We are his faithful hands!
Manos has risen from the dead!
Our previous thread: https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/197606.html#197983
Human Superiority's Pastebin & Manos green part I-V:
http://pastebin.com/u/HumanSuperiority
http://pastebin.com/QBMRbrPv (Part I)
http://pastebin.com/C3cq16me (Part II)
http://pastebin.com/kGsD5Hwz (Part III)
http://pastebin.com/QxVybFHt (Part IV)
http://pastebin.com/nswjf88C (Part V)
Doctor Nicktaco's Pastebin & Manos green continuation:
https://pastebin.com/dZYrzf (Part VI)
A character sheet for Manos (Constant WIP):
http://pastebin.com/2iFWvgSe
Backgrounds of Fate (Manos Side Stories)
A Royalist's Pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/u/ARoyalist
EM1's (aka: ZimZam's) Pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/u/EM1
MedicalKrabbyPatty's (aka: A Black Hand's) Pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/u/AMedicalKrabbyPatty
U-Boat Anon's Pastebin:
https://pastebin.com/u/U-Boat_Anon
In this thread we continue the most glorious green "Manos - The Hands Of Fate"
Wir kapitulieren nie!
Heil the Reich!
Heil Manos!
Thread theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YucqA0VkabU
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> You are Manos
> You're sitting in a rather small cart, with Cadence Aryanne and Rainbow Dash around you
> The cart is rolling roughly across the rough, snowed in gravel road
> You should have some Brownshirts pave this fucking roller-coaster, the constant bumps of the wagon makes your back ache
> The icy wind is blocked by a small shield Aryanne is generating
> The small covered cart built for ponies is too small to stretch your legs, causing your knees to come up to your chest
> You are sitting with Aryanne on your left, blocking the open end of the wagon
> Your hand in your coat pocket feels the cold metal of the amulet, smooth and icy
> Contact with the amulet brings back a rather petty idea you had a few hours ago, but ultimately decided against
> "Aryanne, could we trade seats for a moment?"
> She looks up at you startled, probably because no one has spoken in hours
> "Yes, my Lord."
> She obediently slides across your lap while you shift over to her seat
> Just as she gets seated, you "stand" hunched over, poking your head out the back of the wagon
> You can see the small detachment of ponies guarding you, in rows behind your cart
> They look exhausted, frozen snot glazing their faces and scarves covering their entire heads
> They notice you poking your body out, many quickly wiping their noses and straightening their ice encrusted uniforms
> You give them all a collective, open hand salute while you direct your attention off to the left hand side
> You can see, drifting sloppily with exhaustion, Princess Celestia flying alongside your cart
> Her mane is not flowing, but is completely loose around her shoulders and face
> She has a layer of snow and ice crystals across her body, her eyes closed and caked with frost
> seeing your motherly, nurturing waifu in such a shitty condition gives you anxiety
> Maybe she deserved it, trying to humiliate me in front of all of my ponies multiple times.
> But no, this is torture. God knows you don't want to torture an Alicorn. Especially one who lover her ponies so much
> You pull yourself back inside quickly, and shout to the driver up ahead
> "Hey! Stop the carts! We can set up camp for the night, get some fires to warm up the stallions out there."
> His head slowly swivels your way, "Yes sir, right away"
> The cart slowly comes to a stop, the many troops behind are now completely at attention
> You hop out first, stretching your legs in the calf deep snow
> You're sitting in a rather small cart, with Cadence Aryanne and Rainbow Dash around you
> The cart is rolling roughly across the rough, snowed in gravel road
> You should have some Brownshirts pave this fucking roller-coaster, the constant bumps of the wagon makes your back ache
> The icy wind is blocked by a small shield Aryanne is generating
> The small covered cart built for ponies is too small to stretch your legs, causing your knees to come up to your chest
> You are sitting with Aryanne on your left, blocking the open end of the wagon
> Your hand in your coat pocket feels the cold metal of the amulet, smooth and icy
> Contact with the amulet brings back a rather petty idea you had a few hours ago, but ultimately decided against
> "Aryanne, could we trade seats for a moment?"
> She looks up at you startled, probably because no one has spoken in hours
> "Yes, my Lord."
> She obediently slides across your lap while you shift over to her seat
> Just as she gets seated, you "stand" hunched over, poking your head out the back of the wagon
> You can see the small detachment of ponies guarding you, in rows behind your cart
> They look exhausted, frozen snot glazing their faces and scarves covering their entire heads
> They notice you poking your body out, many quickly wiping their noses and straightening their ice encrusted uniforms
> You give them all a collective, open hand salute while you direct your attention off to the left hand side
> You can see, drifting sloppily with exhaustion, Princess Celestia flying alongside your cart
> Her mane is not flowing, but is completely loose around her shoulders and face
> She has a layer of snow and ice crystals across her body, her eyes closed and caked with frost
> seeing your motherly, nurturing waifu in such a shitty condition gives you anxiety
> Maybe she deserved it, trying to humiliate me in front of all of my ponies multiple times.
> But no, this is torture. God knows you don't want to torture an Alicorn. Especially one who lover her ponies so much
> You pull yourself back inside quickly, and shout to the driver up ahead
> "Hey! Stop the carts! We can set up camp for the night, get some fires to warm up the stallions out there."
> His head slowly swivels your way, "Yes sir, right away"
> The cart slowly comes to a stop, the many troops behind are now completely at attention
> You hop out first, stretching your legs in the calf deep snow
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>>198174
> As Aryanne and the rest file out of the wagon, you look to Celestia
> She's stopped, parked herself on the exposed gravel as if she was trying to fall asleep
> You walk over, feeling incredibly bad for her condition
> You get on one knee, two feet from her face laying on her hooves
> "Come on, you can rest in the cart for a while. I'll get you some warm food and all that."
> She tilts her head towards you, eyes barely open
> Though she looks like a newborn kitten with her half closed eyes, you can still sense a look of distrust
> You put your cold, white hand on her cold white face
> She looks at you like a wounded puppy while you slowly stroke her head and neck
> She then slowly starts to lurch upward, into a feeble walk towards the cart
> You back up to give her space, as you look to Cadence blocking the entrance to the wagon she finally moves over
> Cadence gives you a "what the fuck" look while Celestia attempts to shamble up the stair to the cabin
> She seems to be having problems with the already icy stairs, being weakened and exhausted
> In full view of your Black Hands you climb up the first stair, gently pick her up by the torso like a dog and sit her down on the bench
> She's alot lighter the she looks, now you understand why Shining threw one of these
> She goes limp as you carry her to her resting spot, as you set her down you quietly announce out the door
> "Would one of you find me a few blankets?"
> within ten seconds an earth toned Black hand darts up, two grey wool blankets in her mouth
> You take the blankets from her mouth, before turning back to Celestia
> You wrap Celestia in the blankets, her face from an exhausted scowl to that of a sleeping puppy
> It's a very strange feeling to see a demigod, controller of the fucking sun sleeping peacefully in your care
> It's a shame you couldn't be in a perfect world where you could lay there with her, but some sacrifices need to be made.
> You feel like you've done your part, now to address your ponies, Napolean was always loved for being personal with his soldiers
> may as well, worst case scenario the night is boring or the food isn't great
> You exit the cart, eyes of all pointing your way
> the half-dusk light of the eclipse and the flickering yellow orange light of the fire give the pony faces a strange glow
> you stand at the head of your Black Hands, now stopped in their tracks from cooking and making fires
> You clear your throat, realizing this is going to be remembered by every pony here for many years
> Being addressed personally by their lord
> "Black Hands, Heil!"
