Staff Short Story Contest

Hello Everyone,

We have a small competition for you guys. It is really simple, all you have to do is write a short story about the staff here on Equestria Forever. We want to keep the contest as open as possible, so there won't be a word limit but keep in mind that this is a short story competition, not a book. We are open to anything as long as it isn't offensive and abides by the competition rules below as well as the site rules. The story also doesn't have to include all the staff members but must include at least two of us. The competition ends on the 1st August, which leaves you exactly four weeks to think of an idea and write it down for people to read!


Rules
1. No heavy petting
2. The story must be about the current staff
3. Nothing Offensive or Demeaning
4. Abide by site rules as well as contest rules.


When the 1st August has passed I will make a post stating where the entries end, the writing will then be judged and the winner will get a grand prize of 15,000 bits! There will also be smaller prizes for second and third place.

We look forward to seeing the creative stories that you guys make,
Good luck and happy writing!

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Originally Posted by Derpy

Rules
1. No heavy petting

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:lol:!

None of these stories are going to be able to capture my interest at all! :drama:

Inb4 staf is dum teh end

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Originally Posted by Derpy

3. Nothing Offensive or Demeaning

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Dang it.

On second thought I think I've got some ideas :mmm:

Good luck everyone~ :devious:

Is staff allowed to participate?

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Originally Posted by Lyra

Is staff allowed to participate?

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Yeah :)

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Originally Posted by Lyra

Is staff allowed to participate?

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No, because you're all incompetent. :butthurt:

A-at writing, I mean. :lie:

Ugh! There's just so much potential! :drama:

It seems I'm writing a book after all :eyeroll:
Even if I can't submit it, hopefully some of you will enjoy it if you can sit through the whole thing :bs:

Spoiler: A Spark of Revenge - Part 1 

A Spark of Revenge - Part 1

It was a beautiful day at the Discord mansion! @Discord was lying on a tanning chair out in the backyard of his estate, sunning himself next to his pool - as was often what his adminly duty entailed.

"Another perfect day!" he thought to himself, giving his martini a quick sip, "I wonder if @Twilight Sparkle had those new ads put in yet. Just a little bit longer and I'll be 'working' from the deck of my brand new yacht! :derpsquee:"

Discord chuckled to himself as he lifted himself from the chair. The excitement from the thought was making him giddy! But as he headed into the mansion he forced himself to regain his composure. A deep breath, and once again, Discord was all business. @Derpy stood by the entrance, waiting with a plate to receive Discord's empty martini glass.

"Taking a break, sir?" he inquired, as his liege approached with his usual elegance.

"Yes, I've got some business I need to address with Admin Twilight." replied Discord disinterestedly. "If he's found another excuse for not doing what I asked, he's going to be in a boat-load of trou- a yacht of tr- a lot of trouble." Discord stammered, still somewhat distracted by his 'fantasea'.

Derpy was slightly phased by Discord's slip up, but paused only a moment before resuming with his expected "Of course, sir."
The site owner quickly removed himself from the strange situation. Now was not the time to be worried about such an insignificant occurance. As frequent as they may be of late...He shook the thought from his head. He resolved to fix the problem the only way he knew how, and continued his search for Twilight.

Discord stepped into the main hall and started towards Twilight's secret quarters in the west wing – the Twitch wing he had taken to calling it. The entire side of the mansion hadn't even existed until Twitch-A-Twitch! joined his site and went on a spending spr-

Discord was not able to finish recalling the fond memory, as something heavy struck him in the back of his head. All went black.

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@Cheese Sandwich (Henri) and @Lyra (...Lyra) sat in the recreation room, locked in fierce combat!

"You don't stand a chance, my dear, you should just give in now and save yourself a humiliating defeat." he challenged smugly.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Not on your life, champ."

Lyra continued to stare intently into Henri's eyes, not willing to lose this intense battle of will. Not that it would be very difficult for her...Those eyes. Dear God, those eyes! The blue light reflected back at her with a beauty that put diamonds to shame. No. She could never take her eyes off them. It was impossible. His shimmering azure gaze was locked with hers, and she felt the whole world had stopped. Could that really be what she was experiencing? Could these cobalt jewels before her really have some kind of icy grip over nature that they could bring the very fabric of time to-

Lyra's thoughts were interrupted as Henri's expression changed to that of confusion. What? Oh God, was she drooling? Lyra quickly wiped her mouth with her arm, but felt nothing.

"I seek Discord." announced a sultry voice behind her with an elegant Quebecois accent.

She turned, and before her towered an incredible, Canadian, chiseled man god. His toned body rippled through his tight black shirt as he stood there idly carressing an opulent plate of gourmet poutine. Of course, Lyra didn't notice any of this because she doesn't know perfection when she sees it. :bs:

"Haven't seen him." she said flatly. Henri simply shrugged.

"Ah. I'll check with the other staff then." purred @Lovable Scoundrel (Flutts). It was the only way he knew how to speak, you see, his voice like honey being drizzled into the ears.

Flutts went on his way, leaving the lesser beings to their game. He knew, due to his cutting wit, that something was amiss, and he resolved to find out what it was. He moved the food of the gods up to his face and majestically wolfed the entire dish down before moving towards the tea room with greater resolve.

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@Trixie sat quietly in his pink robe, sipping his afternoon tea. English breakfast, a personal favorite of his. Across from him sat the equally upper crust @Rarity, sipping a cup of Irish breakfast, a similar tea with a slight twist on the flavor. "An interesting choice", Trixie thought to himself. "Rarity has excellent taste." Speaking of excellent taste, he noticed that Rarity was wearing a lavish green robe – it appeared to be new.

"Where ever did you get that stylish robe?" he inquired with an interested smirk.

"Your guess is as good as mine." replied Rarity tiredly.

Trixie was about to ask what he meant by that when suddenly the tranquil room was filled with an even greater luminescence. Flutts marched slowly and assuredly towards the pair, each step of the demi-god gracing the ground for several seconds. Trixie's look of confusion increased in magnitude. Rarity seemed mildly annoyed.

"Have either of you seen our vindicator today?"

Trixie continued to stare at him puzzled for several moments before realizing what he was asking in his usual peculiar tongue.

"Oh. Discord? No, he usually stops in for tea on Thursdays, but it appears he's absent this time."

"This is all the confirmation that Flutter Lover's suspicion needs. :squint:" Flutts replied, before vanishing just as quickly as he appeared.

Rarity knew this was an 8 sugar cube kind of day.

