THE TROTTING DEAD WILL CONTINUE, FRIDAY MARCH 29 AT 8:00
 
OP
Trotting Dead Quest 03/24/13(Sun)19:04 No.9322449
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Trotting Dead Quest OP 03/24/13(Sun)19:04 No.9322449
 
    The last thing you remember is running full-tilt out of the woods.
 
    You can glimpse sunlight, and maybe open fields, but that's all you get before a hoof catches on an exposed root and you start falling. Hard.
 
    You crash and roll, skidding over dirt, roots and grass. Your head slaps a rock and you feel a tooth chip before your vision goes completely black. That's it for you for a few hours.
 
    By the time you come to, the sun's gone down in the sky. A rosy sunset blurs your vision, and the rumbling of wheels fills your ears. You're in a cart, being pulled. Pulled by a muscular red stallion toward a farmhouse. When your vision clears enough, you see a mare walking beside you.
 
    She notices you've woken up, and gives you an easy smile. “Easy there, stranger. You must've taken quite a tumble back there, the state you're in. If Applebloom hadn't been playing by the fence we might never've seen ya.”
 
    You try to say something, but end up coughing and groaning instead.
 
    “You just get some rest and let ol' Big Macintosh do the work,” insists the mare. She tilts her cowboy hat toward you and says “Name's Applejack. How's about you?”
 
    >[Lie]Uh... Sunny.
    >It's, uh... I don't remember
    >No business of yours
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)19:05 No.9322464
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)19:05 No.9322464
 
    >>9322449
    Autism
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)19:06 No.9322476
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)19:06 No.9322476
 
    >>9322449
    You go home and stop watching a crappy show that can't into weapons.
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)19:08 No.9322515
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)19:08 No.9322515
 
    Trotteers cum on ur face and u become dead instantly
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)19:08 No.9322520
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)19:08 No.9322520
 
    >>9322476
    >Not playing glorious Walking Dead Telltale adventure
    >Not feeling those feels
    stay pleb
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)19:09 No.9322532
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)19:09 No.9322532
 
    >>9322449
    OP is a dead faggot
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)19:09 No.9322534
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)19:09 No.9322534
 
    >>9322520
    >zombies
    >post 2006
    Faggot
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)19:10 No.9322552
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)19:10 No.9322552
 
    >>9322449
    le casual
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)19:11 No.9322567
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)19:11 No.9322567
 
    >>9322476
    this
 
    kill urself OP, but please dont become a zombie lol.
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)19:16 No.9322646
OP 03/24/13(Sun)19:16 No.9322646
 
    bump
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)20:38 No.9324430
OP 03/24/13(Sun)20:38 No.9324430
 
    bump
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)20:41 No.9324479
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)20:41 No.9324479
 
    >>9322646
    >>9324430
    sage
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)20:47 No.9324608
OP 03/24/13(Sun)20:47 No.9324608
 
    >>9324479
    You're unusually persistent, I'll give you that.
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)21:13 No.9325335
OP 03/24/13(Sun)21:13 No.9325335
 
    Bump
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)21:25 No.9325656
OP 03/24/13(Sun)21:25 No.9325656
 
    I am legitimately impressed that for as active a board as /mlp/ is, nobody has stepped in to throw out a simple ">..." or whatever. Like that in itself is sort of impressive.
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:30 No.9325789
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:30 No.9325789
 
    >>9325656
    The Walking Dead sucks.
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)21:33 No.9325867
OP 03/24/13(Sun)21:33 No.9325867
 
    >>9325789
    Yeah I get it you don't like it and you don't like it enough to stalk this thread. I just mean the game was pretty popular on 4chan, I'd figure someone somewhere would be like "Oh okay sure I'll post one of those commands, this is easy."
 
    I've got three-thousand words of text covering the whole first "episode" for a quest adventure thread and nobody'll even start it.
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:36 No.9325948
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:36 No.9325948
 
    i will humor you say your name is bob todd
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)21:39 No.9326020
OP 03/24/13(Sun)21:39 No.9326020
 
    >>9325948
    I've waited this long, I can wait for someone to pick one of the options.
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)21:43 No.9326134
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)21:43 No.9326134
 
    fine A (you prick)
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:43 No.9326136
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:43 No.9326136
 
    Shit, sorry OP; if I had seen this thread sooner, I would have taken part in.
 
    Right, I choose second option.
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:45 No.9326214
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:45 No.9326214
 
    >>9326134
    >>9326136
    Sooooo... What are the rolling rules? Or are they just the first reply to the post?
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)21:47 No.9326284
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)21:47 No.9326284
 
    op i change my min i pick the second onr
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)21:47 No.9326294
OP 03/24/13(Sun)21:47 No.9326294
 
    "Uh... Sunny," you say, without too much conviction.
 
    "Sunny, huh?" says Applejack, with a smile. "Well, pleasure t'meetcha."
 
    The stallion pulling the wagon stops. “Here we are.”
 
    You tilt your head up and see you've reached the farmhouse, a nice, stately wooden home painted in apple-red. Big Macintosh stands clear to give you room to get up, and ever so shakily you do.
 
    Your hooves almost give way when you step off the wagon, but Applejack and Big Macintosh catch you. You manage to straighten up and shake your head a little clearer, get a better sense for your surroundings.
 
    It's an apple farm, and it's late in the day. Your two rescuers aren't the only ponies around, either. At the farmhouse door, a little yellow filly with a big pink bow is looking at you with curiosity, as is an elderly old mare.
 
    “There's Applebloom and Granny Smith,” Applejack explains. “You're in no shape to walk t'Ponyville tonight, why not say with us for dinner? There's plenty'a room in the barn fer sleepin'.”
 
    >Is there any chance I could sleep on the couch?
    >I'm okay, really. I'll be going.
    >Sure, that sounds fine.
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:49 No.9326338
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:49 No.9326338
 
    >>9326294
    3rd option.
 
    I think you should implement a rolling system later on, OP. Otherwise, it'll be too damn boring.
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)21:50 No.9326369
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)21:50 No.9326369
 
    i chose the third
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)21:52 No.9326425
OP 03/24/13(Sun)21:52 No.9326425
 
    >>9326338
    You're right. What's the usual standard for quest threads?
 
    “Glad t'hear it!” Applejack beams. “Come on, let's get you some grub and you can tell us exactly what went wrong.”
 
    You're lead inside, where the little filly immediately accosts you. “Are y'all okay? You was hardly breathin' when I found ya! Oh yeah, I was the one what found ya! Did I save your life, mister? Hey, what were you running from anyway?”
 
    “Settle down, Applebloom!” the senior mare snaps, and the little filly quickly relents. The elder creaks up to you and gives you a stern once-over with her good eye. “Y'say y'found him runnin' outta the woods by the fence?”
 
    “Yeah, granny. He tripped and hurt himself real bad!”
 
    “And now he can't make it back t'Ponyville on hoof...” Granny gives you a prod in the leg, touching off a bruise. You wince convincingly, and she gives you another stern appraisal.
 
    “Hrmph” she snorts. “Weeell, you look decent, I s'pose, and we can't be havin' strangers wanderin' the woods at night. Y'might as well warm yer hooves and get some grub.” With that, she ambles off after Big Macintosh.
 
    “That's about as close to a 'nice ta meetcha' yer likely to get,” says Applejack, who gives a slightly cheeky smile. “Granny's got a heart'a gold, just don't like strangers in the house is all.”
 
    >I can understand that
    >Cold welcome for an injured man
    >So long as there's food and a bed, I don't mind!
    >...
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)21:54 No.9326473
OP 03/24/13(Sun)21:54 No.9326473
 
    >>9326425
    Dang, accidentally cut "Sunny's" line.
 
    "Well, seeing as I can hardly walk straight at the moment... sure, that'd be great."
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:54 No.9326478
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:54 No.9326478
 
    >>9326425
    First option.
 
    Usually 1 or 2 single-digit GETs, and 1 double digit GET. But I think you should wait a little to implement it; it seems like we are only 2 or 3 faggots playing.
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:55 No.9326495
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:55 No.9326495
 
    >not picking silence
    do you even twd?
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)21:56 No.9326533
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)21:56 No.9326533
 
    first dont be a dick to the apples
 
    since their arnt many people in here i don't think the numbers will work
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:56 No.9326544
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:56 No.9326544
 
    >>9326478
    I'm lurking, but busy working on something else right now to play. I'll catch up in a couple minutes and join in though.
 
    Also OP, you'll attract more people if you remove the different choices. People find it more interesting to change the story the way THEY want it to be, not the way the writer is, and have the writer adapt to the choices they're making.
 
    Limiting yourself to four choices removes a lot of the fun and unpredictability involved in CYOA's.
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:58 No.9326608
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:58 No.9326608
 
    “No, that's fine,” you say. “Nobody likes getting strangers forced on them.”
 
    “That's mighty understandin' of ya,” she says, before taking the lead. “Come on, Mac's settin' the table. Hope you like apples!”
 
    You're lead to the Apple family's dinner table, where – to no great surprise – you see many an apple. It's not all apple pies and jams, however, there's plenty of bread, cheese and vegetables. Big Mac has just finished setting a place for you, so you grab a seat.
 
    Once you're all seated, the family digs in. "The apple soup's pretty good," Applebloom offers. "My favorite's the apple crumble though - though that's only for afters."
 
    Granny, from the head of the table, gives you another eyeballing. “So, stranger, what's your name?”
 
    >[Lie]Like I said, Sunny.
    >To be honest? I can't remember. I don't remember much right now.
    >I don't want to say
    >...
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)21:59 No.9326625
OP 03/24/13(Sun)21:59 No.9326625
 
    >>9326608
    Damn, deleted the name when replying to another thread. This is me.
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)21:59 No.9326641
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)21:59 No.9326641
 
    >>9326608
    Second option; honesty is almost always the best choice.
 
    >>9326544
    I think OP was trying to go with a TWD videogame style.
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:00 No.9326671
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:00 No.9326671
 
    >>9326544
    While I agree, I was hoping to evoke the video game of "The Walking Dead", which means trying to keep the story somewhat under control. Otherwise I'd be dealing with people launching into their zombie plans or trying to stick their dicks in Applebloom's eye.
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:00 No.9326681
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:00 No.9326681
 
    the second one sunny is a sucky name
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:04 No.9326771
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:04 No.9326771
 
    "To be honest?" you say, shrugging slightly. "I don't rightly remember. It's all kind of a blur."
 
    Applejack furrows her brow. "Now wait a minute, didn't y'all say yer name was 'Sunny'?"
 
    You get a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I... felt like I had to say something." You pause, before adding "You can keep calling me Sunny for now though, if you like."
 
    "But it ain't your name," said Granny Smith, her tone even. She picks a few more apples from a bowl for her plate before looking to you again.
 
    “Applebloom saw you runnin' hell for leather outta the Everfree. We don't usually get travellers comin' from that direction.” Granny takes a big bite out of shiny green apple. “Where were you comin' from?”
 
