Community Post #145 - Inside the mind that brought you Fish Finger and Custard Sandwiches

Community Post #145​

In the momentary lapse of activity that indicates thought, a conversation took place. If the time it took was a timeline, it would be the thickness of a hair. If it was recorded, it alone would have only be a infinitesimal blip of activity. This sort of thing is going on constantly inside your very head, as your own personal Greek Chorus evaluates every sensation and helps you interpret it.
This is one of those blips, found in Foxytail's head, found at precisely now. Stretched and slowed so you and I can hear it properly.

A more warrior esque type that appeared rather stocky as she walks to the console and sits down in the chair before it. Her tight suit shirt and tie giving her an authoritative air as she stretches. Her bright red skin meaning that she rather stood out against the colours of the room.

"So what's the job today?" It said. At a guess, it's likely this is Foxy's Anger.

"It's community post time! Yay, I loved writing these!" Said the overly large hoodie with something yellow poking out of it. As it bounces forwards, the bright pink hoodie lollops along with every movement. It was as if a plush jellyfish had learned to walk and then swallowed a lightbulb. This, as far as we can discern, is Foxy's Joy. "What do we have?"

"We have some references, a few ideas based on other cartoons and some films as well." The other figure that appeared to have become engulfed in a hoodie is Sadness, most assuredly. The cream white thing hid her face quite easily, like a cloak with drawstrings around the hood.

"Ugh, forget the TV shows, everyone's riding that train." Said Disgust. At least, we are adamant this is Disgust. As she slinks in with her purple dress and neck-tie, she lowers her sunglasses to look over the screen.

Sadness deflates slowly with the sigh: "I miss watching TV."

The Hoodie that Joy's face beamed out of directed the light of her smile right at Sadness: "Don't worry Sadness, we'll have plenty of time after this! Night of Champions, Doctor Who, My Little Pony... Oh I can't wait!"

"Oh joy, I like Doctor who. It can get really sad and tense..." Apparently, this was...good?

"Oh don't get me started when people start dying!" Anger grins wickedly, a smile slicing across her face as she pounds and grinds a fist into his other hand.

A Face suddenly pops out into view: "Wait, is someone going to die on Doctor Who?" A tall, weedy looking figure zips across to the console, her glasses slipping. She clutches a small Pinkie Pie plushie tightly to her overly large T-Shirt that seemed more like a dress. This is Fear, according to our analysis.

"Now now! We'll get to see it when we're done here! Focus!" Joy raises her hands, the sleaves drooping around them, and appears to visualise the task at hand between them. "So first we need a topic!"

Disgust starts the discussion: "Let's just stay away from My Little Pony. Tyro might have made people think a bit too deep about it last time."

A nod from Joy: "Understood, we need something that makes people happy!"

"Are you sure? I like a good argument..." Anger asks, looking hopeful.

"Ooh, arguments can be fun! What kind can we think of?" Joy said excitedly, looking at her colleages.

Saddness takes in a breath, seemingly to puff herself up: "We could ask if Chrysalis was really a bad guy... pony.... thing." Having expended the courage, and the air in her lungs, she slinks back out of sight.

Disgust gasps, inspiration had struck! "I know! She may not have been the nicest queen but she had style, you know what I mean?

"But she fed on your love and made you mindless zombies!" Fear cries out, rushing to plead with the group. "Do you want that to happen?"

Joy chuckles to herself. Her colleagues would need a little guidance here.

"Woah woah, we're going off topic here. We said keep off the ponies, right? What about games?"

Anger takes this one: "What about games? The only games we've played in the last four days are board games, and we lost every single one!"

"I know, I know, it was a stressful time for all of us." Joy pleads.

"Not for me, I was having a field day!" Anger cackles, the noise managing to have a gleeful menace to it.

"I swear, if you hit any of those swear buttons again they'll break." Disgust sneers, pointing to the array of red buttons labeled with...well, mainly unprintable things. Trust us, some get rather colourful.

Anger smirks, waving a reassuring hand. Or what she thought was reassuring. "Oh, they're robust, don't you worry!"

"I'm sorry I kind of took your job for a while Joy." Came a sudden, quiet voice.

"It's fine! It's ok!" Joy turns to the group, hoping that this session could still be kept on track. "Let's just keep going! Think positive! Come on, what is there to write about?"

"Well if you want a GOOD game, how about Them's Fighting Herds?" Disgust suggests.

"Fighting?!" Fear immediately springs into action. She jerks behind sadness, hiding behind her like a shield. "I don't like the sound of that. Do you know how many things you can hurt fighting?"