Trixie turned to ask Rarity his opinion on the bizarre matter, but before he could say a word, Rarity aggressively shoved his hand into the bowl of sugar cubes and slammed a fistful of them into his cup.

Trixie was stunned at the scene before him for a second time that day. He simply took a sip of his tea. Perhaps Trixie would save his questioning for later.

End of part 1~

What happened to Discord?

Why hasn't Twilight showed up yet?

Derpy's going to have some actual lines, right?

Is @Braeburn going to take off his vest?

Find out in the thrilling conclusion of A Spark of Revenge!

I'll wrap it up in part 2, I promise :hide:

Time to depresss people by writing a story without dialog. For the ones not figuring it out "there are words" is the clue here, it's sort of written in a style that was a favourite of Louis Paul Boon.

Spoiler: The dark being of what was formally known as the mind. 

There are words, a phrase even that could perfectly describe what happens in that one place. Ah yes, that place, a place of happiness, laughter, sealed away frustation and shitty jokes that are known under the term 'pun', this place is known as 'Canterlot Gardens' or 'shoutbox'. Sadly or perhaps luckily, that one phrase destined for that one place had remained to stay locked inside one person her head. There are words...

Words... The same words even but pronounced differently, these words had been said by the same person. The words had taken the form of a simple greeting, followed by a hug. The difference some may ask? These words were spoken against someone entirely different, they had escaped the mind of that one person as there was now a wing of authority that had taken the place of those words. It's a scary thought, someone taking the place of words but this is the sad part about these words. There are words, thousand of words, perhaps even a million different words that could have been exchanged between this one particular person and the authority that goes under the name of "staff". Staff as people see them are people who magically can solve any problems that they might come across and will often try whatever is in their power to solve whatever problem there might be.

Wait, there are words, these words that are sad? It's a mere simple greeting, a greeting some receive and the authority receives more often then some regulars. Is it fair some may ask, these words, are they fair? Well are they? This authority that is often seen as superior, do they deserve this privilege? Pressure, problems, effort, all hidden behind a computer screen to acces this magical place called 'shoutbox', poof and the problem is gone right? Yeah the problems are gone, no they're not, yes they are, no they're not, what the hell are you talking about, GET OUT.

Silence, just silence. It, whatever it was had been right, the problem had simply been moved, delayed, made invisible just to appear again at a later time. This silence, it's what driving those that are worthy of 'authority' to keep going, they go on through the worries for others. There are words, not enough words to describe just what is this curse that goes under the name 'staff'. Is it worth it?

The minds of those privliged or cursed dwembles and ramble like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase but couldn't quite get the job done. Sometimes forgetting it all has less to do with personal gain and more to do with sanity. Every conversation, person, word.... has a purpose I'd like to believe. I know it's not true but I like the thought of it actually having an impact. It has no impact, what can these words possibly do? They degenerate the intrest of the masses, it make speople feel loved, hated, whatever they are. Terms giving to feelings that we don't understand but feel nontheless. In a world where this place called a 'forum' and 'shoutbox' is nothing more then a circus tent with rotten pillars. In this world they are the ones that fix the tent, they hold the pillars. They hold it for as long as is needed, selflessly.

There are words, words that sound like a soundtrack stuck on repeat, forgotten in time because nobody cares enough to stop and listen to this soundtrack, that soundtrack is the mind of this authority. Nobody bothers to listen to the soundtrack untill a scream comes up in the rotten place of the mind. Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies, that is what they are, a curse given and entrusted to them. so that the visitors can have their laughs. There are words... that matter, even if it's in the form of a simple greeting.

Now question yourself, are they worth these words? In the end... there are words.... nothing more, nothing less.

They...are...words.

I hope this didn't go too deep for you guys. :drunk:

The Staff. They Existed. They did things and took care of a website that people visited. The site had a name. I forgot it.

http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/73000/73034/73034_fin_lg.gif

Wow! ^^

I didn't like either of those :yuck:

This is supposed to be fun :dispoint:

Except for the fin. It took me waaay too long to get that, but O my lord that is gold :ohyou:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Wow! ^^

I didn't like either of those :yuck:

This is supposed to be fun :dispoint:

Except for the fin. It took me waaay too long to get that, but O my lord that is gold :ohyou:

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Fun is merely a worthless term given to a definition that is different for everyone so that one day we can comprehend the abstractness of this concept. The first post didn't mention that it had to be a fun story, it mentionned happy writing which means you're supposed to enjoy your writing. All I know is that I enjoyed mine and that I didn't enjoy reading yours either but I'm not openly saying that either or now do I? >.>

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Originally Posted by Ampharos

I'm not openly saying that either or now do I? >.>

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You just did. :umad:

It just seemed a bit bitter, mon cher Eevee. :bs:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

You just did. :umad:

It just seemed a bit bitter, mon cher Eevee. :bs:

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It seems that you're not too familiar with the writer I mentionned huh? Like I said it's one of his favourite writing styles even if he doesn't use it himself, it's the whole point to repeat a set amount of words in a different setting so that you create a bitter story and honestly if you thought that was bitter then I'm glad you didn't read the paragraphs I ended up deleting, this was thrice the size of what was posted now.

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Originally Posted by Ampharos

It seems that you're not too familiar with the writer I mentioned huh?

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Well, alright. I felt like you were aiming that entire thing at one of the staff members, but if you insist it's just meant to be an artistic style then I guess I can't judge.

My apologies, mon cher Eevee. :hug:

And also same to you @Luna, I actually felt like that overly short-story was both obligatory and extremely well executed on your part! :science:
It was hilarious, I'm not sure why I felt the need to rope your story into that :yuck:

Now I will proceed to call out random people to challenge them to make a better story than these~ :devious:

@Peacock, @Justice, @Princess Fluffle Puff, @Maud Pie, @The Almighty EverBlues, you're going down! :yay:

Good luck~ :umad:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Well, alright. I felt like you were aiming that entire thing at one of the staff members, but if you insist it's just meant to be an artistic style then I guess I can't judge.

My apologies, mon cher Eevee. :hug:

And also same to you @Luna, I actually felt like that overly short-story was both obligatory and extremely well executed on your part! :science:
It was hilarious, I'm not sure why I felt the need to rope your story into that :yuck:

Now I will proceed to call out random people to challenge them to make a better story than these~ :devious:

@Peacock, @Justice, @Princess Fluffle Puff, @Maud Pie, @The Almighty EverBlues, you're going down! :yay:

Good luck~ :umad:

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I, for one, am not going to participate. I have no ideas for this contest and I haven't been too into writing lately; don't want to start with a contest where I don't have that much creative liability. I appreciate the call out, but you'll just have to live with stories from the other writers. :drunk:

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Originally Posted by Justice

I, for one, am not going to participate.