    >[Lie]Canterlot
    >[Lie]I live in those woods
    >I honestly don't remember that either.
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:05 No.9326802
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:05 No.9326802
 
    >>9326771
    Third option; going for honesty all the way.
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:06 No.9326845
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:06 No.9326845
 
    3 other choices arnt good
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:09 No.9326918
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:09 No.9326918
 
    "I uh... I don't remember that either. I can't remember anything."
 
    Macintosh snorts, disapprovingly. "You gotta remember somethin'."
 
    "Hold on now," says Applejack. "Let's hear him out. Stranger- uh, 'Sunny' hit his head pretty hard out there, might be slow t'recall."
 
    You push your food around your plate a little. The atmosphere at dinner's become a mite cold. Applejack gives you an uncomfortable look but doesn't say any more. Applebloom doesn't seem to understand what's going on.
 
    Granny takes a slice of pie with all the calm and poise of a lady at tea. When she looks up at you again, her voice takes on a much more serious tone. “Well, maybe y'can at least remember what you was runnin' from.”
 
    You try. You really do. There was... shadow. And movement. And groaning. But that's all. Is that worth mentioning?
 
    >I have no idea
    >[lie]A manticor
    >Something dark. Something still out there.
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:09 No.9326935
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:09 No.9326935
 
    >>9326918
    Third option; amnesia is getting a little boring after all...
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:11 No.9326981
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:11 No.9326981
 
    3 is't mysterious
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:15 No.9327103
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:15 No.9327103
 
    "Something... dark," you mutter. "Shadows. Movement. A sound - it's hard to remember. I don't... I don't know for sure, but whatever it is, I think it's still out there."
 
    The room is now completely silent and still. Applebloom's expression is confused and frightened. Mac fixes you with a cool look. Applejack turns between you and Granny.
 
    Granny finishes her pie and pushes the plate away. “Send 'im t'the barn,” she mutters.
 
    Applejack protests. “Granny, if what he's sayin' is true then-"
 
    To the surprise of all assembled she slams her hoof on the table. “Consarn it Applejack I said he can sleep in the barn and that's final! Barn's plenty hospitious." Applejack wants to protest further, but she stops herself.
 
    “Strangers is one thing and hospitality is all fair and good, but if there's somethin' after this'un, if there's trouble comin' his way I won't have him under my roof. Not where my grandchildren sleep.” For this Granny lowers both her voice and glare. “And I don't wanna look at that mark'a his another minute.”
 
    What is your mark, anyway?
 
    You look down and almost choke on your supper.
 
    Looking back up at you from your flank is your own dead skull. Not just any skull. Not a stylized picture of a skull. Somehow, you know you're looking at your own. And it's looking at you.
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:16 No.9327146
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:16 No.9327146
 
    >>9327103
    Dude...
 
    Wut...
 
    Either way, continue.
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:17 No.9327172
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:17 No.9327172
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    go on
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:19 No.9327240
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:19 No.9327240
 
    Applejack sees you to the barn as darkness falls.
 
    "There's blankets and hay about so you won't be cold," she says, sounding glum. "And there's a lantern and matches near the door if you need 'em."
 
    The barn is well-built and it's a warm summer's night, so you won't be uncomfortable. Still, there's something hanging in the air that makes you shiver.
 
    Applejack lingers, looking embarrassed. "Sorry about granny. I think you just spook her a little, is all. We don't get too many strangers round these parts." She pauses to consider this, before adding "actually we get all kinds'a strangers but usually they're monsters or creatures or some such trouble as Twilight's gotten me into. But not wounded ponies comin' outta the woods talkin' bout shadows and havin' no names."
 
    She sighs and turns back to the barnhouse. "If you need anythin' or if there's trouble, you come right on back t'the house, y'hear?"
 
    >I hear. Thanks for the help.
    >Your granny's being paranoid.
    >I don't need help, just rest.
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:20 No.9327262
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:20 No.9327262
 
    >>9327240
    First option
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:22 No.9327292
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:22 No.9327292
 
    ...
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:24 No.9327372
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:24 No.9327372
 
    "I hear. And thanks for the help, I appreciate it."
 
    She smiles, but it's a thin smile. "Don't thank me. If we was really bein' hospitious you'd be in the house. Just try t'get some rest."
 
    With that she trots off, and leaves you to your sleep. You're exhausted and ache all over, so that the moment you fall into a bale of hay you're out cold.
 
    Your dreams are strange. You hear conversation, see shapes moving. You're wearing something - a coat? A mask? You can't be sure. Something goes wrong. Something hurts. You start running. You trip, you fall.
 
    You wake to the sound of a gunshot.
 
    You stumble out of your hay-bed, accidentally landing hard on the floor and letting out a stream of curses. You stumble to the doorway and look out on Sweet Apple Acres.
 
    The pre-dawn gloom has turned the landscape grey. There's something moving among the trees.
 
    Somethings.
 
    You can't see what, but they're numerous, shadowy, and moving toward the farmhouse. They haven't seen you yet, and the road away from the farm is clear.
 
    >Run for town
    >Run to the farmhouse
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:25 No.9327388
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:25 No.9327388
 
    >>9327372
    Second option gotta save my waifu
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:28 No.9327465
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:28 No.9327465
 
    warn apples and tell them to leave with you
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:29 No.9327517
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:29 No.9327517
 
    Running is difficult and painful, but you do your best. You weave between the trees, closing in on the farmhouse and overtaking the shadowy forms around you. They leer at you with huge, dead eyes, but you dare not look too close.
 
    It's only when you clear the trees and make a break for the door that you see one of them plainly.
 
    It's a pony.
 
    Or it was. It's dead now, spotted with rot and decay, as well as fresh buckshot. The hit took off most of its head, but it didn't look to have much of one to begin with.
 
    You hear another gunshot as you turn toward the house. Someone's firing from a second-story window. Another of the shadowy figures nearby goes down. The rest are shuffling slowly in your direction, but many of them are wandering freely.
 
    You're ahead of the other... dead things. One of the windows on the ground floor is smashed open, do you try for that or make for the front door?
 
    >Window
    >Front door
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:30 No.9327533
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:30 No.9327533
 
    >>9327517
    Fuckfuckfuckfuck...
 
    Ehh... WINDOW!
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:30 No.9327544
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:30 No.9327544
 
    >>9327517
    Door, dont want any accidents.
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:32 No.9327575
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:32 No.9327575
 
    window the window and take some glass and annouce its you
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:36 No.9327690
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:36 No.9327690
 
    You dive through the window. No one's on the ground floor, but you can hear raised voices and gunshots from the second story. You make for the stairs and surge up them.
 
    A blast of buckshot misses your head by inches, almost causing you to fall backward and back down again. "Granny no!" Applejack shouts. "It's Sunny!"
 
    You regain your footing and peek up onto the second floor. There you see the Apple family crowded into one room, looking at you through the door. Granny Smith holds an Earth Pony shotgun in her forehooves, giving you a steely glare. "This your trouble, stranger?"
 
    >It might be, I don't know
    >This has nothing to do with me, I swear
    >You do what you want, I'm out of here.
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:40 No.9327796
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:40 No.9327796
 
    >>9327690
    >2
    For all you know you had nothing to do with it
 
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shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:40 No.9327798
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:40 No.9327798
 
    1
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:43 No.9327886
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:43 No.9327886
 
    "This has nothing to do with me, I swear!" you shout. "I'm not trying to bring trouble down on your family, and these things are set to tear me apart as much as anyone else!"
 
    "Granny, they're getting closer!" Applejack urges. "Quit threatenin' Sunny and keep 'em away from the windows!"
 
    Granny holds your gaze for a few moments, before finally gesturing for you to join them. You do, and quickly - you can hear groaning below getting closer.
 
    "We've only got the one shooter," says Applejack, dripping frustration. "Mac and I can buck these monsters to bits if it comes to that."
 
    "If there ain't too many, that'll be enough," grunts Big Mac.
 
    Granny turns back to the window and points her gun, but freezes. "In that case, y'all might wanna see this."
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
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Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:44 No.9327935
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:44 No.9327935
 
    >>9327886
    Continue you niggus.
 
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OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:45 No.9327973
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:45 No.9327973
 
    You all crowd around the window and gasp.
 
    There are hundred. Thousands, all pouring out of the Everfree forest. They've trampled the fence and are now wandering wildly, but a huge crowd is bearing down on the house.
 
    “Too many,” Macintosh mutters.
 
    Granny seems to come to a resolution. She opens up the shotgun and loads two more shells. “Get runnin'.”
 
    There's a moment of dead air as her grandchildren process what she said. “W-what?” said Applejack, disbelieving.
 
    “Ah said get runnin'!” Granny leans out the window and lets fly with both barrels. One of the shadows in the orchard drops, but the rest pick up the pace toward the house. “They're attracted t'the noise! I can keep 'em busy long enough fer you t'get t'safety.”
 
    She's already back to loading when Macintosh whispers “okay.”
 
    “WHAT?!” Applejack exclaims, now twice as shocked. “We can't leave ya here! You'll be... you'll...”
 
    Another two shots fired. “Don't you worry about me!” she snaps. “I've had plenty'a years o' livin', and I ain't goin' anywhere fast on this hip anyway. 'Sides, there's always gotta be an Apple in Sweet Apple Acres.” Another two rounds loaded. “Now git!”
 
    “AJ, we need to get Applebloom t'safety while we still can,” Mac urges. “Stranger, give me a hoof.”
 
    Applebloom, for her part, just looks stunned and confused. "I don't understand," she murmurs. "W-what's goin' on? Who're they?"
 
    “No!” AJ shouts, starting to tear up. “We don't have t'do this! We can't leave granny behind!”
 
    >Support Applejack, try to save Granny
    >Support Big Mac, get Applebloom and Applejack out of there while you can
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:46 No.9327983
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:46 No.9327983
 
    >>9326641
    >>9326671
    I'm aware, but this isn't a video game being programmed for only so many outcomes. You're a writer who is making this shit up as he goes along.
 
    It's incredibly boring to most people if they're limited to these logical choices. The reason they give you such ridiculous commands is becuase it makes things interesting.
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:46 No.9327986
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:46 No.9327986
 
    go on
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:47 No.9328032
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:47 No.9328032
 
    >>9327973
    Second Option
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:52 No.9328159
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:52 No.9328159
 
    You turn to Big Mac and nod. He nods back.
 
    Applejack starts flinging curses as her big brother lifts her up like a sack of apples. A sack that can kick and scream.
 
    You pick up Applebloom, who's started to cry, and rest her on your back. She doesn't resist, although even her meager weight causes your aching body pain.
 
    Macintosh makes it down the stairs first. As you reach the top of the landing Granny suddenly calls. "Stranger!"
 
    You look back. She's reloading. "You take good care of 'em, y'hear?" she says, perfectly cool and collected. You nod. "Applebloom? Be brave, dear, for all of us."
 
    "Yes granny," she mumbles, weeping. "I love you..."
 
    "Ah know, dear, now git!"
 
