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W The Trotting Dead episode 2: Thread 2 Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:01 No.9440396
Replies: >>9440449 >>9440625
 
    Thread 1: http://pastebin.com/1DWz7GJS (episode 1 and the first half of 2)
 
    Thread playlist:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLsvyiLmAz0&list=PLrgRyHeHYtlfr3TKFP1qLKbvGXC3-i4hd
 
    "Spike!" Twilight shouts. "Get down here, now!"
 
    She doesn't have to tell Spike twice, he comes running from the upper floor of the library.
 
    "I need a few minutes to pack up my books and equipment," says Twilight. Her horn lights up and the rotting hoof, along with a variety of tools, land in a nearby bag. She turns to you. "Sunny, you and Dash have to... stall them, or something!"
 
    "Just do your bubble thing again!" snaps Rainbow Dash, who takes to the air. "Or why don't YOU stall them and WE pack?"
 
    Twilight lets out a frustrated snort. "You don't know what I need to pack, AND you don't know what goes into a forcefield spell! If they're already inside the limits of the default radius I-"
 
    A window shattering brings the two arguing mares back to reality.
 
    >Forget this, we need to get out of here while we can!
    >We'll hold them off, you just be ready to go.
    ...
 
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le edgy 03/29/13(Fri)20:04 No.9440449
 
    >>9440396 (OP)
    sage because autism casual faggotery
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:11 No.9440625
Replies: >>9440641
 
    >>9440396 (OP)
    Realism survivalist says take option 1..
    ..but adventurist diehard says take option 2.
 
    So yeah, Option 2.
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:11 No.9440632
 
    Waiting for players
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:12 No.9440641
 
    >>9440625
    Oh here we go. Hold on
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:14 No.9440699
Replies: >>9440756 >>9440770
 
    "Get what you need, just do it fast," you say, shaking your head. "Well do what we can."
 
    Twilight nods before turning back to her workbench. The whole lab seems to be packing itself up.
 
    Rainbow Dash grumbles, but doesn't try to argue. The two of you race back up the stairs.
 
    You burst on to the landing and see the first few more aggressive dead have already started battering the door and windows. One of them is half-way through a broken window, but Rainbow Dash slams into it and sends it flying back out again. "There's too many out there to fight," she growls. "Getting out from the ground's gonna be a nightmare!"
 
    You look out a window, past the first few. There must be dozens at the far end of the road, all coming your way.
 
    >Let's try getting out by the balcony!
    >We need to drag your friend out kicking and screaming
    >Maybe we can punch our way before that big herd reaches us.
    >...
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:17 No.9440756
 
    >>9440699
    Option 3.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:17 No.9440770
 
    >>9440699
    We can roof jump if you give us a boost and we jump from the highest part of the tree
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:20 No.9440827
Replies: >>9440961
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    Hey guys. Can I play?
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:24 No.9440910
Replies: >>9440945 >>9440961
 
    "Maybe we can still get out before the herd hit," you suggest. You cast about and see a discarded mop. Better than nothing.
 
    Dash shrugs. "Worth a shot. It'd take more than a few walking dead ponies to bring me down!"
 
    You shove the mop out the broken window and into the face of the dead pony trying to get back up. It loses balance again and falls over. You quickly jump out the window and land hooves-first on the corpse's head, which cracks open under the blow. It goes still.
 
    Two more are trying to get in through the door, but Dash hits it like a ton of bricks and sends them scattering. A fourth, the last one trying to get in, turns away from the other window and makes a swing at Dash but she manages to dodge out of the way and deliver a sharp kick to the head. "Hah" she exclaims, grinning. "I'm up by two!"
 
    Any enthusiasm drains quickly when the two of you turn to look at the approaching horde. There must be dozens, all coming this way. You have only a few minutes. "There's got to be some way to distract them!" says Dash, trying to sound calm.
 
    >Examine the horde
    >Examine the library
    >Examine the surrounding buildings
    >Forget this, let's go back inside
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:25 No.9440945
 
    >>9440910
    Option 3.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:25 No.9440961
Replies: >>9440967
 
    >>9440827
    Fuck no you bastard go away!
    God damnit Ben...
    >>9440910
    Option 3 if you please
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:26 No.9440967
Replies: >>9441035
 
    >>9440961
    I like your choice.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:28 No.9441035
 
    >>9440967
    Well we can look at the giant horde of shambling walkers, the library that we have already seen the inside of or the surrounding buildings that might have something we can use to work as a distraction or at least knock over something to stop the herd
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:29 No.9441063
Replies: >>9441098 >>9441179
 
    You scan the surrounding buildings. There's a few businesses and restuarants, but nothing that jumps out as... wait.
 
    "What about that shop?" you ask Dash, pointing to one along the road near the horde.
 
    "Huh?" says Dash, looking over. "It's Big Bang's Fireworks Emporium, so what?" She gives you an irritable glance. "We don't have time for stupid questions, we've got to- wait..." the gears turn slowly in Dash's head. "You don't think we could try...?"
 
    >I think we can. Get some matches.
    >Actually, let's look at the dead.
    >Actually, let's look at the library.
    >No way. Let's go back inside.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:30 No.9441098
Replies: >>9441172
 
    >>9441063
    Option 1
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:32 No.9441172
 
    >>9441098
    Only one way to find out!
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:33 No.9441179
Replies: >>9441193 >>9441363
 
    >>9441063
    "Let's do it."
 
    The two of you turn back inside and start foraging for matches. Dash grabs a book of them (what else?) from near the fireplace. "I could fly in there, light up a whole bunch, and be out before they blow!" Dash brags, her enthusiasm gaining again. "Ten seconds flat."
 
    >Get going, I'll warn Twilight
    >It was my idea, I should light the fireworks
    >It's too dangerous to get that close, try throwing something through the front window
    ...
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:33 No.9441193
 
    >>9441179
    Option 3
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:39 No.9441363
 
    >>9441179
    Good but be careful alright!
    Im going to let Twi know ahead
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:41 No.9441418
Replies: >>9441450 >>9441468
 
    "You don't want to be too close when it blows," you warn. "Better try throwing something on fire through the window."
 
    Dash rolls her eyes, but takes you advice. "I know something we can use." She zips upstairs and races back with a half-empty bottle with the label peeled off. "Twi's got a bit of a stash, don't tell her I knew about it though!"
 
    One rag in the bottle and one match to the end later, and Dash takes to the air with her molotov cocktail in hoof. She wheels over the heads of the dead, sneering and laughing. "Can't touch me!" she shouts.
 
    Once she's satisfied, she hucks her improvised explosive through Big Bang's window and takes off back to the library. Smoke starts to billow out the broken window, and a few short seconds later the building erupts in colourful explosions.
 
    Fire and force send the front ranks of the herd flying in all directions. Several of them catch on the spot and burst into flames. The noise and light seem to baffle the rest, distracting them.
 
    "That oughta hold them for a minute or two," Dash says upon landing. "We better hurry though, or else-"
 
    There's a scream from the basement.
 
    >*Run to the basement*
    >Dash, check on Twilight and Spike! I'll hold the main floor.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:42 No.9441450
 
    >>9441418
    Option 2
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:43 No.9441468
 
    >>9441418
    Yeah, i'm thinking 2.
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:46 No.9441538
Replies: >>9441549
 
    Shit posted the wrong entry hold on
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:47 No.9441549
 
    >>9441527
    >>9441538
    Good job.
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:51 No.9441657
Replies: >>9441693
 
    "Go get Twi, I'll hold them here!" you shout to Dash, but she's already rocketing down the stairs.
 
    You turn back outside where the fire's still raging. As you watch, you see fireworks cook off and crash all over the street and the neighboring buildings. Fires catch in piles of hay, on rooftops, everywhere. The dead seem to have lost interest in the library, and many are wandering away from the explosion, as though the fire makes them uncomfortable.
 
    It's starting to make you uncomfortable too. One firework, a big red rocket, takes off and heads straight for the library. You hear it crash into the tree branches above you, and the smell of smoke and burning grows too close for comfort.
 
    Twilight emerges from the stairs, with Spike on her back. Behind her floats all her packed gear and most critical books. Dash is bringing up the rear. They look shaken, but unharmed.
 
    >What happened down there?
    >There's no time to talk, we have to go now!
    >...
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:52 No.9441693
Replies: >>9441749
 
    >>9441657
    Option 2
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)20:54 No.9441749
 
    >>9441693
    Good call. No time to lose.
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)20:57 No.9441810
 
    "No time to chat," you rather tersely say. "This whole place is about to go up in flames, we've gotta move."
 
    Twilight freezes, her mouth hanging open, trying to take in the sight. "My library..." she whispers. "Rainbow Dash! What'd you do to my library?!"
 
    "Hey, it was Sunny's idea," she insists, throwing up her hooves. "Besides we needed the distraction! Come on, move it!"
 
    Twilight seems numb, and Spike seems terrified, but she starts walking in step with you and Dash. You make it out the front door, and instead of opting for the rooftops start blazing through the cleared streets.
 
    The growing fire casts long shadows in front of you as you run. Twilight doesn't look quite so stunned. Her face is screwed up in a cold grimace, refusing to look back. Spike clings to her for dear life, and all the books and lab equipment she managed to salvage floats just behind with a faint purple aura all around.
 
    The fire does quite a bit for you – it roars loud and burns bright, and for a time the dead all throughout Ponyville seem distracted. You encounter no further obstacles on your way back to the town hall.
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:00 No.9441892
 
    When you reach town hall, you can see loads of ponies watching from the gaps in the windows. Applejack opens the door and looks relieved. "When we saw the fireworks place go up n'then the library, we feared the worst," she admits. "Thank Celetia y'all're safe."
 
    "Celestia hasn't answered my letters," Twilight murmurs as she approaches. "But I'm glad to see you're okay."
 
    Applejack runs forward to embrace Twilight and Spike. Rarity and other ponies from inside join in. Dash turns to you and nods. "We did good, Sunny," she says. "We still need to find Pinkie though. Talk to me once you've taken a break."
 
    >[RETURN TO HUB]
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:01 No.9441939
Replies: >>9442019 >>9442021
 
    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.
 
    Twilight sits in the middle of the room. Her horn is glowing purple, powering a forcefield. In front of her lie her remaining books and a sleeping Spike.
 
    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 Twilight and Spike
    >Talk to Rainbow Dash
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:05 No.9442019
 
    >>9441939
    Twilight and spike.
 
    What -did- happen in the basement?
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:05 No.9442021
 
    >>9441939
    Apple pone talking times
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:08 No.9442096
Replies: >>9442187 >>9442391
 
    You trot over to Twilight Sparkle. She doesn't seem to notice you at first, looking intently at the rotten hoof from her basement and different books on biology and obscure magic.
 
    Finally, she notices. "Oh, sorry. My attention's a little divided at the moment." She points a hoof upward. "I'm maintaining a forcefield over the town hall. It'll keep any of the... any of them from getting through." She frowns. "We're really going to need to come up with a standard name for those things if this is going to continue."
 
    >What happened back there in your basement?
    >Sorry about your library
    >What are you hoping to find out about them?
    >I have other ponies to talk to, see you later
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:12 No.9442187
 
    >>9442096
    Op 1.
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:17 No.9442314
Replies: >>9442359
 
    "Twilight, what happened back there in your basement? That scream was pretty unnerving."
 
    Twilight's face falls. "One of them... the dead. They must've gotten past you somehow, or, or it was already there? I don't know. It took me by surprise. I'd only seen them from a distance before then. Even this," she nods toward the rotten hoof. "I found on the street outside the library."
 
    She looks back up at you, clearly shaken. "I guess I just wasn't ready to see someone who used to be a pony come back from the dead and try to kill Spike and I. He got so close to Spike. He shouted for my help, but I felt so slow..." she hesitates. "I got him, though. And if any more try to hurt my friends, I'll blast them into their composite elements too."
 
    >Sorry about your library
    >What are you hoping to find out about them?
    >I have other ponies to talk to, see you later
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:19 No.9442359
 
    >>9442314
    Apologize for the library.
    >Implying Spike wasn't bitten
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:21 No.9442391
 
    >>9442096
    Attempt french kiss to zombie
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:23 No.9442454
Replies: >>9442468
 
    "So uh... sorry Rainbow Dash and I burned down your library."
 