> They all shoot up at light speed, hailing you with a salute
> you remember a speech you heard back home, oddly fitting to this situation
> "Hands, It's been a long campaign, it's been a tough war. You've fought bravely, and proudly for your country. You are a special group, we have found in one another a bond that exists only in combat. As brothers and sisters, you've shared foxholes. Held each other in dire moments. We've seen death and suffered together. I am proud to serve with each and every one of you. For those of us, lost to the struggle, are waiting as heroes beyond the gates of Valhalla. Remember these fallen when you return to those you love, as they are looking upon you, proud to have served alongside you. My ponies, my comrades, I fear the worst has yet to come. But fear not! Your fallen comrades have your seat saved in Valhalla, you have all more than earned such an honor. Your honor is loyalty, and loyalty is the greatest strength of all."
> The many ponies, minds fraught with images of Valhalla and the ponies waiting for them back home return a more thunderous heil and salute
> You turn from them, taking a small walk towards the front of the procession and towards the Reich
> a small walk to consider you next move would help, you've been mostly contemplating this since you left Vanhoover
> You pull out your side arm from your coat pocket, looking over the now slightly worn surfaces of the shiny metal slide
> You pace in silence, making a single beaten track through the snow
> The small town Tall Tale is just a dozen or so miles south, heading that way would be the next logical progression
> Except that the same could be said for the royalists, trapping us in Tale would leave the main city unchecked
> You need more information about Tall Tale, maybe a quick snatch and grab to connect the town to the city would be the best option short-term
> Information be damned, we need progress. the longer we wait, the more time Luna has to build defenses
> Shouldn't even call her Luna anymore, Nightmare Moon is her title now.
> As Aryanne and the rest file out of the wagon, you look to Celestia
> She's stopped, parked herself on the exposed gravel as if she was trying to fall asleep
> You walk over, feeling incredibly bad for her condition
> You get on one knee, two feet from her face laying on her hooves
> "Come on, you can rest in the cart for a while. I'll get you some warm food and all that."
> She tilts her head towards you, eyes barely open
> Though she looks like a newborn kitten with her half closed eyes, you can still sense a look of distrust
> You put your cold, white hand on her cold white face
> She looks at you like a wounded puppy while you slowly stroke her head and neck
> She then slowly starts to lurch upward, into a feeble walk towards the cart
> You back up to give her space, as you look to Cadence blocking the entrance to the wagon she finally moves over
> Cadence gives you a "what the fuck" look while Celestia attempts to shamble up the stair to the cabin
> She seems to be having problems with the already icy stairs, being weakened and exhausted
> In full view of your Black Hands you climb up the first stair, gently pick her up by the torso like a dog and sit her down on the bench
> She's alot lighter the she looks, now you understand why Shining threw one of these
> She goes limp as you carry her to her resting spot, as you set her down you quietly announce out the door
> "Would one of you find me a few blankets?"
> within ten seconds an earth toned Black hand darts up, two grey wool blankets in her mouth
> You take the blankets from her mouth, before turning back to Celestia
> You wrap Celestia in the blankets, her face from an exhausted scowl to that of a sleeping puppy
> It's a very strange feeling to see a demigod, controller of the fucking sun sleeping peacefully in your care
> It's a shame you couldn't be in a perfect world where you could lay there with her, but some sacrifices need to be made.
> You feel like you've done your part, now to address your ponies, Napolean was always loved for being personal with his soldiers
> may as well, worst case scenario the night is boring or the food isn't great
> You exit the cart, eyes of all pointing your way
> the half-dusk light of the eclipse and the flickering yellow orange light of the fire give the pony faces a strange glow
> you stand at the head of your Black Hands, now stopped in their tracks from cooking and making fires
> You clear your throat, realizing this is going to be remembered by every pony here for many years
> Being addressed personally by their lord
> "Black Hands, Heil!"
> They all shoot up at light speed, hailing you with a salute
> you remember a speech you heard back home, oddly fitting to this situation
> "Hands, It's been a long campaign, it's been a tough war. You've fought bravely, and proudly for your country. You are a special group, we have found in one another a bond that exists only in combat. As brothers and sisters, you've shared foxholes. Held each other in dire moments. We've seen death and suffered together. I am proud to serve with each and every one of you. For those of us, lost to the struggle, are waiting as heroes beyond the gates of Valhalla. Remember these fallen when you return to those you love, as they are looking upon you, proud to have served alongside you. My ponies, my comrades, I fear the worst has yet to come. But fear not! Your fallen comrades have your seat saved in Valhalla, you have all more than earned such an honor. Your honor is loyalty, and loyalty is the greatest strength of all."
> The many ponies, minds fraught with images of Valhalla and the ponies waiting for them back home return a more thunderous heil and salute
> You turn from them, taking a small walk towards the front of the procession and towards the Reich
> a small walk to consider you next move would help, you've been mostly contemplating this since you left Vanhoover
> You pull out your side arm from your coat pocket, looking over the now slightly worn surfaces of the shiny metal slide
> You pace in silence, making a single beaten track through the snow
> The small town Tall Tale is just a dozen or so miles south, heading that way would be the next logical progression
> Except that the same could be said for the royalists, trapping us in Tale would leave the main city unchecked
> You need more information about Tall Tale, maybe a quick snatch and grab to connect the town to the city would be the best option short-term
> Information be damned, we need progress. the longer we wait, the more time Luna has to build defenses
> Shouldn't even call her Luna anymore, Nightmare Moon is her title now.
>>198175
> You're interrupted by a soft voice from behind you
> "Manos"
> You turn around to face Cadence, not humoring her with a response
> You look to each other for a few moments, soft snow silently coating the ground around you both
> The sounds of the campsite are faintly heard. Clinking mugs, laughter, barking orders
> You take your visor cap off, feeling the cold winter air rush across your head
> coat collar drawn up covering your face, pacing alone in the snow
> "what was that earlier, with Celestia?"
> she speaks in a clinical tone, doing her best to hide her emotions
> it isn't working.
> "I know you two have bad blood, but it's in everyone's best interest for her to not feel captured. The more stressed she is, the more likely an outburst is to happen. Besides, I don't want the populace to see me as an abysmal winner."
> Cadence looks at you with slightly watery eyes, seeming to understand your meaning, but not liking it.
> Sometimes feelings need to take a backseat, horse.
"You may not like it, but it's for the good of the nation. I have growing numbers of ponies relying on me every day, but in the interest of fairness she'll get her rest. when we get back to the city, she's yours to care for. Have there been any communications from the city?"
> The sudden change of tone seems to jarr Cadence slightly
> "No, no word yet. I suspect they're waiting until you arrive to communicate."
> She seemed totally professional now, as if you were only colleagues, This is worrying.
> she trots away into the camp, already barking orders at several startled recruits.
> On second thought, you weren't hungry anymore. It'll be straight to bed.
> You realize Celestia is currently passed out in your sleeping spot, shit.
> you'll be forgoing sleep then tonight. great.
> looking over the camp, the life and vigor of the ponies is almost breathtaking
> all of these ponies had families, jobs, lives, and personal obligations before you came.
> Now, they've signed their life over to your service. It still boggles your mind how there are over one hundred thousand living, breathing souls who made the decision within to die for you.
> you think, "They really are very good ponies. I hope the war can come to a clean victory soon. But I know, unfortunately, that Nightmare Moon will not give up until the end."
