My little Necro: Fortress of Magma [Spoilers]

....Crundle Horn.

Who is the "lucky" pony that gets to violently slaughter crundles?

Jacob/Lee wrote:Who is the "lucky" pony that gets to violently slaughter crundles?

None, crundles don't live here. That (Along with the fact I sorta engulfed all caverns in magma) means I can't fulfill it...

Anyhow, I'm going to fight Hell soon! So whoever is getting punished will probably die in a riot or something.

Necro910 wrote:

Jacob/Lee wrote:Who is the "lucky" pony that gets to violently slaughter crundles?

None, crundles don't live here. That (Along with the fact I sorta engulfed all caverns in magma) means I can't fulfill it...

Anyhow, I'm going to fight Hell soon! So whoever is getting punished will probably die in a riot or something.

_yay

I just realized the utility of having individual rooms, so I am now powering out a giant housing complex. It has been mined out, all that remains is to make the furniture. The housing complex is being made so that once the riots come, I can just hit a button, and Pinkamena can't make cupcakes. That's MY job, my little ponies! MINE!

Final preparations are being made on the killzone, and the endless amounts of saplings are being herded into there. Sacrifice cattle to gain passage to Hades, eh?

Also, Zarhon, you and Flon (One of the S7) had your third child, all of which are unicorns. Most of the named Bay12ers will probably die during cleanup of the first wave... the more the merrier!

I'd like to request to be ponified, preferably a soldier, so I can die a gruesome death.

I requested long ago, back when a certain person wasn't banned from Bay 12, and either I'm blind or still haven't been ponified.

I'm probably not going to ponify any more people, as it has become increasingly difficult to find a suitable host. Besides, just about all your ponysona's are going to die a horrible death when I crack open this can o' spam.

Necro910 wrote:I'm probably not going to ponify any more people, as it has become increasingly difficult to find a suitable host. Besides, just about all your ponysona's are going to die a horrible death when I crack open this can o' spam.

These are words that will be sorely missed on the 'Ol bay. :[

Necro910 wrote:I'm probably not going to ponify any more people, as it has become increasingly difficult to find a suitable host. Besides, just about all your ponysona's are going to die a horrible death when I crack open this can o' spam.

Think, Necro, you're talking about dying a horrible death to people from Bay 12. Most of us would be a character even if we died within 10 minutes of it.

Jacob/Lee wrote:

Necro910 wrote:I'm probably not going to ponify any more people, as it has become increasingly difficult to find a suitable host. Besides, just about all your ponysona's are going to die a horrible death when I crack open this can o' spam.

Think, Necro, you're talking about dying a horrible death to people from Bay 12. Most of us would be a character even if we died within 10 minutes of it.

I understand this, I'm still not doin' it. The militia is full of Bay12ers, and most legendary craftsmen are Bay12ers as well.

When the fort is done, and I've thoroughly desecrated Hell, I'm going to have... Fun with the survivors. After that, I'll let you all reclaim, reclaim, reclaim.

It better be true insane fun, not just dumping babies into a volcano crap. That's not insane, or fun, that's just pest control!

Loud Whispers wrote:It better be true insane fun, not just dumping babies into a volcano crap. That's not insane, or fun, that's just pest control!

I have some better ideas in store for my little ponies

I can't believe we're finally at the musical cinders! This is going to be the best night ever!

♫ At the Fortress, in the throne room, Necro's brooding in his slumber! ♫

♫ At the Fortress, where the ponies lie asunder! ♫

STRIKE THE EARTH!

♫ All the ponies they will love me! ♫

♫ And roasted cupcakes for all to share! ♫

♫ Right here at the Gala MAGMAAAAAAAAAAA♫

Eeeeeeeeeey-

Thread by thread, stitching it together...
Necro's empire, taking out Hell snip by snip
Making sure the proles burn nicely
It's the perfect pitch, and so grim!
Always got to keep in mind my pacing,
Got to make sure the supports are correctly facing
We're slaughtering Hellllllllllllll!

Yard by yard, cutting off their tails,
Rope neckline, don't you know a broken mind kills nine?
Breaking through the first spire,
Although we'll stack dead higher,
got to mind those metal snails,
Even though they're tough as nails,
We're slaughtering, Helllllll!

Tactics are easy,
the pitch is quite greasy,
the fires are a tad breezy,
Thinking about the odds, do you think it's a bit crazy?