    Twilight looks off, seemingly conflicted. "You know, some days I'd be so angry about that, even if it WAS an accident I'd still be screaming and shouting. But right now? After seeing all this?" She gestures widely to the ponies all around. "It feels a little silly. I'm not happy about your recklessness, though I should've known where telling Dash to do whatever it takes would lead."
 
    She turns back to her remaining books. "I should still have enough to figure out how to solve this crisis, though. Once everything's back to normal we can always write more books. Maybe Celestia will let me use her library in the meantime."
 
    >What are you hoping to find out about them?
    >I have other ponies to talk to, see you later
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:24 No.9442468
Replies: >>9442560
 
    >>9442454
    Option 1.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:28 No.9442560
 
    >>9442468
    Yeah. Complete all dialogue options and pick up every sidequest you can.
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:28 No.9442562
 
    "Well, have you figured out anything useful about them?"
 
    Twilight nudges the tray the rotten hoof rests on. It wiggles a bit on its own. "They make no natural sense. They don't draw energy from any biological process that I can understand, if they eat pony-flesh they're not using it to power themselves, and for some reason destroying the brain makes them stop? Ponies killed by them come back as them, conversion time of a few minutes to a few hours observed so far."
 
    She sighs. "It's not much more than anecdotal and observational evidence so far. I'll do my best, but at this point I could really use Princess Celestia's help... I hope she comes soon, Spike and I sent her a pile of letters asking for her help, I don't know why she hasn't responded..."
 
    You shrug. "Maybe she's tied up? This could be happening elsewhere too."
 
    Twilight shudders. "I hope not. And even if it were... she'd make time for one letter, just to let me know what I should do."
 
    "I have other ponies to talk to, see you later."
 
    >[RETURN TO HUB]
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:28 No.9442572
Replies: >>9442585
 
    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.
 
    Twilight sits in the middle of the room. Her horn is glowing purple, powering a forcefield. In front of her lie her remaining books and a sleeping Spike.
 
    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 Rainbow Dash
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:29 No.9442585
 
    >>9442572
    Talk to Rarity
    See how she is holding up
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:37 No.9442780
 
    >>9442669
    Oh god, vague video game options.
 
    I'd say 'Let's talk food' if I thought it wasn't going to send us on a mission straight away.
 
    Ask around first. Ask around first
 
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shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)21:38 No.9442787
 
    >>9442669
    OP your back you never told us you were here
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:41 No.9442874
Replies: >>9442892
 
    Shit shit, don't know how I managed to fuck that up. Okay, let me repost the last post (a durrrr), and we're going back to the hub so go ahead and pick another option.
 
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shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)21:41 No.9442892
 
    >>9442874
    let's get food
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:42 No.9442912
 
    Rarity lifts her head from the general conversation she's engaged in when you approach and breaks off to greet you. “Thank you for returning Twilight and Spike to us safely, dear. I was so worried for them. The thought of Spikey-Wikey lost in that mess out there had me worried to pieces."
 
    She takes on a serious expression. "Now, are you ready to address the food situation?"
 
    >Let's talk food.
    >I need to ask around first
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:44 No.9442944
 
    "Actually, I need to ask around first, see what's up," you say, turning back to the rest of the hall.
 
    "Very well. You know where I am when you're ready."
 
    >[RETURN TO HUB]
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:44 No.9442958
Replies: >>9442977 >>9443009
 
    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.
 
    Twilight sits in the middle of the room. Her horn is glowing purple, powering a forcefield. In front of her lie her remaining books and a sleeping Spike.
 
    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 Rainbow Dash
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:45 No.9442977
 
    >>9442958
    Someone wanted Apple pone before. I'm game.
 
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shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)21:46 No.9443009
 
    >>9442958
    option 1
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:48 No.9443060
Replies: >>9443091 >>9443161
 
    You amble up to Applejack and nod. She looks away from the boards long enough to nod back. “Everythin' looks good fer now, but it's only a matter of time before the trouble starts.”
 
    She turns away from the boards and gives you a smile. "Thanks fer all yer help, Sunny. Savin' Twi and Spike like that was mighty decent of ya. That's the teamwork we'll need t'make it outta this alive."
 
    Hard to disagree with that.
 
    >What's your take on this whole situation?
    >How's the family taking the loss of Granny?
    >What are the dead up to, exactly?
    >Talk to you later.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:49 No.9443091
 
    >>9443060
    >HOWS GRANNY YO
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:50 No.9443107
 
    You motherfuckers better find Pinkie.
 
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shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)21:52 No.9443161
 
    >>9443060
    option 3 what do the dead do
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)21:54 No.9443216
Replies: >>9443242 >>9443243 >>9443295
 
    "So uh," you begin, already feeling awkward. "Are you three holding up okay? I know it must've hurt to lose someone you love like that..."
 
    Applejack's face darkens. "Sunny, I respect what you're tryin' t'do, but don't go askin' me that. Applebloom's not really come t'understand what losin' her means yet, and Celestia as my witness I will never understand what goes on in my brother's head, but we'll be fine."
 
    She turns away from you for a moment, giving the boards a stern glare, before sighing and turning back to you. "Ah know you was only tryin' t'help, and it's what she wanted. That don't mean I have t'like it."
 
    >What's your take on this whole situation?
    >What are the dead up to, exactly?
    >Talk to you later.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:55 No.9443242
 
    >>9443216
    Option 2
 
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shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)21:55 No.9443243
 
    >>9443216
    what do the dead do
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)21:57 No.9443295
 
    >>9443216
    AHAH TAKE THAT GRANNY : ^ )
 
    option 2
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:00 No.9443361
Replies: >>9443371 >>9443403
 
    "So, what's going on out there, exactly?"
 
    Applejack looks back through the boards, squinting and frowning. "Hard t'tell. With Twilight givin' us a big bubble t'hide in the dead don't seem t'notice us anymore. Most of the time the streets're empty, but every so often a big herd'll trot through. It's like they like ta group up, or somethin'."
 
    Applejack lets out a frustrated rasp before turning away. "I'm mostly just watchin' in case anyone else needs t'get in. Ain't seen any more survivors yet though... it's lookin' bad for Ponyville out there."
 
    >What's your take on this whole situation?
    >Talk to you later.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:00 No.9443371
 
    >>9443361
    Talk to you later LETS GO FIND FOOD
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:02 No.9443395
 
    "I'll talk to you later, Applejack."
 
    "Well don't be a stranger, Sunny. You know where I'll be."
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:02 No.9443402
 
    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.
 
    Twilight sits in the middle of the room. Her horn is glowing purple, powering a forcefield. In front of her lie her remaining books and a sleeping Spike.
 
    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 Rainbow Dash
 
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shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)22:02 No.9443403
Replies: >>9443455
 
    >>9443361
    option 1
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:05 No.9443455
 
    >>9443403
    what the fuck no
 
    talk to dash
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:07 No.9443495
Replies: >>9443536 >>9443569
 
    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. “About time! We need to hit up Sugarcube Corner pronto and get the Cakes and Pinkie to safety! Are you ready to bring it?"
 
    >Let's go to Sugarcube Corner
    >I have to ask around a bit first
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:09 No.9443536
Replies: >>9443569
 
    >>9443495
    Option 1
 
    captcha: rdcool lecture
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:10 No.9443569
Replies: >>9443604 >>9443609
 
    >>9443495
    >>9443536
    No, no! Big Mac might have something to say!
 
    Damnnn iiiittttt...
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:11 No.9443588
 
    You nod. "Looks like there's no time to waste, let's get your friends out of there."
 
    "Alright!" says Dash, who lands again and points at her map. "See Sugarcube corner? It should be an easy enough trip. We can get up on the roof again and come down right through the second-story window, no problem. Getting the Cakes out might be harder, but I figure we can take our time and move them over gaps and stuff one at a time. Besides, we'll have Pinkie for backup, and she's always got some kinda trick in case of emergencies."
 
    Dash takes to the air again and you instinctively brace for a tackle. "You ready to get it started?"
 
    >Yeah, let's do it!
    >Just give me a minute first.
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:11 No.9443604
 
    >>9443569
    The captcha man...
 
    also Option 1
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:12 No.9443609
Replies: >>9443645 >>9443654
 
    >>9443569
    Look I'll tell you now you're not missing any critical information at this moment.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:13 No.9443645
 
    >>9443609
    No! No OOC knowledge OP, you're ruining my immersion!
 
    Also yeah,option 1.
 
>>
shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)22:14 No.9443654
 
    >>9443609
    bring a weapon your hooves are getting dirty
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:16 No.9443699
Replies: >>9443718 >>9443732
 
    "Let's do it!"
 
    "You got it!"
 
    And with that, Dash slams into you at top speed, rocketing for the open window. "Twi! Drop the shield!"
 
    Just before you slam into the faint purple haze protecting the town hall, it disappears, and the two of you land safely on the roof. "Come on, just like last time. I know the way to Sugarcube corner like the back of my hoof."
 
    The two of you start picking your way from rooftop to rooftop, with Dash helping you over any gap too wide to jump. Once again it's pretty easy going, as you pass overhead any dead ponies.
 
    "Good thing I'm here," Dash boasts. "So long as I can fly, I've got this situation handled."
 
    >Where are the other pegasii, anyway? A few more wings would come in handy right now.
    >Are you going to be able to move the whole Cake family, though? We'll be awfully exposed.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:16 No.9443718
 
    >>9443699
    Option 1.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:17 No.9443732
 
    >>9443699
    option 1
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:23 No.9443850
Replies: >>9443882 >>9443895 >>9444008
 
    "Yeah, those wings of yours are pretty useful," you say while Dash lifts you over another alley. "We could use a few more pegasii, where'd they all go?"
 
    Dash's pace flags and her face betrays a twinge of shame. "They... once the trouble started, the others all took off for Cloudsdale. Figured it was safer up there than staying down here, even if it means all the earth ponies and unicorns get the chomp."
 
    She grits her teeth in anger. "I caught up with Thunderlane before he took off, he was picking up his little brother from school. I asked him how he could just turn his back on Ponyville like that. He couldn't even look me in the eye! Just took off with his brother and didn't look back."
 
    You finally reach one house that stands apart from the others - a huge, gingerbread-looking confection. There are a fair number of dead ponies wandering the streets below, but Dash manages to air lift you the short distance to a window on the top floor.
 
    "Be careful," she whispers. "We need to sneak in quietly!"
 
    >*Take the lead*
    >*Let Dash go first*
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:24 No.9443882
 
    >>9443850
    Take the lead. We're the amnesiac nop0ny cares about.
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:25 No.9443895
Replies: >>9443911
 
    >>9443850
    Dash is gonna die, she's too loyal and too good.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:26 No.9443911
Replies: >>9443933
 
    >>9443895
    Mm-hm. My money's on the Pinkie boss-fight doing her in.
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:27 No.9443933
Replies: >>9443967 >>9443968
 
    >>9443911
    I'm betting Pinkie's a zombie too. EVERYONE is alive man! Everyone!
 
    Or Dash will die unable to kill a zombified best frined...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:28 No.9443967
 
    >>9443933
    Pinkie may even be the source of the zombies.
 
    Her friends mean so much to her, if she lost one... would she try to bring them back?
 
    But seriously I think there's a lot more to this story than that.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:28 No.9443968
 
    >>9443933
    She's probably just completely insane from having to kill ALL the Cakes.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:30 No.9444008
 
    >>9443850
    Take the
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:31 No.9444011
Replies: >>9444025 >>9444045
 
    "I'll go first," you whisper back, and nudge the window open with your hoof. You drop down into what looks to be somebody's bedroom. There's mess all around, but nothing out of the ordinary. Dash follows close behind.
 
    You creep out into the hallway, still seeing nothing. There's two more bedrooms and a bathroom, and you take the time to stick your head in each - they're tidy and well-kept, no signs of trouble but also no signs of the Cakes or Pinkie.
 
    Having cleared the second floor, you start down toward ground level. Now you see where the trouble started.
 
    The main floor is a bakery, but now it looks more like a butcher's. There's several dead ponies scattered around, the rotten ones that had attacked the town. They've been mutilated and now lie still. Blood smears every free surface that isn't covered in cake or pie or some other confection.
 
    The front door hangs off its hinges, and outside some of the dead are visible, but thankfully they're too far away to notice you yet.
 
    "What's happened down there?" Dash whispers as she creeps down the stairs.
 
