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#Post#: 3651--------------------------------------------------
Dumpster Diving
By: Haywire Date: June 11, 2018, 9:26 pm
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Ponyville wasn�t the biggest town, but a town it was all the
same. There people lived and from them came trash. Not too far
out on the outskirts of Ponyville one could find the towns
designated areas for the storage of their junk still waiting to
be taken away for proper disposal or recycling. The deadline for
the pickup was a positive for most as it meant a clearing of the
buildup junk. For a few it was a negative as the removal of such
wrecked and unwanted items and could spell a missed opportunity
for those who knew how to put such things to use. What�s garbage
to one person could be treasure to another after all, and
Haywire knew the value in this saying better than most,
especially considering how literally he often used it.
So, it came as no surprise that Haywire would make the
occasional trek to Ponyville in the hopes of scavenging anything
neat from their yard that he thought could be used in one of his
projects. Today, he�d been lucky enough to reach it a day or two
before it�s next scheduled pic up, this ensuring the maximum
yield in his planned dumpster diving extravaganza and adding an
extra pep to his step. He had tried not to get his hopes up, but
as usual he�d failed miserably and was already daydreaming about
finding just the right doodad that could jumpstart his J-Rex
Protodoit or his PSG�s second tussup. The chances of them having
a gravitational spinny flipper to be used in his Flapjack
Bumfuzzler was negligible, but there! He was certain that all he
needed to do was look.
Upon arriving, Haywire took a long breath at the entrance to
take in the smell of rust and dirt. It was delicious to him, the
possibilities it promised being far too enticing to ignore.
�Bubo!� Haywire called, Bubo popping up his head from the sleep
like position he�d taken on Hay�s back, �We�ve made it! Let�s
carry on with the program, round up some variety and draw up.�
Bubo knew what Hay was getting at and took to the air with a
chirp and a whir to start flying circles around the yard to see
if he could spot anything of note. Meanwhile, Haywire found
himself a nice big pile of scrap to start himself off with.
Without slowing down, Hay walked directly into it and
disappeared with the sound of shifting metal and the clattering
of loose bits falling free being the only concrete signs that
he�d physically interacted with it. From there you could only
figure out where Hay was by sound and spotting which pile was
trembling as he dug around since he seemed to somehow manage to
change where he was without ever leaving the scrap.
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Re: Dumpster Diving
By: Golden Gear Date: June 14, 2018, 4:38 am
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Unbeknownst to the dumpster divers already on the scene, danger
was looming at the train station...
Golden Gear had taken an early morning train from Canterlot, to
ponyville. While most came to the small town for fresh crops,
scenery, and to meet friends and relatives, not Golden. Her
plans were simple. Go to the junkyard, collect the best things
found there, and bring the hoard home! Easy! There's never
anyone elste there to compete with after all. As the train
slowly pulled to a stop at the station, Golden practically
jogged out of the train and hopped down from the dock, heading
straight for the junkyard just outside the town.
Arriving at the open gates of the junkyard, Goldie stopped for a
bit, to admire the huge amount of junk there. It hasn't been
emptied yet! She could barely handle her excitement, as she
tried to decide where to start. It was definitely the pile with
most household appliances in it. The vacuums had more than one
use after all. Making her way to the said pile, she began to go
through the discarded things there, tossing stuff out of the way
that didn't interest her. Soon she spotted a small red cart.
Inspecting it for a moment, it seemed to still work.
"Perfect..." She muttered to herself, setting the cart down on
the pathway in between junk piles. Soon, things were being
floated in to the cart. A fan, toaster, a baseball bat. The cart
was getting filled slowly, as the brown mare kept shuffling
through the junk.
Then something caugh Golden's eyes. Something, flying. She only
saw it briefly, and failed to spot it again. Maybe she had
imagined things? But if there were really something still able
to fly having been tossed out, Goldie would most certainly get
it. She tried to climb higher on the scrap pile, to see if she
could spot this flying thing again
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Re: Dumpster Diving
By: Haywire Date: June 14, 2018, 9:59 am
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Bubo would eventually spot the new pony entering into the junk
yard and lower his altitude enough to get a good look at them.
Neither he nor Haywire ever claimed to own any junkyard they
poked through and weren't the ones to challenge the interests of
others looking to find something cool, but it was usually in
their best interests for Haywire to be warned if someone else
was looking around so as to prevent him from accidentally
raiding the stranger's claimed stockpiles. Who knows, maybe
they'd even want to trade the things they'd found once one of
them was ready to leave?
Bubo, after coasting nearer to the new pony, sounded a set of
chirps and whistles as a signal to his friend swimming around in
the junk. Like the periscope to a submarine rising up through
water Hay, popped his head up and out of the junk pile the
stranger was standing on. A mere few feet in front of her - and
at an angle - he'd start off looking in the opposite direction
then look around for a second before finally thinking to check
behind him. Doing a 180, he would spot the other pony and grin.
