I agree. They have a very limited mindset. Even a child would figure out that people can be greedy or selfish because food, houses and furnitures don't fall from the sky. If JDR had put the smallest amount of effort in her 400 000 words turd, she would have figured out that the pony society would quickly become a lot worse than earth unless they were all near-exceptional, not self-aware at all and 100% self-sufficient so everyone could have a job and the resources wouldn't run out. Basically, everything should go perfectly without any kind of infrastructure behind it and everyone should be infinitely happy and have all the free time they want.God, the whole "HUMENS AER EVUL!" thing really gets under my skin.
I don't know if it's the fact that the people saying it are being hypocrits, or if it's because I myself am a human and I would like to believe that I'm not a greedy individual.
There is the alternative conversion bureau stories which features the ponies as the bad guys, humans as awesome, and essentially calling out authors who make the ponies so perfect.I feel for the people that write this sort of thing. They see their lives as bleak and see themselves as helpless to stop it. True or not, that is a pitiable mindset.
That being said, I think I read somewhere that one of the chapters has the lead singer of Sabaton as the main character. And he has super powers. That's almost hilarious enough for me to read, but not enough.
We finally found a use for the world nuclear arsenal!
Yeah, we have nukes to deal with pastel horses and the bronies that wish to be them. Plus, we have better friendship than them because we'd unite under a common goal of ridding autism.
Do you have any content to share about The Conversion Bureau? The fandom is pretty much dead, even Chatoyance acknowledges itThere needs to be renewed interest to this thread. But screw it.
And not a bit of it holds a candle to that first year writing Conversion Bureau stories, here on Fimfiction. It was the single happiest year of my life. It is eternal shame and a condemnation of humanity itself that it was forced to end the way it did, destroyed by evil man-children who only take joy in the pain of others, and by faithless fools who felt appeasing haters had value above maintaining friendships. I was not a misanthrope when I came here, but I am now because of here.
Fuck humans. I am convinced they are doomed to a nasty end of their own devising. No loss.
Of course, I am sad that the Bureau genre was destroyed, that it will never be properly appreciated by the fandom, that it will be deliberately erased by those too ignorant to grasp it. But, that is, after all, the end of all endeavor here, on earth. Nothing lasts, not even your name, not even the memory of your time. All that history will ever keep is illusions of the past, the truth lost not for lack of documentation, but care, or social politics, or simple foolishness. Nothing remains of anything. So you must revel now, for there is no later, and you will be forgotten and all your works lost. And if you do anything profound, barbarians will crush it, for no other reason than it was a voice other than their own.
Well, Rest in Peace.Do you have any content to share about The Conversion Bureau? The fandom is pretty much dead, even Chatoyance acknowledges it