    "Signs of a struggle," you reply. "I don't think the ponies you're looking for are here, though."
 
    "There's got to be something," she mutters. "Let's look around."
 
    >Check kitchen
    >Check front door
    >Check trapdoor to cellar
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:31 No.9444025
 
    >>9444011
    CHECK THE CELLAR
 
    lets turn this into a cheesy horror
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:32 No.9444045
 
    >>9444011
    Kitchen first, then Cellar.
 
    I don't want us to die just yet.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:34 No.9444101
Replies: >>9444119 >>9444141 >>9444257
 
    You see a trapdoor to the cellar below just behind the counter. It's not locked, and you catch the ring with your hoof and pull it open. "Hello?" you whisper, trying not to speak too loudly. "Anyone alive down there?"
 
    "HEEEEEEY, new friend!" comes a shriek from down below. Dash's back straightens and her ears pop up. "I haven't thrown you a PARTY yet!"
 
    "Now isn't the time, Pinkie!" Rainbow Dash hisses down into the cellar. 'Now come outta there, before we have to come in after you!"
 
    And that's when the laughing starts.
 
    Dash sighs. “Looks like we have to get in there. Be careful.”
 
    >Forget that, I'm staying up here
    >I'll go first, watch my back
    >We should look around more first
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:35 No.9444119
Replies: >>9444151
 
    >>9444101
    Look around more first.
 
    Give Pinkie time to come up on her own.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:36 No.9444141
 
    >>9444101
    >Cupcakes shit
    Sigh.
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:36 No.9444151
Replies: >>9444211
 
    >>9444119
    She's obviously fucking pyscho, lock the cellar and RUN.
 
    Or look around..
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:38 No.9444211
 
    >>9444151
    In defence of Pinkie, i'd have gone nuts too by now.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:40 No.9444257
 
    >>9444101
    Don't be a pussy. Go first.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:41 No.9444271
Replies: >>9444290 >>9444307 >>9444335
 
    "Let's look around first," you say. "She's not going anywhere."
 
    Dash seems conflicted about that, but eventually nods. "Pinkie!" she hisses downward. "We're waiting for you up here, okay? Come on up when you're ready."
 
    You check the kitchen. One of the dead ponies hangs out of the oven - it looks like its head was beaten flat with the oven door. Otherwise the kitchen is much like the main bakery, with blood and food splattered all over the walls. Quite a lot of blood, actually. More than there should be for one dead pony.
 
    You happen to notice the knife-block has been knocked on to the floor. The butcher's knife is missing.
 
    >Oookay, now I'm definitely not going down there.
    >I don't think she's coming back up without help.
    >How do you want to play this?
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:41 No.9444290
 
    >>9444271
    Go the fuck down
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:42 No.9444307
 
    >>9444271
    How do you want to play this?
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:43 No.9444335
Replies: >>9444359
 
    >>9444271
    Okay, Pinkie's definitely not right in the head, but we can't just leave her here. Is there anything around we might be able to use to subdue her?
 
    I think i'm going to listen to 'Smile' as this goes down.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:44 No.9444359
Replies: >>9444407
 
    >>9444335
    Listening to Smile song right now myself. Not helping.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:46 No.9444407
 
    >>9444359
    I wonder if the dead ponies near here have Glasgow grins.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:47 No.9444424
Replies: >>9444462 >>9444474 >>9444501
 
    You square your jaw. "Okay, I'm going down there."
 
    Dash nods. "I've got your back."
 
    You start walking down the cellar steps and into the utter darkness, manic laughter echoing all around...
 
    But the deeper you go, and the darker it gets, the more the laughter fades, and the more it's replaced by sobbing.
 
    By the time you reach the basement floor and your eyes adjust to the dark, there's just the sobbing. The quiet crying of a single pony.
 
    In the middle of the cellar floor, you find what remains of the Cakes.
 
    "No..." Dash whispers, tears welling in her eyes. "We're too late."
 
    A husband and wife, and two foals. Chewed so as to be unrecognizable. Their heads have been beaten into lumpy mush, but someone still thought to arrange them peacefully together in the middle of the floor.
 
    Your eyes wander. In the corner, huddled up, is a little pink ball. Her mane and tail are straight, and wrapped around her to the point of obscurity, and it is she who sobs.
 
    "Pinkie!" says Dash. She looks ready to leap to her friend.
 
    >Wait! Let's take it nice and slow.
    >Dash, she's lost it. This isn't safe.
    >Let's get her away from here, quick.
    >...
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:48 No.9444462
Replies: >>9444518
 
    >>9444424
    Lets take it nice and slow, we're not gonna abandon the poor pony.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:48 No.9444474
Replies: >>9444518
 
    >>9444424
    Let's get her away from here, quick.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:49 No.9444501
 
    >>9444424
    Against my better judgement, option 1
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:49 No.9444518
 
    >>9444462
    Yep. Slow. Solid call.
 
    >>9444474
    What are you, chicken? We've got to save everyone we can. If they're not dealing well with the shock, then too bad.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:50 No.9444549
Replies: >>9444564 >>9444581 >>9444601 >>9444603
 
    You throw up a hoof to block Dash. "Hold on, Dash. Don't rush her." Dash looks agonized, but nods in agreement.
 
    Pinkie stops sobbing. She pulls her face free from the corner and turns to the two of you. Her eyes are red-rimmed from crying, ad her mouth hangs open in perpetual frown. "What do you want?" she murmurs. "Just leave me alone."
 
    >It's okay, we're here to help
    >We need to get you out of her pronto.
    >Tell us what happened here
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:50 No.9444564
 
    >>9444549
    Option 1.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:51 No.9444581
 
    >>9444549
    Option 3
 
>>
shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)22:52 No.9444601
 
    >>9444549
    option 3
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:52 No.9444603
Replies: >>9444644
 
    >>9444549
    >Tell us what happened here
 
    She need to let it all out. She needs catharsis.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:54 No.9444644
 
    >>9444603
    No. Right now she needs to be calm enough to come away with us without going stab-happy.
 
    She can talk to us about her feelings later, but we shouldn't rush her into leaving either.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)22:54 No.9444651
Replies: >>9444666 >>9444690 >>9444696 >>9444731 >>9444736
 
    "Don't worry," you say, taking a careful step forward. "We just want to help. We'd like to get you out of here, okay?"
 
    "Why bother?" the pink pony mumbles. "It's no use."
 
    "Pinkie," Dash urges, sounding desperate. "Come on, it's me, Dash! I'm here to rescue you!"
 
    "Pinkie's not here right now," the pink pony drones. "Pinkie's no good to anyone anymore. You should leave her behind. Just go, you'll all be much happier without her I bet."
 
    >Dash... we might have to leave her.
    >We're going to approach you now, okay?
    >Don't talk like that, everything's going to be okay
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:55 No.9444666
Replies: >>9444720 >>9444739
 
    >>9444651
    Don't talk like that, everything's going to be okay
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:56 No.9444690
 
    >>9444651
    >All bad options
 
    But i'd say 4.
 
    For once we might say it best when we say nothing at all.
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)22:56 No.9444696
 
    >>9444651
    Kill her and loot her body. She might have a few septims, or some clothes we can sell for coin.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:57 No.9444720
 
    >>9444666
    Also, check those double trips
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:58 No.9444731
 
    >>9444651
    Option 4
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:58 No.9444736
 
    >>9444651
    Option 2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)22:58 No.9444739
 
    >>9444666
    double Trips
 
    I now determine rest of the thread
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:00 No.9444778
Replies: >>9444799 >>9444801 >>9444867 >>9444882 >>9444902
 
    "Pinkie, don't talk like that," you say. "Why don't you come over here? Everything's going to be okay."
 
    "Okay?" Pinkie says, as though the word is unfamiliar. "Okay?!"
 
    She struggles to her three remaining legs.
 
    Where her front right leg should be is a burned stump.
 
    "HOW IS THIS OKAY?!" She shouts, bursting into tears again. "HOW WILL ANY OF THIS EVER BE OKAY?!"
 
    Dash can't contain herself. She bolts across the room, colliding with the unsteady Pinkie and rolling into a tight bearhug. "Let me go" She shouts. "Let me goooo!" but her struggles give way to sobs. The two of them lie there for a moment, holding each other and crying while you overlook the grisly scene in the middle of the room.
 
    In the broken jaw of the dead stallion, you see shreds of pink flesh clinging to his teeth.
 
    >Let's get her home.
    >I don't... think it'll be safe to bring her back
    >You need to tell us what happened. The whole story.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:01 No.9444799
Replies: >>9444818
 
    >>9444778
    Let's get her home.
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)23:01 No.9444801
 
    >>9444778
    Kill her, she's no use to us now.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:02 No.9444818
 
    >>9444799
    My reasoning is that even if the pony-zombie plague is transferred in the bite, she'd be the perfect... test subject for twilight.
 
    As painful as that thought may be.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:03 No.9444867
 
    >>9444778
    option 3
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:04 No.9444882
 
    >>9444778
    Number 2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:04 No.9444902
 
    >>9444778
    I can't do this anymore.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:05 No.9444931
Replies: >>9444974
 
    You rest a hoof on Dash's shoulder. "Come on," you say. "Let's get her out of here."
 
    She sniffs and nods. Pinkie offers no further resistance. She lies on Dash's back and lets her carry her up the stairs.
 
    The two of you take your time and work your way back up to the second floor and then across the rooftops, encountering no more resistance or obstacles. The journey home is done in silence.
 
    Pinkie Pie feels light as a feather and you keep up a brisk pace. Before you know it, you're back at town hall. A crowd gathers, shocked at the mutilated Pinkie Pie. Even Fluttershy seems to wake up and go pale at the sight of her friend. For her part, Pinkie just hangs there, looking crushed.
 
    “What in tarnation happened?” says Applejack, gobsmacked.
 
    “It was... bad, Applejack. The Cakes didn't make it.” Dash sighs heavily. “None of them made it.”
 
    “Leave her with me,” whispers Fluttershy to Dash. “I can take care of her.”
 
    Fluttershy moves to take on Pinkie, but before she's taken away Pinkie reaches over to Dash and gives her one more tight hug. "Thanks," she whispers. Fluttershy gives her a gentle tug away.
 
    Dash watches them go before turning to you and giving a grim nod.
 
    >[RETURN TO HUB]
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)23:06 No.9444974
Replies: >>9445024
 
    >>9444931
    Now the entire hub is going to get infected. THANKS, OBAMA!
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:07 No.9444989
Replies: >>9445024 >>9445081 >>9445094
 
    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 tending to Pinkie Pie, who seems completely catatonic. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle watch from a short distance away.
 
    Twilight sits in the middle of the room. Her horn is glowing purple, powering a forcefield. In front of her lie her remaining books and a sleeping Spike.
 
    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 Rainbow Dash
    >Talk to Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:07 No.9445024
 
    >>9444974
    I dunno. Pinkie seems stable.
 
    >>9444989
    Talk to Flutters.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:09 No.9445081
 
    >>9444989
    Double trips guy. Make sure my waifu Pinkie is okay, considering the circumstances.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:09 No.9445091
Replies: >>9445110 >>9445157 >>9445159 >>9445175
 
    You approach Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. Flutterhy's earlier hostility appears to have disappeared for the moment as she tends to Pinkie, binding up her charred stump of a leg and cleaning her bedraggled mane.
 
    Pinkie doesn't seem to notice you, but Fluttershy does. "She needs rest," she affirms. "She's lost a lot of blood."
 
    >We need to know what happened.
    >Will she be okay?
    >I'll visit later
 
>>
shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)23:09 No.9445094
 
    >>9444989
    OP the stories getting stale we need more stuff
    also talk to pinkie
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:10 No.9445110
Replies: >>9445253
 
    >>9445091
    Option 2
 
    Who knows, maybe showing genuine concern will have her come a step closer towards forgiving us.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:11 No.9445157
 
    >>9445091
    2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:11 No.9445159
 
    >>9445091
    Number 1.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:12 No.9445175
 
    >>9445091
    1
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:14 No.9445214
Replies: >>9445235 >>9445263
 
    "Will she be okay?" you ask.
 
    Fluttershy looks ready to snap at you, but relents. "Yes... I think so. So far as I can tell her only *injury* was the... was the leg. Nothing else wrong with her. She did lose a lot of blood, though, so she'll be feeling weak for a while."
 