"Hey there!" He greeted her, Bubo swooping down and setting
himself down on Hay's head to give a wave of a metal wing, "Nice
day for a swim, huh? You come to pick and choose or just take in
the vista?" Hay rose from the metal until he was free, the way
his legs were moving made it look like he was walking in place
but somehow causing him to smoothly escape the junk pile until
he was standing on it nice and even.
"You haven't picked up on a gravity spinner flip yet, have you?
Lots of gyros and lights? Everyone keeps saying it 'doesn't
exist' but I built one once so they're obviously wrong."
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Re: Dumpster Diving
By: Golden Gear Date: June 29, 2018, 5:28 am
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Goldie climbed a bit higher, trying to see the metal bird again.
And soon she spotted it flying above another junk pile, but it
seemed to be heading her way. Quickly looking around her, Goldie
spotted a metal bowl, big enough for her purpose. She didn't
know what the flying thing was, and wouldn't risk it being
dangerous and poky. Better get something metallic between the
two when the clash would begin. Goldie crouched a little,
readying herself to pounce and attempt to capture the flying
thing as it came closer.
There it was, right above her, making some weird chirps. Did it
know what Goldie was up to? She prepared herself, it would be
now or never. But just as she was about to jump after the bird,
something popped out of the mountain of junk. It was... Another
pony? Goldie blinked, getting up from her crouch, as she just
stared at the new arrival, who seemed to be weirdly comfortable
under all the stuff they were currently buried in. Goldie wasn't
sure if she should have tried to reach for something heavy and
blunt, but it was too late, as the head turned to look at her,
And... Greeted her.
"Uhm... Hi...?" Goldie replied back, a bit unsure. She looked up
as the metal bird landed on the green pony's head, and also
seemed to greet her. Darn it, it wasn't discarded piece of junk
after all. Goldie's attention snapped back to Hay as he spoke
again. The brown mare could only blink in confusion, as
following the green pony's question, he then seemed to just rise
through the junk, as if it was nothing.After the other pony was
free, Goldie gave a slow answer of "Pick and choose..." She then
shook her head a little, to clear it from what she just
witnessed.
Goldie looked down at the metal bowl she was still holding in
her magic, giving a nervous grin as she tossed it behind her,
and gave it a kick to send it flying even futher away. That
little plan did not need to be brought up with the apparent
owner of the bird Goldie was trying to catch. "Gravity spinner
what?" Goldie asked "The best thing i've found so far is a
newish toaster." She then looked at the green pony "You built
it? Does that mean you tossed it away?" Goldie began to look
around, a gleam in her eyes. She didn't know what the spinning
flip flop was, but from the slight description alone she knew
she had to get to crack one open, and see how it worked. Finders
keepers and all that, rules of the junk yard. At least when
you're there alone
"Who were you again?" Goldie turned to the green pony again. If
this pony was building crazy sounding things, that seemingly
proved lot's of ponies wrong, surely she should have heard about
him?
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Re: Dumpster Diving
By: Haywire Date: July 2, 2018, 11:29 am
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"Neat! A new-ish toaster is a pretty fancy find since most of
the stuff here is old-full!" Haywire congratulated with a grin.
He paid no mind to the bowl Golden disposed of as he also
sometimes floated bowls around with him only to realize that he
needed instead for them to be somewhere else. How exactly they
had been floating at the time may or may not have had something
to do with the decision. Bubo did give it a curious glance as it
sailed away but found no reason to worry about it and instead
continued to lok between the two ponies as they spoke.
"A gravity spinner flip," Haywire said again to clarify as if
talking about a dishwasher or spork, "it flippy spins gravity to
make gravity easier to spin flip. That way the spinner flippers
can keep right when they are flippin' and spinnin' and gravity
can't have any say in the matter. Unless it wants to in which
case that's cool cause I'm open to suggestions. I did build it,
but I think it would fit best to say that it tossed me away like
a bubblegum wrapper when it got all fussy and decided to asplode
while flipping to much spinny gravity, but I'm sure at least a
few pieces and bits reached Ponyville. The umbrella bell bottom
at least should have flung this way and its the piece that has
the most blinky lights so its the best part. That or it was the
tractiomatic, but I feel like I'd be seeing tire tracks by now
if it was or at least be hearing puttering and a crowd of
cheering onlookers urging it to smush things.
"Oh, I'm Haywire, by the way, and this here is Bubo!" He
introduced himself with Bubo giving a whistle at the mention of
his own name, "What's your name? And what are you gonna use that
new-ish toaster for? I'd fix it up and add some power then use
it to launch toast all the way across town in a new breakfast
bid to build the bestest bistro boasting bread bombarding brunch
this side of Equestria."
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Re: Dumpster Diving
By: Golden Gear Date: July 23, 2018, 4:33 pm
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The toaster was definitely neat. Especially since all that was
wrong with it was that who ever owned it, had seemingly pushed
their break cutting board in it, instead of a bread, and after
the thing got stuck, it was tossed. Must have been some old
pony...