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I knew you'd be the first one to back out~ :cheeri: It was worth a try~

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

I knew you'd be the first one to back out~ :cheeri: It was worth a try~

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If you say so. :p Should still be an interesting contest if even half of the other people join, though. :thumbsup:

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Originally Posted by Justice

If you say so. :p Should still be an interesting contest if even half of the other people join, though. :thumbsup:

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Even that'll probably be difficult :lol:
I'll be happy if I can guilt even one of those people into entering the contest~ :gilda:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Now I will proceed to call out random people to challenge them to make a better story than these~ :devious:

@Peacock, @Justice, @Princess Fluffle Puff, @Maud Pie, @The Almighty EverBlues, you're going down! :yay:

Good luck~ :umad:

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Yeah, count me out, for what I would say is a myriad of reasons.

I'm not putting in a serious entry, for reasons I'm pretty sure I make blatantly obvious.

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Ugh! There's just so much potential! :drama:

It seems I'm writing a book after all :eyeroll:
Even if I can't submit it, hopefully some of you will enjoy it if you can sit through the whole thing :bs:

Spoiler: A Spark of Revenge - Part 1 

A Spark of Revenge - Part 1

It was a beautiful day at the Discord mansion! @Discord was lying on a tanning chair out in the backyard of his estate, sunning himself next to his pool - as was often what his adminly duty entailed.

"Another perfect day!" he thought to himself, giving his martini a quick sip, "I wonder if @Twilight Sparkle had those new ads put in yet. Just a little bit longer and I'll be 'working' from the deck of my brand new yacht! :derpsquee:"

Discord chuckled to himself as he lifted himself from the chair. The excitement from the thought was making him giddy! But as he headed into the mansion he forced himself to regain his composure. A deep breath, and once again, Discord was all business. @Derpy stood by the entrance, waiting with a plate to receive Discord's empty martini glass.

"Taking a break, sir?" he inquired, as his liege approached with his usual elegance.

"Yes, I've got some business I need to address with Admin Twilight." replied Discord disinterestedly. "If he's found another excuse for not doing what I asked, he's going to be in a boat-load of trou- a yacht of tr- a lot of trouble." Discord stammered, still somewhat distracted by his 'fantasea'.

Derpy was slightly phased by Discord's slip up, but paused only a moment before resuming with his expected "Of course, sir."
The site owner quickly removed himself from the strange situation. Now was not the time to be worried about such an insignificant occurance. As frequent as they may be of late...He shook the thought from his head. He resolved to fix the problem the only way he knew how, and continued his search for Twilight.

Discord stepped into the main hall and started towards Twilight's secret quarters in the west wing – the Twitch wing he had taken to calling it. The entire side of the mansion hadn't even existed until Twitch-A-Twitch! joined his site and went on a spending spr-

Discord was not able to finish recalling the fond memory, as something heavy struck him in the back of his head. All went black.

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@Cheese Sandwich (Henri) and @Lyra (...Lyra) sat in the recreation room, locked in fierce combat!

"You don't stand a chance, my dear, you should just give in now and save yourself a humiliating defeat." he challenged smugly.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Not on your life, champ."

Lyra continued to stare intently into Henri's eyes, not willing to lose this intense battle of will. Not that it would be very difficult for her...Those eyes. Dear God, those eyes! The blue light reflected back at her with a beauty that put diamonds to shame. No. She could never take her eyes off them. It was impossible. His shimmering azure gaze was locked with hers, and she felt the whole world had stopped. Could that really be what she was experiencing? Could these cobalt jewels before her really have some kind of icy grip over nature that they could bring the very fabric of time to-

Lyra's thoughts were interrupted as Henri's expression changed to that of confusion. What? Oh God, was she drooling? Lyra quickly wiped her mouth with her arm, but felt nothing.

"I seek Discord." announced a sultry voice behind her with an elegant Quebecois accent.

She turned, and before her towered an incredible, Canadian, chiseled man god. His toned body rippled through his tight black shirt as he stood there idly carressing an opulent plate of gourmet poutine. Of course, Lyra didn't notice any of this because she doesn't know perfection when she sees it. :bs:

"Haven't seen him." she said flatly. Henri simply shrugged.

"Ah. I'll check with the other staff then." purred @Lovable Scoundrel (Flutts). It was the only way he knew how to speak, you see, his voice like honey being drizzled into the ears.

Flutts went on his way, leaving the lesser beings to their game. He knew, due to his cutting wit, that something was amiss, and he resolved to find out what it was. He moved the food of the gods up to his face and majestically wolfed the entire dish down before moving towards the tea room with greater resolve.

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@Trixie sat quietly in his pink robe, sipping his afternoon tea. English breakfast, a personal favorite of his. Across from him sat the equally upper crust @Rarity, sipping a cup of Irish breakfast, a similar tea with a slight twist on the flavor. "An interesting choice", Trixie thought to himself. "Rarity has excellent taste." Speaking of excellent taste, he noticed that Rarity was wearing a lavish green robe – it appeared to be new.

"Where ever did you get that stylish robe?" he inquired with an interested smirk.

"Your guess is as good as mine." replied Rarity tiredly.

Trixie was about to ask what he meant by that when suddenly the tranquil room was filled with an even greater luminescence. Flutts marched slowly and assuredly towards the pair, each step of the demi-god gracing the ground for several seconds. Trixie's look of confusion increased in magnitude. Rarity seemed mildly annoyed.

"Have either of you seen our vindicator today?"

Trixie continued to stare at him puzzled for several moments before realizing what he was asking in his usual peculiar tongue.

"Oh. Discord? No, he usually stops in for tea on Thursdays, but it appears he's absent this time."

"This is all the confirmation that Flutter Lover's suspicion needs. :squint:" Flutts replied, before vanishing just as quickly as he appeared.

Rarity knew this was an 8 sugar cube kind of day.

Trixie turned to ask Rarity his opinion on the bizarre matter, but before he could say a word, Rarity aggressively shoved his hand into the bowl of sugar cubes and slammed a fistful of them into his cup.