    Fluttershy runs a hoof through Pinkie's mane, catching where it's matted with blood and filth. "As for Pinkie herself... I don't know. We have to try."
 
    >We need to know what happened.
    >I'll visit later.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:14 No.9445235
 
    >>9445214
    >I'll visit later
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)23:15 No.9445253
Replies: >>9445293 >>9445314 >>9445322
 
    >>9445110
    I'm too lazy to read ep1, what did we do to her? >rape?
 
>>
shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)23:15 No.9445263
 
    >>9445214
    option 1 knowledge is half the battle
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:16 No.9445271
 
    "I'll check back later, see how she's doing," you say, turning back to the hall.
 
    Fluttershy and Pinkie remain silent, watching you leave.
 
    >[RETURN TO HUB]
 
>>
shamwow 03/29/13(Fri)23:16 No.9445293
 
    >>9445253
    we stomped her rabbits brains out
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:16 No.9445294
Replies: >>9445337
 
    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 tending to Pinkie Pie, who seems completely catatonic. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle watch from a short distance away.
 
    Twilight sits in the middle of the room. Her horn is glowing purple, powering a forcefield. In front of her lie her remaining books and a sleeping Spike.
 
    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 Rainbow Dash
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:17 No.9445314
Replies: >>9445344
 
    >>9445253
    Crushed Angel Bunny who was already dying to get her to leave her cottage.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:17 No.9445322
Replies: >>9445344
 
    >>9445253
    We killed Angel Bunny.
 
    She refused to leave while he was alive, and zombies were going to kill us and Apple Pone otherwise.
 
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Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:17 No.9445337
Replies: >>9445451
 
    >>9445294
    Talk to rarity.
 
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BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)23:18 No.9445344
Replies: >>9445374
 
    >>9445314
    >>9445322
    Good riddance, rabbit was a little shit.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:19 No.9445374
Replies: >>9445446
 
    >>9445344
    Funny, I think the same about people who can't be bothered to catch up.
 
    Just kidding.
 
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BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)23:21 No.9445446
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    >>9445374
    sy tht 2 my facc fuker not online and c wat hapens
 
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OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:21 No.9445451
Replies: >>9445466
 
    >>9445337
    You approach Rarity. "Thank you for returning Pinkie Pie to us," she says, grave sadness in her voice. "I suppose there's nothing we can do but believe in her, now." She sighs, and her expression hardens. "Time for action. Ready to hear about our food situation, are you?"
 
    You feel your stomach rumble and remember how long ago dinner at the Apples' was. “About time we went shopping.”
 
    Rarity's eyes light up. “Oh, don't get my hopes up, darling! Why at this point I'd happily browse a front yard junk sale! But no, instead we shall be heading to the Ponyville farmer's market. Rainbow Dash tells me the way is clear, so we shall simply hurry over, fill our bags with as many non-perishables as we can carry, and come straight home without delay.”
 
    She raises one hoof in a ladylike gesture and closes her eyes. "Quickly, quietly and efficiently. That's how I prefer to work."
 
    >We better get started then
    >Can you cast some sort of spell on us first? Invisibility, or something?
    >Actually, I'll be back later, got things to do first.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:22 No.9445466
 
    >>9445451
    Second option.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:26 No.9445571
Replies: >>9445608 >>9445610
 
    "Before we go," you ask, "isn't there some sort of unicorn magic you could do to make this easier on us? Invisibility, or something?"
 
    Rarity gives the air a haughty sniff. "A typical non-unicorn assumption about magic, but I'm afraid I really only have experience with magic that pertains to my business. Any unicorn can pick up a pair of scissors or hold a measuring tape, but throwing around balls of fire or turning ponies invisible is really more Twilight's domain."
 
    She gives a little smile. "That's not to say one doesn't have a few tricks up one's sleeves, but alas, nothing quite so grand today."
 
    >Well, we might as well get on with it.
    >Hold on, I'll be back.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:27 No.9445608
 
    >>9445571
    Well, then fuck you, you useless horse with a dildo on its head, lets go. Option 1
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:27 No.9445610
 
    >>9445571
    Might as well get on with it.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:34 No.9445798
Replies: >>9445856 >>9445859 >>9445883 >>9445893
 
    You frown. "Well, I can't say I'm not a little disappointed, but then again I don't have any magic to begin with. Let's get going."
 
    The two of you pass through the front door and under Twilight's shield. The way to the market is thankfully through some pretty clear streets, and you don't encounter any more dead as you travel.
 
    "There's the market up ahead," says Rarity, pointing down toward the end of the road. "And it looks hardly touched, what luck! Come on!"
 
    She starts galloping and you gallop after, a little uneasy moving this quick in the open, but your luck holds and before you know it you're looking at stands filled with fresh vegetables and fruits.
 
    "Try to focus on things that'll keep, dear," says Rarity as she levitates over several bags. "Potatoes are a good, if unexciting choice. Mr. Cucumberland sold a variety of jarred and canned goods too, worth looking for."
 
    The two of you begin to forage, and pass a quiet minute before Rarity asks - almost as an afterthought - "So the rumour is that you simply wandered out of the Everfree forest mere hours before this whole crisis began, and now you can't seem to remember anything about who you are or where you came from." She pauses, a few cans of beans held aloft.
 
    "Doesn't that seem a little strange to you?"
 
    >I don't want to talk about it.
    >I'm telling the truth
    >It's probably related, I just don't know how
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:36 No.9445856
 
    >>9445798
    ...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:36 No.9445859
 
    >>9445798
    Third option, but reassure her you are telling the truth.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:37 No.9445883
 
    >>9445798
    It's probably related, I just don't know how
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:37 No.9445893
 
    >>9445798
    option 3
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:38 No.9445922
 
    The more talking we do, the more zombies we attract. Talk about this back at the hub.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:43 No.9446055
Replies: >>9446089 >>9446090 >>9446132
 
    You hesitate, saying nothing. Rarity pauses, before packing more bags with cans. "I understand this must all be fairly strange to you. Still, for what it's worth, you've proven a true friend so far no matter your history."
 
    She turns back to you and smiles. "We all have our secrets."
 
    A scream. Rarity's eyes go wide. "I know that voice!"
 
    She sets off running down the street. "Lucky! Lucky!"
 
    A stallion bursts out of an alley, two dead ponies hanging off him. He's screaming and bleeding everywhere. Incoherent and in pain. The two corpses clinging to him tear into his flesh mercilessly. At the sight Rarity rears up and turns, ready to run back to you, but the alley explodes with moving bodies.
 
    You try to bridge the gap between the two of you, but there's no chance. Too many. "Get back to the town hall!" She yells, before turning and leaping atop a stand. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine! Get that food back safely!" Another leap, and she's on top of a low building. Before you know it's she's up and over the rooftops, dead clambering after her.
 
    You yourself are near surrounded, standing next to a pile of groceries. There are still a few avenues of escape, however.
 
    >Grab groceries
    >Run further down the street
    >Head down a different alley
    >Try to head back the way you came
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:44 No.9446089
 
    >>9446055
    Grab the groceries and run like a little bitch.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:44 No.9446090
 
    >>9446055
    Grab groceries.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:45 No.9446130
Replies: >>9446152 >>9446164
 
    You grab up the groceries. This would be a lot easier if you had telekinesis. Still, you manage them.
 
    In the time you spent getting the bags on your back, however, the dead have circled around you and cut off the way you came.
 
    >Alleyway!
    >Forge ahead!
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:45 No.9446132
 
    >>9446055
    It feels good to have inventory items.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:46 No.9446152
 
    >>9446130
    ALLEWAY.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:46 No.9446164
Replies: >>9446245
 
    >>9446130
    Fuck the alleyways.
 
    Forge ahead! ALLON-SY!
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)23:49 No.9446245
 
    >>9446164
    ALLON-SY
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:49 No.9446252
Replies: >>9446277 >>9446281 >>9446307
 
    You split down the alleyway, the herd hot on your heels. You're moving slower with the groceries and can't seem to lose them. When you emerge on the far side, you're in a part of town you don't recognize and the dead are still close behind.
 
    They can't see you right now, however (assuming they "see") so perhaps that gives you a momentary advantage.
 
    There's a large store at the edge of the square you're in, some sort of colourful pavilion place covered in frills and filigree. You might be able to duck in there. On the other hoof, you can see the town hall in the distance, and might be able to reach there again if you zig zag through the streets.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:50 No.9446277
 
    >>9446252
    Whoops forgot options
    >Enter store
    >Zig-zag streets
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)23:50 No.9446281
 
    >>9446252
    ....uh, I choose store. I want some fucking knick knacks
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:51 No.9446307
 
    >>9446252
    Don't zig-zag. We've seen someone get eaten that way.
 
    Enter Store.
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:53 No.9446366
Replies: >>9446387 >>9446407
 
    You hustle up to the store and dive through the doors before the herd catches up. There you remain still and quiet, watching them wander around. They seem to be losing interest, although they still clog the space out in front of the shop.
 
    You look around. You appear to be in some sort of tailor's? There's mannequins and dresses everywhere.
 
    You hear a chirp from upstairs.
 
    >Go upstairs
    >Explore the ground level
 
>>
BillyMays 03/29/13(Fri)23:53 No.9446387
 
    >>9446366
    Babbeh upstairs. Lets go.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:54 No.9446407
 
    >>9446366
    Explore
 
    Captcha: udedEnd Fast
 
>>
OP 03/29/13(Fri)23:57 No.9446505
Replies: >>9446531 >>9446577
 
    You follow the sound of chirping.
 
    The top floor has living space and a studio, including what you presume was the room of the previous inhabitant. It's immaculately kept, except for one room which inexplicably lies in complete disarray. You can't even figure out what it's for, there's just materials and office supplies everywhere.
 
    The chirping draws you to the bedroom. It's a messenger pigeon, tethered next to an open window. It seems irritated and keeps pecking at its restraint. There's a crumpled message lying on the desk. Aside from that it looks like someone must have left here in a hurry, all sorts of things are knocked over or left open.
 
    >Read message
    >Check beside table
    >Look out window
    >Go downstairs
 
>>
Anonymous 03/29/13(Fri)23:59 No.9446531
 
    >>9446505
    Check beside table, but veeeeery carefully.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:00 No.9446577
 
    >>9446505
    message
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:00 No.9446580
Replies: >>9446618
 
    You head over to the bedside table. Someone's knocked over a picture-frame. You nudge it back up and see a pair of matched pictures. On the left side is a smiling older stallion in a garish hawaiian shirt and his slightly frumpy wife. On the right is Rarity and Sweetie Belle.
 
    It looks like someone had been trying to force the cupboard open, but it's locked.
 
    >Break cupboard open
    >Look out window
    >Read note
    >Go back downstairs
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:02 No.9446618
 
    >>9446580
    Note.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:05 No.9446711
Replies: >>9446735 >>9446736 >>9446759 >>9446762
 
    You head over to the desk, where a crumpled note sits. You smooth it out as best you can with your hoof.
 
    It's clearly from the messenger pigeon. It reads "Guards won't let anyone leave Canterlot, your father feeling more and more sick, we love you both so, so much. Please look after each other. Love forever, Mom and Dad."
 
    There's tearstains on the note.
 
    >Look out window
    >Break cupboard
    >Go back downstairs
 
>>
BillyMays 03/30/13(Sat)00:06 No.9446735
Replies: >>9446760
 
    >>9446711
    Break cupboard.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:06 No.9446736
Replies: >>9447536
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    >>9446711
    Look out the window - But keep your damn head down!
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:07 No.9446759
 
    >>9446711
    Cupboard
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:07 No.9446760
Replies: >>9446809
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    >>9446735
    You want to bring all of them here?!
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:07 No.9446762
 
    >>9446711
    Cupboard. Let's hope it's not too noisy.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:08 No.9446796
Replies: >>9446837
 
    You head over to the cupboard. It's already a little loose, whoever had been trying to get it open must've had to run off in a hurry. A sharp tug and the lock gives way.
 
    Inside there's a diary. You pick it up and slide it into one of the bags you're carrying.
 
    >Go back downstairs
    >Look out the window
 
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BillyMays 03/30/13(Sat)00:09 No.9446809
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    >>9446760
    We can take them.
 