    You follow Macintosh down the stairs. A few more crushed corpses indicate he's cleared the way. You bound through the open window and make a break for the road, catching up to Big Mac as he fights to control his unruly sister.
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)22:53 No.9328206
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)22:53 No.9328206
 
    im getting into the story i want more
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)22:54 No.9328222
OP 03/24/13(Sun)22:54 No.9328222
 
    After another minute, Applejack gives up on fighting and sets to running alongside you. The only sound besides the groaning of the dead and the beat of your hooves on the road is the sobbing of Applebloom, who moved to her brother's back. You, Macintosh and Applejack tear down the path out of the farm – at one point, a dead pony rears up from the gutter, but it ends up right in Applejack's path and gets trampled for its trouble.
 
    The crack of gunfire grows more and more distant, before finally stopping altogether. You glance over to Applejack, who is keeping her eyes fixed on the horizon even as they well with tears.
 
    It's only when you're far from the farm and the monstrous, dead ponies that your pace slows so the three of you can catch your breath. Applejack stares daggers at you and Big Macintosh, but won't say a thing.
 
    It's finally Applebloom who breaks the silence. “Where're we goin'?”
 
    “Ponyville,” says Mac. “Someone oughta know what's goin' on.”
 
    “Now hold up a second,” says Applejack, who rears to a halt. “Fluttershy's cottage ain't far. If them things've gotten as far as Sweet Apple Acres they could be right on top'a her. We need t'go get her first.”
 
    “She can look after herself,” says Mac. “She's a pegasus. She can fly to safety.”
 
    “If there's one thing Fluttershy can't do it's look after herself when there's trouble,” snaps Applejack. “You left Granny behind, you're not leavin' Flutters too.”
 
    Big Mac looks up at Applebloom before turning to his other sister. “Granny wanted us t'get Bloom to safety. That means Ponyville, as fast as possible.”
 
    The argument is clearly going nowhere, and every second you spend is another you spend listening for groans and shuffles.
 
    >Support going to get Fluttershy
    >Support going straight to Ponyville
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)22:57 No.9328309
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)22:57 No.9328309
 
    >>9328222
    Do Both, You & Applejack go after fluttershy, and big mac and applebloom go to ponyville.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:00 No.9328379
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:00 No.9328379
 
    >>9328309
    this
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:01 No.9328400
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:01 No.9328400
 
    >>9328309
    Thirding.
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:01 No.9328408
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:01 No.9328408
 
    >>9328309
    That's what happens if you support going after Fluttershy, so sure
    "We can do both," you offer. "Big Mac, you can get Applebloom to Ponyville. Applejack and I can go get her friend."
 
    Applejack's expression softens into a smile. "Thanks, Sunny, I'm glad fer yer help."
 
    Macintosh snorts, but relents. "Fine. We'll meet at town hall, okay? Don't be long."
 
    Applejack sets off along a fork in the road, but Big Mac manages to stop you for a private word. "You bring my sister back safe, stranger," he mutters. "Don't you forget, now."
 
    >I promise
    >It won't be easy...
    >You just worry about yourself
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:02 No.9328424
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:02 No.9328424
 
    >>9328408
    Third option.
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)23:04 No.9328497
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)23:04 No.9328497
 
    2 no guarantees
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:08 No.9328597
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:08 No.9328597
 
    "I can handle her fine," you say. "You just worry about Applebloom."
 
    He frowns slightly, but gives you a nod and you return it. With that, Mac sets off toward Ponyville with Applebloom still clinging to his back.
 
    You catch up to Applejack who's already making her way down the rural paths toward Fluttershy's cottage. The backwoods are darker and harder to navigate, and you hear the occasional groan that makes you both freeze in fear, but you don't run into any more of those... things.
 
    "Not long now," Applejack whispers to you, and sure enough you can see a dilapidated cottage near the treeline. It seems unharmed, but with dawn still a ways off it's hard to say for sure.
 
    Of course, between here and there there's countless shadowy hiding spots and patches. Anything could be hiding in there, and if you listen close you can hear the groans...
 
    >Make a break for the cottage, full speed
    >Try to sneak up on it
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:10 No.9328651
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:10 No.9328651
 
    >>9328597
    sneak
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:10 No.9328654
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:10 No.9328654
 
    >>9328597
    Option 1
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)23:11 No.9328679
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)23:11 No.9328679
 
    sneak up
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:12 No.9328716
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:12 No.9328716
 
    >>9325789
    mega-this
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:14 No.9328764
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:14 No.9328764
 
    "Let's take this nice and slowly," you whisper to Applejack. She nods.
 
    The two of you pick slowly and painfully through the tall grass, avoiding pools and staying out of the open.
 
    You're getting close when a smell suddenly draws your attention. "What in tarnation is that?" mutters AJ, who turns away to follow it.
 
    Before you can say anything she sticks her head around a corner and gasps. When she turns back she seems close to vomiting.
 
    You have to see for yourself. You sneak up and take a peek.
 
    It's a bloodbath.
 
    It looks like a disparate pack of animals got into a fight with the monsters. Dead birds, bunnies, weasels, badgers, even a great big bear lie amongst the rotting corpses of ponies.
 
    Not all of the dead ponies are still, however. A number remain, and they are feasting on the dead flesh of the animals. They haven't noticed you, and you manage to slip away.
 
    The two of you exchange disgusted looks, but your attention is brought back to the cottage by a high-pitch scream.
 
    "Horseapples," Applejack mutters. "Better run for it, Sunny!"
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:14 No.9328779
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:14 No.9328779
 
    >>9328597
    Big Boss your way in
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:14 No.9328782
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:14 No.9328782
 
    >>9328764
    Oh right,
    >[CONTINUE]
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:15 No.9328810
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:15 No.9328810
 
    >>9328782
    Continue you nigguh
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:17 No.9328851
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:17 No.9328851
 
    You both start running. The screaming continues. You're close now and Applejack takes the door with a kick.
 
    The inside of the cottage is near-pitch dark, but you can see a yellow pegasus curled up in the middle. She's screaming, crying, wailing, just about everything you know she shouldn't be doing.
 
    "Fluttershy! Cut that racket out!" hisses Applejack "We need t'get you outta here, pronto!"
 
    She ignores her friend, if she even notices. You can hear shuffling and groaning outside.
 
    >We don't have time for this, we need to run!
    >*Run up and shake her*
    >Fluttershy! Listen to us! We need to get out of here!
    >Any ideas?
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:17 No.9328867
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:17 No.9328867
 
    Attempt a french kiss to a zombie.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:19 No.9328912
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:19 No.9328912
 
    >>9328851
    Second option, but make that shake a good ol' slap.
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)23:20 No.9328951
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)23:20 No.9328951
 
    check her for bites if non pick her up and leave
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:24 No.9329052
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:24 No.9329052
 
    You run up to the pegasus and reach down with your hoof to try and get her attention, but as soon as you get close she turns on you with furious eyes and a lashing kick. "Get away from him!" she shrieks.
 
    It's only then that you notice the little bundle of white and red she's curled around. Applejack has run up besides you and curses at the sight. "Angel... I'm sorry, sugarcube, but we've gotta get runnin' now afore more come."
 
    "He's going to be fine!" Fluttershy shrieks, curling back up into a ball. "He's going to be okay! He just needs time to rest! We can't move him like this, he needs... he needs to rest!"
 
    "Is it even still alive?" you mutter to Applejack.
 
    "I wouldn't go tryin' t'get a closer look, now," she replies.
 
    The groaning is getting closer. Much too close.
 
    >Fluttershy, please, you know this can't work
    >He's already gone, Fluttershy, we need to think about our own survival
    >*Stomp the bunny*
    >Applejack, can you think of anything? Can we move it?
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:25 No.9329079
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:25 No.9329079
 
    >>9328951
    3
    because fuck the police
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:26 No.9329106
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:26 No.9329106
 
    >>9329052
    Knock her out and run with her.
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)23:27 No.9329138
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)23:27 No.9329138
 
    >>9329079
    3 is fucked up i don't care for flutters but i do like apple jack
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:29 No.9329184
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:29 No.9329184
 
    >>9329138
    Hey flutters is my favorite pony, i just hate angel and honestly i want that to fuck over 'Sunny' some how.
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:31 No.9329231
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:31 No.9329231
 
    "They're getting closer, Flutters," Applejack urges. "We can't save him! If we stay, we're all dead meat!"
 
    "Noooo, he can make it!" She shrieks. "He can!"
 
    "I'm sorry," you say. "He can't."
 
    You bring your hoof down, hard, on the rabbit.
 
    Silence. Stillness.
 
    The screaming starts. "Monster!" she shrieks, and lunges at you. Applejack catches her, but she continues to kick, lash and bite. "Murderer!"
 
    "Consarn it, Sunny," Applejack grunts. "That's cold."
 
    "We don't have TIME," you insist. "We needed to start running two minutes ago, now let's move!"
 
    She doesn't disagree. With the wailing Fluttershy on her back, Applejack and you bolt from the front door. The dead are almost on top of you now, but there's still just enough space to get by - another few moments, and there wouldn't be.
 
    You make the path and by then you're easily outpacing the dead. Fluttershy's stopped fighting, but it seems she won't ever stop crying.
 
    Applejack falls in pace besides you. "I can't say I'd have done the same thing, but..." she sighs. "I think you made the right decision." Fluttershy's wailing increases and Applejack gives her a jostle. "At least TRY to keep it down, before you bring the whole forest out on us!"
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:32 No.9329260
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:32 No.9329260
 
    >>9329231
    Daminit, forgot >[CONTINUE] again.
 
    (we've overshot my prewritten material, reaching end of episode now)
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:32 No.9329276
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:32 No.9329276
 
    >>9329260
    Continue
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)23:33 No.9329294
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)23:33 No.9329294
 
    >>9329260
    well thats to fukin bad i guess we will just go into chapter 2
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:39 No.9329473
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:39 No.9329473
 
    The three of you keep on galloping until daybreak. The first streaks of sunlight peek over the hills and touch the tips of trees, returning a rose light to the grey, drab world.
 
    Fluttershy does stop screaming, but seems completely catatonic. Applejack seems disturbed enough by the experience not to want to talk any further. As for you, every inch of your body aches.
 
    "At least Ponyville's not far," says Applejack, finally breaking the silence. "Hopefully trouble ain't reached there yet."
 
    You crest the last hill just as the sun makes an appearance over the horizon. Dawn light rolls across the plains and fields and onto the town of Ponyville below.
 
    "Sweet mother of mercy..." Applejack murmurs. Even Fluttershy seems to rouse enough to look.
 
    The town of Ponyville is pockmarked with fire and smoke. From the distance you can see swarms of the dead roaming the streets, with the occasional living pony visible through a window or on a roof. One is in the street, but he doesn't last long. The train is wrecked just outside of town, blocking the route toward Canterlot.
 
    And above it all, you can hear the screaming, the rustling of rotting limbs, smell burned flesh and hair. It's hell on Equestria.
 
    "Mac and Applebloom are waiting for us by the town hall," Applejack says, less than certain. The town hall looks battered, but the main doors are unbroken. A sheet-sign hangs from the roof, which says 'Alive Insid' before running out of room.
 
