Regarding the chess games, it would help if you added illustrative pictures.
And, yes, by Jove, avoid the Chris Carter Effect.
As for Missy, her tacked on romance and lack of emotion… you promised you’d explain that eventually, so I’ll be waiting.
Regarding the chess games, it would help if you added illustrative pictures.
And, yes, by Jove, avoid the Chris Carter Effect.
As for Missy, her tacked on romance and lack of emotion… you promised you’d explain that eventually, so I’ll be waiting.
Nah, Raibow Dash just tackles Griffin and pins him to the ground in such a way that their genitalia are in tight contact, which, given that they’re both, well, naked, is very awkward. Griffin is however committing hyperbole by calling it “rape”. The rest of the Noodle Incident is quite true, and made for a Broken Pedestal on his side (he was disappointed that Pinkie broke her promise to laugh at him, and that RD would initiate violence over insufficient information) and a terrible impression on theirs (he acted like a jerk throughout the episode; man’s got issues).
No, don’t. 502 not withstanding, that site is awesome.
capitalism creates wealth
Applause Lights warning; the phrase is true, just not very meaningful.
CAUSE HERE WE ARE, WE’RE THE PRINCESSES OF THE UNIVERSE!
WE HAVE NO RIVALS! NO MARE CAN BE OUR EQUAL!
Not that she manages to hold on to it. I swear, there seems to be a rule that Human In Equestria fics end up involving sex with a native one way or another. Maybe it’s a way for the human characters to become symbolically “married” to the nigh-utopian setting?
Why isn’t this released on fimfiction yet? It’s quite good.
That’s much more meaningful, but, conversely, it’s truth is largely dependent on what one means by “free enterprise”, “wealth creation”, and how one goes about measuring “wealth”.
I can’t find it by its title, though. Is it under some alternate name?
… Good rational answers always seem obvious in retrospect, don’t they...
Oh, sorry, I misunderstood that your previous post meant “It’s been more than one month since I released it”. I should have noticed I was confused.
I am not sure whether I should thank you or curse you. This fic is presenting such an amazingly attractive scenario that I find myself genuinely regretting the fact that it isn’t fiction. Is this what EY meant when he talked about weirdtopia sucking one’s soul?
You have the Encyclopedic Knowledge merit from World of Darkness.
But, yeah, random knowledge has more uses than merely impressing people. However, please note that your African would have specialized knowledge and skills related to his own environment, not to mention cultural lore. He has probably memorized thousands of verses of poetry, for example.
Subjectively, though, I for one get that feeling. It’s like “within my reach” and “owned by me” were equivalent to my brain on some level. And, when, once I’ve made my purchase, I find my money diminished by that same amount, I find that I feel cheated, somehow. Like accumulated money should work like an access clearance threshold, rather than a reservoir of resources across space and time. Which is economically absurd...
Ah, well, no accounting for taste. I find sex to be icky (in fact, I call it the Icky—Bicky, complete with m-dash), but I’ve given up on complaining for quite some time.
Why would you redo everything like that, boss?
I think the argument “upload or die within the hour” is about as persuasive as an argument could possibly get.
It’s arguable whether those are actual ponies. In some philosophical sense. Urgh.
As for the Featureless Plane of Disembodied Dialogue, I suggest you use the same tricks as the animators of the show did. Have the characters move around. Sit down. Get up. Interact with the environment. At the window or sitting on the stair. Blowing candles. Sipping coffee. Silhouetted. Glancing. Breathing lightly. Combing out their hair. Little ponies… are a wonder… At their mirrors. In the garden. Letter-writing. Flower-picking. Weather-watching. How they make a maaan siiing...
A very common and forgivable mistake.
I am now terrified (or is it thrilled?) that the fic becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy...
In fiction writing, this is known as Show Don’t Tell. Instead of using all-encompassing, succing abstractions, to present the reader with predigested conclusion (Character X is a jerk, Place Y is scary, Character Z is afraid), it is encouraged to show the reader evidence of X’s jerkiness, Y’s scariness, or Z’s fear, and leave it to them to infer from said evidence what is going on. Effectively, what one is doing is tabooing judgments and subjective perceptions such as “jerky”, “scary” or “afraid”, and replace them with a list of jerky actions, scary traits, and symptoms of fear.