>>
BillyMays 03/30/13(Sat)00:09 No.9446837
 
    >>9446796
    Look out window
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:12 No.9446911
Replies: >>9446930
 
    You creep up to the window and look out. From here you have a surprisingly good view of Ponyville. In the distance, the library still burns. The dead are mostly wandering away now, and you think if you were to go back downstairs you might be able to sneak the rest of the way to the town hall.
 
    You pause and squint. For a moment, you see a familiar white unicorn racing from rooftop to rooftop, but then she disappears again behind a high rise of buildings.
 
    >Go back downstairs
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:13 No.9446930
 
    >>9446911
    Go back downstairs.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:13 No.9446943
Replies: >>9446954 >>9446966
 
    You go back downstairs. At this point you're pretty sure the way's clear enough to start walking back to the town hall, but you could still explore the main level if you wanted.
 
    >Explore
    >Go back to the town hall
 
>>
BillyMays 03/30/13(Sat)00:14 No.9446954
 
    >>9446943
    explore, why not?
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:14 No.9446966
Replies: >>9447007
 
    >>9446943
    Explore!
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:16 No.9447007
 
    >>9446966
    >inb4 killed by zombie Opalescence
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:19 No.9447094
Replies: >>9447111
 
    You start picking through the dresses and mannequins. There's quite a stock. A few sharp suits as well, although this isn't really a formal occasion.
 
    You're just about losing interest when you notice an odd heap of fabrics, like they'd just fallen there and been left in place. As you look at it, it begins to stir.
 
    "Nrrgghrhghhhh"
 
    Dead hooves thrust out of the pile. A mare's corpse rises unsteadily to her legs as you stumble backward. It looks like her throat and stomach have been chewed open.
 
    When the death rattle passes through her throat, you could swear it sounds like "The horror..."
 
    >Buck!
    >Run home!
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:19 No.9447111
Replies: >>9447120
 
    >>9447094
    Buck, then stomp head. Double tap.
 
>>
BillyMays 03/30/13(Sat)00:20 No.9447120
 
    >>9447111
    I watched Zombieland a few days ago with my grandpa. He didn't pay attention to most of it.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:21 No.9447129
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    You know what I want to see?
 
    A Zebra Lee Everett.
 
    I can't seem to find any.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:22 No.9447167
Replies: >>9447279
 
    Your hoof lashes out with startling speed and precision, catching the corpse under the jaw and snapping the neck. The whole staggering mess collapses on itself, and without hesitating you bring your hoof down hard on its head. There's a satisfying crack, and it goes limp.
 
    You breath a sigh of relief. You can make it back without being chased now.
 
    You head outside, where the dead have since moved on and set your sights for town hall. You stick to nice, open streets where you can see trouble approaching and move as quickly and quietly as you can, closing the distance.
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:27 No.9447279
 
    >>9447167
    Continue
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:27 No.9447285
Replies: >>9447322 >>9447327 >>9447331
 
    Finally, you approach the home stretch toward the town hall.
 
    "Yoo hoo, darling!" Rarity lands with poise and precision next to you. "I knew you'd be fine," she sniffs. "And look, you brought the groceries with you! My, what a fine gentlecolt you are - those don't look light."
 
    Come to think of it, as many bags of food as you're carrying right now are pretty damn exhausting. You're relieved when Rarity lifts a few off you. "Come on, let's get this put away."
 
    The shield drops and the doors open on your approach. "See ya brought dinner," says Applejack, grinning. "Any chance y'got any apples?"
 
    "Alas no, dear," Rarity says with a frown. "Perhaps next time, hm?"
 
    Other ponies come and help unload you, setting about packing the food with the medical supplies. "That's our supply problems taken care of for now," says Rarity. "You really are a treasure, Sunny. Thank you for the help, and for not getting eaten when it would be most inconvenient!"
 
    You notice Big Macintosh appears to be waiting for you.
 
    >Give Rarity her diary
    >Go talk to Big Mac
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:28 No.9447322
 
    >>9447285
    Diary
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:28 No.9447327
 
    >>9447285
    Go talk to big mac and secretly read Rarity's diary.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:28 No.9447331
 
    >>9447285
    Diary, make sure to say you didn't read it.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:31 No.9447392
Replies: >>9447422 >>9447431
 
    "Hold up," you say, reaching into one of the bags. "This belongs to you."
 
    Rarity's stunned. "...M-my diary? Here, of all places? But how?! You must've-" She pauses, taking on a somber tone. "So you made it to Carousel Boutique. If you found my diary, you must've been in my room. Did you see the..."
 
    >I read the note. Rarity, I'm so sorry.
    >You need to tell Sweetie Belle the truth
    >It's okay. We all have our secrets.
    >I need to talk to Big Mac, excuse me.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:32 No.9447422
 
    >>9447392
    We all have our secrets.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:32 No.9447431
 
    >>9447392
    I read the note
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:36 No.9447536
 
    >>9446736
 
    >keep that mane short
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:38 No.9447564
Replies: >>9447589 >>9447602 >>9447613
 
    You gesture for Rarity to relax. "It's okay. We all have our secrets."
 
    Rarity gives you a weak smile, but there's real warmth beneath it. "Thank you, Sunny." She hugs the diary close. "For all your help." She looks across at the various ponies still milling about. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have work to do."
 
    When she sets off, Big Macintosh comes over to join you. "Figure it's about time we get outta Ponyville," he grunts. "I've been askin' around, puttin' some information together. That train's the only way we're gettin' this many outta Ponyville. Twilight can put it right again and you'n Rarity've gotten the supplies we need. We can ride the rails up to Canterlot, let Equestria sort this whole thing out."
 
    >Canterlot's doing bad too.
    >If you think so, we can give it a shot
    >Is everyone else onboard with this plan?
    >Don't we have too many ponies?
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:38 No.9447589
 
    >>9447564
    Fourth option.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:39 No.9447602
 
    >>9447564
    Option 1
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:39 No.9447613
 
    >>9447564
    Op 3.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:41 No.9447662
Replies: >>9447694 >>9447699 >>9447708 >>9447732
 
    "I thought you said we had too many ponies?" You try to do an informal headcount, but there has to be dozens, maybe even upwards of fifty. "Is there even enough room on the train, assuming Twilight can get the whole thing working?"
 
    Big Mac indulges in a long, contemplative silence. "Maybe," he says at last. "If the whole train works, maybe. If not... s'not somethin' we can decide standin' round here."
 
    >Canterlot's doing bad too.
    >If you think so, we can give it a shot
    >Is everyone else onboard with this plan?
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:42 No.9447694
 
    >>9447662
    Third option.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:43 No.9447699
 
    >>9447662
    Number 1.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:43 No.9447708
Replies: >>9447792
 
    >>9447662
    Canterlot's a no go. Found a "random" letter saying so.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:44 No.9447732
 
    >>9447662
    option 1
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:45 No.9447792
 
    >>9447708
    I wouldn't say it's a no-go.
 
    Sure it's probably suffering similarly, but if anywhere could survive it'd be the city with all the guards and magic.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:47 No.9447822
Replies: >>9447836 >>9447861
 
    "Is everyone else onboard with this plan? It's not like leaving ponies behind is going to work out for them."
 
    Mac scans the room, looking at different ponies, weighing them up. "Applejack wants t'hole up somewhere, but she don't think Ponyville's the place. Dash don't want to abandon Ponyville, but she'll follow the ponies if they go. Twilight's pushing Canterlot hard, naturally. Rarity doesn't seem to want to take charge on this. All the rest?" He shrugs. "They're just scared. They'll follow if we lead."
 
    >Canterlot's doing bad too.
    >If you think so, we can give it a shot
    >It's not my first choice... but I can't think of any other options right now
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:47 No.9447836
 
    >>9447822
    First option.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:48 No.9447861
 
    >>9447822
    First one.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:48 No.9447866
Replies: >>9447890 >>9447895 >>9447896 >>9447899 >>9447942
 
    “Canterlot's not doing any better,” you warn. “If we go up that way we might just be driving into more trouble.”
 
    “Now how can you know that, stranger?” Mac asks, eyeing you. “Somethin' else you remembered, maybe?”
 
    >Rarity got a note from her parents saying as much.
    >I read it on a note in town.
    >Never mind
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:49 No.9447890
 
    >>9447866
    First option.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:49 No.9447895
 
    >>9447866
    Op 2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:49 No.9447896
 
    >>9447866
    One.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:49 No.9447899
 
    >>9447866
    Number 2. random note.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:50 No.9447942
 
    >>9447866
    1.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)00:52 No.9447979
Replies: >>9448011
 
    "Rarity got a letter from her parents in Canterlot," you say. "Sounds like they're in the middle of the same sort of trouble."
 
    Big Macintosh nods, digesting this. "Well, that sounds pretty solid. It's still probably our best bet though, that's where the princesses and the army are. If Ponyville's done, Canterlot's our best bet - we'll just have to be a whole lot more careful." He gives you a nod. "Good work, stranger."
 
    >If you think so, we can give it a shot
    >It's not my first choice... but I can't think of any other options right now
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)00:53 No.9448011
 
    >>9447979
    2
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:03 No.9448262
Replies: >>9448286 >>9448287 >>9448326
 
    Still, you hesitate. "It's not my first choice," you admit "but... I can't come up with anything better. Okay, what do we have to do?"
 
    "Hardest part might be gettin' this walkin' buffet to the train station without gettin' mobbed," says Macintosh, who looks back over the crowd. "We need Twilight t'do her thing and she'll need protection while she does it, then we need t'load up and get outta here before the whole herd comes down on us.
 
    "Dash's volunteered to take one group, Applejack's got another, and I'll bring up the rear." The two of you walk over to Dash's map, where she and the others have gathered. "You're a pretty good problem-solver, stranger, so you'll be the runner between the three groups if there's trouble. Hopefully splittin' up like this will help us keep from gettin' into a panicky stampede at the first sign of trouble."
 
    "Don't worry," says Dash, with a grin. "I'll keep a tight lid on things. I've wrangled storms, wrangling ponies'll be a breeze."
 
    "Jes' be sure t'stay alert," Applejack warns. Worst thing that could happen is we get jumped."
 
    "If anyone's got any questions or issues afore we move out," says Mac. "Now's the time."
 
    >Do we have any weapons?
    >Who'll be in the lead?
    >If Twilight's key to this whole plan, where will she be?
    >Okay, let's do it.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:04 No.9448286
 
    >>9448262
    Weapons. It's a slaughter without them.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:04 No.9448287
 
    >>9448262
    Third option.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:05 No.9448326
Replies: >>9448357 >>9448366
 
    >>9448262
    "We need weapons," you say. "What have we got?"
 
    "Next to nothin' aside from some strong hooves," Macintosh mutters disapprovingly. "Ponyville didn't think much'a guns'n ammo."
 
    "The first stop's here," Applejack says, pointing to a shop along the route. "Tool shop. We can load up on whatever'll help."
 
    >What do we do if we can't get everyone on the train?
    >Who'll be in the lead?
    >If Twilight's key to this whole plan, where will she be?
    >Okay, let's do it.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:07 No.9448357
 
    >>9448326
    Third option.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:07 No.9448366
 
    >>9448326
    Option one, it's a real possiblity.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:09 No.9448415
Replies: >>9448460
 
    "We're putting a lot of faith in Twilight's magic," you warn. "Where will she be?"
 
    "I'll stay with the lead group," she replies. "That way I can use my magic to help fend off any packs we run into and get started on fixing the train as soon as possible."
 
    "That's me, if you're wondering!" says Rainbow Dash, with a grin. "We're heading straight up the main street. I've been flying it all day and hardly seen anything."
 
 
    >What do we do if we can't get everyone on the train?
    >Okay, let's do it.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:11 No.9448460
 
    >>9448415
    First option.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:19 No.9448681
Replies: >>9448722 >>9448728 >>9448735
 
    "What if we can't take everyone?" you ask, to general silence. "What if the train's too badly broken? What if there's not enough room? What then?"
 
    The ponies look at each other. They don't have an easy answer.
 
    "Won't happen," says Dash, sourly.
 
    Twilight frowns. "But if it did-"
 
    "WON'T. HAPPEN."
 
    "We can walk outta Ponyville if we hafta," says Applejack. "S'not like they're fast or smart."
 
    "But they're tireless," notes Rarity. "And they're everywhere."
 
    "And some of us aren't fast enough," Fluttershy whispers, glancing to Pinkie Pie.
 