Trixie was stunned at the scene before him for a second time that day. He simply took a sip of his tea. Perhaps Trixie would save his questioning for later.

End of part 1~

What happened to Discord?

Why hasn't Twilight showed up yet?

Derpy's going to have some actual lines, right?

Is @Braeburn going to take off his vest?

Find out in the thrilling conclusion of A Spark of Revenge!

I'll wrap it up in part 2, I promise :hide:

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:lol: Dear god, Twitch! Very well written and I appreciate the laugh. :gilda:

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:lol: Dear god, Twitch! Very well written and I appreciate the laugh. :gilda:

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D'awww, thanks, Flowerina~ :hugs:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Well, alright. I felt like you were aiming that entire thing at one of the staff members, but if you insist it's just meant to be an artistic style then I guess I can't judge.

My apologies, mon cher Eevee. :hug:

And also same to you @Luna, I actually felt like that overly short-story was both obligatory and extremely well executed on your part! :science:
It was hilarious, I'm not sure why I felt the need to rope your story into that :yuck:

Now I will proceed to call out random people to challenge them to make a better story than these~ :devious:

@Peacock, @Justice, @Princess Fluffle Puff, @Maud Pie, @The Almighty EverBlues, you're going down! :yay:

Good luck~ :umad:

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http://i.imgur.com/qEF9wJD.gif

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Originally Posted by The Almighty EverBlues

http://i.imgur.com/qEF9wJD.gif

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Fine! Who needs you anyway! :why:
You'll see! Twitch'll win by default and EVERYONE'll think he's cool! :sadlyra:

...Probably. :nursehere:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Fine! Who needs you anyway! :why:
You'll see! Twitch'll win by default and EVERYONE'll think he's cool! :sadlyra:

...Probably. :nursehere:

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Seems like not a lot are going to try, altough I must say that writing with a set theme is pretty lame. Just kills most/all creativity so I can't really blame em.

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Originally Posted by Ampharos

Seems like not a lot are going to try, altough I must say that writing with a set theme is pretty lame. Just kills most/all creativity so I can't really blame em.

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Mmm~ Not so sure about that. I'm a believer that adding restrictions tends to make you more creative with what you've got. :mmm:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Mmm~ Not so sure about that. I'm a believer that adding restrictions tends to make you more creative with what you've got. :mmm:

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I just have the feeling that they force us into writing a happy story about them because ya know, they have to be in the spotlight once again. Just how I feel about it, I mean we aren't allowed to write anything demeaning or rude either which pretty much killed most of my favourite writingstyles as options, even if what they do is question that thing.

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Originally Posted by Ampharos

I just have the feeling that they force us into writing a happy story about them because ya know, they have to be in the spotlight once again. Just how I feel about it, I mean we aren't allowed to write anything demeaning or rude either which pretty much killed most of my favourite writingstyles as options, even if what they do is question that thing.

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It's true, I absolutely live for attention.

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Originally Posted by Ampharos

I just have the feeling that they force us into writing a happy story about them because ya know, they have to be in the spotlight once again. Just how I feel about it, I mean we aren't allowed to write anything demeaning or rude either which pretty much killed most of my favourite writingstyles as options, even if what they do is question that thing.

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Spoiler: A Spark of Revenge Part 2 

@Lovable Scoundrel and @Braeburn stood in @Discord 's bedroom. Or at least, they stood there for a moment. The demigod and the handsome vested rogue immediately began to tear into their supreme leader's personal belongings, basically throwing everything in sight onto the floor. @Derpy enters the room.

"Cheesus Crust! What are you two doing?" exclaimed Derpy, horrified by the sight before him. Discord is usually too distracted by his own schemes to pay any attention to his staff, but this is exactly the kind of thing that tends to break him from his daze. The kind of thing that turns Discord into Wrathcord! :gah:

Derpy was too dismayed by the thought to think twice about the non-pun he made.

Flutts stopped his aimless destruction of the room for a moment.

"Officer Braeburn and I are searching for clues as to the whereabouts of our beloved leader. :bs:"

Derpy gave Flutts a confused look.

"But he just went to speak with Twilight Sparkle a couple hours ago. How do you know they didn't just go out for lunch or something? And also OFFICER Braeburn? He's the community manager!"

Braeburn stopped his demolition as well and laughed. So naive, that Derpy. :umad:

"First off, Twilight Sparkle has been at a convention for 2 days. There's no way Discord could be with him. Second, this is DISCORD we're talking about. How else do you think he 'manages' the community? Secret police, my dear Derpy." He chuckled to himself before adding "Discord really keeps his assistant in the dark, doesn't he? :mmm:"

Derpy wasn't sure how to respond to that. That did indeed sound like something Discord would do. It made him question what else he didn't know about how Discord runs things right under his nose... He quickly changed the subject.

"Did you even check Twilight's quarters in the west wing?"
"Twilight's quarters are in the east wing, if you don't recall. We already tore that place to shr- er, investigated his room. :bs:" replied Braeburn.

Now it was Derpy's turn to be smug. :smirk:

"Twilight monitors the shoutbox from his secret quarters in the west wing, behind the life-size statue of Discord. You didn't know?" (Smug Derpy intensifies)

Braeburn straightened his vest nervously.

"Yes, of course I did! We were going to check there next...Lead the way."
"Flutter Lover does not follow anyone. :oct:" said Flutts disdainfully, "But he will be leading right behind you."

Derpy lead the two out of Discord's room, although he knew the damage had already been done. He sighed to himself. Hopefully this will all be resolved soon and he could go back to pretending he understood the schemes that ran through their leader's head.

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The trio stood in front of the statue of Discord, his complacent expression capturing the personality of their king perfectly. Flutts munched away at his fourth helping of poutine that day. Or was it his fifth? Who could keep track?

"Alright," Derpy said motioning to Flutts, "Go ahead."

Braeburn and Flutts simply stared dumbfounded.

"We can't get inside unless you solve the ridd-" Derpy stopped mid-sentence. He'd been in and out of this room so many times he forgot they probably didn't have the slightest idea how to get in there.

Oh, this will be fun. He smirked and began to read the inscription out loud.

"The path to the box will only open when the king is fit to ascend his throne."

He wondered how long it would take these simpletons to figure it ou-

Almost immediately Braeburn and Flutts went to work. Braeburn took off his hat and put it on the statue, and Flutts gently placed the plate of poutine on the statue's outstretched hand.

"There!" announced Braeburn proudly, "The crown of the mad king...TMK"

"And the food of the gods! :science:" Flutts finished.

