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Original Prompt:
>"Captain Anon. Would you like to accompany me to the war room?"

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Start here:
After that look into the rest of the pastebins under the profile.
Current Act:

Heart of War spinoffs by LukeDaDuke:
https://pastebin.com/rf5LkTV0 (current spinoff)

>What is this shit?
Anon becomes war, teaches Flurry the Art of War. Just read the prologue. If you don't like it, kindly fuck off. If you do like it, get in for a wild ride, because it's currently almost as long as War and Peace.
The current act is the last one, because of the raids, I'm reposting the few updates since then.
>Stepping towards your small fleet of carts, you feel a bit more at ease about the coming days.
>While brass might not be the best metal to bind the wood together, it will have to do.
>You glance over to Harvey, who quickly responds:
>”Don’t start.”
“That’s the only thing you’ve said to me since your nap.”
>He doesn’t give you a response.
>The magic suckers were the first thing to really threaten Harvey, and you don’t think he’s comfortable being on the other side of saving.
>But all the sleepers were fine and well rested.
>Burning the nest seemed to have fixed the problem.
>A minor, yet unsettling bump in your journey.
>Assuming you really are awake right now…
>In reality, you’re fairly certain you’re awake.
>Your experiences with the Entity’s parasites and Harvey’s asides have left you able to tell reality from dream with ease.
>But now, you have a couple dozen carts and wagons.
>Most will be to carry supplies, but a couple have been made to ferry passengers.
>So some of the troops can still have time off their hooves occasionally.
>Then there are a couple empty frames ready to mount…
>Well from dissembling the bullets from your near infinite satchel of ammo, the brass was needed to work as bindings.
>But that left a lot of lead and gunpowder.
>Enough to supply a couple cannons.
>Nothing big, perhaps a pair or trio of three pounders- so that the pony’s dragging them don’t exhaust themselves too quickly.
>But having a bit of artillery will help immensely.
>Starting tomorrow, you’ll be back on the road.
>Only stopping so Harvey can harvest enough metal to make your cannons.
>You arrive to an area south of Canterlot, down the mountain along a rail line.
>The trip was about twenty minutes by train.
>But, there is a nice expanse of grassland and forest on a fairly flat surface.
>Hills and mountains still within easy reach.
>And the Canterlot workforce will be close by.
“So, we’ll need to create a station here, but I think it should work as a final construction yard and testing ground.”
>Sergeant Workhorse Fabricator, or as you call him: ‘Tinkerer’ steps out of the train car to follow you.
>”It could work, but it would be a massive undertaking.”
“Most of the other work can be dealt with in Canterlot. I’ve purchased multiple ruined city blocks to set up the beginning and intermediate steps. Also the weapon’s factory for my first order can be solely in Canterlot.”
>Muharak then steps out of the train car after Tinkerer.
>”I believe this area should work perfectly. If we can reach the final stage.”
“It will…”
>You then look over to the Sergeant.
“Starting now, you’ll be state funded. But, if events allow to expand operations beyond sole military uses, you’ll be head of the new… company.”
>”I will?”
“Workhorse Fabrications. Once Tartarus is beaten back, you’ll be able to start expanding to civilian products. Profits and operations at that point will be for you to deal with, but if Equestria needs something…"
>"You’re naming it after my name?"
“Because that’s clearly the most important thing I just said.”
>”If I knew that I’d become ordered to become a businesspony, I’m not sure I would have signed up.”
“Imagine how many more lives will be saved by taking one pony off the frontlines in exchange for the quality of weapon I have in mind.”
>“I know, it’s just unexpected.”
"Now, I want you to search for anyone you might need on your team. Workers can be found, but if you need any more minds working with you, we’ll get you whoever and whatever you need."
(this is the new stuff from the last thread)
>The men are encamped past the forest, you’re currently into the mountains.
>Following the river south, you have a relatively flat path through the rough terrain.
>The wagons are filled with grass, and other supplies you’ve managed to forage.
>Now, you’re waiting for Harvey to finish his work on your cannons.
>Here in this dark ravine between cliffs…
>It leaves you on edge.
>You’ve seen some of what these mountains house.
>And you’re not sure what lies under the waters of the river.
>Nothing good.
>That’s for sur-
>Something heavy rustles your hair.
>The trunk then brushes across your face.
“Hannibal… hey buddy.”
>The elephant continues to seek attention.
>You turn to face him.
“Sorry, don’t have any apples… do elephants eat apples?”
>You bat his trunk away from your face.
“I’m sure you’d like one. Or a dozen.”
>Hannibal tries lifts his trunk up again to rustle your hair.
>Once he’s done, you brush your hand against it to make sure it’s standing down.
“Just have to get the last word in…”
>He trumpets to get the last word in.
>You just nod in response.
>The elephant won.
>This round…
>You swear that Hannibal is pretty damn intelligent.
>He decides to walk off in triumph, and the bastard looks pretty smug.
>You set down onto the city outskirts, pulling the cloak tighter around your body.
