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Dash Stronghold Assault #5

Between the last episode and this one, SuperGigaSamuri slew the dragon all by himself ;) though Dash helped by knocking out a bunch of towers! We proceed to place the egg, only to find the machine’s derped.

NEXT time we have some changes.

Enderman are not confined to caves. They spawn around that quartz circle near the cave. They have a special sideways sign (because they’re Enderman) saying the mine belongs to Endermen, piss off. They’re gonna be more of an issue for sure.

The Cockroach spawner won’t destroy itself so easily. Floor of the portal room is now obsidian, as is the lava pit, so they won’t obliterate themselves before wrecking you. Coming down from above is still the best approach but may not be enough.

Any fool can place the egg now, so the win condition is guaranteed to work. BUT, the machine physically flings guilty players away from it. I don’t know if it’s possible to fight this in singleplayer but I do know only the Fluttershy may approach. That should work as the final machine tweak.

We will begin another session at a preannounced time, and I’ll probably be announcing when that is, on FIMfiction and the private Blue Vanilla mailinglist. This will be more of a speed run approach: go directly for the stronghold and the Ender Dragon ASAP, if you can get the egg do it, if you leave it back at spawn leave a sign so you can be credited. The Fluttershy will place it and we’ll finally have a endgame that works dramatically :)

Yeah, it’s Applejack left holding the bag on this one: the skin server’s being updated and AJ turned up for some reason.

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Off With Her Head!

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