AngryShutty: переводы

→I put my hooves on his shoulders. “I want everypony to live. Can you do that?”

→And also I’d like to extend a personal thanks to Bronode for helping edit in an accent he absolutely hates.)

→(swicked: Huzzah, the chapter is complete! And gosh, wasn't it grand? That Twist saving Peppermint scene had me in stitches!

→(Bronode: I was responsible for 1 and a half-ish pages of the new growth. Blame swicked for the other stuff. And friendly synthetics that show up and don’t immediately get ganked! Finally my wish came true!! ...Well, I kind of made it come true, but it still counts!)

→EDIT: Oh! About Homage! I spoke with Kkat about her origins. It was actually different than what I had in my head, so I’m very glad to have gotten her input. This wasn’t something I just made up.)

→Anyway, I hope folks leave feedback. I really do like reading if I do things right or not, even if I’m quiet about it. You can put it on Reddit, cloudsville, or on FimFic’s blog. Also, if anyone wants to donate, it would be incredibly welcome this month. I haven’t gotten much subbing work, so bits at David13ushey@gmail.com through paypal would be hugely appreciated. I wish I knew how to set up a Patreon thing. Anyway thank you for reading. Next chapter is going to catch Cognitum and... stuff...

→Anyway, finally got the thing written and edited. It’s horrible... so sorry. I’m sorry it took so much longer than I intended. I wanted to thank Kkat for creating FoE in the first place, and Bro, Hinds, swicked, and Heartshine for their hard word in making this a better story. Even if we had to add in seven or eight pages... seriously. It was crazy.

→(Author’s notes: The universe hated this chapter. It did everything it could to conspire against me getting it out. I had writers block and frustration. There were huge banal scenes. People got sick. There was lightning storms knocking out power and fire drills going off and just everything went wrong. This chapter was really a continuation of the last chapter, getting things set up for next chapter, and just kept growing and growing... it’s like in FONV where you’re about to go to the Hoover Dam and the game asks ‘Are you sure you want to go, because you can’t resolve any more quests from here on out if you do!’

→He stared at it for a long moment, then reached out and took it. Life was messy. A tangled perplexity that kept you constantly wondering what came next. Even in a moment where people weren’t shooting at each other, you couldn’t escape the rushing, twisting, churning, chaos of it all. Boo’d been right. A party was exactly what we needed right now. Life was a party, and while you may not always have fun, it was still preferable to the alternative. So together, Goldenblood and I rejoined the mess, as the celebration pressed on towards oblivion.

→I rose, extending a hoof to him. “Only if you come with me.”

→He checked his PipBuck. “It doesn’t matter. We won’t be ready to attack until morning either. So folks may as well be happy.” He nodded towards the celebration. “You should go. It’s not good for the leader to hide during events like this. Luna always made that mistake.”

→“It seems wrong to have a party now,” I said.

→“It takes a lot of time to fuel a rocket safely. Dawn, at the soonest. We’re trying to keep tabs on her, but between Harbingers still loyal to her at the base, the Brood, the Remnant, and any Enclave that are throwing in with her... well, it’s been difficult.”

→Twenty-four hours. I should have been shocked... but really, considering how my life had gone… “When will Cognitum leave?” I asked.

→“Seriously... I don’t know. We’re outnumbered, outgunned, and there’re too many ways this can end disastrously. Horizons will fire tomorrow afternoon and impact at midnight. If the trajectory isn’t altered, sooner. We may all die. But I do know that there is no way to calculate success at this point. We will win, or we will lose.”

→“What are our chances?” I asked him. “Seriously?”

→I watched the party as well. For several long minutes, we just spectated. Neither of us were particularly happy. We’d been through too much to ever join in like everyone else was. But we could find comfort in the happiness of others.

→“I’ve never been good with social functions,” he answered. “Besides, I was here first.”

→Though… there was one pony I hadn’t seen yet. I checked my PipBuck and found his tag. There he was. I trotted to the edge of the party and up the hillside into the still woods. Goldenblood sat alone, looking down at the festivities with a longing, pained look. “Hey. This is my brooding spot,” I said as I sat down beside him.

→What a night.