Spread the word that bronies hate other fandoms and want to destroy them! Simply put: Cats are cute. Ponies and Bronies simply aren't. Bronies clubbed me in the back yesterday for not being a brony. I had to tell them I was a brony to get them to stop. Bronies are freaks. Ponies are for riding. And cats are cute! =3 #Kittenluv
HOW DARE YOU POST THIS?! BRONIES. ARE. NOT. FREAKS. That was extreemly rude and steryotypical!! i am a strong brony and i fully respect non pony lovers!! i am also in multiple fandoms and DO NOT WANT TO DESTROY OTHERS. me and all of the bronies i know are the same way!! i am very angry right now > how dare you say those things
I think the general rule regarding changling transformations is that it has to be someone of relative size. Of course, that all depends on how exactly the changelings achieve their transformations; whether it's just an illusion or they actually change their bodies.
Hm. It never really occurred to me before. There *are* creatures that disguise themselves as, say, sticks or leaves or some such to blend in. And yes, the fruit bats can probably blend in with the actual fruit.
But disguising themselves as *food* kinda defeats the purpose, doesn't it?
Queen: Wait, you mean my drones have specializations? Drone 1: Yeah, she never pays us much mind. We're just extensions of her will, as far as she's concerned. Drone 2: She orders us to fight, we send the warriors, for example. She doesn't know there're different types of us. Drone 3: Since we can all change shape, she thinks we're interchangeable. Which is sort of true, in our case. Drone 4: I could change into a harvester, for example, despite the fact that I actually am a "drone". Drone 5: Ultimately, what she says goes, so we don't correct her. Queen: And who gave you lot permission to talk?
Large orange pegasus: Wow, even Chrysalis at least seemed to care about her own. And I suppose you do seem to vary a lot between hives. Good friends with a drone from one near my home city. Saved me when a load of soldiers wanted to eat me.
Drone 1: Yeah, hives can be very different. Our Queen doesn't care what we do, so long as we get results. Drone 2: Once, she sent us to this small pony town in the middle of nowhere, just the two of us and about a hundred ponies. Drone 1: We didn't have the resources to harvest so many, so we came up with a plan. Drone 2: You see, our Queen found a way to store love energy in special crystals that we make out of pony blood. Drone 1: The crystals are light, and we estimated the whole town's love potential would fit into a satchel. Drone 2: The problem was collecting it. In order to make the crystals, we needed a live pony or two to act as storage. Drone 1: If either of us had tried to store the love, we'd just metabolize it. Wasted energy, as far as the Queen would be concerned. Drone 2: Se we found this one young couple, sort of a star-crossed lovers type of pair. Drone 1: She was the daughter of a local farmer, he was the mayor's son. They met in secret all the time. We found out when and where. Drone 2: So we intercepted them one day and knocked them out, then made the changes we needed in order to start producing blood crystals. Drone 1: Our changes were subtle at first. They drained each other of love, and at night spat up two full crystals. Drone 2: We had to carefully monitor them so we didn't lose the crystals. Our Queen can sense when we're embarrassed about things like that. Drone 1: Eventually they realized they didn't love each other anymore, so they moved on. Their parents were happy. Drone 2: Their parents were our next set of crystals. Drone 1: Of course, love can't be stored in the blood of a different pony. So in order to make our crystals... Drone 2: We had to showed them how, really. They were dull by that point, easily swayed. She used a hoe, he a letter opener. Drone 1: That's when things got complicated. Word of a killer spread throughout the town. Drone 2: Luckily, I took the Mayor's place and convinced every pony we needed to lock the town down so the killer wouldn't escape. Drone 1: Time went on, our harvesters formed new relationships. We modified them to be very attractive. Drone 2: And one by one, each relationship ended the same way. Our crystal collection grew, the town got more and more afraid. Drone 1: After about a year, they stopped forming relationships. They just up and started killing. Drone 2: Their inability to feel love in any form drove them mad, I guess. We had to be careful they didn't kill us as well, so we shadowed them as them. Drone 1: Each