> You remember the time of Berlin after the defeat. The shelled out buildings stretching for miles, burning flags, crying women and children standing in the ruins of their homes, mourning the loss of their fathers brothers and sons lost to the war.
> "I can't let that happen. I could never hope to have the support of the residents of Canterlot if we shell them to pieces. This war has already driven a stake between the nations that won't soon be forgotten."
> Jesus, now you understand how it felt to be him. but you have something he didn't.
> The foresight to see where his fell began, and how such mistakes led to his downfall.
> and you absolutely will not fail. you can't afford to.
> You can't go back.
> You're interrupted by a soft voice from behind you
> "Manos"
> You turn around to face Cadence, not humoring her with a response
> You look to each other for a few moments, soft snow silently coating the ground around you both
> The sounds of the campsite are faintly heard. Clinking mugs, laughter, barking orders
> You take your visor cap off, feeling the cold winter air rush across your head
> coat collar drawn up covering your face, pacing alone in the snow
> "what was that earlier, with Celestia?"
> she speaks in a clinical tone, doing her best to hide her emotions
> it isn't working.
> "I know you two have bad blood, but it's in everyone's best interest for her to not feel captured. The more stressed she is, the more likely an outburst is to happen. Besides, I don't want the populace to see me as an abysmal winner."
> Cadence looks at you with slightly watery eyes, seeming to understand your meaning, but not liking it.
> Sometimes feelings need to take a backseat, horse.
"You may not like it, but it's for the good of the nation. I have growing numbers of ponies relying on me every day, but in the interest of fairness she'll get her rest. when we get back to the city, she's yours to care for. Have there been any communications from the city?"
> The sudden change of tone seems to jarr Cadence slightly
> "No, no word yet. I suspect they're waiting until you arrive to communicate."
> She seemed totally professional now, as if you were only colleagues, This is worrying.
> she trots away into the camp, already barking orders at several startled recruits.
> On second thought, you weren't hungry anymore. It'll be straight to bed.
> You realize Celestia is currently passed out in your sleeping spot, shit.
> you'll be forgoing sleep then tonight. great.
> looking over the camp, the life and vigor of the ponies is almost breathtaking
> all of these ponies had families, jobs, lives, and personal obligations before you came.
> Now, they've signed their life over to your service. It still boggles your mind how there are over one hundred thousand living, breathing souls who made the decision within to die for you.
> you think, "They really are very good ponies. I hope the war can come to a clean victory soon. But I know, unfortunately, that Nightmare Moon will not give up until the end."
> You remember the time of Berlin after the defeat. The shelled out buildings stretching for miles, burning flags, crying women and children standing in the ruins of their homes, mourning the loss of their fathers brothers and sons lost to the war.
> "I can't let that happen. I could never hope to have the support of the residents of Canterlot if we shell them to pieces. This war has already driven a stake between the nations that won't soon be forgotten."
> Jesus, now you understand how it felt to be him. but you have something he didn't.
> The foresight to see where his fell began, and how such mistakes led to his downfall.
> and you absolutely will not fail. you can't afford to.
> You can't go back.
>>198176
just realized my formatting in Pastebin fucked up, O O P S I E
guess OP is still a faggot after all
just realized my formatting in Pastebin fucked up, O O P S I E
guess OP is still a faggot after all
>>198178
Ah shit, I'm used to threads automatically archiving and fucking off in a day or two. Will remove last thread I suppose
Ah shit, I'm used to threads automatically archiving and fucking off in a day or two. Will remove last thread I suppose
> You are Twilight
> You are laying with spike in a small cot provided by the Brownshirts in their headquarters
> You haven't seen Rarity in quite a while, you hope she's alright
> Fluttershy, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie have already been interviewed and questioned.
> Apparently about their opinions on Manos and the Reich, etcetera
> The room is what seems to have been a conference room, before it was cleared to make room for your temporary lodgings
> A large, tattered red banner lies behind a pane of glass on the wall, obviously that of Manos
> You rise from the white sailcloth cot to stretch your legs a bit, take a look around
> You walk slowly across the cold wooden floor to the banner, reading the plaque beneath it
> "The flag that flew during the battle of the Ardennes"
> You remember talk about the Ardennes, that's where Rainbow Dash did her rainboom
> As you look over the hole pocked, faded banner a voice startles you
> "Beautiful isn't it, Ms Sparkle?"
> Harshwinny, of course
> " You spin around to see her leaning against the doorway of her office, looking at the flag
> "I wish I could have been there, apparently quite the spectacle. Anyway, I actually had come to fetch you. Will you step inside for a moment?"
> She motions a hoof to her door, the candlelight just making out the outline
> "I suppose."
> You slowly make your way through the door, immediately noticing the sound dampening spell placed on the walls
> You sit in a squat leather chair across from the desk, noticing the flag hanging in the corner as well as the small brass statue of Manos on a table under the window
> There are a few flowers under it, she seems to pray to Manos here.
> She enters before sitting down at her respective chair, pulling a paper out of a tan folder stamped with a small red hand and the words "
> "Miss Sparkle, would you answer a few questions for the record?"
> She produces a pen from the desktop before beginning to write
> "I suppose I could, what kind of questions?"
> She up looks at you from the paper, eyes slightly squinted to see in the dark
> "Just to ensure your loyalties lie where you say they do. All just to be certain, of course. It is highly irregular for the Elements of Harmony to leave Equestria, of course."
> You realize she's right, it would seem highly suspicious from her end
> That a group that just recently escaped would come back for Asylum from the war, this isn't looking too great
> "It was Rarity, They caught her operating for Manos. I couldn't let them hurt my friend, it was a hard decision, but I would do it again. Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash all trust Manos, so I came to realize that Manos really didn't want to hurt us. Manos has never willfully harmed any of us, even after I was rude and spiteful. And the alternatives are clearly showing that he isn't the bad guy."
> You are laying with spike in a small cot provided by the Brownshirts in their headquarters
> You haven't seen Rarity in quite a while, you hope she's alright
> Fluttershy, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie have already been interviewed and questioned.
> Apparently about their opinions on Manos and the Reich, etcetera
> The room is what seems to have been a conference room, before it was cleared to make room for your temporary lodgings
> A large, tattered red banner lies behind a pane of glass on the wall, obviously that of Manos
> You rise from the white sailcloth cot to stretch your legs a bit, take a look around
> You walk slowly across the cold wooden floor to the banner, reading the plaque beneath it
> "The flag that flew during the battle of the Ardennes"
> You remember talk about the Ardennes, that's where Rainbow Dash did her rainboom
> As you look over the hole pocked, faded banner a voice startles you
> "Beautiful isn't it, Ms Sparkle?"
> Harshwinny, of course
> " You spin around to see her leaning against the doorway of her office, looking at the flag
> "I wish I could have been there, apparently quite the spectacle. Anyway, I actually had come to fetch you. Will you step inside for a moment?"
> She motions a hoof to her door, the candlelight just making out the outline
> "I suppose."
> You slowly make your way through the door, immediately noticing the sound dampening spell placed on the walls
> You sit in a squat leather chair across from the desk, noticing the flag hanging in the corner as well as the small brass statue of Manos on a table under the window
> There are a few flowers under it, she seems to pray to Manos here.
> She enters before sitting down at her respective chair, pulling a paper out of a tan folder stamped with a small red hand and the words "
> "Miss Sparkle, would you answer a few questions for the record?"
> She produces a pen from the desktop before beginning to write
> "I suppose I could, what kind of questions?"