    "I'm not hearing it!" Dash snaps. "We take everyone! We get to the train and we make it work! Maybe... maybe we put the slow people on the train and the rest of us walk or or or whatever!"
 
    Silence resumes.
 
    "There's no point in speculating now," suggests Twilight, a lie everyone seems comfortable with accepting. "We'll just have to see what we're dealing with."
 
    Mac nods. "Then it's time we get goin'." His voice raises. "Okay everybody! Grab some supplies and get ready to get goin'! We're makin' fer the Ponyville train station! Find yer group leader'n get ready!"
 
    There's a flurry of activity. Ponies are grabbing supplies and hurrying to different sides of the hall. At one point, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle run up to you. "Good luck, mister," Sweetie Belle chirps. "Hope ya make it t'the train!" Adds Applebloom.
 
    The shield drops, the doors open, and Dash leads the first group out. "Go, go!" Her, Twilight, Spike, and a group of ponies set off running.
 
    "Better get goin', Sunny," says Applejack from behind. "We'll be followin' soon enough."
 
    >See you at the tool shop
    >How about a kiss for luck?
    >Keep an eye on Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, they're going to need extra help.
    >...
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:20 No.9448722
 
    >>9448681
    Number 2.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:21 No.9448728
 
    >>9448681
    option 3
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:21 No.9448735
 
    >>9448681
    3.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:25 No.9448818
Replies: >>9448911 >>9448925
 
    "How about a kiss for luck?" you ask, arching an eyebrow.
 
    Applejack seems taken completely by surprise. "Uhhh..." She looks about quickly - Big Mac is in the back, getting his group together. "Aw shucks, why not." She leans forward and gives you an awkward peck on the cheek.
 
    The mares in her group start giggling and she snaps them a firm look. "Now git! Afore I kick y'all right out the door!"
 
    You git. Dash's group is just ahead. They're heading straight up the main street, as planned. The tool shop is plainly visible, and Dash is already working the door.
 
    "Looks like someone already barricaded it from the inside, but it didn't do them much good," says Dash. "Nothing I can't handle!" She backs up and slams the door like a truck, taking it off its hinges. "Hey, presto!"
 
    >Are you crazy?! What about the noise?
    >Grab what you can, anything with reach is best. Let me take a look in there.
    >I'll stand watch, you guys load up.
    >...
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:28 No.9448911
 
    >>9448818
    Second option.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:28 No.9448925
 
    >>9448818
    You dumb bitch, Dash.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:32 No.9449023
Replies: >>9449055
 
    "We need to load up," you say, following the other ponies inside. "Pitchforks, shovels, poles, anything you can use to hit before they get into tackling range will help."
 
    Ponies start grabbing tools off the shelf. There's a dark blood stain streaking away from the door and behind the counter, but otherwise no sign of any inhabitants. "Wait," said Dash, getting excited. "Is that a gun locker?"
 
    She dives behind the counter. "It is! Score! Hey, help me get this open, there's gotta be shotguns in here!"
 
    "R...Rainbow? Rainbow... Dash?"
 
    Everyone freezes. Dash goes pale. There's the sound of someone dragging themselves across the ground. Someone small.
 
    A small, orange filly, bleeding from multiple bite wounds, her back legs mangled, drags herself out from the back room. "Rainbow Dash?"
 
    Dash's voice is the whisper of a whisper. "Scootaloo?"
 
    >Dash, she's not going to make it
    >Maybe we can take her with us?
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:34 No.9449055
 
    >>9449023
    number 1.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:37 No.9449169
Replies: >>9449212 >>9449225 >>9449226 >>9449257
 
    You look down at the ruined body of the little pegasus filly and know the truth. "Dash... she's not going to make it."
 
    Dash turns two eyes' worth of volcanic anger at you. "Don't say that. Don't say that! She can make it!"
 
    The other ponies are looking at each other, fear and discomfort in their eyes. Dash looks from one to the other. "Out! Out! Everybody out! She needs... she needs space! She needs... out! Get out!"
 
    Dash's group are falling over themselves to get back out again, while you stand staring at Dash while tears roll over her anger. Scootaloo can't seem to speak anymore, just making weak sounds which drive Dash down to her knees.
 
    >It'll be better this way. Don't draw this out for her.
    >*Open the gun cabinet*
    >*leave*
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:39 No.9449212
 
    >>9449169
    Get the guns.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:39 No.9449225
 
    >>9449169
    Open cabinet, then leave.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:39 No.9449226
 
    >>9449169
    Second option. Gotta harvest dem haters.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:40 No.9449257
 
    >>9449169
    Get guns, leave and then take over dashs group.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:43 No.9449314
Replies: >>9449352 >>9449379 >>9449389
 
    You quietly step around Rainbow Dash. She's low to the ground now, face pressed up against Scootaloo's head, weeping endlessly. "How... how are you even here?!" she hisses, her voice rasping. "I looked everywhere! I scoured the sky for you! How did you even get here?!"
 
    Scootaloo only makes pained gurgles in response.
 
    You open the cabinet and find a half-dozen shotguns and some shell boxes. Absently, you begin to load one of them.
 
    "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I failed you. I'm the worst fakest big sister ever. I... I..."
 
    >I can do it, if you're not up to it
    >*hand Dash the gun*
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:44 No.9449352
 
    >>9449314
    Do it yourself
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:45 No.9449379
Replies: >>9449409
 
    >>9449314
    Shoot both of them.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:45 No.9449389
 
    >>9449314
    Kill her, you're not here to make friends. You're here to survive.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:45 No.9449409
 
    >>9449379
    Second.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:46 No.9449424
Replies: >>9449460 >>9449466
 
    "Rainbow Dash," you say quietly. "She's in pain. There's nothing more we can do for her. I can end this, if you want."
 
    Dash turns her gaze back up to you and tries to summon her anger, but can't. All you see is crushing, emotional defeat. "...Okay," she whispers. "Just... just give me a minute."
 
    She leans back down and gives Scootaloo a kiss on the forehead. Scootaloo seems completely delirious at this point, if she notices she doesn't show it.
 
    At last, Dash flies up on to the counter and turns away. "Do it."
 
    >*Shoot Scootaloo*
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:48 No.9449460
 
    >>9449424
    Proceed. But tell Dash to go outside.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:48 No.9449466
 
    >>9449424
    Do it.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:50 No.9449511
Replies: >>9449525 >>9449534 >>9449541
 
    You turn your gun toward Scootaloo, aiming for the head. She's breathing more shallowly now, wheezing and groaning. At the last second, before you pull the trigger, Dash turns back to see.
 
    You fire. Scootaloo's head explodes violently, sending blood and bone all over the floor and wall. Blood splatters onto Dash's hooves, but she doesn't blink.
 
    A few moments pass.
 
    "What the hay just happened in there?!" shouts Twilight from outside. "Rainbow Dash! We're waiting for you! Applejack's group'll be here any minute!
 
    Dash is staring off into her own universe.
 
    >To survive, sometimes, we have to make sacrifices.
    >You can't change the past, but you can save lives in the difference.
    >You can't handle this right now. I'm taking over the group.
    >...
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:51 No.9449525
 
    >>9449511
    *in the present
    fuck
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:51 No.9449534
 
    >>9449511
    Second option, but take control of the group anyways.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)01:51 No.9449541
 
    >>9449511
    Number 3.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)01:59 No.9449688
Replies: >>9449703 >>9449712
 
    "Sometimes you can't save everyone," you say, reaching into the cabinet for another gun. "But right now? There's a lot of lives you still can." You extend another shotgun for her. She stares at it for a moment before taking it.
 
    "Dash! Come on, quit fooling around! We need to get to the train station!"
 
    "I'm coming!" you shout out. "We're heading out!"
 
    You feel a hoof rest on your shoulder, and see Dash come up beside you. "It's okay," she replies coolly. "I'm up for this. And thank you for that. I don't know if I could've... done it myself." Her expression hardens, and she draws her gun. "Now let's get out there and save what's left of Ponyville."
 
    The two of you step outside, finally. Twilight lets out a frustrated sigh. "We don't have time for this-"
 
    "I know," replies Rainbow Dash. "We're heading up main street right now. It should be clear the first few blocks at least, after that we might have to start working. Sunny? You stay here and link up with Applejack's group, let her know we're on our way."
 
    Rainbow Dash takes to the air and scans the horizon. "Move out, people!" Her group sets off down the road.
 
    Twilight lingers. "What just happened?"
 
    >Keep an eye on Dash, she's not going to be able to keep it together.
    >Dash found Scootaloo, it wasn't pretty.
    >It was personal. She's on top of it.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:00 No.9449703
 
    >>9449688
    3.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:00 No.9449712
 
    >>9449688
    Number 2, best she know.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)02:09 No.9449870
 
    "Nothing we need to talk about right now," you say. "Dash can handle it. Just watch her back."
 
    Twilight doesn't seem entirely convinced but she lets it go and sets off after her group.
 
    You're not left waiting long. As soon as Dash is gone, Applejack and her group follow up. Rarity, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie are with her, with Fluttershy helping Pinkie Pie along. "Dash's group headin' t'the train already?" asks Applejack, and you nod. "Good. Let's grab what we can and get outta here."
 
    They go inside and help themselves to tools and weapons.
 
    When they file out, Applejack has a shotgun slung over her back and an ashen expression. "Saw Scootaloo in there. Reckon there was nothin' ya coulda done, huh?" She sighs. "Horseapples. This'd kill Applebloom if she knew..."
 
    >Sometimes a lie's easier to take.
    >She'll need to know
    >It's your call.
    >...
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)02:11 No.9449931
Replies: >>9450008
 
    >Posting the next update early because herp a derp
 
    Good thing we're so close to the finish, it's too late for me to post effectively anymore.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:14 No.9450008
 
    >>9449931
    Tell the truth to Applebloom.
 
    You better not leave us without a NEXT TIME ON THE TROTTING DEAD like you did las time.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)02:17 No.9450061
Replies: >>9450093 >>9450098
 
    "Sooner or later she's going to figure out her friend isn't coming back," you warn. "Better she hears it from you than living in uncertainty or finding out some other way."
 
    Applejack sighs and hangs her head. "Yer right. Consarn it, I'm the Element'a Honesty, shoulda been able t'answer that one. C'mon. We're takin' the side street."
 
    You follow along the lower side street that runs parallel to the main street. The fire's spread to this area, making it hard to see and hear, but the fire seems to have scared off the dead.
 
    Unfortunately, that's not all it's scared.
 
    About halfway down the street, Pinkie starts screaming.
 
    "What in tarnation's gotten inta her?" Applejack snaps as she runs back down the group to where Fluttershy tries to deal with a flailing, screaming Pinkie Pie.
 
    "I-I-I don't know!" Fluttershy sputters. "She just won't... she started... I don't know!"
 
    "Burning!" Pinkie screams! "Pain! Burning!"
 
    Rarity hisses. "It doesn't take a psychologist to know if you take someone who recently cauterized their own leg to a street that's on fire you might get a reaction!"
 
    "Well we need t'shut her up afore... oh lord." Applejack goes pale. "Afore that."
 
    There's a pack. A big one, one street over. They're standing at the edge of the flames, seemingly distracted and ignoring you. But, as Pinkie screams, you see them start to twitch. Their ears rise to the wind.
 
    >If you can't shut her up, we might have to leave her here.
    >Can't we knock her out?
    >Pinkie! Listen! If you don't calm down, we're all going to die!
    >Maybe we can run for it?
    >...
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:19 No.9450093
Replies: >>9450131
 
    >>9450061
    Shoot her.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:19 No.9450098
 
    >>9450061
    Knock her out, brutally.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:21 No.9450131
 
    >>9450093
    Seconding this. She's bit anyway.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)02:23 No.9450180
Replies: >>9450194 >>9450206 >>9450218 >>9450242 >>9450244
 
    "If we can't make her keep quiet..." you take a deep breath and let it out. "We might have to leave her here."
 
    The three ponies turn to you, shocked.
 
    Fluttershy breaks the silence. "Do it."
 
    "W-what!" says Rarity, her voice faint from shock. "Fluttershy, you... you can't be serious."
 
    Fluttershy's tone is even. "We left Angel behind because we had to in order to survive. Now we have to leave Pinkie Pie. We never had a choice."
 
    Applejack looks from you to Fluttershy, trying to process what's being said.
 
