Badass Freaking Overlord Zetta (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
badassfreakingoverlord) wrote2013-08-11 12:17 pm
badassfreakingoverlord) wrote2013-08-11 12:17 pm
The Trueberry Bomb And Its Sad Sordid Beginnings
Who: The residents of Ponyville. This is a general mingle post!
What: TRUEBERRY BOMB
Where: Ponyville and environs
When: Starts this morning, on for a week
Warnings: Truth.
Prose or Commentspam: Whatevs, dawg.
Every once in a while, Ponyville weather called for a fierce overnight storm. Just one of those things -- soak the ground for the plants, clean up the place, take out some deadwood if necessary. All part and parcel of the natural cycle. And just what Zetta had been waiting for.
Somewhere off in the distance, the princesses tagged out; the moon setting, the sun rising, but to this gray Ponyville morning the trade made no difference. Nopony was out to see the skies lighten almost imperceptibly, and the rain and wind continued to hammer and howl without taking the slightest notice of the change. Zetta paid it no attention, either; he was too busy looking superbly dignified as he stalked up the road to the Ponyville town square. Rain lashed his body, while the wind pulled his flaming mane and tail this way and that like a dancing wildfire. It was, he reflected privately, pretty damn badass-looking. Even when nopony was looking, the Overlord had to maintain hus style.
Behind him, a half-dozen minions slogged through the mud, their collective backs supporting a massive vat that sloshed dully with each step. As he reached the town square, Zetta held up a hoof to halt them. With a collective groan, they came to a swaying stop.
"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! At last! An act of true malice is within my grasp once again," the Overlord said to literally nopony, as his horn shone with magic. The vat trembled as his telekinesis lifted it from the platform, slowly at first. The Overlord lowered his head, set his teeth, and forced more magic into his horn, causing it to flare up. The mighty vat accelerated skywards as if it had been bucked, rocketing up into the sky. Zetta judged his moment carefully, then shot a concussive bolt of power at it.
The vat exploded, or more accurately, burst like a popped water balloon. Blue-violet liquid sprayed everywhere, soaking into the clouds like so much mist. A moment later, the rain still pelting down turned blue. With another evil laugh, Zetta turned and stalked back towards the Everfree Forest, minions in tow. He'd give it a few hours to soak in, then come back and see how it went.
For another couple of hours, the trueberry-soaked rain pounded down, seeping into the ground, being drawn into the crops, sticking to houses and trees... fortunately not staining. By the time the weatherponies cleared the sky and the midmorning sun shone down on Ponyville, the glistening grass and even the humidity that still hung thick in the air... was all infused.
Trueberry juice: it makes those it's exposed to tell the truth. And Zetta had pumped enough of it into the Ponyville atmosphere for the effects to last a whole week....
What: TRUEBERRY BOMB
Where: Ponyville and environs
When: Starts this morning, on for a week
Warnings: Truth.
Prose or Commentspam: Whatevs, dawg.
Every once in a while, Ponyville weather called for a fierce overnight storm. Just one of those things -- soak the ground for the plants, clean up the place, take out some deadwood if necessary. All part and parcel of the natural cycle. And just what Zetta had been waiting for.
Somewhere off in the distance, the princesses tagged out; the moon setting, the sun rising, but to this gray Ponyville morning the trade made no difference. Nopony was out to see the skies lighten almost imperceptibly, and the rain and wind continued to hammer and howl without taking the slightest notice of the change. Zetta paid it no attention, either; he was too busy looking superbly dignified as he stalked up the road to the Ponyville town square. Rain lashed his body, while the wind pulled his flaming mane and tail this way and that like a dancing wildfire. It was, he reflected privately, pretty damn badass-looking. Even when nopony was looking, the Overlord had to maintain hus style.
Behind him, a half-dozen minions slogged through the mud, their collective backs supporting a massive vat that sloshed dully with each step. As he reached the town square, Zetta held up a hoof to halt them. With a collective groan, they came to a swaying stop.
"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! At last! An act of true malice is within my grasp once again," the Overlord said to literally nopony, as his horn shone with magic. The vat trembled as his telekinesis lifted it from the platform, slowly at first. The Overlord lowered his head, set his teeth, and forced more magic into his horn, causing it to flare up. The mighty vat accelerated skywards as if it had been bucked, rocketing up into the sky. Zetta judged his moment carefully, then shot a concussive bolt of power at it.
The vat exploded, or more accurately, burst like a popped water balloon. Blue-violet liquid sprayed everywhere, soaking into the clouds like so much mist. A moment later, the rain still pelting down turned blue. With another evil laugh, Zetta turned and stalked back towards the Everfree Forest, minions in tow. He'd give it a few hours to soak in, then come back and see how it went.
For another couple of hours, the trueberry-soaked rain pounded down, seeping into the ground, being drawn into the crops, sticking to houses and trees... fortunately not staining. By the time the weatherponies cleared the sky and the midmorning sun shone down on Ponyville, the glistening grass and even the humidity that still hung thick in the air... was all infused.
Trueberry juice: it makes those it's exposed to tell the truth. And Zetta had pumped enough of it into the Ponyville atmosphere for the effects to last a whole week....