empire's captain. Braeburn leading the Appleoosa team. Gilda heading up the Griffons.

Also butthurt pegasi (Especially Rainbow at the start) and griffons upset over the WW2 aircraft version never getting as much attention.
Sorry, this is it. Got an early day tomorrow
>You got maybe ten paces.
>No, ten minutes.
>The venom only feels like it’s getting more intense.
>And it’s been getting darker.
>Your right knee convulses, sending you down.
>You fall on your left knee, grasping at the right.
>Massaging the kneecap, you sit there in pain for a good while.
>Eventually you close your eyes and fall onto your back.
>Your backpack makes it uncomfortable, but that’s overshadowed.
>Reaching your right hand to your wounded arm, you grasp tightly and squeeze.
>Focus on the pain you’re in charge of.
>Your heartbeat is virtually audible.
>If you didn’t have armor on, it might just be popping out of your chest.
>A drop of water hits your forehead.
>If this is a drooling manticore…
>No, it isn’t.
>The sky is covered in dark grey clouds.
>A drop of rain hits your eye.
>You hear a rumble of thunder.
>Pretty far off.
>But only going to get worse.
>So you can sit here in the pain, rain and mud.
>Keep limping through the pain, rain and mud.
>Or find a nice thick tree to sit under.
>That sounds…
I would nut myself if you write this...
Need to watch the anime after reading your manga.
Writing now, updates soon
(Also, shit. We're in the final stretch of the act.)
Once this is over, it's either that, one offs/prequels in HoW, or taking a break from writing until a new prompt catches my fancy.
Whatever you do, watch the sub. The english dub is just awful.
I will be so sad when this story ends. It'll be like the ending of the Truman Show when all the viewers cheer and clap, and then just change the channel and move on. I want these characters to keep marching on into the horizon forever.
There's still at least 6 acts and an epilogue to deal with just in the main story alone. This started just as a one off. Then it became a prologue and a 2 act story with a planned epilogue. Then a 3 act, a 5 act, a 10 act, and an indefinitely long story.

I've still got however many Anon story arcs in the East, three major Flurry arcs, a substantial Thunder arc, and that's setting aside the arcs that tie it all together. I've given a total estimation of 24-25 arcs +pro/epilogues. But hell man, when have my estimates ever been accurate? The story will come to a definite end, and I've had it in mind for well over a year now. But I still need to make sure that everything between now and then is fleshed out, works well, and is worthy in the end.

If it takes 5 acts, it takes 5. If it takes 10, it takes 10. Either way, the story still has at least till fall to come to a conclusion. And when it finally does reach the climax, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
>Your room aboard the ship was mostly open to air.
>You could probably squeeze through the hull that’s missing.
>Maybe it was purposeful.
>This is most likely the biggest hole in the ship.
>Between the altitude and wind, your room is fairly uncomfortable.
>As you’ve had some time alone to think, it’s been…
>You don’t know.
>Maybe Wave and Lancer had a point…
>At the start of this year, you were a frontline grunt.
>A squad leader, but still… you were expendable.
>When you went back west with the Field Marshal, he saw something in you.
>Something that was enough to fast track you into becoming an officer.
>And not just an officer.
>You headed up the Old Guard.
>Pretty much every other pony in it had seen far more combat than you have.
>You fought in one war, most of them had seen two or three.
>Some have seen even more.
>If none of the Tartarus things have occurred…
>High Command offered you into the fold.
>And from their perspective, you quit.
>But they didn’t go through what you did.
>None of them have even felt a quarter of the pain you’ve been through.
>And you can say that with ease.
>You saw them… and what baggage they hold.
>Offense is constantly looking back at the men who died under his command.
>He leads from the front to stop more people from losing their life from his orders.
>Brairheart just wants peace.
>But time after time, he’s thrust into another war.
>He just wants his efforts to stop all this conflict.
>He’s cold.
>He’s accepted that more ponies have died under his command than any other general in history of Equestira.
>High Commanders notwithstanding.
>There’s a lot of blood on his hooves.
>And he accepts it.
>He had to train himself to fight the nightmares he’s plagued with every night.
>Almost every time he closes his eyes, he has to open them and cut off the dream.
>In his own way, he’s compartmentalized it by looking at the big picture.
>He just wants to help as many as possible.
>But he’s not used to being the pony in charge.
>And he doesn’t like that job.
>He wishes that somepony else would make the decisions.
>But this is the job he’s been given by his superior, and he’ll do it.
>However, for all you’ve seen…
>You can slightly understand what happened.
>But you can’t forgive it.
>All of them have their families.
>None of them have lost them.
>As much as they say they want to save families, they’ve never lost their own.
>Hundreds of thousands of ponies have had to.
>You’ve had to.
>Twice over now.
>First your father, now your wife.
>Virtually half of Equestria has lost a close friend or immediate family member over the past thirty years.
>And they don’t know what’s that actually like.
>The Princess has to some extent, but she’s still an idealist.
>She doesn’t know what it will really take to end this.
>You d-
>You hear voices yelling out and hooves pounding on the ceiling to your roof.
>Poking your head out of the hole in your wall, you can get a good view forward.
>Cloudsdale is on the horizon.
>You were able to walk on the streets of the city without Wave’s presence.
>As an earth pony he’d just fall through the clouds.
>So you’ve been able to move on your own.
>Due to the nature of the city and the industry of the locals, you can’t see any hold overs from the griffon occupation.
>Cloudsdale looks just as intact as ever.
>Eventually you reached the area of the city that was built to house and train soldiers.
>Approaching the base, an entourage of armored pegasi flew down to meet you.
>Their leader, a pony with a dark grey coat and dark indigo, almost black mane spoke to you.
>He salutes.
>”Captain Stormy Night reporting, Major. I’m acting CO of the 12th Airborne.”
>You return the salute.
“Are you up to speed?”