>The cloak is something you ‘borrowed’ from a small town’s bar.
>When you were at that village, you were almost overwhelmed.
>The ponies around you…
>You could sense them.
>Before you even set hoof inside the bar, you knew how many people were inside.
>You knew where they were sitting.
>And you knew who they were.
>Now that you’re on the outskirts of a major city- you can already feel the souls within.
>Like on some level, you’re still connected to the crystal’s vision of the world.
>But back in that village…
>You could feel that there was more to one of the patrons of the bar.
>He was a changeling.
>One of the remnants.
>He didn’t want to cause harm- he just wanted to survive now that all of the queens in Equestria have been killed.
>You know that a changeling is here.
>Not just any changeling though…
>Somewhere out there, he’s planning his next step.
>Watching and learning about the intended targets.
>It’s on you to stop him.
>You just need to drown out everypony else…
I'll be back tomorrow. Hopefully there won't be a fifth raid.
The alternate names were just shit, so I went full shit.
'Bob... Tim...Will... Reginald?'
REEEEEEE fucking raiders get off our board!!!!

Glad the thread is back up TF. The holidays just aren’t the same without the /comfy/ of HoW
The OP pic expresses my feelings perfectly.
Evidently it's one bored kid from Germany.
He loves the butt-hurt.
Yeah, looks like the raids are done now
That's why I made it
Of course it's a German.
>With your horribly named soldier now working on your project, you returned to the Palace in Canterlot.
>With Tinker getting his funding and manpower, you expect preliminary results soon.
>But, after sending word for Offense to join you, you went to the Throne Room.
>It’s been cleaned up since last you saw, but the hole in the wall you made with a Royal Guard is still being patched up.
>At least your wait for the Brigadier isn’t long.
>He soon enters from the double doors at the end of the room.
>The General is in full uniform, but you can see that his left wing is completely bandaged.
>That’s good, it means he didn’t have to lose it.
>You can’t say the same for his eye.
>A large eye patch covers his left eye.
>And as he approaches, you can see he’s limping.
“How are you doing?”
>”I’ve been better.”
>Once he reaches the foot of the throne, he speaks again.
>”Why is it always the left one? Is there not a single pony in this army that had their right eye injured?”
“Is it painful?”
>”You and Anon just got scars over yours, but I lose mine. And that’s what hurts.”
>Good to see he’s coping.
“Did you hear about Wave?”
>”His kid was… I’d rather not think about it.”
“Well how’s Lancer?”
>”Still breathing. Barely.”
>The doctors aren’t sure how long he’ll be comatose.
>Or if he’ll come out of it.
“Feeling ready to get back into-“
>You grab onto a small wooden box you had brought in.
>Tossing it to Offense, he reaches out his right hoof to catch it.
>However he failed to reach the hoof out far enough.
>You grab it with magic before it hits the ground.
>”Sorry. Vision is still adjusting.”
>Placing the box into his hoof, he flips it open.
>Then looks back up at you.
>”What’s this?”
“Lancer is unresponsive, Wave is off the grid, and Arrow is still adjusting to his position. Like it or not, you’re the ranking Army officer.”
>He starts to protest, but soon sighs.
>”I understand.”
>Reaching out with your magic once again, you focus on the items in the case.
>One at a time, you place an additional star on each shoulder of his uniform.
“Congratulations, Major General.”
>”So what happens now?”
I'll be back tomorrow
>You get up from the throne and walk down to Offense.
“Brairheart and Tiara will deal with most of the smaller details. In broad terms, with more divisions reinforcing the armies, there’s been a minor shift in what regions of Equestria are protected by who. The 1st remains in the heartlands, ready to move out. The 2nd remains in the west and southwest. The 3rd is going to be focused on the northwest, leaving the 5th to take over the south and southeast. The 4th is still over in the north and northeast, with a division reinforcing the Crystal Empire and it’s militia.”
>”And the training and reserve divisions are still spread pretty equally.”
“Right. I guess we should-“
>He’s cut off as a familiar pegasi bursts into the throne room.
>It’s Call…
“You better have a damn good reason for not tracking down Night right now!”
>”News from out west! The bison are saying that tribes further west are under attack, the descriptions they offered make it sound like Tartarus.”
>A brief moment of rest, then they rear their ugly heads again.
“Sorry, I said that out loud. Somepony get Brairheart. And Call… get out there and find Night!”
I'll be writing in the morning. Busy day.
No worries mate, hope you had a decent Thanksgiving
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Yeah, work on black friday just really took it out of me
>You kick open the door to Brairheart’s room.
>A voice yells from the bathroom, the door left open.
>”I’m bathing!”
>You walk over to the open door, and enter.
>Offense follows closely behind.
>And he can’t help but giggle at the sight.
>”You could have at least knocked!”
>Brairheart is laying in a bubble bath, and pulls more suds towards the portion of his body that’s sticking out of the water.
“Get up.”
>”Just give me a minute.”
>You light up your horn and start to mess with the handles.
>A moment later, you open up the shower’s tap to let out cold water.