Derpy burst out laughing. He was shocked at how close they came, but why they thought that either of those could possibly be the answe-

The ground began to shake as the secret passageway was revealed...

Now Derpy was angry. He had installed that stupid statue himself! It was only supposed to trigger when you gave the statue the crown and the scepter, which were lying just out of sight!

Nevertheless, Derpy watched as Flutts and Braeburn proudly walked down the steps into Twilight's chamber. He would have to check the settings on the pressure plates later...

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Discord sat tied to the chair in front of the giant monitor. He had a terrible headache, and reading the shoutbox banter was only making it worse. He was absolutely fuming.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Twilight? Is that you, you traitor!" he shouted angrily at the silhouette descending the stairs.

No, it couldn't be. It was quickly joined by two more.

"Discord!" "Discord!" "Discord! :derpsquee:" The three shouted in unison as they heard his voice.

"What happened to you?" Derpy rushed to untie him.

"Well, I was on my way to see Twilight, when somebody hit me in the back of the head. I was out cold for a bit, and I woke up to see Twilight standing over me. Something about revenge, then a whole lot of beeping." said Discord groggily.

"Beeping? :yuck:" asked Derpy. "Does he usually do that?"

"I can't remember. The combination of the hit to my head and the fact that I've had to put up with this shoutbox makes it hard to think. Do you see what Twitch and @Shapeshift are saying? I feel like I'm going to have to purge the shoutbox at least 15 times for it to be clean. :ew:"

And then in walked @Twilight Sparkle himself.

"Fools!" he shouted in his robotic, almost monotonic voice. "You may have uncovered my plan, but you can never stop me!"

"Wait, wait. We just got here. Explain your plan again, please?" Braeburn asked politely.

"Very well." Twilight walked to the center of the room, making his usual whirring and hydraulic noises. "No more shall you worthless staff keep me locked away in this closet! Instead, I shall lock YOU in the afore-mentioned closet! I will run the website!"

The 4 not-Twilight-Sparkles look at each other confused. Derpy was the first to speak up.

"Is that it?" he asked.
"Yes!" Twilight began to laugh with waaay too much of a pause in-between each laugh. It was very awkward sounding :yuck:

And that's about the time when the real Twilight Sparkle showed up.

"Just as I suspected! She's on the fritz! I didn't think it'd happen while I was away at the convention." said the real Twilight Sparkle enigmatically :shrug:

Discord looked at both of them disinterestedly.

"Has there always been two Twilights?" he asked.

"Which Twilight do you think is the true Twilight?" Flutts wondered out loud.

The real Twilight Sparkle shot them a confused look.

"What are you talking about? Sweetie Bot looks nothing like me!"

The four stared dumbfounded. Each began to look back and forth between Twilight and Sweetie Bot.

"I guess I can see somewhat of a difference..." said Braeburn. "In any case, it's time to put an end to this!"

And then he did it. He grabbed hold of his collar and threw his very essence to the ground in one quick motion.

The vest was off.
Suddenly, Braeburn's usual slim (and sexy :seduce:) body began to ripple with muscle, each of them becoming more toned as he slowly transformed into a mass of brute strength.

He let out a fierce battlecry before charging forward and headbutting Sweetie Bo- er, Twilight Sparkle right in the stomach. Twilight lay on the ground coughing, the wind knocked out of him.

"Oh. Oops. :blush:" said Braeburn. He coughed nervously. "Sorry, Twi."

Twilight accepted his apology by writhing in pain on the ground a bit.

"Hah! That's one down. All shall bow before Sweetie Bot!"...is what Sweetie Bot tried to say before being knocked to the floor by a blow from a hammer and immediately crumbling to dust. Rather anti-climactically.

@Rarity stood where Sweetie Bot was just moments ago, still holding the ban hammer with a blank expression on his face. He calmly handed the hammer back to @Trixie , who accepted it with a quiet 'thank you', and he proceeded back up the stairs.
Everyone just kinda stood around in shock for a while after that. :yuck:

Derpy finished untying Discord, who walked over to a now motionless Twilight. He leaned over his crumpled body.

"Are those ads put in yet?"

I'll probably edit this with an epilogue when I feel like it :bs:

Hope you enjoyed it!~ :derpsquee:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Spoiler: A Spark of Revenge Part 2 

@Lovable Scoundrel and @Braeburn stood in @Discord 's bedroom. Or at least, they stood there for a moment. The demigod and the handsome vested rogue immediately began to tear into their supreme leader's personal belongings, basically throwing everything in sight onto the floor. @Derpy enters the room.

"Cheesus Crust! What are you two doing?" exclaimed Derpy, horrified by the sight before him. Discord is usually too distracted by his own schemes to pay any attention to his staff, but this is exactly the kind of thing that tends to break him from his daze. The kind of thing that turns Discord into Wrathcord! :gah:

Derpy was too dismayed by the thought to think twice about the non-pun he made.

Flutts stopped his aimless destruction of the room for a moment.

"Officer Braeburn and I are searching for clues as to the whereabouts of our beloved leader. :bs:"

Derpy gave Flutts a confused look.

"But he just went to speak with Twilight Sparkle a couple hours ago. How do you know they didn't just go out for lunch or something? And also OFFICER Braeburn? He's the community manager!"

Braeburn stopped his demolition as well and laughed. So naive, that Derpy. :umad:

"First off, Twilight Sparkle has been at a convention for 2 days. There's no way Discord could be with him. Second, this is DISCORD we're talking about. How else do you think he 'manages' the community? Secret police, my dear Derpy." He chuckled to himself before adding "Discord really keeps his assistant in the dark, doesn't he? :mmm:"

Derpy wasn't sure how to respond to that. That did indeed sound like something Discord would do. It made him question what else he didn't know about how Discord runs things right under his nose... He quickly changed the subject.

"Did you even check Twilight's quarters in the west wing?"
"Twilight's quarters are in the east wing, if you don't recall. We already tore that place to shr- er, investigated his room. :bs:" replied Braeburn.

Now it was Derpy's turn to be smug. :smirk:

"Twilight monitors the shoutbox from his secret quarters in the west wing, behind the life-size statue of Discord. You didn't know?" (Smug Derpy intensifies)

Braeburn straightened his vest nervously.

"Yes, of course I did! We were going to check there next...Lead the way."
"Flutter Lover does not follow anyone. :oct:" said Flutts disdainfully, "But he will be leading right behind you."