    >Then that's our next stop.
    >Ponyville looks done. We might have to move on...
    >Is there anywhere else in town they might go instead?
    >I'll follow your lead.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:39 No.9329478
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:39 No.9329478
 
    >>9329231
    Wow... that was fucking cold.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:40 No.9329512
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:40 No.9329512
 
    >>9329473
    Gotta head into Ponyville.
 
>>
Mr.SH
03/24/13(Sun)23:42 No.9329565
Mr.SH 03/24/13(Sun)23:42 No.9329565
 
    >>9329473
    choice A
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)23:42 No.9329581
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)23:42 No.9329581
 
    >>9329473
    go to pinkie and get a donut for big mac and apple bloom
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:53 No.9329907
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:53 No.9329907
 
    "Then that's where we're headed," you say, with as much resolve as you have left.
 
    "Darn right," agrees Applejack. "Come on, dawn's wastin'."
 
    "Y-you can let me down now," whispers Fluttershy, barely audible.
 
    Applejack gently lowers her to the ground, where she stands on shaking legs. "I-I-I can walk," she murmurs. "I'll come too."
 
    "Uh... maybe y'should fly for now," Applejack suggests. "Skies seem clear."
 
    "N-no... can't fly, can't... won't leave you." As if from nowhere she suddenly musters a loathing glare that penetrates you to your soul. "Won't leave you with this MONSTER."
 
    "Easy there," says Applejack. "We ah, we need to work together for now, okay?" She says nothing, so Applejack lets it slide. "I'll look after her for now. You take he lead."
 
    "Okay," you say, uneasy. You turn toward the road to town, already littered with blood and ashes. "Let's do this."
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:55 No.9329952
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:55 No.9329952
 
    >>9329907
    OP, WHERE ARE THE CHOICES!? WAHAER
 
>>
OP
03/24/13(Sun)23:56 No.9329962
OP 03/24/13(Sun)23:56 No.9329962
 
    NEXT TIME, ON THE TROTTING DEAD
 
    "This plague is like nothing I've ever read about," says Twilight, awe in her voice. "It's horrible, but amazing. You know, I don't even know if it's magic-based?"
 
    "Try not to sound too impressed!" snaps Rainbow Dash. "Its out friends that're trapped out there with it and our friends that it's killing!"
 
    ***
 
    "How can we trust this stallion with no name?" asks Rarity, peeking at you from behind the doors of the town hall. "I don't want to sound like a gossip, but his arrival and the appearance of these monsters is... conveniently coincidental."
 
    "Now just hold on a cotton-pickin' minute!" shouts Applejack. "Sunny might be a bit hard, but he's a good pony! Me'n Flutters might not be here right now if it weren't for him, so if y'wont let him in, ya might as well not let me in!"
 
    ***
 
    "Too many," Mac grunts, before looking you in the eyes. "Too many of them, and too many of us. Trying to get this many outta Ponyville won't work."
 
    "I don't like what you're implying, Mac."
 
    "I don't like it none either, but these're the hard choices, stranger."
 
    ***
 
    "HEEEEEEY, new friend!" comes a shriek from down below. You turn to down into the cellar from whence it came and see only darkness. "I haven't thrown you a PARTY yet!"
 
    "Now isn't the time, Pinkie!" Rainbow Dash shouts. 'Now come outta there, before we have to come in after you!"
 
    And that's when the laughing starts.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/24/13(Sun)23:57 No.9329996
Anonymous 03/24/13(Sun)23:57 No.9329996
 
    >>9329962
    Give us a time.... give us something, OP!
 
>>
shamwow
03/24/13(Sun)23:59 No.9330052
shamwow 03/24/13(Sun)23:59 No.9330052
 
    >>9329962
    tell us when you will be back OP
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)00:00 No.9330068
OP 03/25/13(Mon)00:00 No.9330068
 
    This was fun. There was actually a lot of variety in the choices. You could've ended up sleeping in the farmhouse, could've won or lost Applejack's trust in different ways, could've ended up with her or Fluttershy dead or trusting/not trusting you from the cottage scene, and hell you could've made straight for town (and skipped straight to some of the Ponyville scenes, but I only had branches worked out for Ponyville if you didn't help the Apples).
 
    Thanks for playing, I'll do a second episode some time for sure.
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)00:00 No.9330092
OP 03/25/13(Mon)00:00 No.9330092
 
    I guess I'll be back tomorrow, same time - 8 eastern should do.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)00:01 No.9330111
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)00:01 No.9330111
 
    >>9330092
    Looking forward to it. Awesome!
 
>>
shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)00:02 No.9330143
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)00:02 No.9330143
 
    >>9330092
    see you latter OP and use same pick as before
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)00:02 No.9330153
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)00:02 No.9330153
 
    >>9330092
    Color me very interested, OP. Will be (im)patiently waiting.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)00:02 No.9330160
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)00:02 No.9330160
 
    >AJ is Kenny, but not a score-keeping faggot, and also a girl
    Yesssssss
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)00:19 No.9330659
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)00:19 No.9330659
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    >>9330160
    >MUH FAMILY
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)00:34 No.9331011
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)00:34 No.9331011
 
    "STAY IN THE FUCKING HOUSE APPLEBLOOM!"
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)08:23 No.9337948
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)08:23 No.9337948
 
    Somepony needs to eat
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)14:40 No.9342478
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)14:40 No.9342478
 
    I guess if this thread's still up by eight we could reuse it
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)16:19 No.9344006
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)16:19 No.9344006
 
    Bump
 
>>
OP
Trotting Dead Quest Episode 2 03/25/13(Mon)20:00 No.9348868
Trotting Dead Quest Episode 2 OP 03/25/13(Mon)20:00 No.9348868
 
    You, Applejack and Fluttershy take your time on the road into Ponyville. There's plenty to avoid - potholes, blood, ashes – and every time you hear the tell-tale moaning of a dead pony the three of you freeze. Your luck holds, however, and you make it into town without running into any packs.
 
    “Town hall ain't far at all,” Applejack reassures you. “See that big buildin' with the sign? S'gotta still be secure. Everyone'll be inside, you'll see.”
 
    Fluttershy continues to trail behind you two without comment.
 
    You must be luckier than you thought. Even with all the signs of struggle and chaos, the streets are empty all the way to the town hall. You start to wonder if maybe daylight scares them off.
 
    “We made it!” exclaims Applejack, the relief palpable. “Look! Way's clear!”
 
    Sure enough, the tall town hall is before you, and while there's boards over the windows the doors seem undamaged. Scattered about the square are bodies, many horribly ravaged, but none moving at the moment.
 
    >Anybody you recognize?
    >Hello in there! Let us in!
    >Maybe you girls should go first, they don't know me.
    >...
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)20:43 No.9349850
OP 03/25/13(Mon)20:43 No.9349850
 
    Frankly I could use the extra time anyway. I'll come back with a fully-realized and written out second episode!
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)21:08 No.9350342
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)21:08 No.9350342
 
    >>9349850
    You betrayed our trust!
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)21:21 No.9350665
OP 03/25/13(Mon)21:21 No.9350665
 
    >>9350342
    Hey man I was here on time and everything, nobody posted a response for 40 minutes.
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)21:29 No.9350848
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)21:29 No.9350848
 
    the second choice OP
 
    where were you
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)21:34 No.9350970
OP 03/25/13(Mon)21:34 No.9350970
 
    "Hey there!" you call out as the three of you approach the door. "Anybody home? Hello!"
 
    You get no reaction. Fluttershy lets out a fearful squeak.
 
    "Maybe they didn't hear ya," Applejack mutters, before yelling at the top of her lungs "Hey! Anybody in the town hall? Big Mac! Applebloom! Holler if y'can hear me!"
 
    “Applejack?” a female voice calls from the other side of the door. “It's Rainbow Dash! I knew you'd make it!”
 
    “Can't say I've ever been happier t'hear your voice, sugarcube!” says Applejack, wiping sweat from her brow. “Are Big Mac and Applebloom in there with you?”
 
    “Yeah they're here safe and sound!” Dash calls back. “Hold on, we'll get the doors open!”
 
    After a moment's rustling, the doors open and a number of ponies come on. Big Macintosh is there, looking none the worse for wear, as is a blue mare with a rainbow mane – Rainbow Dash, you presume. Alongside them is a white-coated mare with a splendid purple mane.
 
    Dash lights up when she sees Fluttershy. “And you found Fluttershy! Way to go, Applejack! I never doubted you for a second!” She rushes up to Fluttershy to give her a hug, but Fluttershy backs away, looking at the ground. When Dash hesitates, Fluttershy hurries past her and into the hall. “What's gotten into her?”
 
    “And who IS your friend over there?” asks the third pony, giving you an uncertain look. “I don't believe we've met before. This is Rainbow Dash, Big Macintosh, and I am Rarity. And you are...?”
 
    >Call me Sunny
    >I don't remember my name
    >...
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)21:39 No.9351089
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)21:39 No.9351089
 
    >>9350970
    >...
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)21:43 No.9351159
OP 03/25/13(Mon)21:43 No.9351159
 
    "His name's Sunny," Applejack offers on your behalf. "We found'm by the fence the day before all this craziness started. He's a little beat up and confused but he's solid as a rock."
 
    “Big Mac mentioned him, but didn't want to say much. A bit of a strange story,” says Rarity. She looks you up and down. “I'm not sure what to make of you.”
 
    “Me neither,” rumbles Big Mac. “Keeps his word, though.”
 
    “Well right now we could use all the help we can get!” Dash exclaims, and extends a hoof for you to tap. Before you can, however, Rarity pushes it back down.
 
    “This isn't some game, Rainbow Dash! This is serious! And I can't say by the look of him this... stranger inspires much confidence.” She looks toward you flank and pulls a face. “I mean, look at his mark!”
 
    >I saved the Apple family's lives back there!
    >I don't need your trust, but you might need my help
    >Give me a chance
    >...
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)21:48 No.9351300
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)21:48 No.9351300
 
    >>9351159
    give me a chance bitch horse
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)21:51 No.9351366
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)21:51 No.9351366
 
    >>9351159
    >>I don't need your trust, but you might need my help
    This.
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)21:55 No.9351480
OP 03/25/13(Mon)21:55 No.9351480
 
    "At least give me a chance to prove myself," you ask. "If you won't, I don't think I'd stand much of a chance out here."
 
    Rarity affixes you with a hard look, betraying slight regret. "I know it sounds cruel to be suspicious, but at a time like this we can't afford to be careless." She turns to her friends, and adds "I don't want to sound like a gossip, but his arrival and the appearance of these monsters is... conveniently coincidental."
 
    "Now just hold on a cotton-pickin' minute!" shouts Applejack. "Sunny might be a bit hard, but he's a good pony! Me'n Flutters might not be here right now if it weren't for him, so if y'wont let him in, ya might as well not let me in!"
 
    There's a pause as Dash and Rarity exchange looks. Dash gives a nod and Rarity sighs before standing aside to let you pass. “We were always going to let you in, dear,” she mumbles. “I just thought asking a few questions first might be... prudent."
 
