Postaan vähäsen gorea, jos ei haittaa.
Lankaanhan on selvästi tullut eloa! Hieno juttu.
>>418 Juu, laitoin muutaman kuvan bumppina niin muutkin ilmeisesti innostuivat laittamaan. Harmi että melkein kaikki kuvat mitä multa löytyy on jo postattu.
Pari sarjakuvaa
>>423 Tämä on niin eeppinen.
>>425 Tekee järkeä sinäänsä että jos tuo olisi totta niin se tasaisi hyvin myös eri ponirotujen välisiä voimasuhteita. Olivathan nekin aiemmin konfliktissa toistensa kanssa.
>>426 Sanoisin kyllä että kuolemattomuus ei kovin usein tasoita mitään voimasuhteita
Ilman maaponeja kukaan ei söisi. Maaponit ovat myös keskimäärin fyysisesti voimakkaampia kuin muut. Proleja siis.
>>433 Niin, perustin tuon väitteen sille (omakeksimälle) oletukselle että vaikkei maaponi välttämättä varsinaisesti siitä kuolisikaan niin pään irtileikkaaminen ja sen kuljettaminen muualle muusta ruumiista/hautaaminen maahan saisi maaponin täysin toimintakyvyttömäksi. Ihan reilu ominaisuus ottaen huomioon että pegasuksilla on siivet tarkoittaen että maaponit eivät edes pysty hyökkäämään Cloudsdalen kaltaiseen kaupunkiin JA yksisarvisilla taas on teleportti (mitä ei ilmeisesti pysty kuitenkaan käyttämään ihan nonstoppina koska drawback) ja telekineesi, molemmat hyviä kykyjä myös sodankäyntiin.
>>511 Hiljaseks veti...
>>511 Nauroin. Tämä paha?
Semmosta tällä kertaa.
En yleensä tykkää goresta, mutta ajattelin että muutama ote Dwarf Fortressin ponimod-kommuunipelistä sopii tänne liian hyvin missattavaksi: Virtue's Diary - 16th Timber, 252 I've been dreading this day since the moment I decided to found this settlement. It was inevitable that tragedy would strike us eventually, but that doesn't lessen the sting in the least. It pains me to even record here what happened. Brook was out by the river fishing today, as she does most every day. Nopony saw the thief until it was too late, and it was clear that Brook was slain without knowing what hit her. Hickory happened across the aftermath, where the monster was picking over her body. The scene she described was sickening. Halberd and Naginata jumped into action, and at the very least they slew the thief in turn. It's little consolation. I've arranged for a small ceremony for her tomorrow morning. Nopony deserved what happened to her.
16th Obsidian, 253 I feel sick. Falcata was very badly wounded today, and Panacea doesn't know if she is going to live. I feel terrible... if we'd finished the wall by now, or had a decent set of barding for our militia, this would have never happened. I didn't want to see the battle, but I was walking out of my office right as it happened. Two more of those cursed badger pony thieves bypassed our incomplete wall and were wandering toward the dorms. Halberd spotted them immediately, and the entire militia ran off to engage them. I was trying not to look at this point, but I couldn't help it. The first thief went down almost instantly, but the second was a lot more tenacious. He stabbed Sarissa in the hoof with his dagger before a precise strike from Halberd spilled his guts. Beyond belief, it found the strength to strike out again, catching Falcata in the side with its dagger and spilling blood everywhere. Naginata finished it off with a buck to the head, but the damage was done. I don't think I've ever seen anything so horrible. Falcata stumbled a few steps, clutching at the wound in her side and making the most pitiful hollow gasps I've ever heard. I don't think I'll ever forget her expression... the panic at being unable to breathe... and choking on blood. She started coughing it up everywhere, and by this time I was running, screaming for Panacea. I found the pegasus inside the hospital where she was supposed to be, and as Splinter helped Falcata inside, Panacea all but shoved us out the door and ordered us not to come in until she said so. That was hours and hours ago. I now regret building my office next to the hospital, I can hear her still working on poor Falcata. If that pony survives... I... I don't know what I'll do. At least the rainbow pony caravan that showed up later took out the third thief, lurking outside our drawbridge entrance. Their bolts flushed it into one of the traps Flux set up, and at least the trap did its job. I asked Halberd to get somepony to clean up the mess, I don't even want to think about it right now. 17th Obsidian, 253 Panacea came to me this morning, covered in blood and clearly fighting to stay awake. She told me that she thinks Falcata will live. It's still too early to tell, but her odds look fair. I feel tremendously relieved, but I also still feel guilty. If I was managing this place better, she would have been protected from that. I've sent out orders immediately for more barding for our militia. It can't come soon enough. I heard that Naginata gave birth this morning too, to a pegasus colt named Verdant Flash. Panacea was exhausted from the effort, I'm sure. She said the stress from the fight brought on early labor, which makes sense. I think I need to speak with Naginata about resigning from the militia. She has a family now, and I don't want her to leave them in a tragic manner. And if she's willing to charge into combat, heavily pregnant as she was, it's only bound to turn bad sooner than later.