>”Vanhoover is under attack. A decent amount of soldiers present but with precious little to defend themselves with. Most fortifications were built to defend against an enemy from the skies, not from under the ground.”
“It’s a decent flight from here, are your men up to it in one go?”
>”Ab-so-lutely, Major!”
“And what do you expect in the coming battle?”
>You see countless pegasi taking off in formation in the distance.
>”Permission to speak freely?”
>You nod.
>”I should think that would be obvious to you right now Major. We are going to defend Equestira, at all costs.”
>You place a hoof on his shoulder and pull his face closer.
>Stormy Night…
>He lost three brothers, two uncles, and five cousins to the wars.
“Don’t say that unless you truly mean it.”
>”I do, Sir.”
“Then don’t… forget it. Prove it. Prove it to me. Prove it to Equestria.”
More tomorrow.

But I have a question for you readers.
Of the regulars, who do you think is most deserving of a PoV role in the story?
They're all equally deserving for what each are going/have gone through.
The story could always use more Tiara, maybe her or her second in command could get a couple paragraphs. Or you could really throw us off and toss in one of the mane 6, though I don't see where you could go with them. It would be kinda interesting to see how the loss of their friendship magic has affected them.
Tiara deserves a POV one off.
>Equestira is in hood hooves.
>hood hooves

Mah zigga
I'd love to know what the good Admiral is up to
Updates in an hour or two
Fuck me, I can't be bothered to fix it tonight.
For some reason it reminds me of the /k/ greentext where gang bangers employ 17th century tactics.
My bad, I meant if anyone else was to get a PoV bit in the main story who would it be.
Yeah, that's what I expected. Maybe Call or the Mushir.
Or a Harvey PoV for fun
The Mane 6 haven't been forgotten, I'll say that.
More tomorrow, I need to think a bit on what I want to end the act now that we're a few posts a way. Got a scene I'm not sure would work better as the end of this or the start of the next
>The reinforcements…
>They were able to sweep over immense swaths of the city in under a day.
>With the veterans leading the way, casualties have been minimal.
>Reports from the outskirts are also promising.
>After leading for a while, you retired back to the command tower.
>General Arrow is still down there somewhere.
>But Brairheart and Thorn were present.
“Alright ponies, where are we?”
>Thorn is the one to respond:
>”We’ve managed to secure thirty percent of the city. If pace keeps up we’ll have cleared it all by midday tomorrow.”
“Excellent. Admiral, how do you view our progress?”
>”The Colonel is right. Baltimare is virtually back under control.”
“Any more news from Canterlot?”
>”Not yet.”
>You don’t like being out of the loop while Vanhoover is under attack.
“Nothing noteworthy at all?”
>With wave heading out to Vanhoover and Offense still down in the Badlands, that leaves nopony else ready to move out.
“Get a chariot ready. We need somepony to respond quickly if a third front opens. I’m leaving you in command here.”
>”Are you sure?”
“Somepony needs to stay in Canterlot. I’ll be able to deal with any new attack, even without your favorite toy in the sky.”
>”It’s a ship.”
“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
>Really though, a chariot ride means you get to sleep.
That sounds like a plan. His pov during the two invasions would be interesting.
So does Thunder still have the magic touch? Can he see everyone's thoughts and history like before, or is he going off memory?
Call could use one. Having interaction with both Flurry and Thunder during major plot points could show great insight.
>Our shit got kicked in today.
>Still getting kicked.
>Maybe this time we won't-
His link with the crystal is broken, however on an unconscious level he can recall insights from when he was in contact. Somewhat like a PTSD flashback.
I doubt I'd be able to work it in, but an act that strictly follows a counterpart to the three PoVs as they accompany them would be interesting.
Actually now that I've been thinking about it, that could work. Not for the act we're just about to start, but maybe the one after it.
>It’s still raining.
>When you woke up, your tarp draped over your head and shoulders, the rain is still coming down heavily.
>The venom in your body is still pretty bad.
>But you think the worst is behind you.
>Still, it’s bee-
>The hair on your arms and the back of your neck stand up as lightning strikes the ground sixty or so feet in front of you.
>And your ears start ringing from the thunder.
>Well at least you’ve been in worse conditions.
>Frozen northern mountains.
>Burning southern deserts.
>You can-
>Another strike of lightning impacts in the same point.
“That’s not how lightning works!”
>A third and fourth strike hits in quick succession.
>In the exact same point.
>Either the rules of nature don’t apply here, or the world’s just out to spite you.
>Probably both.
>A fifth strikes.
>You watch as foxes and rabbits start running further into the forest.
>Rain’s still coming down, and it’s pretty dark, but you can make it out clearl-
>A squirrel rushes down the tree you’re leaning against, using your head as a point to jump onto the ground.
>Great, all the fauna is running away.
>Away from what.
>Forcing yourself to stand, you keep the tarp over your body.
>Water’s starting to rise over the grass to your six.
>Coming from the mountains.
>And it’s flowing further towards you.
>It’s a flood…
>And if the squirrels are running, that means trees might not be above the final waterline.
>Son of a bitch.
>Alright, time to pack your bag and rush into the forest as quickly as you can.
>Captain Night wasn’t boasting.
>The men made excellent time.
>You were quickly able to overtake the airship Wave was on.
>Maybe if it was fully completed, they would have beaten you.
>Eventually you ordered them to stop.
>The men need some rest.
>You have them one hour.
>Some tried to catch naps.
>Others simply ate a bit and rested their wings.
>You remained on watch, overlooking them from a hill.
>Alone out there, you were able to relax.
>Relax and think.
>This is a beautiful scene, without the army that is.
>While the connection you had with the living flora and fauna of the world is gone, you still feel a respect for it.
>You respect its… simplicity.
>But the things you’re fighting don’t respect the natural order of things outside of their cavern homes.
