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No screen shot, but apparently a Keeper of Secrets (Warhammer conversion mod) ended up with the name "Leu Howlslaughtered the Feline Avalanche of Shadows." I can't help but think about a giant murderlust-filled cat girl made out of darkness.

DF: How can you win when you have already lost?

Wood Chip's woke up to the smell of baking bread.

He sat up, and stared at the little room he was in. Warmly painted in rich brown tones and filled with all sorts of nick-nacks and little doohickies that had no real purpose other than to amuse.

"Was it all a dream?" he thought, rubbing a nubby hoof on his brow. "How could I have..."

He shakes that little horrid thought out of his head, and in a smooth motion plants all four of his little hooves on the floor.

His room was just a few feet undergound, and in a few short seconds he found himself in the nearly green streets of Cheerfulgrins. A marvel of the off-east, it was peaceful enough that there was never a real need to create the great underground cities of other settlements. Cheerfulgrins, amazingly, never breached a days travel deep, and was a very wealthy farming community that counted even Zebras in there ranks. The end result was a place where even the slightest breath could bring a lesser pony low, for the shear amount of wine created since it's founding caused the air to almost taste sweet.

Wood Chip's, for his part, felt guilty for sneaking a little sip of his uncles best. It probably explained the strange dream he had.

Little Wood Chip began to walk the faux streets silently. He was surprised, really; he was almost never up when the others were asleep, but it was a minor thing of note. There was a party the day before, after all. Something about a cloud. It might have been a pegusi mare giving birth or something akin to that.

Then again, the air did taste funny today. Less sweet but more...metaly. As if somepony decided to let the forge doors wide open and let the dust inside flow in the town. But that was absurd.

He was heading for the medows, a impressivly intact parcle of land with many young saplings that were neverless ready to be used by the fort. More importantly, he only had three more logs to chop down before he was done with his quota for the rest of the summer.

And then he bumped into a sea of dark blue.

"Oomph!" he grunted. The sea of blue snorted back, and patted his head gently with a delicate hoof.

"Watcha doing, Chippy?"

Wood Chip's eyes widened with joy. It was Sea Breeze, a fishermare, who, more importantly to the little colt, was just five years his senior and was, in his opinion, the modal of prettiness.

"Oh, I was going to the forest!"

She chuckled slightly, and lowered her head down to his level. Wood Chip had forgoten just how dark it was still, as he could not really see her face.

"Arn't you now. That's good, I guess. I was going there later, I got some berries I need picking for something special. Wanna help me later, little guy?" she said almost mirthfully.

Wood Chips tiny near-adolecent brain kicked into overdrive.

"Yes." he squeaked out. She just giggled at him in a slightly condencending way often seen in older sisters.

"Okay, little Chippy." she said, giving him a little pat on the shoulder.

With that, she continued walking down the street. He could have been overjoyed then, but for some reason, his shoulder felt sticky and smelled that metel smell again, stronger than before. He patted the spot where he touched him and, somewhat embarressed, smelled it. It was very strong, and very nasty. He nearly gagged, but he could not see what it was considering the stubbern sun. He shrugged it off, and continued down his path.

And he did.

He kept walking, and it seemed like the row of houses went on forever and ever. He was slightly scared now, even more so when he felt the ground become wet and warm, as if a tropical storm had passed overnight. Perhapes more distressingly, he knew the sun was supposed to be up by now.

And then, in mear moments, he found himself in the woods. The sun was shining brightly.

Furthermore, the ground was red, and each individual blade of grass covered in red dew. The forest was completely red, and Wood Chips realised that the smell he was smelling was that of blood.

He began to scream, and he only half-aware of his suroundings, turned around and began running home.

He didn't know how far he had run, but he eventualy found himself near his own home. Nopony else was out, and it seemed he was the only one up. He needed to tell somepony what he had saw in the-

"Hey Wood Chips, you alright?"

It was Sea Breeze. She knew something bad was going on, of course, and she probably wanted his help!

Of course, that optimistic thought was crushed when he turned around to a very full-looking Sea Breeze with a smear of red around her mouth. She just grinned lazely at him and tossed her lime green mane of hair to the side.

"Hey, Chippy, you don't look to good. Your pa is down by the river, and we are cooking up some nice stuff for midwinter. It's a new recipe, and the pigs are helping make it. Comon, i'll show you. It's starting to be a real party down there."

Wood Chip felt his legs go under him, and he felt himself sink into the bloody muck that tasted of sour grapes and copper, all while screaming, pleading, for a god, any god, to help him wake up from this nightmare.

