Post by wanderingmagus on Nov 30, 2017 22:58:18 GMT
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Discord won, Twilight failed to go upstairs, never read the letters, never cured herself. A thousand years later, the world is, quite literally, Tartarus. Clouds rain exploding chocolate milk, knives, acid, nitroglycerin, giant squids, anything besides water. The ground has been checkered purple and blue since anypony could remember, aside from within Avalon. What's grass? The Six Minions, especially Lady Cruelty, Angry Pie, Rarigreed and Twilight Tragedy, do Big Banana Discord's will, dealing with any magic users still alive and spreading the eternal chaos. A grey pegasus with a blonde mane limps around the Castle of Chaos on broken legs, with a filly-shaped muffin on her back. Crows claw at it. She defends it. The deal was seven quadrillion laps. She's made one-point-three quadrillion.
Yet hope endures. Unicorns that fled south to Zebraci mixed over the years, both species vanishing and melding into modern-day Virgacorns that do their best to survive in this world in secret. Pegasi and Griffons no longer exist, having melded into hippogriffs, isolating themselves as best as they can in the cotton-candy clouds of ancient Cloudsdale. Earth ponies and Donkeys long ago melded, but their strength and determination allows them to farm their stone bread and rock pies and survive in this world.
Saint Liarjack does her best, despite the Element of Deceit pulsating where her heart should have been, to be kind and help the suffering citizens of the Capitol of Chaos. Traitor Dash is an enigma, but at the very least she helps about as often as she betrays. The impossible choices thrown at her broke her will long ago, but perhaps there is hope left.
Queen Tiamat watches over Her brood, having gathered all dragons and ponies-turned-dragons to Her domain. Changeling Queen Cadance, with her angelic feather-winged Changeling swarm, holds out in the hidden land of Avalon in the midst of the Everfree Forest, somehow using her harmony magic to prevent Chaos from spreading there. The dragon-goddess and the Changeling Queen are the closest thing this world has to benevolent rulers, and many refugees have already fled to their respective lands.
Some time ago, the Valeyard personality was forcibly regenerated onto the Doctor, but surprisingly there has been little noticeable change. Perhaps that is because the Time Lord already rewrote history so many times that there is no more change or contradiction. Or the ponies have simply stopped trying to make sense of things, because... what fun is there in making sense?
There is another beacon of hope in the Capitol of Chaos itself: the Apple Pie farm. Saint Applebloom the Heart-healer made it as much of a refuge as was possible in the first decades after having the Blank Curse forced upon her, and after three hundred years managed to bring peace to the denizens of Sunnytown. Her descendants, and that of Octavia Pie, now farm the rock apples on Sweet Rock Acres in relative peace, mourning the relatives that pass when they can, stoically carrying on when they cannot, and leaving an empty space at the table for those they know have been taken despite not even remembering they ever existed. There are many, many graves in the fields now. After Liarjack gave her sister the kindest of lies to allow her to find her eternal rest, the family kept her ashes in a small urn buried somewhere on the farm.
Diamond King Barkintosh and his wife Winona continue to rule the now-crystalline and much, MUCH wiser Diamond Dogs in their underground kingdom, with Guru Fido trading with the Apple Pies now and then to exchange food for tools and necessary skills long-forgotten.
There is despair, but there is also hope. It is not a world of perfection or harmony in any sense of the term, but perhaps, in time, a group of adventurers may show themselves worthy of the Elements of Harmony and convert the Elements of Chaos.
*****
Inspired by Alexwarlorn's Dark World fanfic. As a Shadow Who Watches, I now become a Shadow Who Writes, bending one branch of that Heartworld to observe. Whether good can come of this, who save Fauna Luster, The Father of Alicorns, Entropy, and Havoc, can say? How this world progresses now lies in the hooves of the Shadows Who Play...
original fanfic: alexwarlorn.deviantart.com
*****
Current adventurers:
Ponyville, the Capital of Chaos:
Another knife-storm. Actually having repetition is a first. Then again, what's the fun in making sense?
The Mayor statue kept shouting its indifference about the suffering of Ponyville's denizens all through the storm, as it had since anyone could remember. Grandpa Stone Pie over at the farm says she's been like that for a thousand years now. Nobody knows whether she's still sentient at this point.