>They simply devour everything and everything, even their own kind.
>Something is using them as a weapon.
>Aiming their brutality towards one goal- the utter extermination of all civilization.
>You wish you could see what was behind this.
>Even if you know something greater is at play, you can’t recall what it actually is.
>When you try to remember what you could feel through the crystals, you can’t.
>It only pops up occasionally when you don’t focus on it.
>Thankfully, you do know something.
>The creatures won’t stop.
>Not until the head is cut off of the snake.
>Their spawning pools deep in Tartarus are immense.
>Given time, they can and will outbreed anything that Equestira can throw at it.
>Either their unifying force is taken out, or their breeding grounds are.
>Take out an unknown but incredibly powerful force, or trek through the deepest reaches of Tartarus.
>Through countless horrors aside from the… Fipplenops?
>Why does that word come to mind?
>You shake your head and focus.
>The sheer amount of ordinance necessary to even make a dent in their capacity would be enormous.
>Virtually unimaginable.
>The only way this ends is if the leader or leadership is taken out.
>Or the entirety of Equestria’s production of gunpowder is stored for three years to blow up their breeding grounds.
>Where is it?
>The head of the snake…
>It’s the only way.
>Your attention shifts to Night, who is setting down alongside you.
“Yes Captain?”
>”We’re approaching an hour.”
“You’re punctual.”
>”If I was punctual, I’d be speaking to you in five minutes. I’ve been speaking to the men. Many of them wanted to get flying again the second we set down.”
“I take it you’re one of them?”
>”Before this hour, maybe. After it definitely… This is our home, and we’re facing the greatest threat it’s ever faced by far. I speak for them when I say that we will sacrifice everything we have to keep Equestira safe.”
>You can see in the field below that the men are getting back up.
>Thousands of ponies forming ranks, ready to take off.
“Then let’s go defend it.”
>You stretch your wings and move over the center of the division.
More tomorrow
“Troops! Soldiers! Men! You might not know me personally, and I don’t know most of you personally. Just as you might not know many outside of your squad. But we’re all here for one purpose and one purpose only! To offer our lives to protect Equestria.”
>By know everypony is at attention.
“We’re not protecting a nation… we’re not protecting a city. We are here to protect our families. Our friends. Our people. There will be casualties, I won’t lie to you. The battle ahead of us is just one of many to come… If we die, if I die, then that’s only one step. Because if we fail in this struggle, then everything we know and love will be devoured. The enemy will show no mercy to civilians, not even the children. If we fail, then Equestira is dead. Not the nation… but the ideal. If we don’t end this battle and this war, then the world as we know it is gone.”
>You need to find the words…
“We have the opportunity to stop that from happening. And I know that I’ll fight and if need be die to stop it. I won’t tell you that it will be easy, because it won’t. What I will promise you is that I will not send you to die needlessly. I will be with you on the frontlines. And I don’t want you to fight for me. Don’t fight for anything other than the ponies you have back home. Parents, siblings, children. When you see these things up close, you’ll understand.”
>You lose yourself for a moment.
“No matter what you’ve seen before, you’re about to look into the face of pure ravenous evil… But we will NOT falter. We will fight this battle. And the next. And the next. Until there’s no more left. Whether that last battle is our victory or defeat is up to you.”
Got the flu then bronchitis. All good now.
Definitely Tiara.
>Reckless puts her hooves to the ground, but leaves her sword in her sheathe.
>"Do it!"
>Undoing the belt it drops to the ground.
>Dust kicks up where it lands on the ground.
>She glances over to Equity.
>His face is blank and empty as he keeps Moody's face buried in the sand.
>"What did you do to Officer Equity?"
>"They teach you many things in the MID. Just because I'm a pegasus doesn't mean I can't use magic."
"What did you do to Equity?"
>"A little play of words can make those 'watched' do some crazy things."
>Reckless stamps her hoof.
>"Explain Star Kicker!"
>"I don't have to explain dunkcus! You are in no position to bargain!"
>"Bargain? So you want something."
>He shifts backwards putting his back against the wall.
>"I want a lot of things. Mostly I want all of you to drop dead!"
"Tough teats, I don't plan on dying anytime soon."
>Hearing the commotion, Officer Cloudy comes back inside.
>"What the hay is going-"
>Equity quickly uses his magic to force Cloudy to the ground.
>"Equity? What the buck are you doing?! Let me go!"
>His stare is unremorseful as he continues to put pressure down on the Officer.
>How can he be so cold?
>Remembering Equities files, you learned him and Cloudy were inseparable.
>Growing up, enrolling through the police academy, even through the draft they managed to stick together.
>Why is he acting so-
>Looking closely you see Equity's eyes seem empty.
>Like his pupils just disappeared.
>"That's enough!"
>Equity's horn stops completely giving Cloudy a chance to stand.
>"No. Wait! Restr-"
>Slamming your knee into his kidneys, he buckles over and you escape his grasp.
>Before doing so though, his grip on your knife tightens from his pain and he cuts into your neck and drags the blade down to your shoulder as he falls.
>You quickly put a hoof over the wound to stop the bleeding.
>It's just superficial thankfully.
>Cloudy quickly rushes Equity and knocks him into the wall freeing Moody.
>He hacks up some dirt and stands up.
>"About damn time."
>Cloudy brings a hoof up ready to smack the lights that are already off in Equity's head.
>"NO DON'T!"
>Cloudy stops just in time stopping his hoof inches before Equity's muzzle.
>"He's under some sort of spell, he can't control himself!"
>As you escaped Star, Reckless quickly tackled him to the floor.
>Wrestling the knife out of his hoof, she pins him to the ground with her own knife planted under his chin.
>"You alright Corporal?"
"Just a scratch. Give me a minute to clean up and I'll be good."
>Turning back to Star, she puts her face close to his so she can look right in his eyes.
>"Give me one good reason not to slit your throat!"