Anger stands, fists raised. She shadow boxes a little, bobbing and weaving around imaginary strikes. "Speak for yourself, count me in!"

"Don't worry, it's not even out yet..." Sadness said, attempting to calm Fear.

"But it looks so cool!" Joy said. "With the kicking and the magic and the WOW!" She was visibly shaking, as if containing enough fizz to rocket her into the ceiling.

"We could talk about why they couldn't finish Fighting is Magic." Sadness suggests again, having found more resolve to speak up. Though, this wasn't sitting well with Joy.

"...or why they could keep going with this!

"Well we better pledge to their funding or we will seriously be not happy!" Disgust reminds. Anger boils slowly at the thought, sunspots appearing as she gets steamed.

"I swear if this isn't fulfilled-"

Fear suddenly grabs Sadness, clutching her close: "Oh no, I can't handle this!"

This was getting out of hand. "Everyone RELAX!" Joy screams over the others. "It'll be fine! Let's just... let's just focus on something else! How about... Movies?"

"Movies? Hmm... Movies I'm ok with."

"Yeah, we've seen a few good ones recently."

"I like movies."

"Oh yes, I'm quite happy to see a movie."

Finally, a consensus.

"Great!" Joy sighed with relief. "What have we seen in the past few months?"

"Does WWE Count?" Anger asked, hand raised.

Disgust grinds from ear to ear at that: "Muscled sweaty men throwing each other about... I'd like to talk about that."

"I don't think we can talk about that here." Sadness adds.

"But we can talk about the fun films too!" Joy said, trying a little harder to push for a good idea. "Avengers: Age of Ultron was amazing!"

Disgust kills that idea quickly. "Uh Joy, that was months ago. Try to keep up!"

Anger tries another idea, hand still up: "Can we argue about Pixels again?"

"No!" Fear grabs Sadness again, clutching her tightly like a security blanket. She was shaking like a wet leaf. "No, I can't take that again!"

"Oh I know!" Joy said, triumphantly. "There was that amazing film about people's heads... oh what was it called again?"

"Total Recall?"

"No, a modern film. About... feelings."

"Up? That was pretty emotional."

"No, we saw it in the cinema, come on!"

Sadness pipes up just enough to be heard. "Uh.. Guys... we've ran out of time."

Joy breaks her own mental gymnastics at the jarring news. "What?"

"We've run out of time to write the post." Sadness explains, pointing to the large viewscreen in front of them all. On it, there is a Skype window from Tyro, asking for a Community Post. "It needs to be handed in now."

Joy stamps her foot: "Son of a-"

"Hey! That's MY job!" Anger snaps, moving towards the room's console and punctuating that with a slam on the curse word selection.

The created expletive string was impressive as it was not only loud but involved the ill fated meeting of a penguin and a giraffe getting stuck in a tight alleyway as well as the unfortunate offspring that would produce.

It was later recorded as a creature that would be amazing at swimming as it could be underwater but use it's own head and neck like a periscope. It was named Arnold and has been elected as Mayor of Foxy's imagination 6 times. Considering it's competition was a vague outline of Colin Creevy from Harry Potter (only a vague outline because no one can ever be bothered to imagine him properly) and a rocket powered Tiger that shot lasers from his nostrils that was created the last time Foxy was drunk, it's amazing Arnold ever managed it. That is some stiff competition. Colin is a real smooth talker and the Tiger just threatens to laser everything.

I had a point, didn't I? Umm...Oh yes! Community Post. OK...Uh, don't do drugs and then on with the show. Yes.

Recommended Reading

First off, we got jokes! Both are pretty good. Thanks Candy Star!

Next, we have an interesting subject: Spin-Offs to MLP. Other than Equestria Girls. Honestly, I would be somewhat cautious about that as, well, as much as I like the Equestria Girls stuff, it was always crystal clear the point was to peddle more Barbie-esque dolls that looked nothing like the characters themselves and more like tall Bratz dolls that were rolled in glitter. It depends on how Hasbro can be handled because they can make or break anything that branches off of this show in a big way.

Thrashy has been making some more artwork. That's good. Though, I have no idea that the 'belly boop' was a thing. Is it sweeping the nation? Are parents becoming outraged? Are politicians motioning to band it? Are there talking heads bickering back and forth about it's effect on our media? Have we now got ponies belly bopping all over this great nation of ours in wild packs?

Cute picture though.

Lastly, my Tabletop gaming obsession continues as I've managed to hammer out Version 3 of my special, Co-Op rules for MLP:CCG. The Cutie Mark Map Mode managed to be pretty fun, even though I had two horrible decks kick my arse back and forth for two whole matches.

Ah well, have a good one guys.