We had some giant squid to spice up the rock pies a few days ago. Hey, meat-eating stopped being taboo centuries ago. You live with what you can get. That's what Ma always said before she got turned into a dragon and had to go to Queen Tiamat's place. She also said never to get angry, because what can being angry do anyways? Miss Angry Pie's always angry, but that's because Big Banana Discord made her that way. When life gives you lemons, don't go burning down life's house with 'em, 'cause all you'll be left with is no lemons and a big skyscraper-sized Mommy Lemon squashing you. When life gives you lemons, just thank life kindly and be on your way. At least you've got lemons now.
Mah name's Apple Pie. Yer always welcome to come over, so long as ya fit in the house an' ain't a danger to anybody. Cream Pie's got a grenade launcher left over from those tripod things Big Banana Discord sent over that one time, though, so don't be comin' over if yer just lookin' to steal our stuff. Not that there's much to steal. If yer an orphan like the rest of us, we'll adopt you too! We always can use a bit of help around here, and we promise to take good care of ya! No matter what the others say, Saint Liarjack is right. "There's always hope." She might be the world's biggest liar since forever, but... well, Ah think it's better to believe that than just mope about. Moping never gets anyone anywhere, right? And one day... maybe... we'll never have to have empty spots at the table, ever again. Oh! You're an adventurer? You said something about being able to help? ...well... a-ah guess... yer welcome to stay, of course!
*****
Avalon:
Angelic wings fluttered in the shining light of the hidden land as water tinkled over little falls, making rainbows in the air. In quiet halls, soft music can be heard floating from classrooms along with the laughter of little foals and chicks and kids too young to understand the cruelties of life. Refugees, wearing the many-hued robes of silk secreted and woven here in Avalon, may often be found in courtyards or around hearths recounting the tale of their rescue and pilgrimage to this place.
Another golden plaque was added to the walls in the Hall of Remembrance today. A changeling team had been sent to Queen Tiamat to discuss how to continue dealing with the ever-changing events, but they only made it one mile past the border of the Everfree. Their swarm-mates have been notified.
Queen Cadance has been quiet these past few days, often visiting the refurbished ancient castle of the pony Sisters to think and meditate on harmony. We have been told that today was the thousandth anniversary of the return of a pony named Luna, evidently someone very important to the Queen. None of us had the heart to ask who she was.
There are those among the swarms who wish to fight openly against... the Enemy. Yet what can we do against such power? Only the Queen knows what would happen if HE found this refuge. We... we shall continue serving the Queen however we can, welcoming in the refugees as they continue pouring over the borders. Cadance forgive us for our cowardice...
*****
Everfree:
The wild wind howls as the sun and the moon switch places for the twentieth time since most creatures chose to awake. The trees and plants are very different than they were a thousand years ago, having adapted to absorbing both moonlight and sunlight, and whatever chaotic substances are thrown at them from outside the magical border. The animals would be almost as strange to a pony visiting from a thousand years ago, although in comparison to the creatures of Chaos, the wild animals are quite tame indeed. The environment is uncannily self-sufficient, even more than it once was, generating its own atmosphere and nutrients and consuming whatever non-sentient materials and energy enter the border with impunity. By the grace of Cadance, sentient beings not controlled by Chaos are left alone for the most part, and more often than not guided gently towards the Hidden Land.
It is an odd thing to say, but the Everfree is a haven now, rather than a place of terror and fear. Perhaps it is due to its free nature, being predictable in a world where Chaos is now the norm. If rumors are to believed, it has existed since the beginning of the world, and that at least may give some comfort to those who take refuge in it. This is not to say, of course, that it is entirely "safe" or "tame" in any sense. Timberwolves and hydras still await those idiotic enough to let down their guard fully, but at least they give warning and don't just appear out of nowhere to turn you into cotton candy.
Creatures of all sorts come here for rest every now and then, when unwilling or unwelcome to enter Avalon. Most are crusaders or scouts or refugees. Very few make this place their permanent home. Yet... perhaps the adventurers who do make it their home... may one day free the world of its eternal chaos.
