Stories set in the Oversaturated World, some silly, some less so.
(Void Knight)
The story I am about to tell you is a lie thrice over. It is in the first place a lie because there is no such place as the Oversaturated World, nor any such people as those depicted therein. It is in the second place a lie because the specific events it describes may very well never happen, and even should they happen they could only happen centuries into the future of the Oversaturated World. And it is in the third place a lie, because even if the world it depicted were real, and even should the events it describes happen, the description here is only tangentially related to what would truly be happening. That being said, though it is a lie threefold, it is still a true lie, and there is great value in such. So listen and pay heed…
There was a vast tree, seemingly made of crystal. Various many-faceted crystals grew from its branches like fruit. Some were Elements of Harmony. Some were foci for various fundamental processes of the universe. Some were worlds, or possibilities of worlds. The tree’s crystal roots were sunk deep into the the misty “ground” of the Astral Plane, and grew vast and gnarled. But if an observer looked from just the right angle, he could see that some of the roots had twined together to form a cocoon. And inside the cocoon, if one could get close enough and get a clear enough look, there slept a young woman. She had bright yellow skin and striped red-and-yellow hair, and down her naked back there ran a long strip of cervical down. She had curled up into a ball, hiding her face and hands, but her feet could be seen, and they had the enlarged nails of an earth-aspect.
Abruptly, there was a man standing before the tree. He had no visible aspect, and was clad in a bizarre motley of patches and incongruous clothing combinations.
“Alright,” he said, to nobody in particular, “this is the outside of enough.”
He took his hands out of his pockets and cupped them around his mouth. “Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty!”
Nothing happened.
“Oy! Sunset Shimmer! I’ve heard of sleeping in late, but this is getting ridiculous!”
Nothing happened, rather more pronouncedly.
“Fine,” said the man. He raised his hands, and with a quick jerk the chainsaw roared to life. The teeth bit deep into the crystal tree, and glittering dust began to fly. The tree shook all over, and sparkling branches swung at the man like clubs. He ducked under one, jumped over another, and continued cutting.
Beneath the tree, the cocoon began to twist open. The young woman’s eyes opened, and fiery wings burst into existence from her back. With a flash of light, she was clothed in a long white dress. She dove out and rocketed up through the ground to burst out in the Astral Plane, blazing light and heat gathered in her hands.
“John Quincy Discord, what do you think you are doing?” she demanded.
“The only thing that would get your attention!” he retorted. “It’s been centuries, Sunset! I can understand needing some time to grieve. A year or two, even a decade, since we’re both immortal and have plenty of time to burn. But locking yourself away and sleeping for centuries is not the right answer. Not to mention that the world’s kind of breaking down without you to keep an eye on it. Worlds aren’t supposed to have an active Catalyst of Disharmony and a dormant Catalyst of Harmony. Not for long, at least.”
Sunset Shimmer’s face twisted, and with a brilliant flash, she released the power she was holding, fell to the “ground”, and began to cry.
Discord stared for a long minute, then stepped forward and hugged her. “It’s OK. Let it all out. If you try to bottle it all up, you’ll go crazier than me. And we can’t have that.”
After a few minutes, she stepped back and wiped her eyes. “Feel better?” asked Discord.
Sunset nodded.
“Good,” said Discord with a grin. “There’s practically a whole new world out there waiting for you. A bit of a fixer-upper after the War of Fire, but most of the background thaumic radiation is gone by now, and civilization is progressing nicely. They’re already beginning to form cities and governments again, and there are some very nice temples going up. I even helped with the interior decoration. Hope you like big statues.”
Side by side, the Avatars of Harmony and Disharmony descended into the new world.
(FoME)
The cathedral was actually pretty nice, given the whole "postapocalyptic" thing. There was just one little issue.
"John."
"Yes, Sunset?"
"You never said anything about them sanctifying my friends." Indeed, the altar to Sunset was in the middle of an arc of seven, each bearing a painfully familiar icon.