Somehow, in the darkness that was the deep core of the world, he felt something vast and red, not entirely real and solid, come into view, and with a little harsh hiss, he heard a little gurgling voice echo across a vast sea of dark earthy nothing.

"Wake up, little pony, it's time to play pretend at being normal now. You lived because it was funnier that way. Wake up and up and up and up and up to the same old thing, and know you can't do a little thing about it. Bask in the primality of your so called friends and know that, one day, your going back home!"

...

Wood Chip woke up, for real this time. He knew it because of the small shape happly curled up around his side, snoozing the night away as she used his back like a pillow. He sighed, and tried to close his eyes, but he knew better than to hope to fall asleep again tonight.

Tomorrow, he was going to see Serenity.

A quick question that might seem silly: how do Mother Grubs work again? Also, is there any true difference with the Beforan and Alternian versions?

I know these are probably a long way off, but there are some things I think should be added to the mod at some point. The way I see it, technology in the game comes in several tiers, ranging from the purely practical all the way to sci-fi tech that makes life more convenient. I think that there should be a final, epic tier added, one designed for forts that have reached the endgame, when your stable will be facing large, heavily armed sieges often. I believe there should be a handful of expensive, difficult to build units, capable of leveling the playing field, or possibly just your fortress.

>Cyberponies
I know these have been mentioned before, but I don't think the details of how they'd be implemented was ever fully fleshed out. The way I see it, they would work similar to the golems in masterwork, where dwarfs would be transformed into dedicated military units, capable of massively augmenting your military at the cost of resources and a unit that could have been put to other tasks. Cyberponies would have back whatever bodyparts were lost earlier, and would gain massive agility and strength bonuses, but would lose their cutie marks. In fluff this makes perfect sense, would you care about gardening so much after someone took a melonballer to your guts?

>Hero units
Finally, what if stables could build their own version of Liberty Prime? I figure it would be no different than keeping a chained dragon in your fort. It would be huge, so expensive you probably could only ever field one per embark, and just as likely to destroy your stable as your enemies. It would be the ultimate sign of a stable's riches, and would probably count toward greater sieges from the Brotherhood and the Enclave. It would be awesome!

For Cyberponies: I would prefer it if, as apposed to start creating Deus-esque murderbeasts that threaten all life that dares to come near it, that a player has the option to create less, well, cyberized ponies. Nice little neural implants that promote learning? Synthetic lungs that remove that pesky ability to drown? EMP-burst things that,well, make EMP bursts? Logic Processors/Empathy Synthisizers/Voice Moduals that alter social skill learning rates? Kinetic Accelerators that improve movement speed?

As for huge honking robots,I fully support them. Actualy, I could see more military-ish robots lurking in Evil biomes as a way to signify that they were high prioty during the war. In general, however, if the player has the ability to make it, there should be specimans wandering the wasteland racking up kills in Legends. Also, I would think a giant honking metal pony would be, at the very least, a semimegabeast.

Hotfix for init.lua in the raw folder

EDIT: Oh god I think I found the problem. I just had a bandit who's said to be a maid of breath--but is also clearly an active void hero and witch of blood at the same time. Oh shit.

Oh boy.

Here we go.

(over the last few weeks, Wood Chip has found himself helping out SmoothBlock over at the distilery more and more often, and his visits usualy ended with him leaving both slightly buzzed and emotionaly confused. However, during Mountain Dew's birthday party, both left slightly buzzed and eventualy made there way to the distilery for the usual set-up. Naturaly, both drank some more. A lot more.)

Wood Chip was tired, warm, and suffering from one of the worst headaches he ever had.

SmoothBlock opened her eyes half way and looked around her, she noticed she was hugging somepony’s withers rather tight. She knew of only one stallion that had red withers in town who had a red coat. “Chips?” she murmured.

Wood Chip’s eyes shot wide open.

Yep, it wasn’t so much that he was warm, so much as another pony beside him was generating most of the heat he was feeling on his shoulders.

“SmoothBlock?”

“Yup.” SmoothBlock smiled and squeezed WoodChips “Your withers are broad and muscular.” she was using her softest voice, coming very very close to sounding feminine.

Wood Chip was conflicted. On one hoof, he really did not wish to move. On the other hoof, he had no idea what happened last night, and considering that it eventually led to him and SmoothBlock...cuddling, it seemed that it was a memory worth remembering.

“SmoothBlock, I think I... do you, er...”

He’s never been good with these sort of things. He could feel his cheeks burning up, and he was utterly sure it wasn’t from prior drinking.