>You then leave the bathroom as Braitheart rushes to the tap.
>Offense follows after laughing for a bit.
>Glaring at the General, you speak in a stern tone:
“What’s so funny?”
>He then stops grinning.
“That was quick. Usually you can’t keep your face together that easily.”
>”Eye jokes. That’s a low hanging fruit.”
“Still hanging higher than your eye.”
>”Okay, I set myself up for that one.”
>Soon, Brairheart exits the bathroom with a towel draped over his body.
>”To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“The Bison say there might be a Tartarus incursion out west. Dry yourself off and get dressed.”
>”You could have just said so.”
“Yes, I could have.”
>Harvey holds his arms out.
“Don’t give me that.”
>”I feel the background magic, but I can’t do anything with it.”
“You’re a lost cause.”
>”I built you four cannons!”
>They’ve been mounted to the frames and each are now being pulled by two earth ponies.
>He also fashioned a few dozen proper cannon balls and some cases of grapeshot.
>You continue to walk through the ravine as your group follows behind.
“So what’s at the end of the mountains?”
>”A few other rivers will feed into this one. Once we get to the end, the next mystery box has another boat because you’d be following the river south for some time.”
“I don’t think we can all fit into a single boat.”
>”Which is why I’m going to sap the engine of power to build a barge large enough to carry us all.”
“And how long will we be on the river?”
>”A few weeks. Past that, you’ll have to choose from a few options of how to proceed.”
“Those would be?”
>”We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“You don’t get to cliché me.”
>”You know Anon, I quite like the turn this voyage has taken.”
>Harvey changes the topic.
>”This is actually quite refreshing. You, me, and a band of three hundred against the unknown.”
“Well I’m glad one of us is enjoying this.”
>”Oh you love it too. I’ve been in your head- don’t lie. Being out here, not bound to status and bearing the weight of a nation- this is a vacation.”
>Well, he’s right.
>You took most of your vacations in the Everfree.
>But Flurry’s life wasn’t at stake those times.
“One of these days…”
>”Oh take a moment to stop and smell the… rocks. It’s beautiful out here.”
Alright, I'll be back tomorrow
>Once again, you use the lounge as a meeting room.
“Moving armies so far out west will be difficult. From the 1st army, I’ll be taking the 5th infantry and 101st airborne. Once we hit Fort Expanse, the 33rd division will split from the 2nd army to join the expeditionary force. The 21st and 51st logistic divisions will need to work overtime to keep supply lines up. If necessary, additional divisions from the 2nd army will join us.”
>Offense then speaks:
>”I’ll get word out and have the trains set up.”
>You then look to Brairheart.
“How long until the Prydwen’s sister ship is ready?”
>”Still a month or two.”
“I’d rather not take her so far from Equestira until then.”
>”Well the Air Fleet still isn’t quite a fleet again. But given the shift towards chariots housing grenadiers or unicorns, we’ve been able to repurpose several of the old style airships that were under construction into mobile air bases to house them.”
“Carrier. The word you’re looking for is carrier.”
>”Yes, I suppose. No matter what you call them, I can assign one old style airship and three repurposed ones. Each of the ‘carriers’ houses two dozen chariots of each type.”
>Combined with the ten thousand pegasi of the 101st, air supremacy will be pretty solid.
“Well see to it.”
>”We’ll see to it.”
That's a dick move, you can't just ruin a man's bubble bath.
Sorry, got sidetracked the past couple days
bubble baths are serous business
>You stand watching the late afternoon light shine over the valley below Canterlot.
“Can you feel it?”
>Ambassador Blunt Force responds in jest.
>”A cool and brisk wind. Reminds me of home.”
“No… it’s much greater than that. Each and every attack from Tartarus so far has been nothing but a bookmark in the greater battle.”
>”My people could have been destroyed by the sundering.”
“But that was one attack. If it hadn’t been dealt with, it may have threatened your people as a whole. Now that the focus has mainly been on Equestria, there’s been one attack after another in a timely fashion. Sure, there might have been some overlap, but most of it was directed at my people.”
>”Well quit stealing out apocalypse.”
“I fear for the day that a full scale attack occurs across Equestria and our neighbors. We can stop a single pit, or a few concurrent pits, but if multiple ruptures form across the world… I’m not sure.”
>”My people have always been warriors. But yours? In recent years, yours have become soldiers. If any people can repel and defeat Tartarus, I’d say yours are the second most likely to endure.”
“And who are the first?”
>”My own, of course.”
>Force is a patriot at the end of the day.
“Well you better hope that a generation born into war can overcome the coming storm.”
>”There was a time where I’d say if Anonymous was leading your people, it would be without doubt. Now that he’s gone. And now that I’ve seen you take up his mantle… maybe. Hopefully.”
“Anon reformed warfare. By the time I’m done, I’ll have revolutionized it.”
>”Tell me that once we’ve-“
>Force stops as the door to the balcony opens.
>You turn to face the noise.
>Starlight is standing with a few unicorns of the Old Guard behind her.
