>Scootaloo: Collect blackmail material on Applebloom.
also, it can still contain Cloud Kicker. Y u no care about Cloud Kicker? Cloud!
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Last edited by Violet CLM; 04-05-2012 at 02:42 AM.
Looking awesome! The light blue / whiteish background surrounding the text makes it a bit weird to read though. Probably just me though.
> Readers: Fondly regard background and formatting.
>Scootaloo: Collect blackmail material on Apple Bloom.
Yes! This way you'll definitely be able to make Apple Bloom make Big Mac make Rainbow Dash teach you how to fly! With this flimsy excuse in place, you begin to pump Granny Smith for stories of your friend's early childhood.
"This one time," she says, "I came back from market with a load of produce for the evening stew. Heh, that was back when I was spry enough to do all the shopping by myself, no matter what that sister of hers had to say! So I leave the fruit on the kitchen table, and li'l Apple Bloom happens upon... now let me see. It wasn't an apple, I'm sure enough of that. Maybe a cabbage. So she happens upon this artichoke, and starts a weeping and a wailing like you wouldn't believe, and it takes all three of us to calm her down enough to figure out what's the matter with her! She shoves that dang rutabaga in our faces and says 'it ain't an apple, it ain't an apple!' Why, the poor dear didn't realize there were fruits that weren't apples!"
Okay, maybe this isn't the blackmailiest of blackmail materials, but Granny Smith's full of stories. You've just got to keep listening.
"...and she comes home and is moping around like a raven on a writing desk, and it turns out she's depressed because everypony thinks she's gonna grow up and have to work on the farm! The little moppet had got it into her head that she might want to do something that ain't apple-related at all, and Macintosh asks what, and she says she wants to be the president! The president! Ain't that the most ridiculous notion you ever done heard of? She and Applejack decide to hold a mock election right then and there, just us Apples, to make her feel better, only I put my name in for president too. Can't never go wrong with more power, I always say. All three of them young'uns vote for me, especially after I threaten to tan their hides with my cane if they don't, and for my first act as president I take a nap, and after that she didn't want to go into politics no more."
Yeah, you remember that day. She wasn't very happy. Also this isn't really about her early childhood anymore...
"...only Applejack weren't too good at mathematics back then, and Mac was off working the fields, so it came down to good old Granny Smith to help her with her homework! This was her first day, mind, so it weren't too difficult stuff. We set out a whole bunch of apples on the table, maybe sixteen or twenty in all, and I'd have her count them. Only by the time she'd got done counting I'd have eaten one of them, and then she'd have to start counting all over again! By the end of the day I don't rightly know if she had got any better at addition, but I had sure as sure had a good supper! Then she said we should try again using something besides apples, like maybe persimmons. Ha! Did I ever tell you about the time she came home and found a persimmon and started in a crying because it weren't an apple?"
...this isn't blackmail material at all. This isn't even stuff you could pretend was blackmail material. No, you know exactly what this is...
"...got a little concerned about her weight, so Mac started keeping a chart of how much she ate every day! I'm sure I still have it around someplace... ah, here we go! See here, the first day she ate seven and a half apples. Then the second day she ate seven and a half apples again, except one of them was a bit larger than the rest. The third day she only ate six apples, I can't for the life of me remember why. The fourth day she was right back on track, though, and she ate eleven apples and five of those were in a single sitting! Why, the rest of us just sat there and stared, I can tell you. 'Apple Bloom,' we told her, 'you can't eat all those apples!' But she went and said..."
> Remove/minimize the taffy on your chin. The taffy in your tail and mane are going to be tougher to remove, so they can wait.
> Scoots: Fall asleep so hard that you start being Rarity.
Scoots: Dream of being someplace warm, someplace rainbow-y. Dream about being trapped in a taffy machine.
Suddenly Pinkie Pie!
> Scootaloo: Dream of the adventures of a party blob in a land made of felt. Or was it a fabulous marshmallow in a world made of yarn?
> Pinkie Pie: Finish wasting the last ten minutes staring blankly at your cake, streamer, taffy and confetti-stained hooves. You have a party problem and you know it.
> Rarity: Be slightly shocked by your teammates taffy tomfoolery. WhatEVER is that silly pony doing in that machine? You'd wouldn't be caught dead rolling around in such tacky taffy, let alone in public!
> Applejack: Achieve inner balance.
> Applejack: Try not to vomit in public.
> Pinkie Pie: Hop, skip and jump on top of the rolling taffy machine and start clowning around.
EDIT: Whats up with the mirror site? Some of the pages lost all of its background. Is it update time?
Last edited by Zarhon; 04-06-2012 at 10:15 AM.
anyway, fine. we can have one scootaloo dream sequence -- a very short one! -- but then we are definitely moving on.
I saw two possibilities: having a dream sequence right away, or potentially having one later after the action had shifted around a few more times. The upside to the first option was that it looked like that was what was going to happen, just based on Scootaloo's eyes closing. Everything else pointed towards the second option: it's funnier if Scootaloo gets stuck listening to Granny Smith's stories indefinitely without appealing to the sweet release of sleep, I didn't actually have anything in mind for her to dream about (but I've cobbled something together because of the suggestions), and I'm not sure where to find an image of Scootaloo sleeping. Still, democracy has spoken. Away, ye shackles of the waking world!
this one, replacing the open eyes with closed ones via photoshop magic. Or use one of these.
chicken dodo. Dodo's Chickens have dreams like everyone else!
> Scootaloo: Dream of being a supermare! Flying like a champ, saving fellow filles, bucking Diamond Tiara back to Tartarus!
> Scootaloo: Switch color schemes to something less resembling poultry.
Last edited by Zarhon; 04-06-2012 at 03:48 PM.