>He struggles for a second then gives up accepting his fate.
>"Just kill me and be done with it."
>He stifles a sniffle.
>"Better now than when we get back to the Capitol. I know what waits me. A rope with a hundred cheering ponies."
>Reckless pulls the knife away from his chin.
>"Just DO IT! You don't need me. The mesa is there. Go. Don't force me to go back to that place."
>Tears begin to stream down his face.
>"Don't make me go back. Please."
>Reckless shifts her tone.
>Curiously to a more caring tune.
>"What are you afraid of?"
>She gets up freeing him.
>Instead of fighting, Star brings his hooves to cover his eyes and he crumples into the fetal position.
>He lies there, crying softly in the dirt and sand.
>"We did terrible, unspeakable things."
>He brings a hoof to his forehead.
>"That pool. That damned pool made him change."
"Who changed?"
>"Sky Star. Everything changed when he-Oh Celestia we left Tango with him. It was too late though. We couldn't turn back. He didn't want to come anyways! It's not my fault! That damned pool. It's just that-"
>Cloudy steps forward sword in hoof.
>Star is still mumbling about that pool.
>"What do you think you are doing Officer?"
>"A necessity."
>Reckless puts a hoof up stopping him.
>Aggravated he sheathe's his sword.
>Through gritted teeth he stands down.
>"I don't know if you're insane or not. He'll try something again if we don't end this."
>With a sly grin she turns to Cloudy.
>"I'm not insane, just reckless."
>She casually walks towards Star and kneels down next to him.
>"Star, you will get a fair trial. Things seem bad now, but if you help us, your fate won't be at the end of a rope."
>He looks up, tears still streaming down his face, to be greeted by her warm smile and a hoof extending to help him up.
>"After all I've done, you still trust me?"
>"Nope, not in the slightest."
>His eyes are dashed from all hope.
>"But help us now, it will make our job of recovering these research files much easier. Might even reduce your sentence a bit."
>"You can't be serious!"
>Cloudy shoves Reckless aside.
>"He has lied to us, manipulated Equity into attacking ME and Moody, he even tried to kill Elder! Yet here you are giving him another chance! Mare, you aren't reckless, you are bucking stupid is what you are!"
>Reckless stands to face Cloudy.
>He has rage in his eyes.
>You can see it.
>He doesn't really care about any of our well being.
>He just wants revenge.
>"Any pony here have any objections to my way of running things?"
"No Ma'am."
>Cloudy is in disbelief.
>"Elder, you of all ponies should be going off the rails! Look at your neck!"
>He points to the wound you got covered up.
"This thing? Just a scar I got while shaving, accident's happen."
>"What about you Moody! Star manipulated Equity to stomp your face into the dirt! You have no objections to just letting him off Scott-free?!"
>"Equity just slipped on a bar of soap, fell right on top of me. Strangest thing to happen."
>Cloudy stamps his hooves.
>"I refuse to let this pony go without getting some sort of punishment! This is treason!"
>Reckless takes Cloudy and shoves him to the ground.
>"Nopony ever said anything of him getting off unpunished, that will come later."
>With a huff he doesn't meet her stare.
>"We are soldiers, you are a police officer. Not the judge, not the jury, and damn well not the executioner! Whatever fate awaits him, it will be given through a fair trial. Not by some headstrong stallion wanting a wasteland execution! We do that we are no better than they are!"
>Her tone goes back to caring.
>"My ways may be a little unorthodox, but they do get results. You may not like it, but that's the way it will be. Understand?"
>Reckless extends her hoof to help Cloudy up.
>He hesitates, but then meets her stare with an understanding nod.
>"Yes Ma'am."
>Cloudy takes her hoof and gets to his hooves.
>"But first-"
>She takes Star and drags him to Equity.
>Moody is helping keeping Equity standing against the wall.
>He spits some dirt out of his mouth again.
>It may or may not have accidentally landed on Star's face.
>"Good to see you weren't hurt."
>"It'll take a lot more than this lightweight to do some damage to me."
>"Good to know. Now you!"
>She brings Star up to be face to face with Equity.
>"Free him from whatever trance you put him in."
>Star simply nods and puts a hoof at the base of Equity's horn.
>Moving it up to the tip, he lightly taps it.
>The glossiness fogging his eyes dissipates immediately.
>Then Equity begins to scream.
Glad to hear you're doing better.
>You moved through the woods as quick as your knees could take you.
>But steadily, the water level kept rising.
>The water is halfway up to your knees now.
>Sloshing through the oncoming flood, you have to stop dead in your tracks.
>You barely kept your footing.
>Lightning strikes give you a clear view of what’s ahead.
>A canyon, at least a hundred feet across.
>Peaking down as water rushes past your legs, you see that it’s… deep.
>The cliffs are virtually ninety degree falls.
>A small river runs through at the bottom.
>But it’s too far away for you to jump, that’s assuming it’s deep enough to break your fall.
>The sheer distance to the bottom would most likely be fatal though.
>And then you’re stuck at the bottom of a flooding canyon.
>The water level is still rising.
>Much more time spent here, and the current will be able to throw you over.
>When another bolt of lightning illuminates your surroundings, you can see that periodically there are stone arches connecting the sides of the canyon.
>If you weren’t in the path of a flood right now, you might take the time to appreciate the aesthetics of the natural formations.
>Turning right, you start to move to the closest one.
>After crossing over, you tossed off your backpack and sat against the nearest tree.
>Exhausted from the hustle, you sat in the rain and mud to watch the water flow down into the canyon.
>At its peak, the waterline reached halfway up the trunks of the oldest trees on the other side.
>Younger ones were completely submerged, and some saplings were just swept away.
>Eventually, the rain slowed to a stop and the clouds broke.
>You got up to see how far the canyon ended up filling.
>The water filled about three quarters of it.