OOC: skype
Previous iteration and references: pastehtml.com/view/dvn8alous.html
Discord won, Twilight failed to go upstairs, never read the letters, never cured herself. A thousand years later, the world is, quite literally, Tartarus. Clouds rain exploding chocolate milk, knives, acid, nitroglycerin, giant squids, anything besides water. The ground has been checkered purple and blue since anypony could remember, aside from within Avalon. What's grass? The Six Minions, especially Lady Cruelty, Angry Pie, Rarigreed and Twilight Tragedy, do Big Banana Discord's will, dealing with any magic users still alive and spreading the eternal chaos. A grey pegasus with a blonde mane limps around the Castle of Chaos on broken legs, with a filly-shaped muffin on her back. Crows claw at it. She defends it. The deal was seven quadrillion laps. She's made one-point-three quadrillion.
Yet hope endures. Unicorns that fled south to Zebraci mixed over the years, both species vanishing and melding into modern-day Virgacorns that do their best to survive in this world in secret. Pegasi and Griffons no longer exist, having melded into hippogriffs, isolating themselves as best as they can in the cotton-candy clouds of ancient Cloudsdale. Earth ponies and Donkeys long ago melded, but their strength and determination allows them to farm their stone bread and rock pies and survive in this world.
Saint Liarjack does her best, despite the Element of Deceit pulsating where her heart should have been, to be kind and help the suffering citizens of the Capitol of Chaos. Traitor Dash is an enigma, but at the very least she helps about as often as she betrays. The impossible choices thrown at her broke her will long ago, but perhaps there is hope left.
Queen Tiamat watches over Her brood, having gathered all dragons and ponies-turned-dragons to Her domain. Changeling Queen Cadance, with her angelic feather-winged Changeling swarm, holds out in the hidden land of Avalon in the midst of the Everfree Forest, somehow using her harmony magic to prevent Chaos from spreading there. The dragon-goddess and the Changeling Queen are the closest thing this world has to benevolent rulers, and many refugees have already fled to their respective lands.
Some time ago, the Valeyard personality was forcibly regenerated onto the Doctor, but surprisingly there has been little noticeable change. Perhaps that is because the Time Lord already rewrote history so many times that there is no more change or contradiction. Or the ponies have simply stopped trying to make sense of things, because... what fun is there in making sense?
There is another beacon of hope in the Capitol of Chaos itself: the Apple Pie farm. Saint Applebloom the Heart-healer made it as much of a refuge as was possible in the first decades after having the Blank Curse forced upon her, and after three hundred years managed to bring peace to the denizens of Sunnytown. Her descendants, and that of Octavia Pie, now farm the rock apples on Sweet Rock Acres in relative peace, mourning the relatives that pass when they can, stoically carrying on when they cannot, and leaving an empty space at the table for those they know have been taken despite not even remembering they ever existed. There are many, many graves in the fields now. After Liarjack gave her sister the kindest of lies to allow her to find her eternal rest, the family kept her ashes in a small urn buried somewhere on the farm.
Diamond King Barkintosh and his wife Winona continue to rule the now-crystalline and much, MUCH wiser Diamond Dogs in their underground kingdom, with Guru Fido trading with the Apple Pies now and then to exchange food for tools and necessary skills long-forgotten.
There is despair, but there is also hope. It is not a world of perfection or harmony in any sense of the term, but perhaps, in time, a group of adventurers may show themselves worthy of the Elements of Harmony and convert the Elements of Chaos.
*****
Inspired by Alexwarlorn's Dark World fanfic. As a Shadow Who Watches, I now become a Shadow Who Writes, bending one branch of that Heartworld to observe. Whether good can come of this, who save Fauna Luster, The Father of Alicorns, Entropy, and Havoc, can say? How this world progresses now lies in the hooves of the Shadows Who Play...
original fanfic: alexwarlorn.deviantart.com
*****
Current adventurers:
Ponyville, the Capital of Chaos:
Another knife-storm. Actually having repetition is a first. Then again, what's the fun in making sense?
The Mayor statue kept shouting its indifference about the suffering of Ponyville's denizens all through the storm, as it had since anyone could remember. Grandpa Stone Pie over at the farm says she's been like that for a thousand years now. Nobody knows whether she's still sentient at this point.