    >No offence taken, lead on.
    >We've got enough problems without being closed-minded.
    >...
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)21:57 No.9351539
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)21:57 No.9351539
 
    >>9351480
    first choice
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)21:59 No.9351579
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)21:59 No.9351579
 
    >>9351480
    >>We've got enough problems without being closed-minded.
    this.
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:00 No.9351598
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:00 No.9351598
 
    "No offense taken, you're just looking out for your friends." You gesture for Rarity to lead on, which she is happy to do, and the five of you enter the town hall.
 
    The inside of the town hall is a spacious affair with balconies, a stage and space for arranging seating. A few dozen ponies are scattered about, from little foals to seniors, all looking sad and scared. A low susurrus of whispering hangs in the air.
 
    Within two steps a cry of “You made it!” cuts the air and Applebloom comes barrling into Applejack. She wraps herself around her older sister's neck in the tightest of hugs. “Ah knew you would! And you got Miss Fluttershy, too!”
 
    “Yep, we just about managed,” saysApplejack with a smile. She pulls her sister loose and puts her back on the ground. “Miss Fluttershy's feelin' pretty low, though. Why don't you and your friends try t'cheer her up?”
 
    “Me and Sweetie Belle'll do our best!” she exclaims, beaming, before her spirits falter. “Scootaloo's still missin', though...”
 
    Applejack's smile dies. “It's okay, sugarcube. You go on and play.” Applebloom scurries off toward a small, white filly - Sweetie Belle, you presume - while Applejack watches her go. "Ain't right..."
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:01 No.9351616
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:01 No.9351616
 
    With Applebloom having run off, Big Mac joins you. “Looks like you were right,” he concedes. “I shouldn't've doubted you.”
 
    “Wouldn't've happened without Sunny,” says Applejack. “He had to... put Angel down, though. It was that or leave Fluttershy behind. I don't think she's takin' it too well.”
 
    Big Mac looks to you and then over to Fluttershy. “Well, that's better'n dead. Thanks, stranger.”
 
    Dash comes back from pulling the door shut. “This door won't hold forever. We need to come up with a plan!”
 
    “Who's in charge?” asks Applejack. “The mayor?”
 
    Dash bites her lip. “The mayor... couldn't handle it. She's... still in her office. We blocked the door.”
 
    Applejack curses and spits. “Okay, who does that leave?”
 
    “Us, dear,” says Rarity, as she joins you. “As the Elements of Harmony, it is our duty to assume leadership in a crisis.”
 
    “The hall should hold long enough for us to figure out what to do next,” says Applejack. She turns to you. “We'll get to work. Come talk to somebody if you wanna help out.”
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:02 No.9351650
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:02 No.9351650
 
    [The Town Hall is a hub location for this episode! Talk to characters to receive missions and advice. You will be clearly warned when advancing the plot away from the hub location!]
 
    The Town Hall is filled with Ponyville survivors, congregating in small groups. They look to you and your new friends with just a shred of hope, but for the most part they're forlorn.
 
    You can see Rainbow Dash pouring over a map spread out in the middle of the room, making notes and taking measurements.
 
    Applejack is watching the door, looking out cracks in the boards for signs of trouble.
 
    Big Mac is up in one of the balconies, looking down on the hall.
 
    Fluttershy is curled up in a ball in one corner of the room, with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle nearby.
 
    Rarity sits among the largest knot of survivors, sharing calming words with them.
 
    >Talk to Applejack
    >Talk to Rarity
    >Talk to Big Mac
    >Talk to Fluttershy
    >Talk to Applebloom and Sweetie Belle
 
    Some branches are just stubs right now, meaning I will have to write them in full when they're chosen. Feel free to choose anything but there will be variable waits between updates
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:04 No.9351701
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:04 No.9351701
 
    >>9351650
    Rarity
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:04 No.9351707
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:04 No.9351707
 
    >>9351650
    >>Talk to Applebloom and Sweetie Belle
    This, offer to make their last moments...enjoyable~
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:06 No.9351751
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:06 No.9351751
 
    Rarity lifts her head from the general conversation she's engaged in when you approach and breaks off to greet you. “Sorry about my... discourtesy, earlier, darling. These are trying times.” She goes for a smile, but it falls flat. “There's a lot that needs to be done if any of us are to survive.
 
    “Most dire is the supply situation.” Rarity turns and gestures widely at the ponies around her. “It hardly matters how many we save if we all starve or can't treat our injuries. We need food and medical supplies. And maybe some toiletries. And a few decorations for these drab...” she seems to snap out of her distraction. “No! Essentials only.”
 
    “Okay,” you say. “Where can we find this stuff?”
 
    “Luckily for us, today's market day,” says Rarity. “If you can make it to the market, there should be enough food left over to last us a few days. Nurse Redheart is... no longer with us, but her clinic should still be well-supplied.” She pauses, with a wistful expression. “I'd love to make just one more trip by my boutique, but... oh, don't be foolish old girl.”
 
    >Let's talk food.
    >Let's talk medical supplies.
    >I need to ask around first
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)22:06 No.9351755
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)22:06 No.9351755
 
    >>9351650
    talk to big mac
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:08 No.9351805
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:08 No.9351805
 
    >>9351751
    Medicine.
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:09 No.9351831
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:09 No.9351831
 
    >>9351751
    Ask around
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:12 No.9351895
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:12 No.9351895
 
    >>9351751
    Food.
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:13 No.9351912
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:13 No.9351912
 
    "We might have a lot of injuries soon enough," you say. "Let's talk medicine. Where's this clinic?"
 
    "It's in town. There was a hospital at the edge of Ponyville, but they were swamped with cases in the night, and when the outbreak started it burned to the ground. The clinic was relatively untouched, however. Still... I did see a pack of those... creatures drag Redheart into the street and..." her voice peters out and for a moment Rarity's composure weakens.
 
    She regains it quickly enough and says "We can handle it together. Too many ponies and we'll attract attention, but with your help and my guidance we can be in and out in the blink of an eye!"
 
    >Uh, are you sure you're up for this?
    >Glad for the help.
    >Actually, let me ask about something else [if you pick this please say what it is you want to ask about from previous options]
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:15 No.9351954
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:15 No.9351954
 
    >>9351912
    Second option
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:16 No.9351979
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:16 No.9351979
 
    >>9351912
    Second one.
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)22:17 No.9351994
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)22:17 No.9351994
 
    >>9351954
    >>9351979
    i'll let u guys decide
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:18 No.9352014
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:18 No.9352014
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    Holy shit OP , can you suck my deck ? pls.
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:20 No.9352063
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:20 No.9352063
 
    >>9351912
    Yeah, 2nd op.
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:22 No.9352113
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:22 No.9352113
 
    "Sounds good to me," you say, with a grin. "You lead the way and I'll keep you covered."
 
    "Oh really, darling?" Rarity replies with an arched eyebrow. "And who's to say I won't be the one covering you? But enough chit-chat, we have work to do!"
 
    The two of you head over to the door, which Applejack opens for you. "I should be goin' with you two," she mutters, as you pass.
 
    "Someone has to look after the place while we're gone. And DO try to keep Rainbow Dash out of trouble, will you?"
 
    "Hah! Leavin' me all the tough jobs, ain'cha?"
 
    Rarity leads the way through the devastated town. You see no signs of life, but thankfully no signs of undeath either. The occasional guttering fire, broken window or smear of blood does little for your nerves.
 
    "The clinic's just over... oh bother," Rarity mutters. She ducks into an alley and gestures for you to follow. From there, she points down the main road. "Look!"
 
    It's plainly a clinic, but a mob of dead ponies are clustered by the entrance. Most of the front wall's given way and every window has been smashed, and blood smears every available surface. You count at least ten, maybe more.
 
    "Too many to fight," Rarity hisses. "We need a plan!"
 
    >Too many for YOU to fight, maybe!
    >Maybe we can get in through the back door?
    >Let's look around for something that could help
    >Any ideas?
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:24 No.9352166
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:24 No.9352166
 
    >>9352113
    >Maybe we can get in through the back door?
    This ^
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:24 No.9352176
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:24 No.9352176
 
    >>9352113
    Option 4. See if she can teleport you both in. If not, option 2.
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)22:25 No.9352198
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)22:25 No.9352198
 
    >>9352113
    3 is best
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:29 No.9352286
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:29 No.9352286
 
    "Is there a back door?"
 
    Rarity pauses to think. "...Yes. We can follow the alleys, IF we stay quiet and out of sight."
 
    The two of you begin to creep through the alleys, taking your time as you pass over rubbish and ruin. Oddly the alleys are relatively free of the dead. "Most ponies must have tried for the road out of town," Rarity suggests. "I don't...think that worked."
 
    It's a much longer trip and there are moments when you freeze at a nearby sound, but eventually you manage to reach the alley behind the clinic. Even here, however, there are three dead ponies standing by the back door.
 
    There's a sharp intake of breath when you spot the three moving corpses. Rarity has a hoof over her mouth. "Sorry, dear," she whispers. "I... knew one of those ponies."
 
    >Which one?
    >We can take them by surprise
    >Is there some way we could draw them away?
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:31 No.9352332
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:31 No.9352332
 
    >>9352286
    >>Which one?
    This.
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)22:31 No.9352336
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)22:31 No.9352336
 
    >>9352286
    which one
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:32 No.9352348
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:32 No.9352348
 
    >>9352286
    Number 1.
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:33 No.9352379
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:33 No.9352379
 
    >>9352286
    Op 1. Get on their good side. Then you can get inside.
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:38 No.9352466
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:38 No.9352466
 
    "Which one?" you ask, glancing at the dead ponies. Frankly you find it hard to identify them, with so many teeth marks and so much blood and muck.
 
    "I HARDLY think that's relevant at the moment!" Rarity snaps, but she quickly regains control and glances around to make sure she wasn't heard. "No matter. There's nothing more we can do for them, and we need to get past. Hmm..." she looks around again, this time with a critical eye.
 
    "We must be quick and quiet, so as not to alert the ones around the front entrance. You draw their attention this way, and when they're close to us and sufficiently far from their fellows..." Rarity's horn glows, and a series of nails comes free from a wooden fence. "I take them down with these."
 
    >Couldn't you use something a little heavier than a fistful of nails?
    >Too risky. We should rush them.
    >If you're sure. I'll get their attention.
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:40 No.9352512
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:40 No.9352512
 
    >>9352466
    For the record, fistful is for our benefit.
 
    Our protagonist will obviously say a HOOF-full of nails.
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)22:41 No.9352526
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)22:41 No.9352526
 
    >>9352466
    1 but how hard can see fling them
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:41 No.9352534
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:41 No.9352534
 
    >>9352466
    >You will never find out who it was
    > ;_;
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:44 No.9352600
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:44 No.9352600
 
    You look at Rarity's hoof-full of nails incredulously. "You know Applejack's grandma had a gun, right?"
 
    "My dear, you'd be surprised what a lady can do with her nails," Rarity replies, giving a small smile. "Now shoo! We're wasting time!"
 