Mr. Discord harrumphed. "You really think I'd let them forget Fluttershy or Twilight? And I couldn't in good conscience let any of them persist at the expense of the others." After a moment, he glanced at Sunset. "I... actually wasn't sure which option would hurt you worse, so I went with what I wanted."
"This is fine." Tears streamed down Sunset's face. To their credit, the priests managed to keep themselves from collecting the holy relics as they fell to the floor. "This is fine."
(Masterweaver)
"This is a possibility."
"It exists, as do all."
"Must we show her this vision?"
"Must we speak to this fall?"
"Truth. She would not trust us."
"Not after Winter's Light."
"Yet what can we do to stop it?"
"To avoid this ghastly plight?"
Sunset Shimmer will should not outlive her friends.
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War... War never changes. Even in Sunset Shimmer's perfect world this is true. What can you do in the face of such a fact? Only make sure that the world has the heroes it needs to emerge again from the dark.
"Let's go pal."
GODDAMN YOU FAIRIES!
So the question is, how would they have died?
I honestly can't see her letting them die. She knows they're too important to the balance of Harmony and her sanity to let them age or get sick, and theoretically she should have the power to heal their bodies by flickering them(and you can avoid the ethical ramification by flickering only their bodies and not the brain). Only something that destroyed the brain would do it...
Unless you can distract God?
I was wondering about the Bearers' eventual fate. Sunset needs her friends to keep her grounded, probably even more than Princess Twilight does. If they aren't made immortal, I think a good alternate solution would be reincarnation. Or they become ghosts or spirit guides. Just as long as there's some way for Sunset to continue to have a relationship with them.
While I'm sure that this is technically well written and interesting and blah blah blah the fact that this particular chapter opens with "Who likes immersion? NOT ME! HAHA Its all a story look at the fourth wall!" filled me with such overwhelming apathy that I literally couldn't read past the second sentence.
I honestly can't stand fourth wall breaking. Its just feels like the author stopping the story to remind that nothing in it is real or matters and everything that happens won't be because that is what is logical or rational or what a character would choose to do in that situation but entirely based on the whim of the author so don't worry about getting invested.
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The question instead is: would they want to live forever?
Those last lines reminded me of a song...
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most of these vignettes are questionable canon, so either the vignette author or FOME has to declare if this is a "having fun with the saturation universe" vignette or "this is supposed to be canon just not sure when" vignette.
This author decided to be poetic about it and include into the story framing instead of the author notes.
its something different at least, you know?
"Who's the other one? I don't recognize her."
"Oh, the Lightbringer? Well, without you around to nip problems in the bud via divine mandate, I had to get creative- a bit messy, though. Come to think of it, you should probably relieve her from duty; she's been at it for quite some time."
Couldn't resist.
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The fae didn't have anything to do with this particular future; they just observed it in the present. (At least, I assume they didn't have anything to do with it...)
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Therein lies the uneasy part of curating this collection. I wasn't sure about that opening myself, but I thought that deleting an entire paragraph was overstepping my bounds. That said, you can skip it and read the rest without missing much at all.
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"Incidentally, once the world's stable enough, I recommend her for ascension. In Equestria, she'd probably qualify as Princess of Getting Shot."
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Indeed, she does deserve to rest. And to ascend, she certainly suffered enough for it. And got shot enough
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Call me an idiot but... who?
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Littlepip, the protagonist of Fallout: Equestria.
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Those evil faries! How dare they try to avoid a thaumic-nuclear apocalypse.
...Wait, isn't that a good thing? Like, even if it's just for selfish reasons, I think stopping that is an inherently good act.
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Even with a perfect body, the human mind isn't made to handle living forever. There are workarounds, but they all involve messing with the head in some manner.
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Not an idiot. I've read Fallout: Equestria, I recognized the reference to fallout in the chapter, and I still thought Lightbringer was a reference to a canon character.
Lightbringer is a nickname/title bequeathed apon her by the national radio DJ.