We had some giant squid to spice up the rock pies a few days ago. Hey, meat-eating stopped being taboo centuries ago. You live with what you can get. That's what Ma always said before she got turned into a dragon and had to go to Queen Tiamat's place. She also said never to get angry, because what can being angry do anyways? Miss Angry Pie's always angry, but that's because Big Banana Discord made her that way. When life gives you lemons, don't go burning down life's house with 'em, 'cause all you'll be left with is no lemons and a big skyscraper-sized Mommy Lemon squashing you. When life gives you lemons, just thank life kindly and be on your way. At least you've got lemons now.
Mah name's Apple Pie. Yer always welcome to come over, so long as ya fit in the house an' ain't a danger to anybody. Cream Pie's got a grenade launcher left over from those tripod things Big Banana Discord sent over that one time, though, so don't be comin' over if yer just lookin' to steal our stuff. Not that there's much to steal. If yer an orphan like the rest of us, we'll adopt you too! We always can use a bit of help around here, and we promise to take good care of ya! No matter what the others say, Saint Liarjack is right. "There's always hope." She might be the world's biggest liar since forever, but... well, Ah think it's better to believe that than just mope about. Moping never gets anyone anywhere, right? And one day... maybe... we'll never have to have empty spots at the table, ever again. Oh! You're an adventurer? You said something about being able to help? ...well... a-ah guess... yer welcome to stay, of course!
*****
Avalon:
Angelic wings fluttered in the shining light of the hidden land as water tinkled over little falls, making rainbows in the air. In quiet halls, soft music can be heard floating from classrooms along with the laughter of little foals and chicks and kids too young to understand the cruelties of life. Refugees, wearing the many-hued robes of silk secreted and woven here in Avalon, may often be found in courtyards or around hearths recounting the tale of their rescue and pilgrimage to this place.
Another golden plaque was added to the walls in the Hall of Remembrance today. A changeling team had been sent to Queen Tiamat to discuss how to continue dealing with the ever-changing events, but they only made it one mile past the border of the Everfree. Their swarm-mates have been notified.
Queen Cadance has been quiet these past few days, often visiting the refurbished ancient castle of the pony Sisters to think and meditate on harmony. We have been told that today was the thousandth anniversary of the return of a pony named Luna, evidently someone very important to the Queen. None of us had the heart to ask who she was.
There are those among the swarms who wish to fight openly against... the Enemy. Yet what can we do against such power? Only the Queen knows what would happen if HE found this refuge. We... we shall continue serving the Queen however we can, welcoming in the refugees as they continue pouring over the borders. Cadance forgive us for our cowardice...
*****
Everfree:
The wild wind howls as the sun and the moon switch places for the twentieth time since most creatures chose to awake. The trees and plants are very different than they were a thousand years ago, having adapted to absorbing both moonlight and sunlight, and whatever chaotic substances are thrown at them from outside the magical border. The animals would be almost as strange to a pony visiting from a thousand years ago, although in comparison to the creatures of Chaos, the wild animals are quite tame indeed. The environment is uncannily self-sufficient, even more than it once was, generating its own atmosphere and nutrients and consuming whatever non-sentient materials and energy enter the border with impunity. By the grace of Cadance, sentient beings not controlled by Chaos are left alone for the most part, and more often than not guided gently towards the Hidden Land.
It is an odd thing to say, but the Everfree is a haven now, rather than a place of terror and fear. Perhaps it is due to its free nature, being predictable in a world where Chaos is now the norm. If rumors are to believed, it has existed since the beginning of the world, and that at least may give some comfort to those who take refuge in it. This is not to say, of course, that it is entirely "safe" or "tame" in any sense. Timberwolves and hydras still await those idiotic enough to let down their guard fully, but at least they give warning and don't just appear out of nowhere to turn you into cotton candy.
Creatures of all sorts come here for rest every now and then, when unwilling or unwelcome to enter Avalon. Most are crusaders or scouts or refugees. Very few make this place their permanent home. Yet... perhaps the adventurers who do make it their home... may one day free the world of its eternal chaos.