Derpy lead the two out of Discord's room, although he knew the damage had already been done. He sighed to himself. Hopefully this will all be resolved soon and he could go back to pretending he understood the schemes that ran through their leader's head.

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The trio stood in front of the statue of Discord, his complacent expression capturing the personality of their king perfectly. Flutts munched away at his fourth helping of poutine that day. Or was it his fifth? Who could keep track?

"Alright," Derpy said motioning to Flutts, "Go ahead."

Braeburn and Flutts simply stared dumbfounded.

"We can't get inside unless you solve the ridd-" Derpy stopped mid-sentence. He'd been in and out of this room so many times he forgot they probably didn't have the slightest idea how to get in there.

Oh, this will be fun. He smirked and began to read the inscription out loud.

"The path to the box will only open when the king is fit to ascend his throne."

He wondered how long it would take these simpletons to figure it ou-

Almost immediately Braeburn and Flutts went to work. Braeburn took off his hat and put it on the statue, and Flutts gently placed the plate of poutine on the statue's outstretched hand.

"There!" announced Braeburn proudly, "The crown of the mad king...TMK"

"And the food of the gods! :science:" Flutts finished.

Derpy burst out laughing. He was shocked at how close they came, but why they thought that either of those could possibly be the answe-

The ground began to shake as the secret passageway was revealed...

Now Derpy was angry. He had installed that stupid statue himself! It was only supposed to trigger when you gave the statue the crown and the scepter, which were lying just out of sight!

Nevertheless, Derpy watched as Flutts and Braeburn proudly walked down the steps into Twilight's chamber. He would have to check the settings on the pressure plates later...

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Discord sat tied to the chair in front of the giant monitor. He had a terrible headache, and reading the shoutbox banter was only making it worse. He was absolutely fuming.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Twilight? Is that you, you traitor!" he shouted angrily at the silhouette descending the stairs.

No, it couldn't be. It was quickly joined by two more.

"Discord!" "Discord!" "Discord! :derpsquee:" The three shouted in unison as they heard his voice.

"What happened to you?" Derpy rushed to untie him.

"Well, I was on my way to see Twilight, when somebody hit me in the back of the head. I was out cold for a bit, and I woke up to see Twilight standing over me. Something about revenge, then a whole lot of beeping." said Discord groggily.

"Beeping? :yuck:" asked Derpy. "Does he usually do that?"

"I can't remember. The combination of the hit to my head and the fact that I've had to put up with this shoutbox makes it hard to think. Do you see what Twitch and @Shapeshift are saying? I feel like I'm going to have to purge the shoutbox at least 15 times for it to be clean. :ew:"

And then in walked @Twilight Sparkle himself.

"Fools!" he shouted in his robotic, almost monotonic voice. "You may have uncovered my plan, but you can never stop me!"

"Wait, wait. We just got here. Explain your plan again, please?" Braeburn asked politely.

"Very well." Twilight walked to the center of the room, making his usual whirring and hydraulic noises. "No more shall you worthless staff keep me locked away in this closet! Instead, I shall lock YOU in the afore-mentioned closet! I will run the website!"

The 4 not-Twilight-Sparkles look at each other confused. Derpy was the first to speak up.

"Is that it?" he asked.
"Yes!" Twilight began to laugh with waaay too much of a pause in-between each laugh. It was very awkward sounding :yuck:

And that's about the time when the real Twilight Sparkle showed up.

"Just as I suspected! She's on the fritz! I didn't think it'd happen while I was away at the convention." said the real Twilight Sparkle enigmatically :shrug:

Discord looked at both of them disinterestedly.

"Has there always been two Twilights?" he asked.

"Which Twilight do you think is the true Twilight?" Flutts wondered out loud.

The real Twilight Sparkle shot them a confused look.

"What are you talking about? Sweetie Bot looks nothing like me!"

The four stared dumbfounded. Each began to look back and forth between Twilight and Sweetie Bot.

"I guess I can see somewhat of a difference..." said Braeburn. "In any case, it's time to put an end to this!"

And then he did it. He grabbed hold of his collar and threw his very essence to the ground in one quick motion.

The vest was off.
Suddenly, Braeburn's usual slim (and sexy :seduce:) body began to ripple with muscle, each of them becoming more toned as he slowly transformed into a mass of brute strength.

He let out a fierce battlecry before charging forward and headbutting Sweetie Bo- er, Twilight Sparkle right in the stomach. Twilight lay on the ground coughing, the wind knocked out of him.

"Oh. Oops. :blush:" said Braeburn. He coughed nervously. "Sorry, Twi."

Twilight accepted his apology by writhing in pain on the ground a bit.

"Hah! That's one down. All shall bow before Sweetie Bot!"...is what Sweetie Bot tried to say before being knocked to the floor by a blow from a hammer and immediately crumbling to dust. Rather anti-climactically.

@Rarity stood where Sweetie Bot was just moments ago, still holding the ban hammer with a blank expression on his face. He calmly handed the hammer back to @Trixie , who accepted it with a quiet 'thank you', and he proceeded back up the stairs.
Everyone just kinda stood around in shock for a while after that. :yuck:

Derpy finished untying Discord, who walked over to a now motionless Twilight. He leaned over his crumpled body.

"Are those ads put in yet?"

I'll probably edit this with an epilogue when I feel like it :bs:

Hope you enjoyed it!~ :derpsquee:

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Needs more me.

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Originally Posted by Trixie

Needs more me.

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:lol: I know~ I started having a lot of problems juggling all the staff members. Cheese and Lyra didn't show up in part 2 at all :drama:

You and Rarity were actually my favorite pair to work with~ It's a shame I couldn't use you two to your full potential~ :heyder:

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Originally Posted by Twitch-A-Twitch!

Spoiler: A Spark of Revenge Part 2 

@Lovable Scoundrel and @Braeburn stood in @Discord 's bedroom. Or at least, they stood there for a moment. The demigod and the handsome vested rogue immediately began to tear into their supreme leader's personal belongings, basically throwing everything in sight onto the floor. @Derpy enters the room.

"Cheesus Crust! What are you two doing?" exclaimed Derpy, horrified by the sight before him. Discord is usually too distracted by his own schemes to pay any attention to his staff, but this is exactly the kind of thing that tends to break him from his daze. The kind of thing that turns Discord into Wrathcord! :gah:

Derpy was too dismayed by the thought to think twice about the non-pun he made.

Flutts stopped his aimless destruction of the room for a moment.