> She up looks at you from the paper, eyes slightly squinted to see in the dark
> "Just to ensure your loyalties lie where you say they do. All just to be certain, of course. It is highly irregular for the Elements of Harmony to leave Equestria, of course."
> You realize she's right, it would seem highly suspicious from her end
> That a group that just recently escaped would come back for Asylum from the war, this isn't looking too great
> "It was Rarity, They caught her operating for Manos. I couldn't let them hurt my friend, it was a hard decision, but I would do it again. Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash all trust Manos, so I came to realize that Manos really didn't want to hurt us. Manos has never willfully harmed any of us, even after I was rude and spiteful. And the alternatives are clearly showing that he isn't the bad guy."
>>198987
> Harshwinny examines you for a moment
> "I see. What are your opinions on the war?"
> You usually try not to thing about the war, and information was scarce back in Canterlot, so an answer was harder to come by than you thought
> "I guess I think it's unnecessary, I only wish that Equestria and the Reich could exist in Harmony, but I suppose Nightmare Moon made that impossible. The Reich deserves independence, I don't know about the war. I hope what happened to Ponyville won't happen to Canterlot."
> Oh no, you may have said the wrong thing there
> fuckfuckfuckfuck
> Harshwinny stops writing and slowly tilts up to look at you
> Her normally somewhat callous look is no longer there, instead replaced by a wistful, soft gaze
> "I remember Ponyville, I'll always miss it. Lord Manos promised to rebuild it someday"
> Her voice cracks slightly towards the end, her head rapidly points down to the paper and begins writing
> the moonlight catches a single tear falling onto the document
> She sets down the pen, having regained her composure
> "Thank you, Miss Sparkle. that'll be all for tonight. Do you or your friends need anything?"
> She speaks slightly softer than before, getting up from the desk to walk you out
> You get up from the chair, making your way to the door
> "No, I think we'll be alright for now. Thank you for the space to sleep"
> She looks at you from the doorway as you make your way back to rest
> "The Reich is always open to those who seek a better life for themselves. Goodnight Miss Sparkle."
> She then closes the door to her office before you could respond
> You lay back down, squeezing in next to Spike, sleeping soundly
> Maybe Manos isn't all that bad, I'll just have to give him a chance
> As yous stretch out sleep comes swiftly to usher in a new day.
> Harshwinny examines you for a moment
> "I see. What are your opinions on the war?"
> You usually try not to thing about the war, and information was scarce back in Canterlot, so an answer was harder to come by than you thought
> "I guess I think it's unnecessary, I only wish that Equestria and the Reich could exist in Harmony, but I suppose Nightmare Moon made that impossible. The Reich deserves independence, I don't know about the war. I hope what happened to Ponyville won't happen to Canterlot."
> Oh no, you may have said the wrong thing there
> fuckfuckfuckfuck
> Harshwinny stops writing and slowly tilts up to look at you
> Her normally somewhat callous look is no longer there, instead replaced by a wistful, soft gaze
> "I remember Ponyville, I'll always miss it. Lord Manos promised to rebuild it someday"
> Her voice cracks slightly towards the end, her head rapidly points down to the paper and begins writing
> the moonlight catches a single tear falling onto the document
> She sets down the pen, having regained her composure
> "Thank you, Miss Sparkle. that'll be all for tonight. Do you or your friends need anything?"
> She speaks slightly softer than before, getting up from the desk to walk you out
> You get up from the chair, making your way to the door
> "No, I think we'll be alright for now. Thank you for the space to sleep"
> She looks at you from the doorway as you make your way back to rest
> "The Reich is always open to those who seek a better life for themselves. Goodnight Miss Sparkle."
> She then closes the door to her office before you could respond
> You lay back down, squeezing in next to Spike, sleeping soundly
> Maybe Manos isn't all that bad, I'll just have to give him a chance
> As yous stretch out sleep comes swiftly to usher in a new day.
more tomorrow
Internet troubles have postponed more updates, will follow today!
>>198135
> You are Manos
> You've been walking for hours, keeping your exhaustion from showing to the Hands is pretty fucking difficult
> You let Celestia ride in your place for the latter section of the return journey, walking isn't that bad, right?
> right?
> wrong.
> Your feet hurt quite a bit, but you haven't broken pace yet. the gates of the Reich are within sight, drawing closer as the unending walking soldiers on.
> You're walking behind the cart, at the head of the Hands and at hoof level with the ponies in the wagon
> they are of course silent, eyes half closed, most tired and ready to go home. Celestia however seems very much awake, staring at the semidark sky with a worried, grim expression
> What the hell is going to fix this sun, if she can't raise it then there may never be an end to this stupid Twilight.
> You are Manos
> You've been walking for hours, keeping your exhaustion from showing to the Hands is pretty fucking difficult
> You let Celestia ride in your place for the latter section of the return journey, walking isn't that bad, right?
> right?
> wrong.
> Your feet hurt quite a bit, but you haven't broken pace yet. the gates of the Reich are within sight, drawing closer as the unending walking soldiers on.
> You're walking behind the cart, at the head of the Hands and at hoof level with the ponies in the wagon
> they are of course silent, eyes half closed, most tired and ready to go home. Celestia however seems very much awake, staring at the semidark sky with a worried, grim expression
> What the hell is going to fix this sun, if she can't raise it then there may never be an end to this stupid Twilight.
>>200353
> The gates are now within around a hundred yards, you pick up the pace and hop onto the cart as the end draws near
> This startles Celestia, seemingly meditating, into making eye contact
> "What are you doing Anonymous?"
> Jesus, that bitch still loves to call you that.
> "Getting a last minute ride, not that it's your business, how has raising the sun come along so far?"
> She looks away curtly, Cadence giggling slightly at your rude remark
> You stand in back of the cart, several head lengths taller than the rest of the occupants as the cart reaches the gate
> Your impromptu motorcade is stopped by gate guards, before the red and white barriers are quickly raised
> Crystal Guard and Brownshirts line the street to hold back adoring citizens as you slowly pull through into the city
> there are massive flags hanging out of every window, beautiful masses of streamers in red white and black over the entire street
> similarly colored confetti is being thrown from the rooftops like a beautiful shower of color
> thousands of ponies stand and cheer behind the barricade, nearly the entire population of the Reich is here
> Wow, you didn't know such a greeting was planned
> Flowers are thrown at the Black Hands passing by, some even being stuck in their collars by adoring mares who slid through the barricade
> The thunderous applause is almost deafening, more than at even the bigger rallies you've ever held
> It seems the triumphant return of their leader with the trophy of a captive god is enough to cause quite a great swell of pride in the Reich's ponies, very excellent indeed
> You give a salute to the crowds on either side, thousands returning it with vigor
> Thunderous roaring of a triumphant "SIEG HEIL!" and "HEIL MANOS!" are heard in a thousand layers of deafening sound
> Celestia is looking across the crowd, completely blankfaced and curt
> She must realize now that there was really no chance of a victory with a populace this adoring. Maybe she didn't understand the actual size and reach the Reich has until now, either option is wonderful
> as the Castle and it's great arches draw near, the improvised parade still continues
> The cart finally stops underneath the great arches, in the large open crystal room under the suspended castle
> The brownshirts have already made a barrier from one pillar to another, walling in the room from the thousands of adoring onlookers
> the carts and Black Hand Battalion finally come to a halt, Aryanne immediately leaping off of the cart onto the ground below
> She zips behind the cart at the face of the Hands, commanding their attention
> She orders them to make rows facing the cart, it's as if she already know what you have planned
> as they quickly finish you hop off, strolling in front of them at Aryanne's side
> The gates are now within around a hundred yards, you pick up the pace and hop onto the cart as the end draws near
> This startles Celestia, seemingly meditating, into making eye contact
> "What are you doing Anonymous?"