>>970 Hieman offtoppikkia... Mistä johtuu, että jotkut turrit tekevät poneista vihataidetta, vaikka bronit eivät tee samoin? Eikö tämä vain syvennä vihaa toista fandomia kohtaan, jos ajatellaan maalaisjärjellä. Jos minä en tee vihaa muille, miksi he tekevät meille?
>>972 Ehkä 1.Identiteettikriisi/kateus tai 2.Useammin turrit ovat katkeria hikkyjä kuin bronit
>>972 Minua ei ainakaan haittaa jos turrit tekevät poneista tähän lankaan sopivaa materiaalia.
Tulin vain postaamaan artsuani.
Tänään tein tällaisen. Harmi kun on vain 2M kännykkäkamera, ei saa kovin tarkkoja fotoja.>>1044
>>1050 Cooooooooool, lisää.
sagea vaan itse kulkekkin pellolle
>>1116 Joku taisi vahingossa eksyä postailemaan gorelankaan? No sehän on aina se ensimmäinen askel...
>>1082 kiitos, työnalla
Lisää ruokajuttuja by >>1044
Voisihan sitä tähänkin lankaan välillä postata.
Ajattelin postata tätä crossover-lankaan, mutta kyllä tämä meni niin selvästi goren puolelle ettei sitä voi pistää sfw-puolelle.
nostan pyhäinpäivän kunniaksi
Gore ei yleisesti kiinnosta, mutta DF antaa sille mukavasti kontekstia. Ironista, ottaen huomioon etten yleensä tykkää myöskään tragedioista.
Hulluusjaksot ovat parhaita.
>>1861 >>1862 >>1863 Lisää näitä
>>1946 toistettu, also bump
bumpsis :3
Voisiko joku postata sen kuvan jossa tää kokonaan valkoinen jätkä hakkaa Twilightin paskaksi ja lopussa Twi jo rukoilee hyypiöltä armomurhaa? Aion säikäyttää kaverini.
>>594 Här du gå
>>2004 Tack.
>>1946 >>1956 Ei ole löytynyt enempää sarjakuvia, mutta tämä oli hieno tarina erään ponilinnan kohtalosta... Well, within this mod, there are four main castes of ponies. The most powerful of them are royals, effectivly semi-deific creatures with wings and a sharp horn. Well, in any case, around year five, along with the usual migrents, I get my first Royal. White mane with purple stripes with white fur and black wings. A rarity, considering how many color combinations there are in the mod, and I get a cool one. Anyway, this guy was a good Wrestler,Kicker and general beast in unarmed fighting, so I decide to let him into the military. All goes good for my little godling, until the zebra came. Numbering at nearly forty zebras, including a few fliers and not one but two members of there royal caste among them, they stormed the fort. My squad of spearponys, Earth ponies that have slain dragons and buffalo alike, take down only half of them before all being hacked to peices. My untrained recruts only had numbers on there side, and even a fully armored pony can only stand so much before dieing. Even the trained Elephant, wise in the ways of Boat-murdering, could take eight down before even it dies, among them one of the zebra royals. Neverless, my savior stood in full body armor, armed with his horn and hooves, and alowed no zebra into the fort. He avoided all attackes, years of training preparing him for this day. He cripples zebras in mid-flight, and caves in the skulls of every zebra that so much as gets near him. However, the whip-users come into play. Reduced to less than seven zebras, all who are left are a few crippled fliers and nothing less than the Whip using royal. They dual in the sky, with the Emperor outmached. All seemed like the godling could get out of it unscathed, until the zebra made a very lucky strike. It severed his horn. Neverless, he killed the zebra and returned to the fort, albet without his link to magic. Later, while fighting a Giant Eagle, his left wing is ripped off in mid-flight. The resulting fall breaks his back legs. His squadmates finnish the beast off, but leave there friend behind. Over the next few months, he is forced to fight off animals, such as raccons and rats, and takes on many rips and tears due to it. Eventualy, his leg heals, and he goes inside. Lacking both a wing and a horn, his only real use was in mining. He soon could throw himself into his work, and soon became a legendary miner. All this was great until he got into a fight with a Magmapony. He had few friends before then, most of them dieing with the zebras. A few actualy disliked him. His wife, after around ten min's real time after the marrige, decided to off herself by flinging herself off a chasme. Neverless, he was always rather cheerfull, and did not seem to care about all of his mistreatments .His entire body now horrably disfigured,and after a few months after that incedent, did what every pony would do after something finaly realising jsut how horrific you life has been: Go utterly insane. The blood was everywhere. The crippled god basicly raped everything in its path, mudering foals and stallions alike with his hooves. His hooves killed more in a few minutes than the army did in years. The fallen champion of the fort, this one-winged angel of death, made a fort of sixty-seven ponies become a graveyard of twelve in less than twenty minutes. Eventualy, his unarmored body was peirced with so many arrows that his organs where eventaly punctured and fell. The fort was that taken by a zebra raid in less than a hour after that. So ends the tale of a god among ponies,he whose name is Deduk Tatlosherith. Rest in peace, Deduk. Rest in peace.
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