Title:           F&F: Story 5, Victor 1: Teswa cowyw
Author:          fireandfluffies
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/HHmiYGeh
First Edit:      Friday 1st of June 2012 08:23:19 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 1st of June 2012 08:23:19 AM CDT

>you are an engineer living in chicago
>you're working on a magitek project for your company
>you've got a working arc reactor prototype set up in your backyard
>it glows like a motherfucker at night, but you're too paranoid to turn it off after you got it working by chance
>anything that gets past the safety cage is obliterated by an arc of mana
>your backyard is now the world's best bugzapper
>one day you hear babbling outside your fence
>oh shit, this isn't good
Dun wury, smawty get us past meanie waw
>good thing you payed the Johnson’s kid to fill in that rabbit hole on both sides of the fence
Wook! howw! smawty am smawt smawty!
>fluffy ponies are now in your backyard
>make mental note to run over the Johnson’s kid's skateboard the next time you see it
>open the backdoor
>the silver unicorn that led the herd walks up to you
>puffs up it's cheeks
>oh god not another
SMAWTY SAY DIS FWUFFY PWACE NOW. DUM MUNSTA GO WAY.
>fuck all kinds of duck
>while the smarty has been screeching in it's horrible falsetto at you, it's herd has been transfixed by the arc reactor
>this may not end well
>you're not sure what would happen if the arc reactor tried to zap a fluffy
>it's handled squirrels before, but you're not sure what reaction it'd have to something that size
>shudder after thinking about what results a meltdown would yield
>or worse, if the fluffy could contain the mana and use it
>ponder what would happen if a fluffy got empowered in such a way
>you settle on a torrent of spaghetti being the absolute best possible end state
>meanwhile the smarty has been rambling on with its list of demands which you could care less about
an dat gwow box ows too!
>mostly care less about
>it charges straight for the arc reactor
>you start to give chase but realize that it'd be better to be running in the other direction in case of overload/meltdown/spaghetti torrent
>return back to your house and lock the door
>a few fluffies weakly praise the smarty before returning their attention to the reactor
>the smarty finally hits the chain link fence
>and it's head slips through
>within the range of safety between the fence and reactor
>thank god
>remember that unicorns have mana conducting crystals in their horn
>fuck
>mana arcs to the unicorn's horn as expected
>it's blown back into the wall of your house
>oh son of a bitch
>it's moving
>and glowing
>the fluffies move to their smarty
i need more
>did that fluffy just speak perfect English?
MORE POWER!
>it charges the reactor again
>oh shit
>ohshitohshitohshit
>the low capacity of the test model must have made it survivable
>it impacts the chain-link fence again, this time hitting it so hard it's able to slip it's whole body through
>the herd is following it in droves, some even managing to slip into the enclosure after the smarty
>a second arc whips out and zaps the smarty
owwies! nuuu! NUUUU!
>it probably got overloaded past it's capacity for intelligence
>but it's not dead yet
>time to fix that
>you reach for the control panel on the wall
>it's at 1% of total capacity
>it's supposed to have an actual coupling after 20% rather than the chain link fence you provided
>there's a risk of catastrophic failure past 90%
>turn the capacitor dial up to 10
>wait, didn't you swap the total capacity and capacitor yield dials
>mental math time
>you have just told the reactor to operate at 115% capacity
>you were testing this model because it could show yields above 100% of it's theoretical max output
>it has to rev up before it can cool down
>nothing to stop now
>flick the off switch
>time to watch the lights show
>and the noises coming out of the smarty are only the beginning
>mana is now arcing between the smarty and reactor like a jacob’s ladder
>its increasing screams of pain and terror have upset the herd
>which are now running in every possible direction
>finally, the smarty’s frame can take no more
NUUU HUWT HUWT
>BRZAP
>the smarty bursts like a grape
>and the arc simply continues outwards past the chainlink fence
>it’s now moving between fluffies, casting their technecolor fluff in odd and fantastic colors
>it looks like the bastard son of an itunes visualizer and a pink Floyd lazer light show out there
>you feel as if there’s a stoned college kid out there that would really appreciate this
>the energy flow is far less merciful with any other fluffy, they barely have a 10th of the smarty’s admittedly minimal resistance to magic
>in technical terms; they pop like popcorn
>the generator is at approximately 60% now
>and the fluffies are thinning like nobody’s business
>it’s a nuclear winter of odd glow and Technicolor snow
>and the fun has just begun
>three minutes pass
>the herd is entirely gone by this point
>you simply watch as huge parabolas of energy blossom out from your creation
>one even scorches the glass of the patio door
>wait, you think, it shouldn’t be at that high a level of energy already
>another one follows the same path
>oh well it shouldn’t break the-
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>fucking fuck
>pain
>so much god damn pain
>you know you haven’t lost any body parts because EVERYTHING HURTS
>by the glaring light you’d guess it’s morning
>through some minor miracle you manage to stand up and look out where the patio door used to be
>there sits your reactor, purring along
>you need a strong drink
>you feel something cold in your hand
>brandy alexander from fucking nowhere
>you finish it, while wishing the glass to be fixed
>more pain
>the shards of glass that once comprised the door re-assemble and meld into one coherent mass again
>including the ones embedded into you
>now this is starting to get weird
>you grab a cigarette of the counter
>a sudden, odd instinct occurs to you
>snap your fingers
>a small flame juts out and lights it
>all that energy must have given you some form of sorcerous powers
>huh
>I guess fluffy ponies are good for something after all