    You're still doubtful, but to make her point she pricks you on the flank with one of them and you lurch into the alley. The three dead ponies cease their aimless shuffling and freeze. Did they hear you? Are they listening to you?
 
    >Uh, hi?
    >Over here, idiots!
    >*try approaching them*
    >*try running away*
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:45 No.9352640
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:45 No.9352640
 
    >>9352600
    Second option.
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:45 No.9352643
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:45 No.9352643
 
    >>9352600
    >3rd option...?
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)22:46 No.9352664
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)22:46 No.9352664
 
    >>9352600
    option 1
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:48 No.9352700
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:48 No.9352700
 
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzxkPOxcKiA
    >Tsw we're gonna be infected and have applebloom telling us to stay alive at the end
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:48 No.9352710
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:48 No.9352710
 
    "Over here, idiots!" you shout. This they definitely notice.
 
    The three dead ponies start stumbling toward you, growling and groaning. They're a little faster than you expect, and you find yourself backpedaling back down the alley fast.
 
    You pass by Rarity's hiding spot, followed close after by the first dead pony. The nails fly into view and start stabbing it in the head with needlework-precision. It stumbles after a few hits, but eventually they seem to do enough damage to what's left of the head for the creature to go down.
 
    The second follows the same way, and once again the nails do their work.
 
    But the third...
 
    At the third, the nails get stuck in a fragment of skull. Rarity's head pops up from behind the trash can she's using to hide and gives you a panicked look.
 
    >Kick to the head!
    >Keep backing up
    >Cast about for a bludgeon
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:49 No.9352728
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:49 No.9352728
 
    >>9352710
    Second option.
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:50 No.9352746
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:50 No.9352746
 
    >>9352710
    1.
    >>9352728
    We're gonna be bitten if we do this.
    For sure.
 
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shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)22:51 No.9352783
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)22:51 No.9352783
 
    >>9352710
    option 1 you already killed a rabbit go for two
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)22:55 No.9352893
OP 03/25/13(Mon)22:55 No.9352893
 
    You keep backing up, but the dead pony is gaining on you. Short of turning and running you seem to be running out of options. You take a moment to really look the approaching monster in the face
 
    She's a she, an earth pony, and once she was a light blue. Most of her face has been torn off, though she's still wearing a small collar, stained brown with dry blood.
 
    Suddenly her head explodes in viscera. Rarity is standing just behind her, a plank held telekinetically, while red blood splatters on to her coat. She's breathing heavily and shoots you an angry look.
 
    "And just WHERE did you think you were going?" she snaps. "And what sort of distraction was that? Shouting was EXACTLY what we DIDN'T want to do to avoid alerting the other... the..." Rarity once again struggles to regain her composure, but a few moments' heavy breathing and she settles down. "I'm fine."
 
    She looks down at the dead pony between you two, and says "Her name was Lotus Blossom, a friend from the spa. Her... partner? Sister? Is back at the town hall." Rarity pauses. "You know, I went there every week, and I never thought to ask anything about her."
 
    >Let's get those supplies
    >Thanks for saving me
    >There was nothing we could do
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:56 No.9352919
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:56 No.9352919
 
    >>9352893
    Third option.
 
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Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)22:57 No.9352937
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)22:57 No.9352937
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    >>9352700
    >Keep that mane short
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:04 No.9353143
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:04 No.9353143
 
    "There was nothing we could do for her now," you say, stepping over the body to Rarity's side. "I'm sorry."
 
    "Don't be," Rarity murmurs. "Come on, there's still much we can do for the living."
 
    The two of you sneak in through the back door of the clinic, which is blessedly unlocked. A lot of cupboards and boxes have been open, but not much has been taken. Rarity quickly fills a sack with everything the two of you can carry - bandages, stitching kits, disinfectant, and pills of every description. You keep an eye out at the front entrance.
 
    The dead ponies outside are far too close, and some look like they're looking right at you. Rarity is delicate in her movements, however, and makes not a sound while filling the bags. "This is all we can take," she whispers. "Let's go!"
 
    With a bag on each of your backs, the two of you blitz out of the back door and back through the alleys, abandoning stealth for speed. Your luck holds, and you make it all the way back to the town hall without further incident.
 
    When Applejack opens the door she's surprised. "You two scored quite a haul there, can't say I was expectin' that."
 
    "I do love exceeding expectations," Rarity remarks with a smile. "Any trouble?"
 
    "None yet, it's quiet enough while the sun's up."
 
    "Thanks again for your help, dear," Rarity says to you while relieving you of the second bag. "I'll see about securing our new supplies. Talk to me again when you're ready to go after fresh provisions.
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
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OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:05 No.9353163
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:05 No.9353163
 
    The Town Hall is filled with Ponyville survivors, congregating in small groups. They look to you and your new friends with just a shred of hope, but for the most part they're forlorn.
 
    You can see Rainbow Dash pouring over a map spread out in the middle of the room, making notes and taking measurements.
 
    Applejack is watching the door, looking out cracks in the boards for signs of trouble.
 
    Big Mac is up in one of the balconies, looking down on the hall.
 
    Fluttershy is curled up in a ball in one corner of the room, with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle nearby.
 
    Rarity sits among the largest knot of survivors, sharing calming words with them.
 
    >Talk to Applejack
    >Talk to Rarity
    >Talk to Big Mac
    >Talk to Fluttershy
    >Talk to Applebloom and Sweetie Belle
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:06 No.9353202
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:06 No.9353202
 
    >>9353163
    Talk to fluttershy, explain yourself.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:06 No.9353209
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:06 No.9353209
 
    >>9353163
    Talk to the kids.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:07 No.9353214
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:07 No.9353214
 
    >>9353163
    Talk to Big Mac, inquire about Twilight/Pinkie/other survivors he might have seen on his way in to town.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:07 No.9353215
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:07 No.9353215
 
    >>9353163
    Talk to other spa pone.
    We need more feels.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:07 No.9353234
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:07 No.9353234
 
    >>9353163
    Fluttershy
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:08 No.9353241
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:08 No.9353241
 
    >>9353215
    seconding this
 
>>
shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)23:09 No.9353280
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)23:09 No.9353280
 
    >>9353163
    talk to the mac daddy of apples
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:09 No.9353286
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:09 No.9353286
 
    You approach Fluttershy. Applebloom notices you and gives Sweetie Belle a nudge, and the two fillies quietly scarper. You have the whole quiet corner of the hall to yourself.
 
    Fluttershy can't bring herself to look at you. Her eyes are puffy from crying but she seems to have no tears left.
 
    >I'm sorry, it was the only way
    >There's no point crying about it, this is what it takes to survive
    >These ponies need you. Don't let what happened stand in the way of that
    >...
    >*Leave*
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:10 No.9353309
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:10 No.9353309
 
    >>9353286
    Third option Dammit, I'm so tempted of choosing second
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:11 No.9353321
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:11 No.9353321
 
    >>9353286
    number 1.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:11 No.9353334
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:11 No.9353334
 
    >>9353286
    option 1
 
>>
shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)23:11 No.9353336
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)23:11 No.9353336
 
    >>9353286
    3
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:11 No.9353347
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:11 No.9353347
 
    >>9353286
    the first one.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:14 No.9353396
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:14 No.9353396
 
    >>9353347
    First. Let her destroy your argument and make you look like an ass.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:18 No.9353499
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:18 No.9353499
 
    >>9353286
    1
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:21 No.9353563
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:21 No.9353563
 
    When it's clear you're not walking away, Fluttershy finally looks up at you with a cold, bitter expression.
 
    "I know you're mad at me right now," you begin. "Maybe you've got that right. I'm not here to argue about that. But look around you..."
 
    You gesture to the hall of sad, desperate ponies. "These ponies need you. You're not doing anyone any good dwelling on what happened. I'm not asking for you to forgive me or say I made the right decision, but at least try to keep it together. For your friends' sakes."
 
    A few moments pass as you stare each other down. Fluttershy takes a deep breath and gets to her hooves, shakily at first, but then smoothly. "I know," she says, in an even tone. "I know they need me. Angel needed me, and I couldn't help him either."
 
    You want to say something, but her wings pop out in a surprisingly forceful gesture. "But I won't let that stop me from trying. There's still plenty I can do, and I will. When I'm needed. Which my friends already know. What I don't need right now is to get in everyone's way and make myself a burden. I don't need to distract them with my feelings while they're trying to save Ponyville.
 
    "And most of all, I don't need a lecture from you about how to take care of my friends." Her eyes narrow into angry slits, and her wings slowly fold back into place. She settles back down on to the floor. "I'm here if any pony needs me. Any pony except you. Now please go. We're frightening the children."
 
    You turn and see Applebloom and Sweetie Belle watching from a respectful distance.
 
    You turn and walk away.
 
    >[RETURN TO HUB]
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:25 No.9353659
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:25 No.9353659
 
    >>9353563
    Talk to Big Mac, ask if he has any ideas on a long term plan.
 
>>
shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)23:25 No.9353663
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)23:25 No.9353663
 
    >>9353563
    talk to big mac
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:27 No.9353726
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:27 No.9353726
 
    You join Big Mac on the balcony. He looks down at the ponies below with an inscrutable, blank expression. He doesn't acknowledge your arrival, but he begins to speak.
 
    "Too many," Mac grunts, before looking you in the eyes. "Too many of them, and too many of us. Trying to get this many outta Ponyville won't work."
 
    "I don't like what you're implying, Mac,” you murmur.
 
    "I don't like it none either, but these're the hard choices, stranger." He gives you a glance. “You knew we had t'leave granny behind, but then you risked it all to save Fluttershy. You were right, but it was risky. I can't go losin' what family I have left.”
 
    >We need a way to get everyone out of Ponyville.
    >If it comes down to it, who do you take?
    >I'm not having this discussion right now.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:27 No.9353730
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:27 No.9353730
 
    >>9353563
    Ask big mac to give flutters the D
 
>>
shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)23:29 No.9353791
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)23:29 No.9353791
 
    >>9353726
    2 and 1
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:31 No.9353845
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:31 No.9353845
 
    >>9353791
    this
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:32 No.9353865
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:32 No.9353865
 
    >>9353726
    2.
    Have to keep the strongest, sad as that is.
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:36 No.9353970
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:36 No.9353970
 
    "Okay," you say. "What if we really can't get everyone out. What then?"
 
    Big Mac turns away from the crowd below and faces the stairs back down. "The trouble's Applejack, no surprise. She won't go anywhere without her friends, and each'a them's got family and friends they wanna bring. Bare minimum I can work is..."
 
    He pauses, doing the numbers in his head. "Ten. And that's bare minimum. If Pinkie won't leave the Cakes or Rarity can find her parents, well..." he sighs. "We'll be taking half the town with us."
 
    "We need to find a way to get everyone out of Ponyville."
 
    "There's only one way. Unfortunately, train's busted bad." Mac shakes his head. "Coupla smart ponies tried ridin' it out first sign of trouble, but word is an accident broke the track. Damn thing careened off and left coach-cars scattered all over the dang place.
 