    >I'm sorry, and I hate to say it, but we can't afford to take her with us if she's going to bring the whole herd down on us
    >...I'll carry her then. I can take it.
    >Pinkie Pie! If you can hear me, please! If you can't calm down, we'll die!
    >Maybe we can just run for it with her.
    >...
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:24 No.9450194
Replies: >>9450241
 
    >>9450180
    222222!
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:25 No.9450206
Replies: >>9450235
 
    >>9450180
    First option.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:26 No.9450218
 
    >>9450180
    Number 1.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:26 No.9450235
 
    >>9450206
    Fuck you
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:26 No.9450241
 
    >>9450194
    You're nuts; you're completely, utterly, and totally nuts.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:26 No.9450242
 
    >>9450180
 
    Option 1
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:26 No.9450244
 
    >>9450180
    Gonna have to go with 1
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)02:30 No.9450329
Replies: >>9450346 >>9450388 >>9450396
 
    You look into Applejack's eyes. Over to Rarity, pleading. Over to Fluttershy, terrifyingly cool. Your mind changes. "No. Go on. I've got this."
 
    They hesitate. "Go!"
 
    Fluttershy starts moving. With unexpected command, she shouts "Okay, people! We are leaving! Down this street, double-time!"
 
    Rarity follows, watching you with uncertainty and perhaps fear.
 
    Applejack lingers last. She looks down to Pinkie Pie, screaming and wailing, and back up to you. She leans in for a kiss, this time for real, before leaning back. "Bring'er home safe," she asks, and sets off after the others at full gallop.
 
    You pull the screaming, crying Pinkie Pie on to your back. She's thrashing, but you can take it.
 
    The herd is pushing their way through the flames. There's more than you remember, but you push on. You can still take it.
 
    One of them breaks into a run, which is new. You awkwardly wheel around to face it and lash out with your hoof, a punishing blow that cracks its head on impact. Still taking it.
 
    Pinkie's reduced herself to low, sad moans now, mumbling over and over. "We're already dead! We're already dead!"
 
    >Keep going. You can handle it.
    >You can't take it. Let her go.
    >This is hopeless. Freeze.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:31 No.9450346
Replies: >>9450359
 
    >>9450329
    Keep going
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:32 No.9450359
 
    >>9450346
    Fucking love you. Gotta save Pinks.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:34 No.9450388
Replies: >>9450414
 
    >>9450329
    Number 2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:34 No.9450396
 
    >>9450329
 
    Fuck it, keep going.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:35 No.9450414
Replies: >>9450426
 
    >>9450388
    >leaving pink pone
    She's not my favorite, but I would walk through fire covered in kerosene to save Pinkie.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:36 No.9450426
 
    >>9450414
    She's been bitten, she done for anyway.
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)02:37 No.9450440
Replies: >>9450455 >>9450465 >>9450477
 
    You keep going. You've got this handled.
 
    The pocket you're in shrinks as the burning dead close in from multiple directions. Another runner breaks from the pack, its groan more of a roar. You try to wheel around in time, but this one's got an angle on you and you know you'll be too slow.
 
    "Already dead!" Pinkie screams.
 
    You hear a shotgun blast from above and the dead one drops.
 
    Rainbow Dash lands next to you. "Keep going! I've got you covered!" She fires again, and one in your way goes down. You pick up the pace and keep running.
 
    "There's a ladder on the right!" Dash shouts over the sound of gunfire. "Take it! I'll carry Pinkie!"
 
    You see the ladder. It's up the side of a long warehouse, connecting back with the main street. You make it to the bottom of the ladder and pause. Dash gets off another shot before landing nearby. She slings Pinkie over one shoulder and takes off. "Climb, damnit!"
 
    What can you do? You climb.
 
    And soon you're out of there.
 
    Pinkie and Dash are waiting at the top. You kick the ladder down after you, just to be safe, while the herd roils below.
 
    As you look down at them, Pinkie begins to speak. "I slept in today. When I woke up, the cakes were already trying to block the door."
 
    >Another time, Pinkie.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:38 No.9450455
 
    >>9450440
    >...
    Let her talk
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:39 No.9450465
 
    >>9450440
    Let the cunt talk.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:40 No.9450477
Replies: >>9450510
 
    >>9450440
    Give her the dick.
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:42 No.9450510
Replies: >>9450539
 
    Let Pinkie talk I guess
 
    >>9450477
 
    No way, Sunny is getting with best pone
 
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Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:43 No.9450539
 
    >>9450510
    Agreed, Rarity is best pone
 
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OP 03/30/13(Sat)02:45 No.9450560
Replies: >>9450657 >>9450671 >>9450717
 
    You and Dash look at each other, then to Pinkie, who continues. "They were talking about putting a table in front of it, or maybe the fridge if they could move it. I didn't know what was going on, I was joking about how we wouldn't get any business if the customers had to climb in through the windows.
 
    "But that's what happened. Someone tried to get in. I don't think he was dead yet when he climbed through the window but he must've died afterward, because Mr. Cake went upstairs to get the nails and then he started screaming."
 
    She pauses. The horde below is knocking each other apart just to paw the wall where the ladder had been.
 
    "He came back down bleeding, and we pushed the fridge against the door, and the whole time it seemed like everything was going to be okay. Mr. Cake lost a lot of blood, though, and pretty soon he started getting sleepy. And when he woke up, well..."
 
    Pinkie sighs. "His wife, his babies, his sweet little babies, none of it mattered any more. So when he got to me... I bucked him in the face. But my leg got caught in his teeth, so I... I took the butcher knife and I..." here she begins to well up again. "I gave it to him."
 
    She lets out a shuddering sigh. "I burned the stump on the stove. And then... later, you found me."
 
    She turns and looks you to Dash. "Then you found Pinkie Pie."
 
    The end of her mane, just the end, twirls into a curl.
 
    >We need to catch up with the others.
    >Dash, what happened to your group?
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:50 No.9450657
 
    >>9450560
    2.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:51 No.9450671
 
    >>9450560
 
    2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:54 No.9450717
 
    >>9450560
    2.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)02:55 No.9450738
Replies: >>9450751 >>9450822 >>9450840
 
    After a pause, you turn to Dash. "Did your group make it okay?"
 
    She nods. "They're at the train already. Twilight's putting it back on the tracks. We'll be out of here in no time."
 
    Dash lowers herself to the ground and lifts up Pinkie. "I'm taking Pinkie straight to the station. I think Applejack's group is gonna make it but I'll check on them. You go find Big Mac - get down the other side of the warehouse and cross the street over to the alleyways."
 
    She's about to take off again, but before she does she turns to you and says. "Save the ones we can, right?" And then she's off.
 
    You follow her advice. The far side of the building has another ladder, and you cross main street to get to the alleys on the far side. There you see Mac, forging ahead of his group. He spots you and nods. "Any trouble so far?"
 
    >Nothing serious. Everyone's meeting up at the train.
    >It's been hell. We'll be lucky if we can keep it together.
    >They're fine, what about your group?
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:56 No.9450751
 
    >>9450738
    1.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)02:59 No.9450822
 
    >>9450738
    2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:00 No.9450840
 
    >>9450738
 
    2
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:01 No.9450856
Replies: >>9450870 >>9450894 >>9450907 >>9450921 >>9450943 >>9451041
 
    "Nah, nothing serious," you say. "First two groups are at the train and getting it set up. We're just waiting on you and your group."
 
    Mac nods. "No trouble yet. We should have an easy run, come on. We need to keep the way ahead clear."
 
    The two of you continue forward through the alleys. One dead pony notices your passage, but Mac smashes it effortlessly. You start to wonder at just how far ahead you are from Mac's group, when he begins to speak. "Last group's not the best. A lotta slow ones, a lotta loners... a lotta ponies nobody'd miss, if it comes to it." He looks over his shoulder to be sure you're still ahead and says "Survival might be tight, even if there's room on the train and even if it works. We've only got so many supplies t'go around, and if Canterlot's going under, well...
 
    "I've got family t'look after, stranger. D'ye understand?"
 
    >I do, and I do NOT like what you're saying
    >If we need to cut a few for the whole group to survive, well...
    >What would Granny say>
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:01 No.9450870
 
    >>9450856
    1.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:03 No.9450894
 
    >>9450856
    1
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:03 No.9450907
 
    >>9450856
 
    3, just to fuck with him
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:04 No.9450921
 
    >>9450856
    3
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:05 No.9450943
 
    >>9450856
    Shoot him.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:09 No.9451041
Replies: >>9451101 >>9451110 >>9451136 >>9451155
 
    >>9450856
    "Let's make this clear," you say, teeth gritted. "I get what you're saying, and I'll be damned if I'm going to go along with it. We might not be able to save everyone but there's no reason to start leaving behind the people we can."
 
    "You can't save everyone, stranger," Mac rumbles. "Even if y'do, yer just killin' em later when the food runs out or infection gets in among 'em."
 
    And that's it. The two of you run out of alleyway, and suddenly you're looking out at the train station.
 
    You remember seeing the wrecked train before from above. Now rested easily on the tracks again, albeit a bit away from the station itself where the tracks had been damaged. Ponies from the first two groups were already clambering into the first two carriages.
 
    Applebloom and Sweetie Belle come up from behind, huffing and puffing. "Big Mac, ya ran too quick!" Applebloom whines, frowning. "T'weren't fair!"
 
    "No time t'chat!" Mac snaps. "Now you two girls get in the second carriage with your big sisters. SECOND carriage, y'hear?"
 
    "Yeah yeah, we're going," Applebloom mumbles. "Hey Sunny."
 
    "Hey Sunny!" Sweetie beams as she runs past.
 
    The remaining ponies from Mac's group finally catch up, panting and wheezing. A brown stallion with a sand-timer mark gives Mac an annoyed look. "A bit brisk, wasn't it?"
 
    Mac ignores him and turns to the whole group. "Listen up, everybody! Carriage three, y'hear? Drop yer supplies off at the engine and get on carriage THREE!"
 
    They don't need telling twice, the dozen or so ponies of Mac's group set off at once for the perceived safety of the train.
 
    Mac gives you a look and sets off after them. "Better see how Twilight's comin' along."
 
    >Go see Twilight
    >Talk to Applejack
    >Just get on the train
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:12 No.9451093
 
    1
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:13 No.9451101
 
    >>9451041
    go see Twilight, give her the dick.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:13 No.9451110
 
    >>9451041
    Op 1. Gotta find the purplesmart.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:15 No.9451136
Replies: >>9451162 >>9451177
 
    >>9451041
    You break with Mac and head toward the front of the train, where Twilight's working her magic. You see broken parts of the train reassemble themselves, cracked windows heal, and all the other hallmarks of a powerful unicorn magician.
 
    Twilight notices you approach. "They're saying you saved Pinkie's life. Again. Thanks, Sunny. If we're going to beat this thing, something tells me we'll need the Elements of Harmony."
 
    >Her element? Is that all?
    >How's the train coming along?
    >It's hell out there right now.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:16 No.9451155
 
    >>9451041
 
    Get with Apple Pone
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:17 No.9451162
 
    >>9451136
    2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:18 No.9451177
 
    >>9451136
 
    3
 
    reCaptcha: worldwar certificates
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:20 No.9451211
Replies: >>9451223 >>9451236 >>9451246
 
    "How's the train? Tell me we'll be able to drive this thing out of here."
 
    Twilight smiles. "Finally some good news, right? There's enough room for everyone. We've checked inside, on top and underneath for dead and it's clear. All the supplies are piled up on the first carriage and engine compartment to minimize risk of losing them. We should be ready to go in a few minutes, once everyone's aboard!"
 
    >How are the others? Everyone holding up?
    >I'll be aboard shortly, first I need to find Applejack. Where is she?
    >I'll be on in a minute, I just need to check something out on carriage 3.
    >I'm getting on now. I'll see you soon.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:21 No.9451223
 
    >>9451211
    Option 3
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:22 No.9451236
 
    >>9451211
 
    3
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:23 No.9451246
 
    >>9451211
    >3
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:26 No.9451278
Replies: >>9451287 >>9451295
 
    "I'll be on in a minute," you assure her. "I just need to check something on carriage 3."
 
    "Well, don't be long," says Twilight, concern in her voice. "We don't want to leave you behind!"
 
    You head back down the train to carriage 3. As you walk, you notice just about everybody's aboard now. You look up through the windows as you pass and see all the familiar faces, looking relieved and safe.
 
