Feature Box Frenzy: Who Will Save Me From This Body of Death?

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/274682/who-will-save-me-from-this-body-of-death

Review authored by Wiplash, Chaos Minion Official and undisputed claimant of this domain

Hiyas, friends of chaos! This is my blog now, any and all who question my reign will be disposed of violently and incoherently. Unlike Waffle-head, I write with my heart, using real words to express myself as clearly as I can. Questions with regard to how I got here, who I am or why I’d be interested in being a pony fiction opinionator-person will be directed to the excution barracks where you will be exescused for asking such a stupid question to my face. Then, without further ado, review-time!

Something is wrong with Twilight, full stop! Is that good; does that make for a passable summary? Yes? No? Um, Twilight goes out of her way to get some coffee, and she seems kind of groggy while she’s doing it. A looming suspense commences, something is ahoof with Twilight and we’re left to figure out what. The background telling alludes to it with greater and greater emphisasis, she can’t think of anything other than the Book and the Project, capitalized in-story so you know something’s wrong! Check below the break for my hopefully words of wisdom:

Twi is making it hard on her friends, seriously hard. She has been belly-up stuck in the library-tree for one and a half month now, with meager hope of escape. Not literally stuck but mentally stuck. The third person in this story is detached, though they give us the scoop on everything. Both how Twilight perceives, considers and handles the situation, and what’s actually happening around her. We’re given the chance to diagnose the situation before it comes to a close. I can personally say that I was wrong, although the author’s intentions seemed to shift midway through, also judging by their own words.

You will find this story has an emotionally affecting backbone to it, that the reason for puh-Twi’s “condition” makes her “reversion” all the more tragic in the reader’s eyes, though I won’t spoil any more than that. Equal opportunity, quality writing seems to include a cuttable feeling of anticipation, ever growing until “why” is revealed, hastily and naturally and interestingly with a strong denouement that really makes you think about the implications of the trap Headlight hobbles into.

Atmospheric goodness is a rarity; I cannot fail this story. Although it’s really aggravating when a good-un’ does what it sets out to do and then stops in its tracks. C’mon, you can build on that, bud! Please! Though I suppose that kind of is the magical world of one-shots, isn’t it? Read and consume, appreciate tenderly because these only come along every other day and they’re super-irritating to find so stay on track, never look back. ♪ Flay yo back, sever the tracks. ♫ :P

SPOILERS4LIFE:

It’s a metaphor for drug use, okay? You got that? Now, let’s move on to the important stuff. Twilight can’t leave the Project; she can’t get her mind off of it. If she stays away from it for too long, her head goes coo-coo and she must return, no matter what the cost. The cure: keep ‘er away from et for more than 30 minutes. Harder than you may think, it is, apparently, because the Princesses themselves can’t be bothered to do it. Even though they know of her condition and it has been going on for one and half a month. Rather, it’s absurd. If they can’t, who could, ever?

Well, Twi’s friends apparently, her friends who apparently put themselves in mortal danger, trying to save her, while the Princesses sits in their castles, sipping tee. What ‘e ‘eck, man, this is a plot hole! Probably the weak point of the story this is, considering it’s even integral to the ending exposition, to the falling action and denouement. The reason why the remane five knows what they do is because of Celestia. You may put yourself in mortal danger, trying to save Twilight if you’re a mere pony, this is all but made clear. If you’re Celestia however, well, you get it. It ain’t deadly but it’s a crack, you don’t fail to notice a crack, unfortunately.