So, resubmission is officially over and done with. I think that went very successfully, thank you all so much for your patience. We are finally, finally, finally ready to move on! I'm so excited and proud of all of you! For our restart day, we've received a grand total of 551 armored and uniformed little ponies, all of which you'll find below the break. I think this proves pretty handily just how much smoother everything goes when you've got a functional submission script! =D
Remember, when sending your Day 2 stuff, head on over to this site and fill out the forms as you see them. "Name" means your user name. We had some confusion about that. If you're submitting from DeviantART, remember to send the actual image url and not the deviantART page link. Any other questions or submission derps are always welcome at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Update: There's a minor problem with the submission script which is being attended to. Please, for the love of Celestia, wait a couple of hours before resorting to e-mail. I beg of you.
Day 2: You're In the Army Now
After taking some time to get adjusted to your new life, you finally feel ready to turn up for basic training. Like your bunkmate keeps saying, no point in marching off to war without knowing how to fight, right? The sun is shining painfully bright above you, as the drill instructor barks orders at pair of fencing unicorns.
"No. Guard up, damn you! Up! Riposte! Why aren't you…? Ugh. Just… just take five, everypony."
Now, she turns to you, and the rest of the newbie class, gesturing to the foam swords sitting in front of you.
"Pick those up and find a partner."
It doesn't take long for you to learn you're not cut out for this. It's impossible to get a grip, and all you can manage to occasionally take a clumsy horizontal slash at your sparring partner. You're rewarded for your efforts with a disapproving thwack from the instructor's own foam blade.
"Nmph. Yuh hbth to hrd rt lrrk thth!"
"Thth! Lrrk thth!" She gestures wildly, but does nothing further to communicate her… uh… point.
"Whr mrshf…" Ptooi. "Why would anypony even make weapons like this in a country without hands?"
High above on a tower balcony, Princess Celestia stifles a giggle.
Assignment: Draw a pony in training
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