    You get to carriage three and everything seems normal. You even stick your head in the door to check and the seats are full up with the ponies from Mac's group.
 
    One of them near the back, an earth pony mare with a pink coat and a little white collar, suppresses a sniffle when she see you. "Oh, eet ees the famous Sunnee," she says, in an odd accent. "Weel you bee rideeng with us?"
 
    >Sure, I'll jump aboard.
    >Not just yet. Have you seen Mac?
    >No, I was just looking for Applejack.
    >No, I was getting aboard one of the other carriages.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:26 No.9451287
 
    >>9451278
    2.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:27 No.9451295
 
    >>9451278
 
    Find AJ and get lovin'
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:30 No.9451335
Replies: >>9451354 >>9451364
 
    "Not just yet," you say. "Have you seen Big Mac anywhere?"
 
    "Beeg Mahc? He ees rideeng with us, yes, but I have not seen heem." She shrugs.
 
    You close the carriage door and look around, when something in the sky catches your eye. Something close to the horizon. Something huge.
 
    From atop the carriage, you hear Mac's voice. "Sweet Celestia," he says in shock.
 
    On the horizon is Cloudsdale.
 
    And it's crashing.
 
    It's heading straight for Ponyville.
 
    You hear the train whistle blow. Twilight's voice screams "All aboard!" as loud as she can.
 
    >Get aboard carriage 3
    >Get about carriage 2 or 1
    >Get on top of carriage 3
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:31 No.9451354
 
    >>9451335
    GODDAMNIT.
    On top. That way if anyone needs help.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:31 No.9451364
 
    >>9451335
 
    Option 3
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:33 No.9451383
Replies: >>9451399 >>9451450
 
    You climb on top the carriage just as the train shudders to life. It starts to roll down the track.
 
    You manage to turn away from Cloudsdale and see Mac sitting at the far end, near the couplings for the third carriage that hold it to the second.
 
    He nods to you. "Stranger."
 
    >Mac, what're you planning?
    >I just want to get on the train, don't mind me.
    >Cloudsdale is CRASHING!
    >...Mac
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:34 No.9451399
 
    >>9451383
    1. STOP THAT FUCKER. or 3.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:37 No.9451450
 
    >>9451383
 
    1
 
    We're killing him, aren't we?
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:38 No.9451469
Replies: >>9451477 >>9451482 >>9451483 >>9451537
 
    You start closing the distance. "Easy now Big Macintosh," you say. "Just what're you doing up here?"
 
    "What'dyer think?" he asks. "You know enough t'figure it out. These ponies're the dead weight. If any of us is gonna survive we're gonna need a lot less'a that. Hell, with that thing comin' our way," and at this Mac points to Cloudsdale toppling out of the sky. "It might not matter much anyway."
 
    Mac gets to his hooves and stretches. Every muscle seems to flex. "You're a smart guy, stranger. My sister likes you. You should be on one'a them other carriages. Y'can still go."
 
    >Mac, think of what your Granny would say if she could see you now
    >If you want to dump these ponies, you'll have to go through me.
    >...I think I'll do that, Mac.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:39 No.9451477
 
    >>9451469
    2.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:39 No.9451482
 
    >>9451469
 
    2!
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:39 No.9451483
 
    >>9451469
    Granny was a bitch anyways.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:43 No.9451537
 
    >>9451469
    2.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:45 No.9451566
Replies: >>9451585 >>9451586 >>9451600 >>9451686
 
    You plant yourself. "If you want to dump these ponies," you warn, "You're going to have to get through me first!"
 
    Mac sighs. "Suit yourself."
 
    He comes charging at you like the wrath of an angry god.
 
    There's not much room to maneuver on top of a train, but you surprise yourself by deftly leaping over him and landing in a tucked roll. He wheels around, almost losing his footing, but retains it. Another heedless charge though, and he seems to mean it this time.
 
    You try to jump again, but this time he jumps with you and catches you in the air. The two of you slam together and almost roll off, but you manage to push off of Mac and land on your hooves while he hangs on just barely.
 
    Dangling over the side, Mac cracks a grin. "I ain't seen moves like that in a long time."
 
    >Where?
    >Try to force Mac off the side of the carriage
    >Pull him up
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:46 No.9451585
 
    >>9451566
    3. Cautiously.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:46 No.9451586
 
    >>9451566
    3.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:47 No.9451600
 
    >>9451566
 
    3
 
>>
Eclipse Squad 03/30/13(Sat)03:52 No.9451686
 
    >>9451566
    3 but be careful.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:53 No.9451697
Replies: >>9451728
 
    You reach down to try and pull Mac up. Damn, this'd be easier if you didn't have hooves.
 
    "Come on!" you shout over the roar, as the train picks up speed. "I can lift you back up."
 
    "So what? So we can go another round?" Mac shakes his head. "You made your point, Stranger. We'll do things your way, and I don't think the ponies below'll like knowin' I was tryin' t'cut 'em loose. My family don't need that kind of grief."
 
    "You don't need to do this!" you shout, trying to pull him up. "You don't need to do any of this! Mac, your family needs YOU!"
 
    "No they don't," he murmurs, barely above a whisper. "Not like I am now. Not after this. Ya make tough decisions, stranger, ya gotta live by 'em. Remember that."
 
    He lets go.
 
    You watch as Big Mac rolls onto the grass while the train pulls away. The herd is tight on your tail, having been drawn out by the sound of the train and chased before falling Cloudsdale.
 
    "Take good care'a my sisters!" Mac yells after you. "And I'll see ya in hell!"
 
    Cloudsdale impacts.
 
    >[CONTINUE]
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:56 No.9451728
 
    >>9451697
    Conitinue
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)03:57 No.9451743
Replies: >>9451763 >>9451767 >>9451941
 
    Rainbow light explodes in a violent, virulent blast, leveling huge parts of the town. Clouds explode, and ponies are thrown in all directions. Your eyes are briefly struck blind by the glare, and you have to blink them back to life.
 
    When you can see again Mac is gone, but the herd remains. Ponyville, behind you, is a ruin. Cloudsdale, half-formed, sticks out of a rainbow-hued crater. And now all across the ground and all across the sky you can see them. Pegasii, unicorns, earth ponies. The trotting dead.
 
    You drag yourself across the carriages and drop down into the engine compartment. Applejack and Twilight are there. "What just happened?!" Applejack shouts. "I heard yellin' and and an explosion and and and then there was this LIGHT and..."
 
    >Big Mac's gone, I'm sorry.
    >Cloudsdale just took out Ponyville.
    >...
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:58 No.9451763
Replies: >>9451832
 
    >>9451743
    Option 2
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)03:58 No.9451767
 
    >>9451743
    Number 1!
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:03 No.9451832
 
    >>9451763
    this
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)04:08 No.9451917
Replies: >>9451930 >>9451949
 
    "Cloudsdale just crashed into Ponyville," you say, avoiding Applejack's gaze. "The explosion was huge. I don't think anyone survived either."
 
    Dash comes bursting in from the first carriage, with Fluttershy, Rarity and Pinkie behind. "Cloudsdale exploded!" She screams, looking stunned. "I... how? HOW?"
 
    "Tbey must've lost turbine control," says Twilight, nervously. "Then the impact would've destabilized the rainbow chemical storage causing a chain reaction which-"
 
    "Cloudsdale's GONE!" shouts Rainbow Dash. "Ponyville's GONE! It's all GONE!"
 
    "Not ALL gone!" says Rarity, stamping her hoof. "So long as we live, Ponyville lives."
 
    "And Cloudsdale," adds Fluttershy, looking to Rainbow Dash.
 
    "Ah want t'take a moment," says Applejack to all assembled. "T'remember those what didn't make it here with us. And t'be thankful fer escapin' with our lives." She looks around the group, silent, contemplative. "We did good today, but tomorrow could be just as hard again. We won't be able t'rest 'till we find somewhere safe for our people, away from them monsters."
 
    Twilight nods. "Once we get to Canterlot and can speak to Celestia directly, I'm sure we'll be able to fix this crisis. So long as the elements of harmony are together, there's nothing we can't do."
 
    This, at last, gets firm agreement from all six members. Even Pinkie Pie.
 
    "It's still a long way to Canterlot," Twilight warned. "I'll keep the engine going, but you girls should get some rest. You too, Sunny."
 
    You feel exhaustion suddenly take effect.
 
    The carriage is full of ponies, but Applebloom has saved you a bench. "We're s'posed t'be waitin' fer Big Mac but he said he's prob'bly stayin' with the third carriage," Applebloom confides.
 
    "Hush up now," says Applejack. "We're gonna need some rest afore we reach Canterlot." She sits down on the bench and gestures for you to join her. "Whatcha say, Sunny? You must be needin' a nap by now."
 
    >...Sure.
    >...I'll sleep in the back, thanks.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:09 No.9451930
 
    >>9451917
    2.
 
>>
Eclipse Squad 03/30/13(Sat)04:10 No.9451941
 
    >>9451743
    >>9451743
    Now is a good time to end things. Imagine it, You on top of a train riding into the distance while the wind blows your mane back. You sit there and stare at the destruction. Things weren't easy, but you managed to get everybody to safety. Well...mostly everybody. You don't know what you will find in Canterlot but you have a feeling that this isn't over.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:11 No.9451949
 
    >>9451917
    2.
    and could you end this soon, OP? anons need sleep.
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)04:13 No.9451971
Replies: >>9451985 >>9451995 >>9452004
 
    You try to look her in the eye, but can't.
 
    "I'll... sleep in the back, thanks." Applejack, confused, watches you stagger through the carriage and out the other end.
 
    You drag your lead feet all the way through the second carriage and into the third. When you pass the pink-coated pony from earlier she tries to ask you what happened with Mac, but you ignore her.
 
    There's a bench suspiciously open. You think you know whose it was supposed to be.
 
    You don't care. You fall down immediately and begin to sleep.
 
    And dream.
 
    "Your work is coming along splendidly, doctor," a warm, motherly voice says, unbidden. "Maybe it's time for a demonstration..."
 
    >[END THE TROTTING DEAD, EPISODE 2]
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:14 No.9451985
 
    >>9451971
    God damnit, Celestia.
 
    No preview?
 
>>
Eclipse Squad 03/30/13(Sat)04:15 No.9451995
 
    >>9451971
    Ending theme.
 
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nH1rCXv36A
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:15 No.9452004
Replies: >>9452074
 
    >>9451971
    I wonder who'll end up being the groups 'Daryl'?
 
>>
OP 03/30/13(Sat)04:20 No.9452066
 
    NEXT TIME, ON THE TROTTING DEAD
 
    “This place looks even worse than Ponyville,” remarks Rainbow Dash, with a frown.
 
    “Until it exploded,” offers Pinkie. Rainbow Dash pulls a face at her.
 
    “At least none of them could fly in Ponyville."
 
    ***
 
    "Well there must be SOMEWHERE we can go," Rarity grumbles with a pout.
 
    "Nowhere safe," replies the guard captain. "This whole district's quarantined. Tell you the truth, the whole city's quarantined."
 
    "The whole damn world's quarantined," the guard next to him says, before spitting.
 
    ***
    "Ah can't believe you," Applejack snarls, circling. "After all this time, after all you've done fer us, why'd y'do it? Why?"
 
    "I'm so sorry," you say, struggling to stand. "I didn't mean for it to happen, but he wouldn't-"
 
    "No, I can't be hearin' it!" She screams. "Just... get out! Get out, stranger!"
 
    ***
 
    "That's just it," says Fluttershy, looking frightened. "I don't know if it's the disease or if she's just sick. She lost a lot of blood-"
 
    "We know she lost a lot of blood!" Rainbow Dash roars. "What we don't know if that's what's making her sick!"
 
    ***
    "And this is Sunny," says Twilight, gesturing to you.
 
    "We know him," Luna replies, giving you an appraising look. "But we knew him not by that name."
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:21 No.9452074
Replies: >>9452121
 
    >>9452004
    Fagtard, this is based off of TT's Walking Dead
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:24 No.9452121
Replies: >>9452136 >>9452155
 
    >>9452074
    Who'll be our Ben and Kenny then?
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:25 No.9452136
 
    >>9452121
    Pinkie can be Carla. Except during the 3 act.
 
>>
Anonymous 03/30/13(Sat)04:27 No.9452155
 
    >>9452121
    Kenny was Big Mac, if you could just kill Kenny in the meat locker.