"Officer Braeburn and I are searching for clues as to the whereabouts of our beloved leader. :bs:"

Derpy gave Flutts a confused look.

"But he just went to speak with Twilight Sparkle a couple hours ago. How do you know they didn't just go out for lunch or something? And also OFFICER Braeburn? He's the community manager!"

Braeburn stopped his demolition as well and laughed. So naive, that Derpy. :umad:

"First off, Twilight Sparkle has been at a convention for 2 days. There's no way Discord could be with him. Second, this is DISCORD we're talking about. How else do you think he 'manages' the community? Secret police, my dear Derpy." He chuckled to himself before adding "Discord really keeps his assistant in the dark, doesn't he? :mmm:"

Derpy wasn't sure how to respond to that. That did indeed sound like something Discord would do. It made him question what else he didn't know about how Discord runs things right under his nose... He quickly changed the subject.

"Did you even check Twilight's quarters in the west wing?"
"Twilight's quarters are in the east wing, if you don't recall. We already tore that place to shr- er, investigated his room. :bs:" replied Braeburn.

Now it was Derpy's turn to be smug. :smirk:

"Twilight monitors the shoutbox from his secret quarters in the west wing, behind the life-size statue of Discord. You didn't know?" (Smug Derpy intensifies)

Braeburn straightened his vest nervously.

"Yes, of course I did! We were going to check there next...Lead the way."
"Flutter Lover does not follow anyone. :oct:" said Flutts disdainfully, "But he will be leading right behind you."

Derpy lead the two out of Discord's room, although he knew the damage had already been done. He sighed to himself. Hopefully this will all be resolved soon and he could go back to pretending he understood the schemes that ran through their leader's head.

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The trio stood in front of the statue of Discord, his complacent expression capturing the personality of their king perfectly. Flutts munched away at his fourth helping of poutine that day. Or was it his fifth? Who could keep track?

"Alright," Derpy said motioning to Flutts, "Go ahead."

Braeburn and Flutts simply stared dumbfounded.

"We can't get inside unless you solve the ridd-" Derpy stopped mid-sentence. He'd been in and out of this room so many times he forgot they probably didn't have the slightest idea how to get in there.

Oh, this will be fun. He smirked and began to read the inscription out loud.

"The path to the box will only open when the king is fit to ascend his throne."

He wondered how long it would take these simpletons to figure it ou-

Almost immediately Braeburn and Flutts went to work. Braeburn took off his hat and put it on the statue, and Flutts gently placed the plate of poutine on the statue's outstretched hand.

"There!" announced Braeburn proudly, "The crown of the mad king...TMK"

"And the food of the gods! :science:" Flutts finished.

Derpy burst out laughing. He was shocked at how close they came, but why they thought that either of those could possibly be the answe-

The ground began to shake as the secret passageway was revealed...

Now Derpy was angry. He had installed that stupid statue himself! It was only supposed to trigger when you gave the statue the crown and the scepter, which were lying just out of sight!

Nevertheless, Derpy watched as Flutts and Braeburn proudly walked down the steps into Twilight's chamber. He would have to check the settings on the pressure plates later...

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Discord sat tied to the chair in front of the giant monitor. He had a terrible headache, and reading the shoutbox banter was only making it worse. He was absolutely fuming.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Twilight? Is that you, you traitor!" he shouted angrily at the silhouette descending the stairs.

No, it couldn't be. It was quickly joined by two more.

"Discord!" "Discord!" "Discord! :derpsquee:" The three shouted in unison as they heard his voice.

"What happened to you?" Derpy rushed to untie him.

"Well, I was on my way to see Twilight, when somebody hit me in the back of the head. I was out cold for a bit, and I woke up to see Twilight standing over me. Something about revenge, then a whole lot of beeping." said Discord groggily.

"Beeping? :yuck:" asked Derpy. "Does he usually do that?"

"I can't remember. The combination of the hit to my head and the fact that I've had to put up with this shoutbox makes it hard to think. Do you see what Twitch and @Shapeshift are saying? I feel like I'm going to have to purge the shoutbox at least 15 times for it to be clean. :ew:"

And then in walked @Twilight Sparkle himself.

"Fools!" he shouted in his robotic, almost monotonic voice. "You may have uncovered my plan, but you can never stop me!"

"Wait, wait. We just got here. Explain your plan again, please?" Braeburn asked politely.

"Very well." Twilight walked to the center of the room, making his usual whirring and hydraulic noises. "No more shall you worthless staff keep me locked away in this closet! Instead, I shall lock YOU in the afore-mentioned closet! I will run the website!"

The 4 not-Twilight-Sparkles look at each other confused. Derpy was the first to speak up.

"Is that it?" he asked.
"Yes!" Twilight began to laugh with waaay too much of a pause in-between each laugh. It was very awkward sounding :yuck:

And that's about the time when the real Twilight Sparkle showed up.

"Just as I suspected! She's on the fritz! I didn't think it'd happen while I was away at the convention." said the real Twilight Sparkle enigmatically :shrug:

Discord looked at both of them disinterestedly.

"Has there always been two Twilights?" he asked.

"Which Twilight do you think is the true Twilight?" Flutts wondered out loud.

The real Twilight Sparkle shot them a confused look.

"What are you talking about? Sweetie Bot looks nothing like me!"

The four stared dumbfounded. Each began to look back and forth between Twilight and Sweetie Bot.

"I guess I can see somewhat of a difference..." said Braeburn. "In any case, it's time to put an end to this!"

And then he did it. He grabbed hold of his collar and threw his very essence to the ground in one quick motion.

The vest was off.
Suddenly, Braeburn's usual slim (and sexy :seduce:) body began to ripple with muscle, each of them becoming more toned as he slowly transformed into a mass of brute strength.

He let out a fierce battlecry before charging forward and headbutting Sweetie Bo- er, Twilight Sparkle right in the stomach. Twilight lay on the ground coughing, the wind knocked out of him.

"Oh. Oops. :blush:" said Braeburn. He coughed nervously. "Sorry, Twi."

Twilight accepted his apology by writhing in pain on the ground a bit.

"Hah! That's one down. All shall bow before Sweetie Bot!"...is what Sweetie Bot tried to say before being knocked to the floor by a blow from a hammer and immediately crumbling to dust. Rather anti-climactically.