>One of them is levitating a magic amplifying crystal in the distance.
“Et tu Glimmer?”
“What’s this about?”
>”… Some people are worried about you. They want-“
“Someponies think I’m under the parasite’s influence.”
>”Yes. They want me to check you out.”
“Then by all means. Lead the way.”
>You won’t hold this against whoever voiced reservations.
>They don’t know what your new era entails.
“Well. Before we met in the Changeling hive, I can’t say that I knew any of you personally. But each and every one of you has proven yourself. Even if I had to rescue you after the hive’s trap. This road is a hard one, but we’ll get through it. So take tonight, and rest well.”
>You’d guess Harvey is right.
>To some extent.
>Being out here is…
“I mean it. I could have come out here with the most hardened veterans I’ve ever known. But you’ve exceeded the expectations I’d have held them to. I swear to each and every one of you- I’ll make sure you get home.”
>But they’ve been gone for decades or more.
“Or at least what remains of home. If there’s nothing left, I’ll make sure you have a new home waiting for you. Because if even if you’ve had your time stolen, that won’t stop you from getting what you’ve earned.”
>While you see content faces from most of the group, Harvey opens his mouth:
>”Well my time is precious.”
>You point over to him:
“Harv, you’re on thin ice.”
>”Well at least entertain me.”
“You’re Mister Illusion. Why don’t you?”
>A guitar materializes- hovering in front of you.
>”They miss the radio.”
>Grabbing the instrument, you actually get a grasp on it.
>Then you strum the strings.
“You all hear that?”
>The others nod.
“Been a while.”
>You test out a few chords.
“Want a song?”
>One of the men yells over to you:
>After clearing your throat, you strum a bit and begin.
“Almost heaven, West Virginia…”
>After a long hour of Starlight scanning you with magic, she pauses.
>She just looks at you with an unsure face.
“I’m not infected- you would have been able to see that after a minute or two. What’s wrong?”
>”Well… you’ve been regaining your magical abilities at a far greater rate than is possible. The feats you’ve exhibited are-“
“What do you mean? Going from barely able to open a door to turning a mountainside to glass seems like a reasonable step to recovery.”
>She’s terrified at your joke.
“Okay, that was in poor taste. What’s the problem?”
“Now you’re starting to spook me. What’s wrong?”
>”I can think of two answers to the phenomena.”
>You wait for her to continue.
>”When you were an infant, your magical abilities would fluctuate with your emotional state. The parasites also seem to draw power and influence from emotions- primarily the more negative ones. I’m not sure whether the parasites simply awakened something within you… or in defeating the parasite, you adopted that ability.”
“I’m not sure I follow completely.”
>”Do you want me to be succinct?”
“Do you need to ask?”
>”As far as I can tell, you magical prowess is directly influenced by your negative emotional state.”
“I’m literally fueled by anger?”
>”I wouldn’t put it that way, but yes. You could say that.”
“And that’s a problem… why?”
Back tomorrow
“Sorry, let me explain myself. Worst case, I adopted some ability of the parasites. If so, I can use that against them should the time come- meanwhile, I can use it to protect Equestria from Tartarus. On the other hoof, this has always been a part of me. And if so, it only proves who I am and was meant to be- the Princess of War.”
>”The Princess of War isn’t the baby I knew so long ago. It’s not the child I knew, and it isn’t even the young adult I knew.”
“What does Equestria need? An infant, or a leader?”
>”Does Equestria need a leader who goes against her own nature?”
“This isn’t the old days. Tartarus can’t be beaten by friendship and love- only be iron and blood.”
>”I’m just saying that if you lose yourself to conflict, what separates you from Celestia?”
“Fear. The parasite amplified her uncertainty of the future. I don’t fear Tartarus- I respect the threat it poses, but I am not ruled by that threat. Beyond my own abilities, and that of my subordinates, I trust in the will and strength of our people to overcome Tartarus. If we stand united, then this enemy and all future ones will be dispatched: and there is no limit to the heights we can achieve.”
>”Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”
>”Flurry. Don’t lose yourself- remember who you are. Who you really are.”
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>“Almost heaven, West Virginia…”

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>"Almost heaven, West Virginia"
I dont get it, also bump to the top.
It's an older song that recently surged in popularity from being used in most of the marketing for Fallout 76. Not a bad song by any means, but it's reached meme status
Writing till I'm too tired to. Updates coming soon.
The song:
A decent solo version I found in ~10 seconds of searching:
Couldn't really find a proper Anon version.
I was thinking more of the Kingsman version (desu, the fallout version is breddy fuggian gool):
More theatrical:
>You’ve survived in Fillydelphia in the parks and allies.
>’Borrowing’ some food from open markets when necessary.
>All of the voices- they aren’t really voices though.
>You can sense the ponies around you.
>Who they are and what defines them.
>It isn’t voices you hear, it’s the souls you can feel.
>But now that you’ve been able to narrow the souls, you’ve been following a mare leading a pair of children to school.
>Who do you follow now?
