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Some days it never stopped. It could go on and on, filling every waking moment until the seconds groaned under the strain. Celestia grit her teeth. Her pen spun slowly around and around, pressing down hard in a slow grinding motion against the antique mahogany table. A thin line of smoke rose angrily from its tip, and her eyes were narrow slits glaring hellfire at the back of the room as if she could burn a hole right through the polished marble. With a long, deep breath she refocused her gaze on the reports in front of her, making a new valiant effort to get everything sorted out before the midday meeting. "… seventy million for the R

Something for the "Brony" crowd... (no fear, this won't become a regular thing) From "The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars: the US-Equestrian alliance in World War II." "The most important problem facing any Equestrian military planner was, of course, the roughly 500-mile radius of the Equestrian "bubble" in our space-time. Beyond these limits Equestrian physics rapidly ceases to operate, and while (unlike the larger types of Dragonids) Ponies can operate as functional biological beings outside of 'Celestia's Protection', their para-physical abilities become unusable…" "Equestrian rock-farming techniques had already proven their superiori