>Resigned to rest for a good while, you removed some of the excess weapons you had on your person.
>Keeping all of them within reach, of course.
>As you sat there, drenched in rain and covered in mud, you couldn’t help but admire the scenery.
>Rays of sunlight peeing through onto the ground below.
>A canyon straight out of a high fantasy from home.
>How serene the forest seems to be so soon after a flood.
>The woodland critters are actually making their way back over the arches.
>Nice place to retire.
>If it didn’t try to kill you so often.
>Sitting there, your elbows resting on your knees, you-
>A manticore descends from above.
>It’s hovering steadily in front of you, just before the edge of the canyon.
>Your eyes lock and both of you remain still, aside from the flapping if it’s wings.
>It moves slightly to the left, then back to the right.
>Looking for an attack.
>You slowly lower your right hand down to retrieve the throwing knife in your right boot.
>Drawing it, you spin the blade in your hand and get ready to throw as you move your elbow back up to rest on the knee.
>Wait for it.
>You line your focus onto it’s right wing.
>Pull back, and throw.
>The blade falls short, tumbling down into the canyon.
>You missed…
>As the manticore charges forward, you lung to your right.
>Grasping at the shotgun you placed there, you cock a barrel.
>Laying on your side, you take aim and fire just before it got into range.
>As the beast crashes next to you, you can’t help but think someone out there is really just out to get you.
>Maybe now you can get som-
>No, don’t tempt it.
>Is that?
>Too late.
>You can see manticore outlines in the distance, coming over the canyon.
>A dozen of them.
“Well Harv, that’s just great. They’ve discovered formation flying.”
>No response.
“At least I really know you’re out right now… you’d be playing Ride of the Valkyries right now.”
>While the manticores continue flying over the canyon, you stand up.
>Need to get to a position they don’t have air superiority.
>You sling the shotgun over your shoulder.
>On you, you have your sword, dagger, and the knife in your left boot.
>Not enough time to bring everything.
>Reaching down, you pull the kukri from its sheathe and start moving into the forest.
>You rush through the forest, towards heavier tree cover.
>Two manticores were waiting for you.
>Swinging the kukri into the bark of the closest tree, you unsling the shotgun and cock the unfired barrel.
>You hustle forward, aiming at the rightmost target.
>After firing, you then move in to the second.
>When there’s only ten feet between you, you toss the empty shotgun into the manticore’s face.
>It manages to confuse the beast enough for one opening.
>Drawing your sword, you plunge it into the center of its neck.
>To your six, more of them are running through the trees.
>Pulling your sword out of the dead creature, you slide it back into the sheathe.
>Then pick up the four bore.
>Unlatching it, you reach into your pocket to pull out a fresh pair of shells.
>After this you only have two more on you.
>With at least twelve more enemies.
>Firing at the closest, it drops.
>One more kill.
>With the lead manticores dead, the remainder scatter and fan out.
>As they move weave through the trees, they’re aiming to surround you.
>You reload the final shells into the weapon.
>There’s no way you’ll be able to outrun them.
>And you’re moving on adrenaline alone.
>You move back to the tree and remove the kukri.
>With it in your left hand, and the shotgun in the other, you make either an incredibly smart decision or an incredibly stupid one.
>You’re going on the offensive.
>Not going to let yourself get surrounded.
>You’re the hunter here.
>You cock a barrel.
>Moving out, you start tracking through the trees.
>Go left and circle around.
>Your grip on the four bore is awkward trying to hold the barrel and kukri, but you only have two shots left.
>Rounding the next tree, you find a female ready to pounce.
>The muzzle is basically inside of the open jaw when you fire.
>As the shot rings out, your shoulder once again gets battered by the recoil.
>That’s one.
>Jogging around the body, you move up.
>Another one, twenty paces off.
>You cock your last shot on hand.
>Continuing the hustle forward, you fire.
>Then toss the shotgun to the ground.
>Shifting the kukri into your main hand, you take a moment to kneel down and draw your throwing knife with your off hand.
“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
>You heard footsteps running through the mud behind you.
>The manticore stops at a close distance, looking for an opening.
>When it jabs the tail in, you hack at it with the kukri.
>You manage to get enough momentum on the right angle to cut through entirely.
>After the slash, you jab up with your knife into the lower jaw of the manticore.
>As you twist the blade, you then hack at its neck with your free weapon.
>Retracting both weapons from the creature, you start to move back in the direction it came from.
>They’ll be converging on this location.
>One is already directly ahead, and another approaching from your right a bit further off.
>You move to the one in front of you.
>Running forward, you get ready to respond to any attack.
>Your knee gives out, sending you tumbling to the ground just in front of it.
>You are able to slash the kukri wide across its throat, sending blood spatters onto your breastplate.
>Jabbing the knife into its jaw, you prop the head up from falling onto your body.
>And glance to the other one that’s now charging at you, teeth ready to strike.
>It’s risky but if the angle is just right-
>You toss the kurki towards it.
>The blade lodges deep between its eyes.
>Scooting out of the manticore, you leave the knife in its jaw.
>Five left.
>Or three if the first two were from the dozen in the sky.
>And you see three approaching.
>At twelve, three, and nine.
>Panting while you stand, you bash your fist at the side of your left knee, the one that gave out.
>Then draw your sword and move up.
>You move around the one who has it’s kukri in its skull.
>Gripping your sword with both hands, you charge to meet the one at twelve.
>As the distance is closed, you parry away its stinger, then slash down into the arm that’s attempting to claw at you.
>Then thrust into the torso.
>When you pull the blade out, you have to strike at the one to your left.
>You put all your force behind the swing, lining it up to slice against its open mouth.
>As each side of its cheeks are cut open, you continue.
>Swinging back, you hack into its head.
>You slam the blade against its eye.
>You hack again, this time actually reaching the eye.
>You hack again, and again, until you can see it’s skull split open.