>The children, or the mother and the baby she’s carrying…
>Night could attempt to kill either duo.
>He’s not close, but you could choose to protect only half of the people.
>Do you help the mother and baby?
>Or do you protect the seven year old colt and stallion- the two who don’t know it yet, but care for each other more than just childhood friends do.
>Either way, family of one will be at risk.
>But, only by protecting the two children will two families have a guardian and survive past this generation.
>Are you to-
>Somepony familiar is near.
>And that pony is-
>Too near.
>You jump back, narrowly avoiding a punch towards your skull.
>Instead, the pony hits the building you were standing against, his hoof blooding against the bricks.
>Turning towards the pony, you begin the struggle.
>He thinks you’re-
>You jump back to avoid a jab, then block another swipe with your own left hoof.
>You move your neck and head to the side to avoid a headbutt.
>Then respond with a hook into the pony’s head.
>While he’s stunned, you press the advantage to grasp the pony and thrust him to the wall of the building the fight has erupted against.
I'll be back tomorrow
“If I was who you think I am, why would I choose this form?”
>”I can think of-“
>You have to block a kick back towards your back knees.
“You saw what he did in Ponyville. And you’ve heard what happened to other Old Guard families south of it. Now you’re thinking big again- he hit your family and command. But with the increased guard with the family in Ponyville and in the Palace, he won’t strike again soon. He’ll hit the family of command outside of those cities- and Brairheart’s family is here, Offense’s daughter is here. Think about it.”
>You pause.
“If I was Night, why would I choose Thunder’s from- and why would I try to hide that form with a cloak Why would I, Wave?”
>”Because you-“
>He attempts to strike you again, but you knew he was going to, and blocked the kick.
“Wave. I’m on your side. Both of our families are gone- taken from us. I won’t take your desire for revenge against the changeling from you. But you need to trust me- even if it’s for the first time you’ve really trusted me.”
>”How do you know I never really trusted you?”
>You press your foreleg against his neck.
“Because it isn’t trust you value. It’s duty towards your own ideals. With nothing left to lose, you only have hopes. No matter what you think of me, I want to stop night- and you want to hope I can help you stop Night.”
>You step back from his throat.
>”Maybe I believe you…”
>That’s a start.
So Thunders got radar now? Pretty sweet.
I'd say it's more of a 6th sense than radar
Actually yeah that makes alot more sense. You reckon it'll kill his brain? Sensory overload and all that stuff?
Nah, probably just go crazy like he been doing, but he seems to have gotten it under control.
All ponies have natural magical abilities (unicorns are obvious, pegasi have the ability to walk on clouds, earth ponies have connection to the world and physical strength).
In Thunder, the crystal granted a more permanent awareness of the natural magic in all beings native to the Equestrian world.
Has Thunder really been sane since his first encounter with the crystal?
Forgot trip, sorry
“Ponies are watching.”
>Wave then speaks loudly, in a much more bombastic tone than his usual pitch:
>”Buddy! It’s been forever!”
>He then puts an arm over your shoulder, and you return the embrace.
>You also speak loudly enough for the nearby people to hear:
“You free? Let’s go get some coffee.”
>He nods, then you begin to walk down the street, returning to hushed tones:
“Offense’s daughter and Brairheart’s son are at school now. The Admiral’s wife and their baby are going about a normal day.”
>”We should split up to watch both pairs in case the changeling makes his move. Dewdrop know what I look like- I don’t want her noticing and changing her routine.”
“Then I’ll tail her.”
>”She’ll probably head back home, maybe shop for a while.”
“I know you’re wondering- no, Brairheart’s wife hasn’t been replaced by Night.”
>”How do you know?”
“I can… tell. Trust me.”
>”Well Brairheart bought the top floor of an apartment building and turned it into a penthouse. Given the changeling’s history with bombs, you should look for any tampering.”
“He’s not above bringing down a building. If we have the time, we should check to see if any nearby army stockpiles are missing any gunpowder.”
>”Not yet, he’ll still be planning his own next moves. Watching while we watch.”
>Who will notice first though?
>”The MID had a few old safehouses in the city, he could be using one of those as a base of operations.”
“He’s a changeling, why would he use a known and previously raided location as one?”
>”Fair… split now, Dewdrop’s getting too far away.”
>As Wave turns at the next corner, you continue to follow Brairheart’s wife.
>But, Night is in the city.
>You can feel it- he’s out there somewhere.
>You find Offense speaking in the fields outside of Canterlot, addressing officers of the 5th division.
>The men salute as they see you set down.
“At ease.”
>The General then looks to you:
>”What do we owe the pleasure?”
“The word from west was scattered. I want more than three divisions mobilizing for the march. In addition to those already preparing, I want the I Corps joining the expeditionary force.”
>”The entire first?”
“You heard what I said.”
>The 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th divisions will be joining the 5th and 101st, meeting up with the 33rd at Fort Expanse.
“I’d take the entire 1st Army, but that would be too much of a strain on logistics.”
>”About that…”
“What’s gone wrong now?”
