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- I make a lot mistakes, so why not make record of those mistakes to better learn from them?
- This will actually really just include parts from FillyQuest I don't like/ones that didn't do well.
- I have a feeling this will be filling up pretty quick in the future, which is unfortunate.
- Trust me, most of it isn't worth reading, but if you want to for whatever reason:
- FillyQuest: Anonymous and the Foreign Substances
- >You're running low on bits.
- >A vacation is in order, you could really use the rest.
- >But with only enough money for a few more nights at the inn you're out of options for now.
- >Sighing you stand and stretch.
- >Maybe there is some other way you can relax?
- >Some /free/ relaxation would certainly be welcome.
- >Perhaps Applejack can help you with that?
- >With new conviction you storm down the steps into the bar, where Apples is doing her thing.
- >"Howdy, come to cheat me out of bits again?"
- "Nope."
- >You take a seat at the bar, sprawling out on the counter.
- "Hey Applejack, how could a guy have, er, a relaxing day for free.
- >"What are ya implying there, Anonymous?" she says with an annoyed look.
- "Nothing, nothing. I'm just curious."
- >She squints at you, rubbing down a plate.
- >"Hmm, you wanna get relaxed huh? Well, there's this awfully mellow zebra I know. I bet she could help ya out."
- "A zebra you say?"
- >"Yeah, 'er name's Zecora..."
- >You dodge the guards, evade a messenger, and without a hitch you're out of town.
- >Following the road you delve into the Everfree for the second time this month.
- >It's a bit cold, but nothing you can't bear.
- >You follow your instinct and in no time at all you come upon a cozy looking hut.
- >It's actually a little strange you haven't come across something yet.
- >Kinda of shocking, really.
- >As you get closer you can hear some sort of music, albeit very faint.
- >Seems to be coming from the little home.
- >Sounds almost familiar.
- >Cue: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhXK74DY4DU
- >With some caution you approach the manse, you knock thrice on the round wooden door.
- >There is no answer at first, save for the sound of something scrabbling about.
- >Goddamn that music is loud.
- "Zecora?"
- >"Who comes to knock on my door that's unlocked."
- >There is some coughing.
- >"That was terrible."
- "It's Anonymous."
- >"Anonymous isn't here, man."
- "No, I'm Anonymous you dolt."
- >The door opens, and there is a zebra in the threshold, looking rather haggard.
- >Zecora's mohawk is disheveled and her eyes are bloodshot.
- >"Hello; would you like to get mellow?"
- "You're pretty trash at rhyming things."
- >"And your face is green."
- "N-no it's not!" you claim, clawing at your cheek.
- >"Whatever; what do you want, a lever?"
- >You shake your head.
- "No, Applejack sent me. She said you could help me relax."
- >"Relax? That's easy, I just need to send a fax."
- "Ponies don't have fax machines."
- >"They don't have stereos either, and yet.."
- >She knocks an old looking boombox in the speaker with her hoof.
- "What are you listening too?"
- >"Snoop Griffon, or something."
- "Right, 'griffon'."
- >You move over to a stool and sit on it, watching as Zecora rests herself on a beanbag near the stereo.
- >She picks up a smoke from an ashtray and takes a drag.
- "Wait a second, what are you smoking?"
- >"Poison joke, just like the young folk."
- "You guys call that 'poison joke'? Alright. You gonna pass it over?"
- >She leans forward slightly but won't go any further.
- >You roll your eyes and make the rest of the trip.
- >Hmm, never tried this before.
- >You take a smoke, and lean backward in your chair, nearly tipping it.
- "Holy fuck."
- >Should it be like this?
- >Your head doesn't feel very in-place any more.
- >Well, maybe that's normal?
- >Haha wow this chair is the most comfortable thing.
- "Hey black and white, is this normal?"
- >"What? The flowers dancing on the ghosts? Yeah, that's normal."
- >There is three knocks at the door.
- >"Who is it?"
- >"It's us!" a girly voice squeaks.
- "Hey! It's the CMC. Love those girls."
- >"It's open," Zecora calls with a cough.
- >A couple ego deaths later...
- >"My wings itch," Scootaloo says in a gravelly voice, flapping about on the floor next to your leg.
- >"My horn itches," Sweetie responds.
- >"Muh apple itches."
- "Yo shut up, Zecora is talking," you yelp, staring intently at the sleeping zebra.
- >She snores in bursts, twitching her hindlegs.
- >"Hey Anon, what's in this jar?"
- >You turn to see Applebloom fiddling with a large glass jar labeled "Poison joke buds".
- "That's stuff to blaze, young Apple."
- >You rub your eyes, the cold wind waking you.
- "Oh god my head."
- >You sit up, brain feeling like it's about to explode out of your skull and start dancing to "My ragtime gal".
- >Carefully, and slowly, you get a scope of your surroundings.
- >Looks like you're in some sort of field.
- >Why are you so cold?
- >You look down, seems alright.
- >Cuirass and gauntlets?
- >Check.
- >Boots and leggings?
- >Eh
- "WHERE ARE MY PANTS?"
- >It's concerning to be lacking pants in a strange place but you must admit: the cool grass does feel kinda nice on your bare ass.
- >You whip around, trying to find some landmark to figure out where you are.
- >Behind you Applebloom is laying in the grass, snoring.
- >You spot Sweetie Belle, head stuck in a bush.
- >And not too far from both of them is Scootaloo, lying on a branch.
- >She looks up at your drowsily.
- >"I believe I can fly," she says drowsily.
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