Don't worry. I'll only reply with funny-bad quotes, not horrifying-bad ones. I was involved enough in the fandom to have experienced plenty of both.

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[–] 4 points 2 days ago* (3 children)

Libertarian + Incel, two great tastes that taste great together

"The state shouldnt exist but also it should assign me a girlfriend."

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  • [–] [S] 4 points 2 days ago (2 children)

    Now she fully understood why Celestia was so determined to help the poor humans, and why Equestria had bothered to invade the earth.

    Humans were intelligent, fully self-aware, fully conscious, fully sapient beings. But they had been so unfortunate as to arise in a universe without any magic to speak of. Souls were only and purely magic. If anything at all in all of existence was a magical thing, a spirit, a soul, absolutely, completely was. These poor, naked apes were self aware, they understood their mortality, but they were little more than chemical machines. For this species, in this universe, dead... was dead. When the machine stopped, they stopped, and that was the end of them. Each precious one of them was an entire cosmos of dreams and thoughts and hopes and fears just by themselves, yet all were nothing more than chemicals and electricity banging around a primate skull.

    Conversion turned that chemical robot into an Equestrian - that was the real reason behind powering the nanomachines of the ponification serum with the miracle of Equestrian magic. It wasn't merely to avoid conservation of mass issues, or to sidestep entropy, or to avoid generating heat. No. Ponification serum was what it was so as to infuse and transform those chemical, molecular-machine human minds with a truly living lacework of real magic, so that they, as ponies, could join the eternal herd. The true purpose of Conversion was to grace the poor ape robots with nothing less than souls.

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  • [–] 4 points 2 days ago (1 child)

    This is like turning a page of the necronomicon

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  • [–] [S] 3 points 2 days ago

    Trelawney finally had enough. She marched to the front doors, her parading minions in her wake, and barged in, the bell on the door jangling as they poured into the dining area. “YOU!” she said, pointing at the guy running the grill with an outstretched finger. She stood tall and defiant as Galadriel at the mirror pool. “Defiler! You desecrate the sacred acolyte's ascension with your ROASTED FLESH OF MURDER!”

    The teenager wielding the spatula blinked. “Uh, no, it's cow, I'm pretty sure,” he said.

    Trelawney gave him a half-shriek of disgust. She turned to Taylor and all but flung herself on her knees. “Please do not do this, anointed one,” she half-whimpered. “Don't pollute your ascended body with the flesh of innocent animals!”

    Taylor gave her a contemptuous look. “Madame Trelawney, what did you tell me your spirit animal was again?”

    “The great horned owl, herald of wisdom, and the white fox, who--”

    “And what do you think owls and foxes live on-- celery sticks?” Taylor snorted. “Go away, Madame Trelawney,” she sing-songed, “your spirit animals are laughing at you.”

    The Tambourine Heads who had followed her in gasped in scandalized shock. Trelawney shot to her feet in a towering rage and opened her mouth to go into one of her famous squalling, honking tirades

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