> Jesus, that bitch still loves to call you that.
> "Getting a last minute ride, not that it's your business, how has raising the sun come along so far?"
> She looks away curtly, Cadence giggling slightly at your rude remark
> You stand in back of the cart, several head lengths taller than the rest of the occupants as the cart reaches the gate
> Your impromptu motorcade is stopped by gate guards, before the red and white barriers are quickly raised
> Crystal Guard and Brownshirts line the street to hold back adoring citizens as you slowly pull through into the city
> there are massive flags hanging out of every window, beautiful masses of streamers in red white and black over the entire street
> similarly colored confetti is being thrown from the rooftops like a beautiful shower of color
> thousands of ponies stand and cheer behind the barricade, nearly the entire population of the Reich is here
> Wow, you didn't know such a greeting was planned
> Flowers are thrown at the Black Hands passing by, some even being stuck in their collars by adoring mares who slid through the barricade
> The thunderous applause is almost deafening, more than at even the bigger rallies you've ever held
> It seems the triumphant return of their leader with the trophy of a captive god is enough to cause quite a great swell of pride in the Reich's ponies, very excellent indeed
> You give a salute to the crowds on either side, thousands returning it with vigor
> Thunderous roaring of a triumphant "SIEG HEIL!" and "HEIL MANOS!" are heard in a thousand layers of deafening sound
> Celestia is looking across the crowd, completely blankfaced and curt
> She must realize now that there was really no chance of a victory with a populace this adoring. Maybe she didn't understand the actual size and reach the Reich has until now, either option is wonderful
> as the Castle and it's great arches draw near, the improvised parade still continues
> The cart finally stops underneath the great arches, in the large open crystal room under the suspended castle
> The brownshirts have already made a barrier from one pillar to another, walling in the room from the thousands of adoring onlookers
> the carts and Black Hand Battalion finally come to a halt, Aryanne immediately leaping off of the cart onto the ground below
> She zips behind the cart at the face of the Hands, commanding their attention
> She orders them to make rows facing the cart, it's as if she already know what you have planned
> as they quickly finish you hop off, strolling in front of them at Aryanne's side
> You turn to whisper to her
> "I'll be performing a speech, keep the crowd here. You can dismiss the Hands for some rest."
> She responds quickly
> "Yes my lord. where will you be giving the speech from?"
> You respond as you're walking away, loud enough for her to hear you over the crowd's cheers
> "From the grand balcony, have a unicorn make an enlarged projection of it, I want them all to see this."
> She immediately gets to work dismissing the Hands, and addressing the crowd regarding your speech
>You are now back to the cart, Cadence and Rainbow Dash have already left to assist Aryanne but Celestia remains, staring at the wooden floorboards
> "Come with me, We have a speech to give. Follow me inside to the balcony."
> She looks at you with a disgusting scowl
> "I'm not being a part of your cult ceremony, Anonymous! Isn't it enough that I've surrendered? Is that enough shame for you to give me?!"
> She raised her voice toward the end, clearly livid
> "Their military just had a major event to turn the war, don't you think it's fair to hear it straight from the horse's mouth? This is history, you know that. admit surrender and you'll be left alone to do whatever it is you do, maybe raising the sun?"
> She frowns, breaking eye contact at the mention of her failure to raise the sun.
> She slowly rises, hopping of of the cart
> Sometimes you forget how large she is, almost as tall as you are
> almost.
> "I'll be performing a speech, keep the crowd here. You can dismiss the Hands for some rest."
> She responds quickly
> "Yes my lord. where will you be giving the speech from?"
> You respond as you're walking away, loud enough for her to hear you over the crowd's cheers
> "From the grand balcony, have a unicorn make an enlarged projection of it, I want them all to see this."
> She immediately gets to work dismissing the Hands, and addressing the crowd regarding your speech
>You are now back to the cart, Cadence and Rainbow Dash have already left to assist Aryanne but Celestia remains, staring at the wooden floorboards
> "Come with me, We have a speech to give. Follow me inside to the balcony."
> She looks at you with a disgusting scowl
> "I'm not being a part of your cult ceremony, Anonymous! Isn't it enough that I've surrendered? Is that enough shame for you to give me?!"
> She raised her voice toward the end, clearly livid
> "Their military just had a major event to turn the war, don't you think it's fair to hear it straight from the horse's mouth? This is history, you know that. admit surrender and you'll be left alone to do whatever it is you do, maybe raising the sun?"
> She frowns, breaking eye contact at the mention of her failure to raise the sun.
> She slowly rises, hopping of of the cart
> Sometimes you forget how large she is, almost as tall as you are
> almost.
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Thread theme : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XwvCoKeBjQ
> You walk across the courtyard, waving to the ponies as you enter the castle
> you can hear the golden *cling* from her golden "shoes", she's actually going to follow you without making things difficult.
> Thank christ, she could have been a real obstinate pain in the ass.
> You make your way quickly through the halls of the castle toward the Balcony, no ponies in sight
> You find yourself at the balcony door, you stop to wait until she catches up
> She meets you at your side, staring at the floor
> "Look at me."
> She raises her eyes from the floor, making a weak eye contact
> "You'll be fine. A quick speech and it'll be over. Do you need anything?"
> She looks at you with an extremely confused frown, hardly registering what you said
> She turns to look out into the sky and cityscape, seemingly staring into infinity
> "No. I'm perfectly fine."
> You take her answer as you stroll up to the edge of the balcony, seeing the large magical screen to your stage right
> It shows you perfectly, the unicorns did a great job
> You look over your city, the crowds packing the streets for as far as the eye can see
> The applause leaps in intensity as you make yourself visible, shaking the air like an explosion of voices
> You wave your hands slightly to signal the crowd to quiet down, before beginning
> "Black hands, Brownshirts, Heil!"
> The military members of the crowd respond with a Heil
> "A great battle has just been won, and a great era has begun."
> "Equestria is awakening! We have won a capital city from Royalist control, and with it the former princess of Equestria."
> "I know, my hands of fate, that times have not always been easy, when you wanted the freedom and safety from the terrors of the world, being able to trust that the safety of your kind and family is certain, and appeal to continue the struggle had to continue to protect your kind, while overwhelming odds forced you to remain weak! Ponies are not weak, it's not in your nature to be subjugated by more powerful beings, you always endure! You always work through the struggle, working your way into the light, escaping the darkness that tries to consume you and your fellow ponies! This strength, and stubborn determination to continue on is why you stand victorious here today! What we have dreamed for years has become a reality. A symbol of the unification of all Equestrian ponies has become the new symbol of the Reich, and thus the new standard of all ponies who stand with us! You will accept nothing but absolute certainty for the future of your family, and your race. And this isn't a privilege from a mad matriarch, this is our blood sweat and tears!"
> you jab in the air at Celestia, standing at attention to your right
> The most precious possession you have in the world is your family, your brother and sisters, your kind. We have worked, and will work for all of time to preserve it! ahead of us, the future is bright. Within us, Equestria is stirring, and behind us the Reich is following!"