“We drank, a lot. More than a barrel between us. I think I tried to sing something and you passed out in self defence.” She chuckled, have given up on ever trying to giggle again.

Wood Chips gulped. “SmoothBlock, I got to ask, do you want to, er, well, how do I put this, oh bother, um...” He felt like his skin was the same color of his coat.

SmoothBlock nuzzled into Wood Chips short beard “I’d like to see you again, and more often.” she said to help him through his stumbling.

He sighed thankfully, and in turn layed his head on SmoothBlock’s belly. To be fair, his head was large. “ I would like to see you more often, too. I think our work periods match up enough that we can have the same break times.” He doubted he could have worded it any more clumsly.

“Dinner tonight?” she nuzzled him warmly “Your place is done, right?” SmoothBlock sighed, she didn’t want to get up.

He nodded, and curled a leg over her soft body. “You bet. It was the first one finished. Heh, I think its even  a little over done, considering I chopped down most of the trees needed to make the furniture in it.” He returned her nuzzle in full force, and even squeezed her sides a little.

SmoothBlock smiled and rubbed her nose to WoodChip’s “Sounds like a date.” oh, she can flutter her eyes.

Wood Chips was unsure if, socially, this was the generally accepted time where kissing somepony would be entirely okay, so he played it safe and pulled SmoothbBock closer to him slowly to the point where there was nearly no room between them.

“I think I love you, you know.” There, he said it.

“I think I love you too.” SmoothBlock puckered her lips and closed her eyes.

Wood Chip could not close his eyes, he wanted to see every moment of this.

He didn’t really need to lean in for a kiss, considering how close they were, so he gently lowered his head to hers and kissed her.

SmoothBlock hugged Wood Chips as their lips touched together, her eyes slowly opening, a dreamy look across her face.

Wood Chip probably looked dazed and confused, but neverless was grinning stupidly.

Slowly SmoothBlock pulled back and ran her hooves through Wood Chip’s mane “That was nice.” She just layed there, holding him and gazing at him doe-like.

Wood Chip said nothing, mostly because of the fact his brain was still catching up with what was going on. However, he did manage to slide his other forlimb around SmoothBlock, who, after he shifted his weight onto his back, was effectly laying on his chest.

“You’re strong.” SmoothBlock said in her softest voice. “Holding up a chunky mare like me.” She teased as she lay her head on Woodchips.

Wood Chip scoffed at that. “You? You’re not chunky. Don’t let anyone tell you that.”

He let a little smile overtake his face. “You’re soft.” he stage-whispered.

He slid a hoof down her back. He was sure he was not in his right mind, considering that by now he would be stammering a apology for being so forward.

“I might be sure now.” SmoothBlock smiled contently, warm in WoodChip’s comforting legs.

He layed his head back on the floor, and let himself be overtaken by the moment. Meanwhile, his left hoof surely but slowly found there way past the small of her back and onto her flanks.

“Hmmm!?” SmoothBlock looked a little surprised but didn’t shy away, hugging and rubbing Wood Chip’s withers in response.

Wood Chip panicked slightly when he heard SmoothBlocks surprised response, but when she began rubbing his sides with her hooves stretched around him, he calmed down.

“Smooth, we don’t have to...I should have asked first.” he said lamely as he somewhat relucently placed his free limb off her cutie mark and back on her own shoulders.

“Maybe, when you’re ready.” SmoothBlock winked and kissed Wood Chips on the cheek “we should get you some juice, as I bet you have a headache you just remembered.” She took her time getting off him and onto her hooves.

Wood Chip just looked at SmoothBlock in mild amazement. “ I have never been one to make the first move, Smoothie.”

He realised what he just said, and slowly arched his head to the side in mild embarrassment.

She chuckled and nuzzled him “I’ll help.” SmoothBlock smiled and took his hoof to help him up.

He gratefully takes her hoof, even if he knew in a little cynical corner of his mind that she didn’t need to help him up, and slightly dusted himself off away from Smoothblock.

“So, dinner? You know, I think we can eat breakfast together, considering what time it is.

“A good idea is a good idea.” SmoothBlock smiled and walked up next to the stallion.

And so, together, the pair walked out of the building and to the kitchens, walking closely together and engaging in small talk the entire way.

Quote from: Pokon on April 01, 2013, 02:10:22 pm

Err, mind if I take Sacrifice?

Yes I do mind.

Nah, not really. She is yours.
Still want her to be named Angel?

Naw. Sacrifice fine.