>As the new round of venom starts to burn anew in your veins, your right thigh is torn by the claws of the one from your left.
>You twist and plunge the sword into the side of the manticore’s neck.
>Pulling the blade out, you then feel a stinger hit you.
>Your back left, lower torso.
>While the stinger retracts, you reverse the grip on your sword and jab back.
>Your right hand is on the grip, and your left pushing directly against the pommel as you spin your body as best as possible.
>Sending the blade down the manticore’s mouth.
>This fourth one must have sneaked up on you while you were-
>You then start to feel the early effects of the venom.
>Son of a…
>Stepping out from the corpses that surround you, it doesn’t look good.
>From the hit on your thigh, you can barely limp.
>The venom doesn’t help.
>Limping into the forest, you try to get your bearings.
This ends the act, more tomorrow
>You came from-
>You catch the movement in the corner of your left eye too late.
>A male manticore flies at you, tackling you to the ground.
>Your lose grip of your sword.
>But you also feel, and hear shattering bone as one of its rear feet cracks your left knee back.
>Thrown to your back, it’s paws rest on your breastplate- the claws scratching against the steel.
>As it opens its jaw to bite at your head or neck, you reach your left arm up.
>The teeth tear into your flesh, hitting all the way to the bone.
>As the beast tears into your arm, you reach down with your free hand to grab your dagger.
>All you can do is jab into the side of its neck.
>The first blow doesn’t stop it.
>So you pull it out and try again.
>It’s jaw releases your arm somewhat.
>You strike again, it feels like you hit the spine that time.
>With all the strength you have left, you let go of the dagger and push the beast to your left- keeping it from collapsing onto you.
>Losing blood.
>Your left leg is numb.
>The claw wounds on your thigh are right against the mud.
>Manticore venom is flowing through your veins.
>And you can’t feel your left arm below where it was eaten away at.
>Sooner or later God’ll cut you down.
>You’ll lay here a moment.
>In the mud, sweat, and blood.
Oh shit his knees are fucked worse than my dads
I swear to God you pull a blazkowicz and have Anon die to actually not die and become stronger...
Well it's just the one.
I'm honestly not sure if you want that or don't...

Also writing now
Anon. Is. Fucked.

>You inhale sharply, but then start to cough.
>Definitely cracked ribs.
>You use your good arm to roll yourself over onto your chest.
>The left arm…
>It might be too far gone.
>No feeling whatsoever.
>It is too far gone.
>You reach forward and pull yourself through the grass.
>Left leg needs a splint.
>Right needs patching up, but it’s still-
>You move your right knee up to assist your crawl.
>Coughing more, you roll yourself to your back once more.
>As you lay in agony, you look to the sky.
>And close your eyes.
>This is it…
>You close your eyes and slow your breath.
>This IS it.
>You can feel yourself pulled up.
>After everything, this is how you go.
>To a pack of manticores on the far side of the world.
>Just another footnote in the list of people who went East and never returned.
>You’ve spent the majority of your life killing.
>Now it’s your turn to die.
>Maybe that’s for the best.
>She’ll be doomed to rot in a cell for the rest of her life
>You feel yourself back on the ground.
>And inhale sharply.
>Past the pain from your lungs.
>You open your eyes, only to find no tree branches above you.
>A glance each way shows no manticore bodies either.
>You must have got further than you thought.
>Then yo-
>She’s over your body.
>In a blink, she’s gone.
>And over in the distance.
>Standing next to…
>They’re both looking at you.
>Flurry turns from the clearing you’re in, and starts walking into the woods.
>Twilight lingers a bit longer, looking at you.
>Her horn then lights up as she teleports away.
>You’re half dead…
>But only half.
>Between gasps for breath, you force yourself back onto your chest.
>And start crawling after Flurry.
>You’re dragging your left limbs along.
>Maybe your subconscious, or Harvey, is trying to tell you something.
>But you will not die here.
>Not while you have even an ounce of fight left in you.
>And if you have to drag yourself across this entire damn continent…
>That won’t sto-
>You cough up blood into the grass.
>Won’t stop you.
>There it is…
>You’ve never actually been here yourself.
>At the reaches of the horizon lies the larger buildings that make up the city center.
>Downtown, so to speak.
>It lies on the Lunar Lake, an immense freshwater lake that is in the shape of a crescent moon.
>Vanhoover sits almost perfectly center on the circular side of it, the points of the crescent leading further west.
>To the north past the border are a few minor griffon towns.
>In the south are a couple Equestiran towns, Mareattle being the only one of note.
>On the far side of the lake are bison tribes.
>You started this year on the frontier, and now you’re back on one of them.
>But now you’re passing over the dense forests of the north west, and passing into the rural outskirts of the city.
>You pass over hundreds of farms.
>The Lunar Lake is so large that pegasi farmers can harvest water from the lake directly to water crops without denting the available water source.
>They worked with earth ponies to cultivate the land, making Vanhoover one of the largest agricultural zones outside of the Equestrian core.
>But the farms below are empty.
>Only fields of crops swaying in the wind.
>Devoid of any tenders.
>Abandoned by those who headed the evacuation.
>But how many are fortified in their barns, unwilling to evacuate their homes.
>Thousands of pegasi follow you.
>Cloudsdale boys.
>Some of them might not know how to fight.
>But all of them know how to fly.
>The slightest adjustment from your wings will move the entire force.
>You dive down a few yards, letting the men fall in behind you.
>In the distance you can see several pillars of smoke from the city, suburbs, and even-
>Moving quickly over the rural zones, you start to see more than empty fields and barns.
>Just before you reached the more suburban areas of the city, you found an empty field.
>Empty other than the bodies trampling down the crops.
>Instead of swaying grains, you saw hundreds of bodies.
>You can see the lines.
>The tunnel to Tartarus.
>It’s at a long angle, pointed towards the city proper.
