DM: Zecora brings out a glowing green powder and blows it into the air. It expands rapidly, creating a mystical fog that surrounds the group.
Twilight Sparkle: I use Arcana to identify this substance and see if there are any hidden magical effects. <roll> 27.
DM: As vague shapes and images form in the mist, you analyze it magically and see that it’s some kind of illusory potion dust, creating sights and sounds based on the user’s will. Basically Prestidigitation by way of alchemy. Novel, but not powerful.
Twilight Sparkle: So no adverse effects? Mind control? Poison? Anything?
DM: Nothing. It’s just for show.
Twilight Sparkle: Alright…
Zecora: You wish to know why we put on costumes and gather treats? I’ll tell you, little ones. When the sun goes down, Nightmare Moon emerges from the shadows, searching for defenseless little ponies to gobble up!
Pinkie Pie: Aww, she’s not rhyming anymore. Well, in response, I shriek and bury my head in the ground, like a flamingo!
DM: Uh… That’s an ostrich… So anyway, the kids see you acting scared and start worrying as well.
Zecora: If she sees monsters and freaks where ponies would be, she passes by harmlessly. Each costumed pony avoids a gruesome fate for another year.
Twilight Sparkle: What if they’re dressed in a normal pony costume? Like an astronaut, or a wizard?
DM: …Fortunately, no one hears your question over Zecora’s special effects.
Pinkie Pie: Maybe Nightmare Moon’s so old, she doesn’t know what an astronaut is? …Wait.
Twilight Sparkle: And if dressing up staves off Nightmare Moon, why do we then have to collect candy?
DM: …says Pipsqueak, asking basically the same thing, because I was just about to answer that exact question next, thank you.
Twilight Sparkle: …Sorry. Too much?
DM: A little bit.
Well, the big day is tomorrow. Might as well consider this the official Halloween post, because the next one will be one day too late.
I don't have any big plans for the event, myself. Well, no plans to go outside. I do have a Halloween-themed gaming livestream thing I kinda want to do either tonight or tomorrow. Not sure exactly when, but then again I never am. We'll see how it goes.
Notice: Guest comic submissions are still open until this arc is finished! Guidelines here.
Oh, awright. I spose I got un fer ya. Gather roun, younguns, and Grampa Rax tell ya the story a the scariest Hallerween ya ever done seen. I saw it up in New York, where they got skyscrapers as tall as the mountains out back!
I tell ya, this is the story a six younguns on a Hallerween like eny other. There were Mike, Jane, and Linda, A good old boy, and his sisters. Joe was a little nervous boy from out a town. Louis and David were the oldest and biggest, and they were the finest boys I'd seen up north! They were good cousins, strong and canny. These younguns were brought by ther papas ta a haunted house, 'cause they got a lot a bad crime up north, and they don't let ther younguns out a ther sight. That haunted house was made out a an old mansion, and the yard behind it. The younguns were sent in, excited about the promise of candy. All em younguns were excited cept fer Joe, who needed pushin.
They went in, an everthin was fine. It was dark and there weren't much there. There was old house noises, ya kin figure it. It was nothin they hain't seen afore. The younguns found a door with a metal bar across it and a sign sayin dontcha come in here, younguns! That boy Mike laughed and said he weren't yeller. The other younguns tried ta stop em, but he slid that bar aside, and opened the door.
There, behind the door, was the scariest monster ya ever seen! I tell ya, it was big as a horse, and it had a wolf's head an body! It had a snake body down below, and two awful claws on either side. As soon as the door was opened, they heard it a snarlin and growlin. The monster turned its big ol head and looked directly at em, it didn't have no eyes! Its growlin stopped, and everthin was quiet. Then they heard a whisper. "I'll eat y'all, I will."
That old beast started ta claw at the ground, and went right fer em! They ran fer it, toward the exit. It was a real close un, but they made it ta the back door of the old mansion, and shut the door. They almos got caught! Through the door winders, they could see the monster hittin at the door and the door jumpin from the monster's beatin. They breathed easier, and started ta walkin fast through the corny graveyard tents, with the fake headstones.
Now, those tents were a maze, and the younguns got a bit lost. Near the end o the maze, they heard a shout. They looked back, and lo and behold, there were a hand reachin out of a grave and grabbin Joe by the ankle. He yelled and pulled, but it yanked his foot out from under em, and started ta drag em into the dirt. Joe screamed fer em ta help em, but it was too late. The grave done swallered em right up. An arm reached out o another grave, and they ran fer it, reachin the end as fast as they could, sceered yeller!