    "If we could get it back on the tracks... maybe we could get outta here. Gimme some time t'think it over. If y'find anythin' useful, bring it back." With that, Mac sinks into deep thought, and you wander away.
 
    >[RETURN TO HUB]
 
>>
shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)23:38 No.9354030
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)23:38 No.9354030
 
    >>9353970
    talk to the kids
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:41 No.9354097
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:41 No.9354097
 
    >>9354030
    Seconded.
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:42 No.9354131
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:42 No.9354131
 
    You approach Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. Fluttershy gives you a cold look but says nothing, so you try to ignore her.
 
    "Hey Sunny!" Applebloom exclaims. "I heard you went out with Rarity and got a whole buncha bandages!"
 
    "Awww, luck-yyyy," Sweetie groans. "Rarity won't even let me go outside!" There's an adorable voice-crack on outside.
 
    "Did y'all fight any monsters?"
 
    >This isn't a game, kids
    >Rarity kicked their flanks
    >Do you really know what's going on?
    >Sorry, I don't have time to chat
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:43 No.9354163
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:43 No.9354163
 
    >>9354131
    First option mixed with the third for explanation.
 
>>
shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)23:43 No.9354167
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)23:43 No.9354167
 
    >>9354131
    option 3
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:43 No.9354175
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:43 No.9354175
 
    >>9354131
    option 1
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:47 No.9354274
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:47 No.9354274
 
    "We're not fighting *monsters*, okay? Those are real ponies out there." Sweetie Belle and Applebloom droop immediately. "Rarity and I did have to fight them, and if we'd screwed up we'd be dead right now, or worse. So don't go getting all excited - this isn't a game."
 
    "We're sorry, mister," Appleboom mumbles, looking ashamed. "We just wanted to... never mind."
 
    "Rarity doesn't know where our parents are," Sweetie Belle sniffles. "She keeps saying they'll be fine but I don't know how she's supposed to know that!"
 
    >Take it easy. We're getting you out of this.
    >They'll be fine, I promise
    >Well, that's the situation we're stuck with.
    >I have to go, we've got a lot of work to do.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:52 No.9354401
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:52 No.9354401
 
    >>9354274
    First option.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:52 No.9354407
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:52 No.9354407
 
    >>9354274
    a mix of 1 and 3
 
>>
shamwow
03/25/13(Mon)23:53 No.9354426
shamwow 03/25/13(Mon)23:53 No.9354426
 
    >>9354274
    option 1
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:56 No.9354496
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:56 No.9354496
 
    "Woah, hold on there," you say, and you lower your head down to the fillies' level. "Don't you worry. Yeah it's a tough situation we're stuck in, but we're all doing our very best to get out of it. The best thing you can do right now is be brave for your older sisters, okay?'
 
    Sweetie Belle sniffs again, but holds back her tears. "Okay, I can do that."
 
    "If y'all go out again... can ya look for Scootaloo?" Applebloom frowns. "We don't actually know where she lives... she used t'always turn up at school or the club house."
 
    You nod, and that seems to calm the two girls down a little. "Be careful out there, mister," Applebloom warns. "Remember what granny told ya."
 
    >[RETURN TO HUB]
 
>>
Anonymous
03/25/13(Mon)23:57 No.9354525
Anonymous 03/25/13(Mon)23:57 No.9354525
 
    >>9354496
    Talk to Rainbow. Ask what the map is for.
 
>>
OP
03/25/13(Mon)23:58 No.9354562
OP 03/25/13(Mon)23:58 No.9354562
 
    You go over to Dash and her map. It's of Ponyville, and she's set down several markers. When you approach she jumps into the air. “I hear you've got what it takes to get things done. Good! That's the kind of attitude we need right now.”
 
    You give her a nod, and she smiles. “Here's the situation. We've got most of the survivors accounted for here. I've been doing flybys over the town and there's not many places left to hide. I know where two of my best friends are, but I can't spring them alone.” She drops back to the ground and points at the map.
 
    “See that big tree? It's a library. Twilight Sparkle and her assistant Spike the dragon live there. I thought they'd be front and centre with this thing but instead they're nowhere to be found! I need to get in there and find out what happened.”
 
    She points over to the far side of town. “That's Sugarcube Corner, a sweet shop run by the Cake family. Nobody's seen any sign of them, or Pinkie Pie who works there. We can't leave without 'em!”
 
    Dash's resolved expression fades, and she adds “There's... someone else I need to find too, but I don't know where she lives.”
 
    >Who's this someone else?
    >Let's get Twilight first
    >Let's go to Sugarcube Corner
    >I have to ask around a bit first
 
>>
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs
03/26/13(Tue)00:00 No.9354597
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs 03/26/13(Tue)00:00 No.9354597
 
    >>9354562
    1
 
>>
shamwow
03/26/13(Tue)00:00 No.9354604
shamwow 03/26/13(Tue)00:00 No.9354604
 
    >>9354496
    is that someone scootaloo
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:00 No.9354606
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:00 No.9354606
 
    >>9354562
    Option 1. Does it have to do with the fillies friend?
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:01 No.9354654
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:01 No.9354654
 
    >>9354562
    >>9354604
 
    Betting on Scoots
 
>>
OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:03 No.9354680
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:03 No.9354680
 
    "This someone else... those fillies mentioned a friend named Scootaloo, said they didn't know where she lives."
 
    Rainbow Dash seems startled but recovers quickly. "Y-yeah. I sort of look out for her, when I can... but I haven't seen her anywhere yet. I..." a look of shame skitters across her face, fleeting but definitely there. "I don't know where she lives either.
 
    "Nothing we can do about her right now, though. Maybe we'll find her when we go after my other friends. Just... if you see an orange pegasus filly, you let me know."
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:04 No.9354732
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:04 No.9354732
 
    >>9354680
    Recommend the Treehouse.
 
>>
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs
03/26/13(Tue)00:06 No.9354806
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs 03/26/13(Tue)00:06 No.9354806
 
    >>9354732
    This.
 
>>
OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:08 No.9354846
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:08 No.9354846
 
    >>9354732
    [Strictly speaking not a conversation option (You've got the option to go after one of her friends or come back later), but...]
 
    "They mentioned a clubhouse, and a school?"
 
    "Yeah, I tried those already. I tried the clubhouse, and Cheerilee the teacher" Rainbow Dash points at a magenta pony in the crowd, "she told me Scootaloo wasn't at school this morning when she got the kids out."
 
>>
shamwow
03/26/13(Tue)00:10 No.9354917
shamwow 03/26/13(Tue)00:10 No.9354917
 
    >>9354846
    look for scootaloo when going out for twilight
 
>>
OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:14 No.9355016
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:14 No.9355016
 
    “Let's get Twilight Sparkle. How do we get to the library?”
 
    Dash nods and points to the map. “No place is far in Ponyville, but the library's still across a few major streets. There's packs of dead all over the place. I might be able to fly in, but I wouldn't be able to get them out – not to mention when they see me fly by sometimes the dead start following me."
 
    She draws a line across the rooftops. "I figure we can get there this way, cut down on our trouble. It's a long way to carry a pony, but I can get you up there no problem. Once we're close you just need to jump down and we can bolt for the door."
 
    >Sounds risky, but better than trying to cut our way through
    >Are you nuts? Do I look like a parkour expert?
    >On second thought, maybe we should back-burner this plan for now
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:15 No.9355042
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:15 No.9355042
 
    >>9355016
    First option.
 
>>
shamwow
03/26/13(Tue)00:18 No.9355130
shamwow 03/26/13(Tue)00:18 No.9355130
 
    >>9355042
    this out
 
>>
OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:22 No.9355208
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:22 No.9355208
 
    "Well, I'd rather go over the dead than through them," you mutter. "Okay, I'm in. Let's do it."
 
    "Awesome!" says Rainbow Dash, with a determined grin. "Get ready, 'cause here we go!"
 
    Without any more warning than that she dives into you, and with a beat of her wings takes flight into the rafters of the hall with you grappled between her hooves.
 
    A window is open in the ceiling, and you and Dash pop through just as her momentum begins to flag. She drops you unceremoniously on the roof, where you're reminded of how fresh many of your injuries are.
 
    "Not bad, am I right?" says Dash, with another grin. "Okay slow-poke, we've got a lot of sky to cover, so let's get moving. Just follow me!"
 
    While she can fly where you just walk, Dash at least has the decency to hover over obvious connections. A gangplank from the roof to a neighbouring building. A short alley she can lift you over. You start to make progress, and not a dead pony in sight.
 
    "So what happened back at Sweet Apple Acres, anyway?" asks Dash as you move. "The Apples are zipped up tight about it."
 
    >What do you think? Their grandmother died.
    >If they don't want to talk about it, neither should I.
    >We were overrun. Thousands of them. It was a nightmare.
    >...
 
>>
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs
03/26/13(Tue)00:23 No.9355229
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs 03/26/13(Tue)00:23 No.9355229
 
    >>9355208
    3
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:23 No.9355236
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:23 No.9355236
 
    >>9355208
    Third option; but remind Dash of keeping quiet about it.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:24 No.9355264
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:24 No.9355264
 
    >>9355229
    >>9355236
    Seconded.
 
>>
shamwow
03/26/13(Tue)00:24 No.9355271
shamwow 03/26/13(Tue)00:24 No.9355271
 
    >>9355208
    2 and 3
 
>>
OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:26 No.9355309
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:26 No.9355309
 
    "It was..." you pause, looking for the words. "It was a nightmare. Thousands of dead ponies, pouring out of the Everfree forest. We were surrounded on all sides. Granny Smith told us to get to safety, said she'd distract them as long as she could. Applejack wanted to stay. Macintosh and I had to carry her and Applebloom out..."
 
    Dash has been more silent than you've seen her so far. "Woah," she whispers. "Thousands? I knew it was bad, but I didn't think..." She pauses to help you over another alley. "What about Fluttershy? It looks like something broke. In her head."
 
    >I think she'd want to tell that story herself.
    >I did what I had to in order to get us out alive
    >She can't handle this
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:26 No.9355333
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:26 No.9355333
 
    >>9355309
    Second option.
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:27 No.9355349
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:27 No.9355349
 
    >>9355333
    Second.
 
>>
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs
03/26/13(Tue)00:28 No.9355371
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs 03/26/13(Tue)00:28 No.9355371
 
    >>9355309
    second
 
>>
shamwow
03/26/13(Tue)00:28 No.9355377
shamwow 03/26/13(Tue)00:28 No.9355377
 
    >>9355349
    second
 
>>
OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:31 No.9355449
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:31 No.9355449
 
    "Big Macintosh was against going after Fluttershy, but Applejack insisted, so I went with her. By the time we'd gotten there, the dead had already cut their way through her animal friends. The smell..." you have to stop for a moment, to catch your breath and keep down the nausea.
 
    "When we found her, she was cradling a dying rabbit. Wouldn't leave it. The dead were closing in, so... I did what I had to, to get her to leave."
 