>”Last afternoon, the message to start mobilizing was sent to the 7th instead of the 5th.”
“And that’s a problem?”
>”Well… their CO took initiative. They got on the trains last night.”
“How did they get the railways to give so many trains to the army without word from command?”
>”Apparently, they all paid for their own tickets.”
>”We’re talking about the 1st Army- Anon’s Army. When they get orders, they follow them.”
“An entire division just up and left without any logistical support?”
>”Their encampment was a ghost town by the morning, support artillery and all. By now, they’re too far out to send pegasi out to catch them before they hit Fort Expanse.”
“Well I guess the 7th is part of the expeditionary force too- but have some very choice words for their CO…”
>Maybe you need to-
>No Flurry.
>No purges.
“Just… get the infrastructure ready for a larger troop movement than expected. I’ll still take the original divisions out as soon as possible, the other four will join as reinforcements.”
>The army does have a chronic plague of taking initiative when unasked.
>But they’re ready to die for you.
>For Equestria.
>Could you ask more?
“Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
>You have some ponies to meet.
>The survivors of Thunder’s attack to Tartarus.
>Three thousand soldiers who survived the slaughter.
>They’ve arrived at Canterlot.
>So, you met them on the road leading to the city.
>When you saw the force marching forward, you stopped them.
“Men of the 3rd Army, continue on to the city. From there, rest before returning to your units.”
>There is a pause, as the men they accompany are technically treasonous.
“That is an order.”
>As they separate, you’re left with a regiment’s worth of battered soldiers.
“As the Princess, I must label you as traitors. As an Equestrian, I must label you as heroes. You are the only ponies who have survived the horrors of the underworld. And while I cannot let desertion go unpunished, I cannot let your struggles and endurance go unrecognized. Who among you retains the highest rank?”
>As the ponies look around, eventually an earth pony limps forward.
>He has a dark golden coat an unkempt mane the color of stained oak.
>And he seems familiar.
“What’s your name?”
>”Lieutenant Whiskey.”
“Old Guard?”
>”I am.”
>That’s where you’ve seen him before.
“Not anymore. From this point forward, you are Major Whiskey- leader of the Lost Regiment. These men are yours to command and promote as you see fit. They will fight on the forefront against Tartarus. And once this war has been won, only then will they be permitted to retire or rejoin the main army forces should they wish.”
>”There are others who would lead bet-“
“You now take orders directly from the throne. Is that understood?”
>”It is.”
“Good, let your men rest. Because we march west soon.”
>You then address the force as a whole.
“All of your willingness to fight and die for Equestria will not go unforgotten. After your penance- once this struggle is over- each and every one of you will be treated as the exemplars of Equestria that you are. Until that day comes, you will be the bulwark to the horrors you’ve experienced. If any of you wish to challenge that order- I’m right here. Unaccompanied and alone.”
>You wait for one to raise hoof against you.
>But none of them do.
“As long as you live, Equestria lives. Now march on.”
>So this is the new era.
>An Equestria that does not need a Princess.
>An Equestria that only requires a Leader.
>Without Anon, you must be that leader.
>For the world, you must be that leader.
>Lose yourself, or lose civilization and life as you know it?
>If it comes down to that choice…
>You’ll choose pragmatism.
>No matter what happens, you won’t let Equestria die.
>Neither her body nor soul.
>You’ve always placed your own wellbeing below that of others.
>When you put forward a proclamation against Celestia’s tyranny, you put all other signers of that proclamation at risk.
>Those days are over.
>You will lead, and you will lead from the front.
>And when the day comes when the battle must be taken to Tartarus- you will lead the way.
>Because you…
>You are not fueled by your own anger.
>You are fueled by the will of your people.
>An alicorn born of natural cause- the embodiment of Equestrian spirit.
>No matter the reforms that revolutionize the nation, the blood and soul of Equestria will remain.
>And you…
>You have your inspiration.
>While the soldiers prepare, you know your next step.
For the next two posts, listen to the link's lyrics and read the story lyrics. They directly line up with changes.
>The pony responds in his baritone:
>”What even is this?”
“Sing. I already hummed the melody.”
>”I don’t sing.”
“Tiara said otherwise.”
“Should I fetch her?”
>Port then responds:
>An old song, sung by Anon.
>Inspired by his history.
>But changed for the better, and the origins adopted for a more noble cause- it can be your people’s new cause.
>He then clears his throat before starting:
>”United forever, in friendship and struggle: our mighty Equestria will ever endure. The great Pony union will live through the ages- the dream of a people: their fortress secure. Long live our Equine motherland: built by the people’s mighty hooves. Long live our people, united and free- strong in our friendship, tried by fire. Long may our flying flag inspire- shining in glory for all lands to see.”
>”Through days dark and starry, while Celestia led us. Our eyes saw the bright sun of freedom of all. And Flurry our Leader, with faith in the people- inspired us to build up a land that we loved.”