> Your voice feels louder than it has ever been, not even requiring any spells to amplify across almost the entire city
> The amulet in your pocket glows extremely bright, a dull red light emanating from your pocket
> You're damp with sweat, hair completely soaked to your head
> The cheers and synchronized heils from the crowd are even louder than before, shaking the bones of the city
> You give a finishing wave before turning from the city, making your way inside with Celestia
> "You have a lot of nerve Anonymous, you forget who I actually am it seems. Don't call me such names ever again."
> You stop, turning to fully face her
> You must look manic, Face and skin soaked with sweat, soaked hair hanging slightly over your face
> "I could continue to refer to you as you really are, or you could stop calling me Anonymous. Up to you, horse."
> You spin and begin to make an exit as Cadence enters the hall
> "Ah! perfect you came, you can take her to wherever she'll be lodging, I'm done with her for now. Make sure she's in a magic suppression aura at all times, it would be really embarrassing if she just teleported away after my speech. speaking of, how did I do?"
> She looks at you warmly, obviously having gotten over the fight from the night before
> "Yes Manos, and it was excellent, maybe your best yet"
> She cranes her neck upward for a kiss, which you of course happily reciprocate
> You hear a mixture of a gag and a groan from Celestia behind you
> "Make sure to give her the special treatment, she's only been a slight pain in the ass lately. Anyway, I've got to go. I need the status report from the shines."
> She chuckles before waving you off as you round the staircase downward, your feet still hurting a great bit from the journey
> "Maybe the shines can wait, I need some rest. That and a change of uniform for sure."
> You make your way through the castle to your office, noticing more black hands and Brownshirts frittering about than before, clearly busy with the recent news
> You round the corner into your office, past the Black Hands guarding the door
> You close the door behind you, before taking your boots off and dropping into bed.
> Rest came quickly, but with sleep comes the voices. You spend hours with the incredible pain of a million voices screaming through your body, an unfortunately familiar feeling
> You've stopped resisting anymore, or shouting, you know no relief will come to you.
> But you do know one very pissed off white horse that may be able to help.
> you can hear the golden *cling* from her golden "shoes", she's actually going to follow you without making things difficult.
> Thank christ, she could have been a real obstinate pain in the ass.
> You make your way quickly through the halls of the castle toward the Balcony, no ponies in sight
> You find yourself at the balcony door, you stop to wait until she catches up
> She meets you at your side, staring at the floor
> "Look at me."
> She raises her eyes from the floor, making a weak eye contact
> "You'll be fine. A quick speech and it'll be over. Do you need anything?"
> She looks at you with an extremely confused frown, hardly registering what you said
> She turns to look out into the sky and cityscape, seemingly staring into infinity
> "No. I'm perfectly fine."
> You take her answer as you stroll up to the edge of the balcony, seeing the large magical screen to your stage right
> It shows you perfectly, the unicorns did a great job
> You look over your city, the crowds packing the streets for as far as the eye can see
> The applause leaps in intensity as you make yourself visible, shaking the air like an explosion of voices
> You wave your hands slightly to signal the crowd to quiet down, before beginning
> "Black hands, Brownshirts, Heil!"
> The military members of the crowd respond with a Heil
> "A great battle has just been won, and a great era has begun."
> "Equestria is awakening! We have won a capital city from Royalist control, and with it the former princess of Equestria."
> "I know, my hands of fate, that times have not always been easy, when you wanted the freedom and safety from the terrors of the world, being able to trust that the safety of your kind and family is certain, and appeal to continue the struggle had to continue to protect your kind, while overwhelming odds forced you to remain weak! Ponies are not weak, it's not in your nature to be subjugated by more powerful beings, you always endure! You always work through the struggle, working your way into the light, escaping the darkness that tries to consume you and your fellow ponies! This strength, and stubborn determination to continue on is why you stand victorious here today! What we have dreamed for years has become a reality. A symbol of the unification of all Equestrian ponies has become the new symbol of the Reich, and thus the new standard of all ponies who stand with us! You will accept nothing but absolute certainty for the future of your family, and your race. And this isn't a privilege from a mad matriarch, this is our blood sweat and tears!"
> you jab in the air at Celestia, standing at attention to your right
> The most precious possession you have in the world is your family, your brother and sisters, your kind. We have worked, and will work for all of time to preserve it! ahead of us, the future is bright. Within us, Equestria is stirring, and behind us the Reich is following!"
> Your voice feels louder than it has ever been, not even requiring any spells to amplify across almost the entire city
> The amulet in your pocket glows extremely bright, a dull red light emanating from your pocket
> You're damp with sweat, hair completely soaked to your head
> The cheers and synchronized heils from the crowd are even louder than before, shaking the bones of the city
> You give a finishing wave before turning from the city, making your way inside with Celestia
> "You have a lot of nerve Anonymous, you forget who I actually am it seems. Don't call me such names ever again."
> You stop, turning to fully face her
> You must look manic, Face and skin soaked with sweat, soaked hair hanging slightly over your face
> "I could continue to refer to you as you really are, or you could stop calling me Anonymous. Up to you, horse."
> You spin and begin to make an exit as Cadence enters the hall
> "Ah! perfect you came, you can take her to wherever she'll be lodging, I'm done with her for now. Make sure she's in a magic suppression aura at all times, it would be really embarrassing if she just teleported away after my speech. speaking of, how did I do?"
> She looks at you warmly, obviously having gotten over the fight from the night before
> "Yes Manos, and it was excellent, maybe your best yet"
> She cranes her neck upward for a kiss, which you of course happily reciprocate
> You hear a mixture of a gag and a groan from Celestia behind you
> "Make sure to give her the special treatment, she's only been a slight pain in the ass lately. Anyway, I've got to go. I need the status report from the shines."
> She chuckles before waving you off as you round the staircase downward, your feet still hurting a great bit from the journey
> "Maybe the shines can wait, I need some rest. That and a change of uniform for sure."
> You make your way through the castle to your office, noticing more black hands and Brownshirts frittering about than before, clearly busy with the recent news
> You round the corner into your office, past the Black Hands guarding the door
> You close the door behind you, before taking your boots off and dropping into bed.
> Rest came quickly, but with sleep comes the voices. You spend hours with the incredible pain of a million voices screaming through your body, an unfortunately familiar feeling
> You've stopped resisting anymore, or shouting, you know no relief will come to you.
> But you do know one very pissed off white horse that may be able to help.
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HOLY SHIT YEEEES
GLORIOUS
GLORIOUS
continue faggot
Thread revived
gotta get going on this damn story, I love it too much to ignore it like a JEEEEEEEEEEEW
will post later tonight, circadian rhythm be damned
gotta get going on this damn story, I love it too much to ignore it like a JEEEEEEEEEEEW
will post later tonight, circadian rhythm be damned
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>>200379
> You are Rainbow Dash
> you're running drills with the new batch of recruits, aren't you the boss now? why are you getting forced to deal with the newbloods?
> as you're leading the small 15 pony unit around the walls of the castle, several hundred feet above the sprawling city, your exhaustion finally really makes itself known
> since the landing yesterday you've only gotten around three hours of sleep, and it's showing
> Thank Manos you're not some newblood, your uniform is a mess
> You slow down and turn around on a heel, facing the unit
> "Attention!"
> They stop mid flight, quickly assembling into rows
> "Your exercises are over, report to the mes hall for breakfast. dismissed."
> They relax at the command, making a beeline for the small brick building across the city
> You've got so much to do, coordinating with the no name regional commanders is gonna be a massive pain in the ass. But you need rest first, this 24/7 command isn't gonna work for much longer without it.