Ther folks were waitin there fer em. My grandson was there, too. He was runnin the haunted house, an gave each youngun a whole bag o candy. They saw Joe's mom weren't there. Louis spoke up "Where's Joe's ma?" Raxon jes cocked his head, all puzzled like. "Who? I don't know a Joe." The younguns were real sceered now. They yelled, "The boy that was with us!" He waved em off, and jes said, "Naw, it was jes ya five ta enter. Run along now, younguns. We got another group ta go through."
As they left, they saw Joe with another group of younguns, gettin ready ta enter the haunted house.
Yea, the little song above was good (now you better let them go before the SWAT team outside break in here. Diplomatic immunity only goes so far, ya know) and the story was pretty good. I don't see too many creepy stories like that now days. Especially now, with everyone trying to humanize all the monsters and turning them into good guys and crap like that. Makes life as a professional monster hunter all that more annoying.
Though, actually that monster in the haunted house sounded awfully familiar. Kinda similar to one I had locked away years ago...Meh, probably just a coincidence.
Have you ever read EGS (El Goonish Shive)? Its latest arc in the story revolves around a Magical Gatherings card game tournament, and a few of the characters trying to discreetly find out if others are aliens or magic-users.
Relevance: One character, Sarah, wants to make her deck not only themed, but have a story. The story is of a group of vampires being reformed by werewolves, and it's funny in an odd way to me. Has no one ever seen The Littlest Vampire? They're just humans who need Very Rare meat, instead of Well Done!
I loved seeing Susan BSOD when she learned the true purpose of the hammers. Not so fond of the the last dozen or so strips, especially the "What if I was gay?" and the transpanic bits. I kinda like the battles and Ted.
I don't mind that. What I mind is the whole "What if it's a gay guy pretending to be a girl to sex with us!?"
I kinda like the new characters, aside from those two idiots, but I recognize that Rich is here purely to be a bigot and be put in his place somehow. The bigotry serves no purpose to the narrative so far, and he seems like just a cheap stereotype of homophobic dumbasses.
Inserting a bigoted dumbass for no reason other than to have moral arguments that don't further the plot, and are just filler, especially boring filler, is very unappealing to me.
I actually enjoy Rich and Larry slightly more when they stick around for a few pages. When they just show up for a one-off gag, it's as annoying and jarring as their ilk butting in in person.
I don't mind them, but that may be largely because I read so many webcomics I can get my giggles elsewhere in the week.
In my opinion, rose two are actually paying a character development role, if not a plot relevant one. Ted has grown a little, mentally speaking, thanks to the revelation they helped initiate by being idiots. They're basically playing Ships and Snails to Ted's Trixie, except to a slightly different tune.
That's an interesting take on the two. I viewed them as just another repetition of that jock who hassled Ted for "looking gay" and his friend who then said, "I apologize for my friend. I don't judge you based on your preferences".
They're basically the same attitudes and personalities, transplanted into geeks instead of jocks.
I'm not strictly opposed to a duo of idiot and bigger, yet more polite idiot. I just want them to actually serve as more than just background filler. Actually have them get called out on it, like when Rich got called out by Tensaided.
Allow me to now proclaim how much I like Tensaided. He is awesome. One of the best characters in the comic, right there with Raven. Hell yeah. Raven kicks so much ass!
And on that day that you post at 6:01 AM and beat Raxon, nobody will really care because it's not the promptness of his comments that makes him popular its the insanity.
That seems to be the reaction most PCs have when confronting a former villain in a non-confrontational situation. They're just waiting for the hammer to drop. :)
Heh. There was something similar when Raxon... "Reformed" John Corben, aka Metallo.
He ripped Corben's mind out of his his cyborg body, transferred him to a fully human, cut off drone, and then forced him to spend centuries in Raxon's mindscape, where outside, it was only a few weeks.
Yeah, he was rehabilitated, alright. And now, John Corben instantly falls on his face and greets Raxon like a god whenever he walks into the room. But the important thing is that he's not a psychotic death machine.
I ended up wearing my tactician costume over to the game store yesterday for basically the same reason: Because the next time we play would be in November and I said I'd wear it for Halloween. That's really the only big thing I have going on and I have to work Friday morning so I don't know what I want to do for that evening. Probably just play video games or watch the nightmare night episode again for kicks and giggles.
I used to hunt zombies on Halloween, but ever since they joined the union and declared themselves their own race I've been hesitant to get involved in that legal mess. It was about as bad as when the vampires around here decided to pretend to be Edward just to get people to leave them alone so they could go back to their vegan lifestyle. I swear, what is this holiday coming to???
I'm dressing up in a badass long (lab) coat I bought, with some pens and pencils in the breast pocket, and a pair of big ol' round-rimmed glasses. If I can find some yellow gloves and an orangish-red wig, I'll be all set!
Or I could just get some black gloves, and start laughing in an odd way. "Ahaha! Ahahahaha! Ahaha! Ahahahaha! Ahaha!"