>A refrain:
>”Long live our Equine motherland: built by the people’s mighty hooves. Long live our people, united and free- strong in our friendship, tried by fire. Long may our flying flag inspire- shining in glory for all lands to see.”
>”We fought for the future, destroyed the invader. And brought to our homeland: the laurels of fame. Our glory will live in the memory of nations, and all generations will honor her name. Long live our Equine motherland: built by the people’s mighty hooves. Long live our people, united and free- strong in our friendship, tried by fire. Long may our flying flag inspire- shining in glory for all lands to see.”
>Hold the last before a refrain:
>”We fought for the future, destroyed the invader. And brought to our homeland: the laurels of fame. Our glory will live in the memory of nations, and all generations will honor her name. Long live our Equine motherland: built by the people’s mighty hooves. Long live our people, united and free- strong in our friendship, tried by fire. Long may our flying flag inspire- shining in glory for all lands to see.”
>You pause a moment before stopping the recording.
“Excellent. Now all that’s needed is a chorus at the appropriate parts. You and Tiara will see to it. Because this song will be a symbol.”
>”Did you really need me to-“
“If there wasn’t war in the past decades, I think you’d have ended up in music. So yes- it was needed.”
That's it for tonight.

The (not b8, I swear) question for tomorrow:
How would you best classify Flurry's political ideology as of now?
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Technically she is still a monarchist.
This New Equestria is her with an oligarch of Generals.

Replacing the Nobels of Old with the Warlords of New.
>You rush to the bank of the river as Hannibal trumpets in distress.
>A large tentacle has breached the water, and has wrapped around the elephant’s foreleg.
>It’s almost as thick as your torso.
>A few prickly hairs sprout from the damp flesh- and not just wet from the water, but covered in a slime that shines brightly against in the light.
>You take aim and shoot at the tentacle with your rifle.
>As a bout of sickly green blood erupts from the tendril, it releases the grasp on Hannibal.
>Cycling the bolt of the weapon, you take aim and fire again.
>Rushing forward towards the riverbank, the tentacle retracts into the murky water.
>You fire indiscriminately to where it erupted from a couple times.
>Then you start to step back, ushering the elephant to get back as well.
>Once you’ve reached a safer distance, you turn to speak to Hannibal.
“Come on buddy, you’re smarter than this.”
>You then point over to an open barrel sitting towards the camp.
“We fill that up with water for you. “
This is it for the night- deleted a lot of stuff because it wasn't logically working
>He trumpets in defiance.
“Hey, that is cold and pure water from Manehattan! Keep drinking river slime, and that’s what happens. There’s no mystical forest protecting you anymore.”
>Did the elephant just roll his eyes?
“Don’t give me the silent treatment.”
>He nods before turning to trot over to the open barrel of water.
>Harvey then pops over to you.
>”Rebellious teenage phase?”
“Get back to work.”
>After a sigh, he responds:
>”Very well, Herr Anon.”
>He teleports back to wherever he was, and you look to the ponies watching you.
“Nothing serious. Just stay clear of the water.”
>Though that should be obvious.
>Can’t stay too close to the mountains either.
>Large spiders have formed cocoons in the rock, using them as hunting blinds.
>At least because of the ravine, none of the giant birds you’ve seen overhead have decided to swoop down.
I feel really bad about falling out of the loop like three threads ago. Sorry I'm such disappointment Thing. I still luv u. I miss you guys.
>three threads ago
2 weeks off isn't so bad Anon
You mean Royalists
Reporting for duty!
(I'll have a story up in a bit)
Hello hello! New writer or Thing without his trip again?
Either way am excited.
>It's been 2 years since we declared war
>They originally started from Grinffonstone
>Pushing forward they've captured Baltimare
>Legions of them trek through the forest to Dodge City
>My orders are to defend it along with the rest of the 807th infantry division
>Monday June 10th XXXX

>"Why are we stuck with trench duty?" A young stallion complained
>He was drafted from ponyville along with me. His blueish coat was covered in dirt and grime
"You know we have a job to do, and I'd rather do this than have my ass busted by the sergeant" I reply and thrust the shovel into the coarse dirt
>Others around us dig the trench resenting it but it's better than combat.
>The wind blew in from the sea and the trees did little to protect it. My fatigues were drenched in sweat and mud
"Any idea what time it is?" I ask breathlessly
>My friend checks his wristwatch
>"A little past 3" He replies disappointingly
"That means two more hours of work" I conceded
>"How can they get away with this? My hooves are freezing off. It's torture I tell ya" Charlie complained
>"It could be worse" another troop said. He was a much smaller stallion with a light grey coat. His mane slightly poking out from the confines of his helmet.
"I haven't seen you around here, what's your name?" You ask
>"You can call me George, his thick accent was easily noticeable "I'm from Manehatten"
>"A city boy eh?" Charlie teased
>You give the stallion a stern look and go back to digging. You can't be too mad at him though. He's always sort of been standoffish and likes to joke around.
Should I do part 2?
I'll be writing for the next few hours tonight
Welcome back buddy, have fun getting caught up
Royalist was the term they explicitly used for Celestia's forces.
