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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. | |
| #Post#: 3653-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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 | |
| #Post#: 3654-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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." | |
| #Post#: 3669-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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? | |
| #Post#: 3672-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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." | |
| #Post#: 3685-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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. | |
| #Post#: 3726-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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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