Don't do anything brash, you'll hear your flesh ripping
Hook and eye, couldn't you simply just die?
Making sure it fits forelock and breast,
don't forget the quiver in the crest,
even though we ride high on the morrow,
we shall all look like tanks,
We're slaughtering, Hellllllllll!

Piece by piece, inch by inch,
Mountain, hill, pit, vortex, Hell
Step by step, slashed and cleansed,
Mile by mile, never stress,
and that's the beginning of their distresssss!

Now the gears in our machine must be indestructible, indeed!
We only need a thousand, no more!
Step by step, piecing it together!
Deadline looms, don't you know end is nigh?
Even if my planning was perfect,
I have to kill them all just right
Ironsides, the swords are not balanced
Just wait until we fight
We shall die togetherrrrr!

You think it would be better if the dogs didn't burn?
Well I think-
STAYED WITH US?
Well...
DO IT!
We're on the hour, just one more change
We shall bring them endless pain!

Joey, you had plenty enough time!
Bolt, the cogs must all wind!
Oh Armok, the blood shall flow like wine!
Don't forget, we can't take all of time

Strategy's easy
Every god damned thrall
Brings another new revision
We must pick up our pace, if we are to stick to our vision!

That's are just pathetic, you call yourselves miners?
That's just rutile, please!
Ugh...
What if they spit? MAGMA!
MORE MEATSHIELDS! Oh that's too much...
MORE WAR DOGS! Oh, less canines.
Oh wait, I know! OBSIDIAN!
Obsidian?
WHOSE FORT IS THIS?
Obsidian it is...
What, aren't you going to tell me to change something too?
No, I just want to survive.
Do you not like my scheme?!
The plan is fine, I just want to li-
YOU DARE DISRESPECT MY LEADERSHIP?
You're just fine, I just want to live
I just want to keep twenty of my friends...

All you'll get is my decisions
All you want is less than I'll give
Must balance fear with adherence
I have to keep up the appearance
Even if I must kill the proles
Who will just be useless and poke holes
We must conquer nations!
And crush them beneath our legions!

Inch by inch, mile by mile,
Mountain, hill, pit, vortex, Hell
Bolt by bolt, clowns compressed
Yard by yard, we'll surpass
and that's only the beginning of their distresssss!

*claps and throws roses*

I wish I could make parodies as well as you, Necro!

Jacob/Lee wrote:*claps and throws roses*

I wish I could make parodies as well as you, Necro!

Took me an hour of listening to it over and over again, but I finally got it! I could probably do any other, but this is the one that you least expect and therefor gets the biggest punch


Any other ones you guys want a parody of?

Becoming Crundular? ... No.

Necro is now sufficiently skilled in cupcakery to have every other pastry to be masterwork, so my little ponies will be happy to feast on the innards of their pets. How do their herbivore systems work with that...?

Loud Whispers wrote:Becoming Crundular? ... No.

I'm not crundling any songs. I'll parody any of them, but I'm not going down there.

Necro910 wrote:I'm not going down there.

Besides, I don't know what you're talking about, I was talking about your average wrinkly red clawed cavern dwelling crundle

For skulls we go down...
So we go down the hole,
We go through dark for tiny skulls!
For tiny skulls!

Oh, we go for a thousand claws
And even small horns!
We go through dark for tiny skulls,
For tiny skulls!

They're as populous
as populous can be!
Lining up my mark, lining up my mark,
on their heads!

They release Hell in the halls,
Letting endless blood flow,
We go through dark for tiny skulls,
For tiny skulls!

See how they hang,
on every goddamned peak?
I hold my stance
and watch them all flee!

We're devils o' devils!
Not just you're average grunts! (RAH!)
We go through dark for tiny skulls,
For tiny skulls!

They will run from our blades!
They will have sunken heads!
We will not stop!
Until the last of them drop!

We're devils o' devils!
Not just you're average grunts! (RAH!)
We go through dark for tiny skulls,
For tiny skulls!

We go through dark for tiny skulls!
We shall take their souls
We shall take their souls
For tiny skulls!

Most splendid I say!

[Uh.. Yeah.]

Not at all related to this LP, but 'tis a shame you were banned, Necro. Never thought you would get banned after you did it so long...

Jacob/Lee wrote:Not at all related to this LP, but 'tis a shame you were banned, Necro. Never thought you would get banned after you did it so long...

Yep. Ever going to be a point where you can appeal the ban?

The discussion of my ban should generally go to my thread at Canterlot-General. Anyhow, someone said that you can appeal after about 6 months.

Hopefully I don't lose tou-

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