Also is this meant to be a HoW story or general war story. (if it is HoW I'll post the Army's order of battle at it's height for numbers of squads in a platoon, etc.)
Alright it's the guy that doesnt know how these threads work. But I'm coming back for round 2, so get your eyes ready for some really lackluster writing
>Night is still far away.
>You can feel two great bouts of cold calculated rage on opposing sides of the city.
>The other being you can pick out is Wave.
>He is not… adjusting well.
>With Wave’s only family gone- duty is the only remaining aspect of his life that gives him meaning and purpose.
>But in his current state, that is the last thing on his mind.
>Only one thing is on his mind, and the second he sees Night, only one of them will be able walk away.
>There’s still decency left in there, but Wave stands to lose it.
>But far away, Night is on the move.
>Slowly but surely.
>You think he’s still searching for his targets.
>Or finding a base of operations.
>Either way, you reached Fillydelphia around the same time.
>But you, and Wave, knew where to look.
>He doesn’t.
>He has something else planned.
>You can’t really tell.
>It’s not like you’re a mind read-
>The child is distressed.
>You can tell, as the mother rushes over to her.
>Also you’re on the roof, and she left a window open- you can hear her cry below.
>Brairheart’s wife goes over to their child, picking her up.
>As she shushes the child and promising that everything is alright, you think to what your life could have been.
>Watching over the city and it’s monuments, a single tear rolls down your cheek.
>”Brairheart says his ship will meet up with you at Fort Expanse.”
>You remain silent as Offense talks, instead looking at the staging ground.
>A couple trains have moved onto the main tracks, others are still being loaded.
>As hundreds of men pack themselves into cars and onto open flatbeds.
>Officers yell at others to be careful with explosives as they’re hauled aboard.
>Taking even a single division out would be the largest military expedition westward.
>And you’re taking eight if you count the one already stationed at Expanse, and the 7th who have already gone ahead.
>The 101st are flying overhead, breaking into their formations.
>A generation born and raised knowing only war, and a generation past them maturing into soldiering age.
>Even though over a hundred thousand men are on the march, they don’t even make up a tenth of Equestria’s active duty forces if you include the reserves and those in training.
>This will be the largest scale operation of the war against Tartarus.
That's it tonight.
>It will take a full day for more trains to arrive in Canterlot to ship out all of the soldiers.
>In essence, this is the greatest test of Equestria’s readiness to respond in full at a moment’s notice.
>Perhaps, after looking at the numbers, a broader approach should be taken.
>Rather than a centralized march from the capitol’s staging grounds, the various army commands should have divisions ready to mobilize to any corner of Equestria.
>”Ma’am, are you sure you only want to take two dozen pegasi from the Old Guard?”
“Two dozen as a retinue will be enough. You’ll know when the Guard needs to be deployed in full.”
>”Fair enough.”
“Upset you’re not coming?”
>”I think it’d be better if you stayed here and left the Expeditionary Force to my command.”
“You’re still too bruised up. If you had any say, you’d still try to lead from the front and just get yourself hurt even more- or worse. Besides, you need to learn how to pull your own weight with paperwork and logistics.”
>”Still, without Anon, Lancer, or even Wave… How long can we keep this up?”
“The war isn’t lost as long as there’s a single pony left with the will to fight.”
>”Think you have enough soldiers?”
“We don’t know how far the beasts have spread. I want you ready to send a full army out as reinforcements if necessary.”
>”Sorry, but I can’t send Anon out to reinforce.”
“I’m serious.”
>”Right. And I’ll have Brairheart’s fancy boat ready to fly out.”
“But don’t overextend. It’s just as likely that this attack is to draw soldiers away from Equestria.”
>Now, you have some friends to meet up with on the lead train.
“Don’t burn the nation down while I’m gone.”
Sorry no updates. Been working 6/12 for November/December cause holiday season.Mr.Kirkland says if I work hard enough I get a raise
Cam't argue with Mr. Literal I guess.
Everybody knows river water is best water. I mean it's flowing. What's the worst that can happen?
Hello Pvt. Derp. Take care of Thing for me til I get back.
Cute Flurry.

Still waiting for the Harem scene with Flurry's entourage of sexy mares.
hd three botles of wine with a Cabmbodian Commie friednd with three Ipa's.How is Chicago doing? College going ok> I droppped oit tp worl fpr Mr. Kirklan,d I remember Chicsago. you mention long time ago.
Next tiem oyyou come to California let me know I buy you an AMF or 4 horseman, Just make sure yuo come to 209 area or.
somewhere close let me kno w I buy you a shot of 4 horseymean or Amf,
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You might be a bit drunk my dude
It was my first day off in a while. I may have overindulged just a tiny bit.
As long as you dont end up in hospital it's all good. I stopped last week, gonna stay dry for about 3 months I reckon then get on it again.
Things have been good on my end, just busy.
>just a tiny bit
Been going dry too.
Sorry for the drought, I'll be back to writing tomorrow

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