>More creatures can only emerge into one direction, having to turn around to face the flanks and rear.
>You’re going in.
>You reach your hand out.
>And your right knee.
>Pulling yourself forward.
>One step at a time.
>You’re not stepping…
>Your left leg is limp.
>And your left arm is dragging by your side.
>If you had a blade with you, you might cut it off and be done with it.
>But you-
>The venom through your veins is only getting worse.
>Your entire body is virtually shaking.
>You don’t even have the strength to look up from the ground.
>Only a glance up to see your surroundings.
>Everything you know says that this is the end.
>You’re parched.
>In need of… defecation.
>Numb to the world.
>You can hear your veins pulsating.
>Panting from the exertion.
>It’s been…
>You don’t know how long.
>Minutes… hours…
>As you drag yourself along the forest floor, you end u seeing something.
>Your reflection.
>In a pond of water.
>Your face is spattered with blood.
>Your hair and beard are significantly greyed.
>Starting this year, you only had a bit of grey in the ide burns.
>Now at least half of it is.
>But more importantly, a pool of water means something drinkable.
>You reach your good hand up to it.
>And as you try to scoop some water into your mouth it falls back into the pond before you can get it to your lips.
>You need something to drink.
>So you try again.
>But the water falls away before you can get any.
>So you move your head down to drink directly.
>The cool water hits your lips.
>But as you come into contact, the water shoots down your throat.
>And starts to cover your cheeks.
>It spreads over your face, submerging your eyes.
>As it pushes down into your stomach and past your neck on the exterior, you feel yourself being pulled into the pond.
>You were pulled from the land, submerged entirely into the water.
>Unable to breathe, the last moments you could see were in the water.
>The light dying away as you were pulled deeper into it.
>So… this is it…
More tomorrow
I cant tell if he's just fallen into the pond, or if the pond is actually some creepy water monster that feeds on everything that dares touch it.
One more thing, isn't he still with the spiders? Because he got stung by a spider? Then just seemed to lose consciousness if I remember.
Damn this is confusing but so intense.
Or interesting, cant pick a word that really describes it.
Either way, really looking forward to the next bit.

What if anon found a fountain of youth/ healing
Don't assume the worst automatically.
>You pull up from the battlefield, preparing to lead another dive.
>Each time a few more of your men get plucked from the air.
>But the hundreds of swords and spears coming down onto the formation is making a bigger dent.
>As you and the rest of the strike force gain altitude, you fly past the archers.
>Who launch a new volley down at the creatures.
>Ending your vertical climb, you level out and wait for the others to fall in.
>Archers are doing well, and the ground troops moving in at a good pace.
“Alright boys! Another!”
>Settling into a nose dive, you tuck your limbs in to accelerate as quickly as possible.
>The wind beats against your eyes as you line up on the hundreds of creatures still below.
>Three or four more of these dives and you think they’ll be softened enough to risk a more prolonged attack to retake the mouth of the pit.
>But they’re…
>En mass they start piling into the tunnel.
>By the time you reach the ground, only some stragglers remain.
>You drive your sword into the skull of the one at the foot of the tunnel, your hooves landing on its back.
>Around you, more pegasi either land or hit the remaining creatures.
>Leaving you to look straight down the tunnel.
>You can see some of them moving down, back to Tartarus.
>This pit though… its slope isn’t that bad.
>Less than a ten degree depression.
>Shallow enough for an army to march down it.
“Ground forces hold this position! 12th Airborne, we’ve got more work in the city.”
>Retreat here might just mean consolidation in other areas.
>As it happened, you didn’t have more work in the city.
>You split the division, looking to cover as much ground as possible.
>Everywhere you flew over the creatures they were retreating back into the pits.
>Eventually you ended up at headquarters set up in the city.
>It’s set up in a city park, under a gazebo.
>Getting up to speed with the other officers present.
>Reports were all saying one thing.
>The creatures were in full retreat.
>One or two of the lower ranked men were hopeful.
>But everypony else realized that there’s something more going on.
>As the sun set, General Wave arrived to take command.
>And an equally long talk was necessary to bring him up to speed.
>In the end, he agreed that you haven’t simply won.
>His standing orders were to consolidate ordinance and collapse the tunnels.
>As the officers and messengers leave and go about carrying out their orders, you took Wave aside for a private word.
>”What is it Thunder?”
“I know you don’t trust m-“
>”Get to the point.”
>Alright, that’s how we’re going to play this.
“I can’t speak for all of them, but there’s one pit outside of the city. It’s not like other tunnels we’ve seen so far. It’s traversable. They have to lead back to some kind of staging ground. If we can-“
>”We’re not marching blind into Tartarus.”
“Sir, this might be our only surefire shot at striking back.”
>”We’re collapsing the pits, then getting in position to react to a new larger attack. Is that understood?”
“… Yes General.”
>”Firstly, an enemy never leaves an appealing option for counterattack unless they have an ambush planned. And second, the fight for this city was far from over. If they all decided to fall back, we need to be ready to respond wherever they pop up next.”
>As you gasp for breath, you force yourself into a sitting position.
>You immediately reach to hold your left arm.
>It’s all there.
>The sleeve is torn, but your arm is fully intact.
>Even the skin where you had to flay it off is healed.
>Reaching down to your left knee, you feel it.
>It’s okay.
>The bones feel like they were never broken.
>On your right thigh, even though there are tears through your pants, you don’t feel any wounds.
>You don’t even feel any burning from the venom in your veins.
>It’s then that you were able to observe your surroundings.
>The sun just rose moments ago.
>You’re in a forest, but a clearing.
>And it’s foggy.
>You can barely see forty feet in the distance.
>To your left is a still pond.
>Its banks are a perfect circle.
>At the center, are two stone spirals that stick out of the water.
>They for a double helix, reaching up five feet or so.
>The water…
>It’s still.