Goldie blinked few times as Haywire explained this gravity
doo-hickey to her. From a quick glance it all seemed just mumbo
jambo, but there was a hint of prefessionalism in there, as if
it had actually happened. What ever this tired umbrella monster
was, surely it would have been found aldeary, if it still
resided in the junkyard. Unless the thing was intelligent and
was now stalking them, ready to attack and... How did he say it?
"Smush" them on the spot. Goldie felt slight shivers run down
her spine from the thought of it.
Snapping out of her little horror train of thought, Goldie
blinked before heeding the call for introductions. "Oh! Nice to
meet you Haywire, and Bubo" Goldie reached her hoof for a shake
"I'm Golden Gear, and... Well yeah. Just Golden Gear" Lacking a
side kick to introduce, Goldie quickly wanted to draw attention
back to the possibly murderous Gravity spinner flip, but was
beaten to it, with the toaster again. If she didn't know better,
Goldie might have thought that this pony was after her toaster.
"I dunno. Fix it at first, i suppose. Unless i need the heating
element for something else, then i probably cram something else
inside it. Something not toaster." Toaster launcher sounded cool
though. Instead of a bistro, Goldie would probably use it to
launch burnt bread to her neighbor's open windows though. "I
wonder if it could launch burning bread..." Goldie wondered out
loud.
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Re: Dumpster Diving
By: Haywire Date: September 17, 2018, 2:14 am
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"OR, what if you could make it so you could load toast into
it... then launch UNTOASTED bread!?" Haywire, excited by the
idea, seemed to vibrate ever so slightly before spinning on his
hooves to face Bubo, "Imagine the world we would live in! To
unlock the secrets to reverse-toastificiation! No more scrip
scrappin away ruined bread! Just try until its burnt the way you
like it!" Just as Haywire was asking Bubo his opinion of the
perfect level of burnt, to begin the process of gathering a
general consensus to start from, there came a sudden eruption of
junk from between Haywire and Golden. Bubo hopped back in
surprise while Hay only snapped his attention back towards the
thing responsible.
Between them now jerkily stomped and jumped a pony shaped thing
possessing a metallic sheen and simple but menacing features, a
grumpy expression etched into the curved plate that acted as its
face just below frayed wires forming a makeshift and messy mane.
From its back sprouted four stiffly jointed but erratically
flailing arms ending in pop guns that seemed to not care at what
they were aiming. On the side of this thing sprouted a short
length of metal that ended in a flat plate. Shouting, the metal
pony demanded surrender and reverence as it hopped about the
ponies ankles, this being because it stood - at best - a mere
four inches tall.
"-gold and biscuits!" it cried, its pop guns firing off in quick
succession which soon led to the action figure sized thing to
cease its erratic behavior long enough to calmly reload the
string and plugs back into each one, "A castle built to rise
from heaps of fluffy blankets and dashed contingencies!" it
continued with another pair of pops, "Praaaise you'rrrre...
neeewesssssst...... deeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-....." slowly the metal
pony began to lock up, an audible clicking coming from its inner
workings as its movements gradually slowed down and eventually
ceased all together.
"Oh, hold on a sec..." Haywire muttered, reaching down to crank
the key like object and wind the angry little pony back up,
"Okay, sorry." he apologized just as it sprang back to life.
"-ity with bent straws and salted seashells!" Finishing his
current barrage of harmless pop shots, two tiny slits lifted on
the metal pony's face plate to reveal small beams of light that
cast the shadowed image of a butterfly on the left and a smokey
chimney on the right.
"Careful!" Haywire warned Golden, lifting a hoof and dropping
into a readied stance, "He's skipping right to his third mode!
If he gets you in the eyes you'll see spots for almost five
whole minutes!" the metal pony whipped its beams in Haywire's
direction where the stallion tried to duck out of their way but
was caught just well enough to get flashed.
"Ack!" he cried with a slight stumble, "He got me goggles!
They'll be seeing spots for minutes! Bubo! Help!" Bubo, in
response, pointed a wing at the small metal pony and made the
repeating sound of a zappy gun to which the assailant dropped
low and took cover behind a dented can.
"Resistance is better armed than expected!" it announced,
waiting for a pause in Bubo's imitated fire to roll out from his
safety and cause two wings to sprout from just beneath the arms
on its back, "tactical retreat required!" From the wings
deployed two tiny engines that whirred as he jumped and launched
himself into the air to take off. There was a hiccup however as
the wings seemed to have been installed upside down and instead
of flying off to safety the little pony was jack hammered back
down into the junk pile beneath them where he disappearing into
the cobbled mess and caused a splash of washers and screws.
Haywire shielded himself from the spray and double checked his
goggles before looking at the junk around them. "I'll go get
him." he volunteered with a small giggle just before sinking
into the junk like he'd stepped into a pool of quicksand.
Bubo looked to where Hay had sunk. Then over towards Golden.
Then to where the metal pony had been buried... Then to
Golden... Then to the camera during a slow zoom in...
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