    "You mean you- you really? I mean," Dash lands on the roof for a moment, giving you a confused look. "I don't know what to think of that. I'm glad you saved Fluttershy, but she's..." She sighs, and takes off again. "You're a real piece of work, stranger."
 
    You're as close as the rooftops can take you. The tree-library is near, but there's still space between the ground below and the door. Thankfully, you can't see any dead.
 
    >Lower me down, I'll walk up to the door.
    >Can you carry me to the library? Maybe we can land on a balcony.
    >What now?
 
>>
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs
03/26/13(Tue)00:32 No.9355482
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs 03/26/13(Tue)00:32 No.9355482
 
    >>9355449
    1
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:33 No.9355504
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:33 No.9355504
 
    >>9355449
 
    Why not use some dragons to kill the zombies? It makes sense, and the pegasai can just easily drop rocks on the hordes.
 
    In reality they'd be laughably easy to defeat if everyone in the sotry just got out of the "OMG ZOMBIES RUNRUNRUN" mentality.
 
>>
shamwow
03/26/13(Tue)00:33 No.9355505
shamwow 03/26/13(Tue)00:33 No.9355505
 
    >>9355449
    carry me
 
    just wondering what happened to the pegesus and unicorns
 
>>
Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:33 No.9355516
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:33 No.9355516
 
    >>9355449
    2, don't risk 1
 
>>
OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:39 No.9355691
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:39 No.9355691
 
    "Lower me down, I can walk from here."
 
    "If you're sure," Dash mutters. She manages to ease you down to the ground and lands beside you. The coast seems clear.
 
    You start walking to the library, but only get half-way before cracking face-first into an invisible wall.
 
    "Son-of-a-fuuuuuuhh!" Dash snaps, stumbling backward alongside you and rubbing her nose. "Huh?" She taps the air ahead, and a ripple rolls over an invisible sphere. "A forcefield? Seriously? Hey! Twi! What are you playing at?!"
 
    "Keep your voices down!" an unfamiliar voice hisses. You look up and see the door of the library's open, and a small, purple dragon is standing there wearing pillows tied to to his body and a bucket on his head. "You'll attract them!"
 
    "Spike! Tell Twilight to drop her stupid bubble, we're coming in!"
 
    "I already did!" says Spike. "It should be down by now..."
 
    There's a faint glimmer in the air. "Oh. Must've been on a delay."
 
    "This is ridiculous," Dash growls as the two of you approach the library. "Just when we need her most Miss Princess-Pet's hiding under her bed."
 
    "In the basement, actually," says Spike.
 
    >What is she doing in the basement?
    >Get ready to move, we're getting you two out of here.
    >Why aren't you two out here helping?
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:40 No.9355718
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:40 No.9355718
 
    >>9355691
    Third option, gotta confront her right now.
 
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Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs
03/26/13(Tue)00:41 No.9355748
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs 03/26/13(Tue)00:41 No.9355748
 
    >>9355718
    Yeah third option.
 
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shamwow
03/26/13(Tue)00:42 No.9355758
shamwow 03/26/13(Tue)00:42 No.9355758
 
    >>9355718
    choice two we can ask questions later
 
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OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:44 No.9355825
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:44 No.9355825
 
    "You know, I can think of a lot of places where an invisible forcefield would do some good," you grumble.
 
    "Yeah," says Dash. "Twilight's got the best magic in the whole town! What's she doing hiding out?"
 
    "She's not HIDING," Spike retorts. "She's working on a way to fix this!" He pauses, and an edge of uncertainty enters his voice. "...I think."
 
    "Spike!" a female voice calls from the basement. "Send them down here! I'm in the middle of something right now!"
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
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OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:48 No.9355950
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:48 No.9355950
 
    Spike leads you downstairs. An eerie purple glow falls along rough-hewn walls as you reach the deepest part of the library, where the roots reach into the earth.
 
    At the bottom you find a purple unicorn mare, surrounded by scientific paraphenalia that seems... oddly familiar to you. There are books everywhere, including the floor, and she's hunched over something.
 
    "Twilight!" Dash snaps. "What are you doing down here? Ponyville needs you!"
 
    Twilight turns, and smiles with relief. "Rainbow Dash, I'm so glad to see you're okay!"
 
    "Cut the crap, Twilight - and tell me what you're doing when you should be helping to save ponies' lives!"
 
    "That's what I'm doing!" she says, and a little too eagerly jumps from her seat. "Just... in my own way."
 
    You see what she'd been working on.
 
    It's a rotten hoof.
 
    It's twitching.
 
    >That is so wrong.
    >I guess somebody has to figure out how they work.
    >Priorities. Lives first, cure later.
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:50 No.9355996
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:50 No.9355996
 
    >>9355950
    Third option, heck, we KNOW this won't end well...
 
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Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs
03/26/13(Tue)00:50 No.9356006
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs 03/26/13(Tue)00:50 No.9356006
 
    >>9355950
    1, then 3, then 2
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:50 No.9356010
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:50 No.9356010
 
    >>9355950
    I second the third option.
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:51 No.9356046
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:51 No.9356046
 
    >>9355950
    2
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:53 No.9356077
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:53 No.9356077
 
    >>9355950
    second
 
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OP
03/26/13(Tue)00:55 No.9356147
OP 03/26/13(Tue)00:55 No.9356147
 
    "Couldn't this've waited until after you got everyone to safety?" you ask, looking anxious. "You know, save who you can now, do the rest later?"
 
    Twilight doesn't seem to understand. "But if I can reverse the infection... can't I just turn everyone back the way they were?"
 
    Dash is gritting her teeth. "Maybe if you'd gotten out of your basement, you'd see ponies are FALLING APART. You remember Lyra?"
 
    "Of course, I saw her yest-"
 
    "I saw her get her jaw ripped off in the street!" Dash snaps. "By Bon Bon! Try fixing THAT!"
 
    Twilight looks stunned. "I... I mean I can try, but..." she goes quiet. "I didn't realize it was that bad."
 
    >Come help us fight. You can make a difference.
    >We still need someone to make a cure, you can do that from the town hall and still help protect ponies
    >Well, how far have you gotten already?
    >...
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:56 No.9356173
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:56 No.9356173
 
    >>9355505
 
    Nothing. Conveniently ommitted from this story because then it would be obvious as to what would happen with them: they'd be actually good at killing zombies.
 
    Also, calling it now:
 
    Scoots is a zombie and will be Rainbow's "emotional crisis" for the player to handle.
 
    Finding Rarity's parents will culminate in a result of them either living, one being zombified, or dying based on player choice with Sweetie Belle and Rarity possibly being sacrifieced to save them instead (which the player will not do, odds are) and thus unforlds Rarity's "crisis" point.
 
    Watch it be true.
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:57 No.9356204
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:57 No.9356204
 
    >>9356147
    3 then 2
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:57 No.9356210
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:57 No.9356210
 
    >>9356147
    First, but ask her the third one.
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)00:58 No.9356233
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)00:58 No.9356233
 
    A cure is pointless; you will only be killing the virus and not saving anyp0ny. After administering the cure, all you will have is the corpse of the previously infected.
 
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OP
03/26/13(Tue)01:02 No.9356346
OP 03/26/13(Tue)01:02 No.9356346
 
    "Well, we might as well ask, how far have you gotten with a cure?"
 
    "This plague is like nothing I've ever read about," says Twilight, awe in her voice. "It's horrible, but amazing. You know, I don't even know if it's magic-based?"
 
    "Try not to sound too impressed!" snaps Rainbow Dash. "Its out friends that're trapped out there with it and our friends that it's killing!"
 
    "I know that," replies Twilight, a hint of indigation in her voice. "I just mean that all my tests have shown it's way beyond our present understanding, magical and medical. If only I could figure out if it's some sort of curse or enchantment or it's natural in origin..."
 
    >Try running a thaummeter over the remains and give it a reverse spectral analysis. You might not get any residue, but an overly-regular pattern of cell damage will suggest magic.
    >[OPTION MISSING]
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)01:03 No.9356384
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)01:03 No.9356384
 
    >>9356346
    Slap her shit.
 
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shamwow
03/26/13(Tue)01:04 No.9356392
shamwow 03/26/13(Tue)01:04 No.9356392
 
    >>9356346
    can we pick this up tomorrow at a earlier time i need sleep
 
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Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs
03/26/13(Tue)01:04 No.9356408
Mr.SH !wo3x02pFrs 03/26/13(Tue)01:04 No.9356408
 
    >>9356346
    ThetrottingDead.exe has encountered an error and must close.
 
    "Well fuck."
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)01:05 No.9356432
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)01:05 No.9356432
 
    >>9356346
    Holy fuck, Mr. Protag is getting some residual memories.
    First choice.
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)01:06 No.9356488
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)01:06 No.9356488
 
    >>9356346
    I dunno first choice orrrr first choice? First choice!
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)01:07 No.9356508
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)01:07 No.9356508
 
    >>9356346
    THERE'S NO FUCKING TIME FOR THIS, TWILIGHT, STOP BEING SUCH AN UNGRATEFUL AND COWARD BITCH.; WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE, NOW,
 
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OP
03/26/13(Tue)01:10 No.9356604
OP 03/26/13(Tue)01:10 No.9356604
 
    >>9356392
    [Actually, this is a pretty good end point.]
 
    Your mouth takes off running without the help of your brain. "Try running a thaummeter over the remains and give it a reverse spectral analysis. You might not get any residue, but an overly-regular pattern of cell damage will suggest magic."
 
    The two mares look at you, a little surprised. "That would actually make perfect sense." says Twilight, with a hint of respect. "I didn't realize your friend was a scientist,"
 
    "Yeah, I didn't either," says Rainbow Dash, furrowing her brown in confusion.
 
    Come to think of it, neither did you.
 
    "What did you say your name was?"
 
    "Sunny," Dash answers for you. "And nobody knows where he came from."
 
    "Interesting..." says Twilight, giving you an appraising look. "Look, you're right, I need to get out of here and help protect Ponyville. Just let me get my research materials together, and we can-"
 
    "Uh, Twilight?" Spike's all-too-nervous voice calls from above. "Did you put the force field back up after Dash and her friend came in?"
 
    Her eyes go wide. You have to guess the answer's no. You hear the familiar moans.
 
    "Damnit, Twi," Rainbow Dash growls.
 
    [Episode 2 Saved - to be resumed, same Bat Time, same Bat Channel, tomorrow]
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)01:11 No.9356633
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)01:11 No.9356633
 
    >>9356604
    NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL Z.
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)01:11 No.9356657
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)01:11 No.9356657
 
    >>9356604
    I'm gonna admit I laughed out loud. Looking forward to the continuation of this. Good work OP, I wish I had jumped in at the start.
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)01:12 No.9356678
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)01:12 No.9356678
 
    >>9356604
    NEXT TIME, ON MY LITTLE PONY.
 
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Anonymous
03/26/13(Tue)01:13 No.9356708
Anonymous 03/26/13(Tue)01:13 No.9356708
 
    >>9356346
    Twilight, look, we need more help to survive. We have supplies at the town hall. I'l help carry your testing supplies to the town hall, we can't have anybody separated from the others. Lets get out of here.