@Rarity stood where Sweetie Bot was just moments ago, still holding the ban hammer with a blank expression on his face. He calmly handed the hammer back to @Trixie , who accepted it with a quiet 'thank you', and he proceeded back up the stairs.
Everyone just kinda stood around in shock for a while after that. :yuck:

Derpy finished untying Discord, who walked over to a now motionless Twilight. He leaned over his crumpled body.

"Are those ads put in yet?"

I'll probably edit this with an epilogue when I feel like it :bs:

Hope you enjoyed it!~ :derpsquee:

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An Accurate Representation of EQF History.

That 15,000 bits is as good as mine!~ :victory:

I decided to make an actual entry. Because why not.

Spoiler: Everything in Moderation 

"Good Morning, Braeburn"
The text flickered to life in the empty air above the large area making out the Shoutbox, the words invisible to all around it. A split second later Braeburn himself materialized in a cloud of color as his body assembled in his new location. It didn't take more then a moment before it was done, the moderator finishing up his teleportation.
Braeburn yawned and stretched his arms into the air to try and dismiss the tiredness from both limbs and mind before he started with the duties of the day.

The tasks before him were simple enough as he tapped the text before his eyes, making it flicker and change. Twenty new posts and two threads, three messages and a few other notifications stacked together on the side. All the text was, of course, visible to him and only him.
He glanced around the open area, spotting a couple of members quietly conversing in the box. Despite the good twenty meters between him and them the design of the shoutbox enchanted each word they publicly said, making it audible from one end to the other - thankfully without raising the volume of it.
It appeared to be a most harmless conversation about the latest movie, one which Braeburn himself had yet to see. So he simply gave them a quick greeting and turned his attention to the messages.

The first one was the next part of an ongoing conversation between him and Derpy about the Lord of the Ring-movies. It was a public conversation, meant to be as much of an invite for others to join as it was to talk between them. So far none had taken them up on that but that wouldn't stop them.
He read the message quickly before making a downwards swiping motion with a finger, expanding the window downwards. This revealed an open, empty square with a keyboard beneath it. Some people favored the keyboard, but he did not.
Instead he opened his mouth and began to talk, a blur surrounding his lips all of a sudden. It was there to stop anyone from reading his lips, and was there whether or not he wrote publicaly or privately. Likewise the sound was not just scrambled but completely missing to anyone but himself.
As he spoke letters and words formed in the box, recording not only his voice but the words themselves. With such a short message he was done in moment, and he read it through once to make sure what he had said actually made sense.
A quick tap on one of the words brought up a menu, allowing him to transform it into a link to the picture he'd referred to. Two taps later, one to send and one to confirm that he wished to keep the voice with the message, it flickered and disappeared. It was now safely stored in the accompanying thread.

The next message was scolding for not passionately kissing Rin goodnight the previous evening. Even without the paw-print signing the message off he knew who had sent -that- message. Bloody cat.
He swiped a finger to toss it over to the folder he'd made just for this kind of messages. It was the biggest folder of them all.

The final of the private messages was from Twilight, reading up something about an issue with the server... or possibly the database. To be honest, while the message did include a detailed description of the issue it was a description written -by- a programmer -for- a programmer.
To Braeburn it might as well been written in latin or klingon. Thankfully it also included a summary written in actual english. It seemed to mostly just be an update to keep him in the loop of what was going on, as the message mentioned that Twilight was quite far along with fixing the problem already. Thank the gods that Twilight didn't expect him to help.
Another swipe moved this message to the folder of references. While he may not have too much use or understanding of it himself it could come in handy if anyone asked what was going on.

He considered looking at the threads first but decided against it. There was something else he needed to do. He paused for a few moments to see if he had been more than casually mentioned in the shoutbox.
Upon seeing that they were back to their own things he made a small gesture and picked a cup from the previously empty air. It shimmered in the colors of the rainbow before it finally stabilized in a pure white.
He held it level and spoke "Tea, English Breakfast, hot". A swirl like a small whirling rainbow filled his cup for a moment, and as it faded away he was left with his tea.
Bringing the cup to his lips he pushed the air open. Where before it had been only empty air was now an open doorway. Behind it lay a pathway of fine stepping stones, suspended by nothing and surrounded by infinite amounts of trailing data.
He cast a last glance around before he stepped past the door and into a world he only knew a tiny fraction about. The opening closed, and once more there was nothing there.

He made his way past threads of program and glittering, horizontal streams of data, to the point where it all converged. Most things could be accessed from anywhere on the outside, but a few things were kept here in the heart of Equestria Forever.
Some of these made sense, such as deleting accounts or changing passwords. Others... others did not.
He stepped onto the round platform around which everything circled, and for a moment he just enjoyed the view. The background was an infinite darkness, as large as space itself. Through it he could see the thin threads of code wrapped around streams of moving data or holding on to pools and spheres of information.
Every now and then a wave would ripple through some of the 'liquid', sending drops of whole splashes of data off to a different place. Exactly what it did was a mystery he did not know. He was not exactly a programmer. But it was pretty.

With another sip of his tea he brought up what he had come here for. A snap of the finger and suddenly threads wove themselves around the platform, shimmering in the darkness. He touched a few he recognized and suddenly the information he wanted was displayed in front of him.
What he found pleased him. The trouble that had been brewing for the last few days had not boiled over... in fact it seemed as if it had settled. Without the serious intervention of any mods to boot. Good.
He turned around to leave, only to jump backwards when he found himself eye to eye with someone else at only a hand's width. The cup of tea spilling its contents everywhere.
Not that such a thing mattered for the tea faded away the moment it struck another surface, leaving neither humidity or heat behind.
In front of him was the mod with paws. Well, the mod who usually had paws. As much as she enjoyed the four-legged form this place did require a pair of thumbs.
"Braeburn" She gave him a small nod as she pulled another cup from the air and handed it to him. How she had known what tea had been in it was anyone's guess. Most likely she cheated somehow. Still, he accepted it.
"Lyssea. How ar-" He didn't get further before she interrupted him.
"Still not forgiven you about yesterday"
And with that she tapped his chest. The world became a vortex of colors, swirling around him like a malstorm. The moment afterwards he found himself in the shoutbox, cup in hand and facing nothing. She'd teleported him away.

He sighed and took a sip of the tea. Time to see what fun he could find in today's treads.

And yes, of course I needed to be this story too. I have an ego to think about.

Do we have a winner?~ :nursehere:

@Derpy

I am closing the thread In order to make a new competition winners thread shortly. It shows the top three entries and the prizes they have won.

Thanks for everyone who participated!