Why that particular color scheme? I get the feeling I'm missing an obvious reference, but I don't think Beaker wore gloves at all and I know Dr. Horrible's were white with his white coat and black post-Fall.
Dang it, I totally want to see that now. I love Dexter's Lab. I feel more or less ashamed that I didn't pick up on that earlier. The laugh should of been a dead giveaway!
I do love story, it holds a lot to be remembered. I actually can never get enough. But, there is some things that should never found.
*Due to being creepy as hell, (maybe) some language, and for the fact it's "Five Nights at Freddy's", I highly suggest clicking if you actually want to*
So thats why the bloons are a threat to the monkey city and they need to deploy dart/boomerang/sniper/ice/mortar/ninja/wizard/pirate/ace/super monkeys to stop them.
Yea that was the best part really. That realization actually puts a new spin on how Nightmare Moon really escape the moon. Would make for an interesting movie actually. Pony astronauts land on the moon and are silently stalked by an evil presence as they explore around and plant the Equestria flag on the ground before leaving to go back home...only to find that they have an extra passenger waiting for them on their spacecraft. Dun dun dun!
Well, Pinkie's technically no more wrong to say "like a flamingo," considering ostriches don't actually do that either. It's too bad, really; it makes such a great picture (mental or actual).
Just a couple. The rest of it, I used for kideos! See, it's like a rodeo, but with small children, but you have to catch the kids first, which means tranqs for them, their parents, and the bystanders.
Afterward, the local homeless shelters get a huge boost to their food stocks. It's good for the economy.
...Yes officer, his name is Raxon. R. A. X. O. N. And I suggest sending a team that has experience with facing Lovecraftian beings of unknowable power...along with using some tactical nukes first. Yes, the account should be the same and I agree to never mention this to any of the newspapers near me. Thank you and good luck. You will need it. *Click*
@Philadelphus: I actually went to look up where the whole "stick their heads into the ground" came from and I found something. Fun fact: Ostriches do dig holes in the ground to make nests for their eggs (more or less around 7 feet wide and 2 or 3 feet deep.) While incubating, they stick their heads into their nests to rotate their eggs, thus giving the illusion that they are burying their heads into the ground. The more you know.
*Checks bank account* ...Why do I have two deposits in my account?...*Checks news*...Oh...*Shrug* Ok then. *Goes back to looking up more info on Ostriches*
You know, I recall Rainbow Dash being suspicious of Twilight because she knew Nightmare Moon's name.
I know, the continuity and facts of the story can shift a bit and you're going to have little bits that don't quite match, but Nightmare Moon is a bit odd.
I believe it was for recognizing her, not just knowing the name.
Heh, autocorrect thought I was saying Dash was suspicious of Twilight for recognizing beer.
(Belatedly) Indeed! Happy Nightmare Night...
The time when darkness wraps all the world in a sweet embrace. When grim terror stalks the night and all creatures know in their hearts to flee to safety, lest they face a fate worse than death. It is in such times that my master's strength is at his greatest. When his fell touch reaches all through the multiverse, filling hearts with envy and doubt. Turning brother against brother, taking all that is fair and leaving it rotten, forcing the Light inwards upon itself closer and brighter till it is nothing but blinding and hateful. Taking the most stalwart defenders of purity and tainting their souls with spite.
One day, you will look up at the sun, brilliant and terrible in the sky. And she will only sear your flesh and bake the surface of your world.
One day, you will look up at your heros, and beg for them to save you. And they will smile down upon you and declare 'no'.
One day, you will look up from your pathetic little lives and see the world as it truly is. Beautiful, wicked and diseased. A playground where laws give power to those too weak to earn it, and take power from those with the will to use it.
One day you will see all that loves you is fickle and meaningless, all that protects you is oppressive and cruel, all that seems fair and good is fleeting and foul, like ash in your mouth.
And on that day my lord and master shall return. He shall journey through the Realms and all who hear his call shall throw off their shackles and rejoice!
He shall free you.
And he shall destroy you.
We are all of us Children of Darkness. Brothers! Sisters! Fear no judgment. No retribution. No coming oblivion. We are trapped in a web of lies and deception, but my master can offer you an escape if you will only take it! Join with him, and together we Children shall join our shadows into a greater shadow that shall grow greater still and swallow all creation. Then at last all shall be as one! All shall revel forever in an endless night! Where there is no right. No wrong. No fate or chance or sense of obligation. Where all that matters is the breadth of ones power, and their will to use it.
Well, the big day is tomorrow. Might as well consider this the official Halloween post, because the next one will be one day too late.
I don't have any big plans for the event, myself. Well, no plans to go outside. I do have a Halloween-themed gaming livestream thing I kinda want to do either tonight or tomorrow. Not sure exactly when, but then again I never am. We'll see how it goes.