>Completely still.
>Not even a ripple in the wind, and there’s a decent breeze hitting your face.
>“Hello Anon.”
>”If I wasn’t incorporeal, I think you might be hugging me right now.”
“Am I dead?”
>”Not yet.”
“Where am I? What’s going on!”
>”Calm yourself for just a moment.”
>He appears in front of you, standing in his human form with that same brown pinstripe suit.
>”Let me start from the beginning.”
“Harvey! This can’t be real… The parasite is back, isn’t it?”
>”No, no, no… Just relax for a moment.”
“… Okay.”
>”This all started when the spider bit you. It was the male of the species. It released an incredibly potent neurotoxin into your bloodstream. It would have left you unconscious for a week, but I was able to somewhat fight it.”
“The spider…”
>”Yes, the larger one you woke up to was the female of the species. They cocoon an incapacitated victim before feeding off of them and laying eggs into your body. Now, I was continually fighting the toxin. Each hour that passed, I was getting closer to fully flushing it from your system. But, you just had to keep going.”
“What was I supposed to do!”
>”Just… Okay. So, you then encountered the manticores, and got stung. And that venom was an entirely different story. Unlike the ones you met banc in Equestria, this venom was deadly. If I wasn’t here, it would have killed you within ten minutes or so. With the flood of it into your system, you should have died in a few seconds.”
>”Well, maybe your history with manticore venom would have kept you alive, but incapacitated for a few days. Then the flood came, and it was an unavoidable happenstance. And you ended up fighting the manticores. Then, you were mortally wounded, crawling on adrenaline and willpower alone.”
>Before you can ask anything, he continues.
>”Now, through most of this I was only able to gather a few bits of information. Mainly through your bodily wounds. And yes, I was keeping alive from most of this. At the end of the day… days. We ended up here.”
>Most of this has been a brief haze.
>Almost dreamlike.
>You can remember certain events, but mainly the past couple days are gone.
“Harvey, yeah. I get that. But what the he- where am I?”
>”Stand up.”
>Vague mothe-
>You lurch forward, placing your elbow onto the ground before you.
>Getting onto your feet, you…
>You take a couple steps.
“Why don’t my knees hurt?”
>It’s been a constant pain for years.
>But now you don’t feel a thing.
>Like you-
>”Take a look into the water. But don’t touch.”
>You step up to the waterline then lean forward.
>The water forms an almost perfect reflection.
>You can see yourself.
>Your head and face.
>Your hair and beard.
>The grey is gone.
>And you have far less wrinkles on your forehead.
>What the hell?
“Harvey… am I dead?”
>”You see… the water isn’t quite water…”
>You’ll just let him continue.
>”How can I say it in words you’ll understand… It’s alive. Water is normally made of atoms, but this one is made of cells. All combined and communicating forming a colony of sorts. The point is, that they formed this pond and it’s sort of a… fountain of youth.”
>”It’s been here for centuries, millennia even. The manticores you faced before? They were… guardians of sorts. Well, not necessarily guardians, and more of… opportunists. They’ve lived for almost as long as the pool has held regenerative properties.”
>”So, you have… regenerated like them. And…”
>Harv goes silent.
“Harvey… I thought I wasn’t affected by magic.”
>”Because it’s not magic. It’s biological. The water permeated every cell in your body and rejuvenated them. In effect, it took easily replaceable strands of your DNA and replaced them with signals that put your cells into a more reinvigorating path.”
“What does that even mean!”
>”Well to bottom line it, you’ve lost ten or so years. Somewhere between nine and twelve.”
“Fountain of youth… Harvey, am I immortal?”
>”I… don’t know. The state your cells are in, you might keep ‘ageing’ as normal, or they could be stuck in a loop. Honestly I’d need a couple years in your mind to tell if you’re functionally immortal or not. BUT, either way, if you take enough damage then you’ll still die. But, you’re about ten years younger.”
>You start to stretch your limbs, testing your muscles.
>You look back into your reflection.
>The scar over your eye is still there.
>Rolling up your right sleeve, you look to other old scars.
>They’re still there.
>The healed wounds are still there, but the ones that were fresh are gone.
>Ten years younger.
>Back in your prime…
>Maybe not quite as strong, your muscle mass seems the same.
>A literal rejuvenation.
>A second wind…
>”I wasn’t aware for some parts… but this area is foreign to me.”
“How so?”
>”I kept my paths away from the… fountain. Because I wasn’t certain how the ‘water’ would interact with an alien anatomy.”
“How far away.”
>”The path you ended up on was the closest, but still at least three days away.”
“I… couldn’t have crawled that far in a night.”
“Harvey… I saw Flurry.”
>”I don’t remember that.”
“And Twilight.”
>”That’s… to be honest, it was most likely a hallucination.”
“That’s what I thought.”
>”Are you sure only a day or two has gone by?”
“I don’t know.”
>”Well, to get back to the battle site, you’ll have to go due south.”
“Sounds vaguely right.”
>One last thing.
“And Harv? I’m serious. You don’t do anything to my body without by go ahead. When you were dealing with everything, I was seriously debilitated.”
>”… Alright. Full cooperation for my influences from here on out.”
>Let’s see how your younger body deals with a sprint.
More tomorrow
Today's updates should shine light
Surreal was the vibe I was going for since the spider.
You bastard...I had it planned for at least a year
good intuition
Oh shit I was right! Well not really but I knew it wasnt your regular old water.
Reminds me of the time I went on a drug binge and wound up some old ladys house.
You don't have 2 baptism scenes and NOT have a rebirth.
Also you copied in premise Wolfenstein 2's twist
>Mortal wound of full body damage/decapitation
>Followed by by baptism in water (BJs head in jar, Anon in pool)
What's Wolfenstein like? I keep seeing it on bus stops and the telly but never played them? Seems pretty interesting, is it worth buying the first one?

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