> You make a turn toward the balcony of your room in the castle, not having to walk the entire building is pretty awesome
> You make a careless drop onto your balcony, pulling your magic key from your breast pocket
> You touch the small brass hand to the door, it glows a slight purple before you hear the door lock click open
> you trudge inside, kicking off your boots, hat and tunic on your table
> as you drop into the incredibly soft bed, you hear an extremely intrusive knock at the door
> It startles you back to reality, you begrudgingly fall out of bed and trudge to the door
> you swing it open to see a spritely Black Hand, clearly in a rush
> He quickly salutes before spouting off
> "Commander, you've been summoned to the Brownshirt Command Office under the order of Stabschef Harshwinny and-"
> He pauses to read a mall brown slip of paper levitating in front of him
> "Lord Manos himself, huh, friends in high places?"
> thoroughly unaffected by the stale joke, you reply
> "Yea. Dismissed."
> You slam the door, spinning back toward the table with your uniform
> You take extra care getting dressed this time, every medal in it's exact place, pristine black layers in perfect fashion
> You leave through your balcony again, making a beeline toward the Brownshirt Building
> This better be worth it, Manos hasn't bothered you about nothing before.
>>210230
reminder: if for some reason you want to read more, try looking through the current pastebin. I write there before I paste into the thread, so it's always possible to see my progress there before what I post here. Not sure who would want that, but I've been meaning to post about it
reminder: if for some reason you want to read more, try looking through the current pastebin. I write there before I paste into the thread, so it's always possible to see my progress there before what I post here. Not sure who would want that, but I've been meaning to post about it
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Guten Tag!
It is April 19th 2019, around 2:30 pm EST. On this eve of our uncle's birthday, I feel obligated to do an update of the progress of Manos.
I know my Pastebin has been gassed, trust me, that was brought to my attention on the day it happened. To the >2 people reading my story, don't fret! I'm adding some tonight in celebration for our collective uncle's birthday, perhaps I'll get off my ass to actually do some more. I'll be making a new Pastebin, I'll post a link when it has been completed and all that.
To anyone who thinks my absence means Manos is dead again, tl;dr: nope.
I think about Manos every day, I just have been too lazy to actually write the fucking thing. Also, considering so few people actually read it, I never feel that obligated to update it for anyone else, I'm one of under five people who read this story. Since it's mostly for my enjoyment, I haven't been super motivated to continue it on a regular basis.
I'll be doing a movie "night" in the MLPOL discord to celebrate, would be willing to answer questions regarding Manos if anyone actually wants to know. No spoilers, but that's all I can say. I'll be there starting tonight at 4pm, probably gonna stay there well into tomorrow night watching Hitler: the rise of evil, Triumph des Willens, SA Mann Brand, and other classics for a good night of bantz.
Heil Hitler, Hail Manos, and have an excellent 130th birthday uncle Addie.
TL;DR
sage
sage
>>218311
but will he?
Rabbit link for natzee movie night:
https://www.rabb.it/DoctorNicktaco
currently watchign Hans Westmar, one of my favorite third reich films
but will he?
Rabbit link for natzee movie night:
https://www.rabb.it/DoctorNicktaco
currently watchign Hans Westmar, one of my favorite third reich films
>>210230
> You are Franziska
> The new table finally arrived, marginally less broken (and wooden) than the last one
> You've finished your amalgamate design for the new naval ship, a clever blend of the new engines used in Manos's tanks with a rudder system, and some clever water magic
> Considering the news about Vanhoover being thoroughly in the Reich's control, we can test the new sub-surface battleship in an actual ocean
> needs a better name, perhaps Manos will name this too?
> You're still sitting at your desk, hours of pacing and drawing out the final angles of the blueprint have sapped your energy
> Who knows what time it is, considering the eclipse.
> Wait, Isn't Manos back?
> Yea! That's what the parade was about! I should get to him immediately, he'll be very pleased with your designs!
> You leap up from your chair, making a beeline for Lord Manos's office
> quickly trotting up your stairs you pass an energetic young black hand, galloping past toward the living quarters behind you
> "Someone's about to get an early wakeup call. Hopefully I can even get in to see Manos, he's probably very busy"
> You round the corner through the lobby towards the security checkpoint, passing a young purple mare and a few other mares
> They look familiar, where have you seen them before?
> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You're leading your friends back to breakfast, or at least you were
> A very unkempt white mare in a filthy labcoat covered in burns and coal dust rounds the corner, mane pulled back in a wild and unruly crop
> she stares at you for a little too long, what a creep
> You are Franziska
> You approach Manos's secretary, she looks up at you from a comically large stack of papers
> "Miss Franziska? Lord Manos is in but he hasn't said whether he's accepting visitors, do you intend to stay for very long?"
> You hope you aren't int interrupting anything important
> "Not for very long, just dropping off some new designs I need His Lordship's approval of, probably won't take very long."
> She does a "whatever" gesture before tapping the half asleep guard to her left
> "Test her, she can enter."
> The black hand unicorn quickly levitates a small metal tray from behind the desk, brandishing a medical needle
> You hold out your hoof as he pricks it slightly, drawing a small amount of blood
> He casts an unfamiliar purple spell over it, before looking back up at you
> "You're clear, head on through"
> He then nods at the door guards who open the large, beautifully intricate wooden doors
> Seeing Manos in his office never gets less stressful, you always feel like you're intruding on important business
> You slowly enter, Manos is sitting at his desk filling out some document
> As soon as you enter he looks up at you and the folder you're carrying
> He lays his pen down quickly, beginning to smile
> You are Franziska
> The new table finally arrived, marginally less broken (and wooden) than the last one
> You've finished your amalgamate design for the new naval ship, a clever blend of the new engines used in Manos's tanks with a rudder system, and some clever water magic
> Considering the news about Vanhoover being thoroughly in the Reich's control, we can test the new sub-surface battleship in an actual ocean
> needs a better name, perhaps Manos will name this too?
> You're still sitting at your desk, hours of pacing and drawing out the final angles of the blueprint have sapped your energy
> Who knows what time it is, considering the eclipse.
> Wait, Isn't Manos back?
> Yea! That's what the parade was about! I should get to him immediately, he'll be very pleased with your designs!
> You leap up from your chair, making a beeline for Lord Manos's office
> quickly trotting up your stairs you pass an energetic young black hand, galloping past toward the living quarters behind you
> "Someone's about to get an early wakeup call. Hopefully I can even get in to see Manos, he's probably very busy"
> You round the corner through the lobby towards the security checkpoint, passing a young purple mare and a few other mares
> They look familiar, where have you seen them before?
> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You're leading your friends back to breakfast, or at least you were
> A very unkempt white mare in a filthy labcoat covered in burns and coal dust rounds the corner, mane pulled back in a wild and unruly crop
> she stares at you for a little too long, what a creep
> You are Franziska
> You approach Manos's secretary, she looks up at you from a comically large stack of papers
> "Miss Franziska? Lord Manos is in but he hasn't said whether he's accepting visitors, do you intend to stay for very long?"
> You hope you aren't int interrupting anything important
> "Not for very long, just dropping off some new designs I need His Lordship's approval of, probably won't take very long."
> She does a "whatever" gesture before tapping the half asleep guard to her left
> "Test her, she can enter."