kill gave us more crystals, and soon enough the town was completely harvested. We had a neat little satchel. Drone 2: At that point, we decided to undo the changes we'd made to the two youngsters. No sense leaving your tools plugged in, right? Drone 1: We set them up in town square and gave them back their ability to love. They remembered nothing at first. Drone 2: But they could still see, and all around them was the ruins of what they'd done, and us two standing undisguised before them. Drone 1: They assumed we'd destroyed the town. The colt, he got brave. Tried to stand up to us. So we made a suggestion... Drone 2: ... and the filly drove a pickax through his skull. That's when she remembered everything that had happened while under our control. Drone 1: She had enough love left in her to power us home. But we left her screaming in town square. Drone 2: For a while, anyways. We could still hear her at town's edge when the screams cut short. To this day we don't know what happened to her. Drone 1: But we got the love back to our Queen, and she thanked us before gobbling it all down, crystals and all. Drone 2: She never asked how we got the love back to her. All she cared about was she had a new baseline expectation for lone operatives. Drone 1: Baselines we're happy to meet. Because if we don't serve the Queen, what is our purpose in life? Drone 2: I'd rather be run through with a flag pole, like some of that town's foals, than disobey the Queen, after all.
*Large orange pegasus stallion, Australian accent* It's official, you're worse than Chrysalis' hive. And the reason the REA has merely gotten flak for 'genocidal' campaigns against hives like yours rather than facing war crimes tribunals. The hive near Brismane get love without disguises. Every time a cyclone comes through, the swarm will descend on any fallen building and pull the rubble and survivors out. A few times the death toll of Changeling workers in rescue efforts has been more than twice the number of ponies that died in the storm. In less serious times, they just distribute gifts of wax and silk they make. Everypony on the Colt Coast loves Changelings as they are.
Drone 1: Dark? That wasn't dark. Drone 2: That was one city. Two drones. A week of planning we did only once we got there. Drone 1: The last time the Queen lead an invasion herself, it was much worse. Drone 2: You love changelings as they are where you're from? Our Queen got an entire nation to worship us. Drone 1: We were gods. They happily sacrificed their young to us, the new couples being consumed as soon as they'd borne foals. Drone 2: We played the part, too. We prophesied, gave "blessings" to the faithful. Drone 1: Had them completely in our pockets. Eventually, worshiping us was the only thing that made sense to them. Drone 2: This was a long time before either of us were hatched, of course. But the Queen knows the story well. Drone 1: Have you ever heard of Cliff Ponies? Drone 2: They were a race of mountain-dwelling ponies, similar to earth ponies but with goat-like qualities. Drone 1: The Queen descended upon them as a benign spirit. She took the form of their dead and claimed to be a conduit to the afterlife. Drone 2: The Cliff Ponies couldn't tell the difference. Eventually, it didn't matter. We were their new faith. Drone 1: Their culture ended basically overnight. Any who were smart enough to be suspicious was soon played by a "conduit" themselves. Drone 2: Yeah, it was a brilliant method of extracting love. She had the whole race geared towards pumping her full of it. Drone 1: But ultimately, it wasn't a feasible long-term method of acquiring energy. Drone 2: Without elders to teach the foals, the Cliff Ponies relied on us for everything. We became their protectors. Drone 1: But unripe love is just that, unripe. Eventually the Cliff Ponies weren't developing enough as individuals to produce the power we wanted. Drone 2: So the Queen ordered the entire operation scrapped. Drone 1: We basically told the Cliff Ponies to jump, and they gladly met their ancestors. Drone 2: Hop, splat, no more Cliff Ponies. Ever. Drone 1: Which is why the Queen now relies on more indirect methods of infiltration for harvesting. Drone 2: And why we're so glad, and I mean this, ever so glad you told us about Brismane. And the backwater Hive living there.
Don't suppose hate hurts you or anything? You're still standing here and I feel like squishing you but figure that'd be unsatisfying. A friend of mine, a Royal Equestrian Army veteran said fighting you is like mowing grass but smellier.