> The black hand unicorn quickly levitates a small metal tray from behind the desk, brandishing a medical needle
> You hold out your hoof as he pricks it slightly, drawing a small amount of blood
> He casts an unfamiliar purple spell over it, before looking back up at you
> "You're clear, head on through"
> He then nods at the door guards who open the large, beautifully intricate wooden doors
> Seeing Manos in his office never gets less stressful, you always feel like you're intruding on important business
> You slowly enter, Manos is sitting at his desk filling out some document
> As soon as you enter he looks up at you and the folder you're carrying
> He lays his pen down quickly, beginning to smile
>>219633
> You are Manos
> You're interrupted while filling out some unimportant approval order by a white pony walking into the room
> You're initially slightly startled, but you don't let it show.
> You recognize her as Franziska, the scientist that worked on the new armor
> She's a very skilled inventor, and a beacon of pure autism.
> You never knew such a thing could manifest in a pony, but anyway.
> You click your pen and set it down, noticing a packed manila folder floating alongside her
> Excellent, new schematics. hopefully just as successful as the new armor.
> "Ah, Franziska, have any new designs for me?"
> She meanders over to the chair, setting her folder on your desk
> "Yes, my lord. I've been working on a new form of transportation since we heard rumors of Vanhoover being ours, I came to the conclusion that now that we have a coast we need to defend it, and perhaps attack from it. I had a few ideas, most were pretty shortsighted and got trashed. These are what I think would be valuable to test, the Royalists have nothing to counter it, if it works that is."
> You flip through the folder, examining various designs for a "submersible battleship"
> They're a spitting image of a U-boat, the likeness catches you off guard
> The similarities begin to dissolve as you read the listings for what it's hull is made of, consisting largely of Oak and wrought iron plates
> "No, no, this won't work at all" you say quickly
> Franziska sinks in her seat
> "The designs themselves are excellent, a single one of these could decimate an equestrian naval yard in one night, but the materials it's made of are all off"
> She immediately perks up, hopping out of her seat and walking behind your desk to examine the papers beside you
> "Really?! How can I make it better?"
> That's a good attitude to have.
> "Well, for starters, don't use fucking wood, come on now. We have steel, rather than have thick wooden planks that explode into shivers when they're hit by spells, why not double layer steel plates similarly to the tank's armor?"
> She immediately begins writing down your words on a small notepad, no idea where she got that from
> Is she using your pen?
> you grab back your pen before sketching out a more slim barreled version of an artillery gun onto the margin quickly
> You are Franziska
> And your brain is running at 500,000,00 miles per hour
> writing down all the ideas coming to you is filling up several notepad pages already, before you snap back to realize Manos is talking you you still
> "Franziska?"
> You quickly look up at attention
> shit, how much did you miss?
> "The deck needs anti Pegasus weaponry like an artillery gun or two, a shell from a scaled down canon would be sufficient to decimate a Pegasus but weighs far less so that many don't weigh down the hull. they can fire from a porthole here, is there sufficient magic to keep it watertight available?"
> "That's genius! Yea, we have more than sufficient water spells to keep it airtight for the crew, what should we call it?"
> You're getting a little overexcited, your face feels a little flush
> You are Manos
> Is she blushing?
> peak autism.
> She poses a decent question, it would be a little on the nose to call it a U-Boat or something similar
> "How about the RNV Hunley?"
> Perfect.
> "o-okay, what does RNV stand for?"
> She's at attention now, no longer writing
> "Reich Naval Vessel Hunley, trust me, the name is very fitting. The Hunley was the first submersible used in warfare where I came from, it destroyed a very powerful enemy flagship in it's first voyage."
> Let's leave out the part where everyone onboard fucking drowned in a steel tube under the Atlantic
> She looks away to the folder before levitating something under it
> Another folder marked "SUN BLOCKER"
> This is gonna be interesting.
> You are Manos
> You're interrupted while filling out some unimportant approval order by a white pony walking into the room
> You're initially slightly startled, but you don't let it show.
> You recognize her as Franziska, the scientist that worked on the new armor
> She's a very skilled inventor, and a beacon of pure autism.
> You never knew such a thing could manifest in a pony, but anyway.
> You click your pen and set it down, noticing a packed manila folder floating alongside her
> Excellent, new schematics. hopefully just as successful as the new armor.
> "Ah, Franziska, have any new designs for me?"
> She meanders over to the chair, setting her folder on your desk
> "Yes, my lord. I've been working on a new form of transportation since we heard rumors of Vanhoover being ours, I came to the conclusion that now that we have a coast we need to defend it, and perhaps attack from it. I had a few ideas, most were pretty shortsighted and got trashed. These are what I think would be valuable to test, the Royalists have nothing to counter it, if it works that is."
> You flip through the folder, examining various designs for a "submersible battleship"
> They're a spitting image of a U-boat, the likeness catches you off guard
> The similarities begin to dissolve as you read the listings for what it's hull is made of, consisting largely of Oak and wrought iron plates
> "No, no, this won't work at all" you say quickly
> Franziska sinks in her seat
> "The designs themselves are excellent, a single one of these could decimate an equestrian naval yard in one night, but the materials it's made of are all off"
> She immediately perks up, hopping out of her seat and walking behind your desk to examine the papers beside you
> "Really?! How can I make it better?"
> That's a good attitude to have.
> "Well, for starters, don't use fucking wood, come on now. We have steel, rather than have thick wooden planks that explode into shivers when they're hit by spells, why not double layer steel plates similarly to the tank's armor?"
> She immediately begins writing down your words on a small notepad, no idea where she got that from
> Is she using your pen?
> you grab back your pen before sketching out a more slim barreled version of an artillery gun onto the margin quickly
> You are Franziska
> And your brain is running at 500,000,00 miles per hour
> writing down all the ideas coming to you is filling up several notepad pages already, before you snap back to realize Manos is talking you you still
> "Franziska?"
> You quickly look up at attention
> shit, how much did you miss?
> "The deck needs anti Pegasus weaponry like an artillery gun or two, a shell from a scaled down canon would be sufficient to decimate a Pegasus but weighs far less so that many don't weigh down the hull. they can fire from a porthole here, is there sufficient magic to keep it watertight available?"
> "That's genius! Yea, we have more than sufficient water spells to keep it airtight for the crew, what should we call it?"
> You're getting a little overexcited, your face feels a little flush
> You are Manos
> Is she blushing?
> peak autism.
> She poses a decent question, it would be a little on the nose to call it a U-Boat or something similar
> "How about the RNV Hunley?"
> Perfect.
> "o-okay, what does RNV stand for?"
> She's at attention now, no longer writing
> "Reich Naval Vessel Hunley, trust me, the name is very fitting. The Hunley was the first submersible used in warfare where I came from, it destroyed a very powerful enemy flagship in it's first voyage."
> Let's leave out the part where everyone onboard fucking drowned in a steel tube under the Atlantic
> She looks away to the folder before levitating something under it
> Another folder marked "SUN BLOCKER"
> This is gonna be interesting.
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>>220430
He gave up the story. He gave permission to Nick to continue the story and he’s done a fine job so far.
He gave up the story. He gave permission to Nick to continue the story and he’s done a fine job so far.
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>>220430
New house, new job, new state, not to mention picked up amateur gunsmithing and got into survivalism and prepping so I actually don't spend much time online.
In confident Nick can do a good job with the story. I'm glad it could go on even if I don't have the time.
New house, new job, new state, not to mention picked up amateur gunsmithing and got into survivalism and prepping so I actually don't spend much time online.
In confident Nick can do a good job with the story. I'm glad it could go on even if I don't have the time.
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