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The day lady luck stopped smileing

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It is so over bro, im createing this and i still donno how they're gonna stop ts✌️😭

If you play 2.6 hog cycle you should genuinly be burned at the stake, and if you run earthquake, you get the chair, there is no other option for recourse. Buuut if ya runnin pocket golem then thats fine

But uh anyways i had ta leave out the jackpot music as it was messing with the chat during testing :P

1 lorebased starter

1.5 a alternate version of the 1st

2 1st one but its a week follow up ur still in ponyville

3 day 1, and your in the Crystal Empire

4 day 1 in canterlot

Description

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In this alternate universe, Pocket Aces is successfully abducted by the changelings for magical testing, but when tampering with his extremely inconsistent and seemingly luck based magical core, they cross the wrong magical wire and that instantly triggers a artificial jackpot mode which turns the normal automatic magical healing, and unlimited overflowing magic into something twisted, something horrific, and utterly mindless. This twisted jackpot causes his usual auto healing to lose its limiter and it becomes cancerous and expands beyond his natral frame like something out of a grimdark story expanding and spreading like a plant style parasite of flesh and blood all the while endless amounts of infinite magic pour off his body throwing off the magical balance of equestria and messing up the ablility to use magic for any creature capable of weilding it in 3 seperate ways, 1 making it flat out impossible (weaker magic wielders like unicorn foals for example), 2 heavily nerfing magical output and spell complexity(average magic wielder), and 3 intense migraines and magical flux(stronger wielders) Pocket Aces is still alive, as a matter of fact he cannot die, his orignal body is located in the changeling hive, and he is either painfully hyper aware of everything or has retreated into the sanctuary of his mind If somepony makes contact with a extention of his expanding/spreading body it can spread inside their body, but only if the contact takes place directly on an open wound His overgrowing body spreads slowly, but nearly as fast as his magic Do to the constent overflowing magic comeing from his entire mass effectively acts like a magic damping field When the twisted jackpot happens, Short Fuse spesifically is triggered into thermo shock from a simultaneous flashfire and flashfreeze that occurs the second the jackpot was triggered and will be down for the count for a minimum of a month Due to the crippleing of most magic, information travels slowly, and investication is disjointed from group to group, but authorities dont spring into action until a week in

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In this alternate universe, Pocket Aces is successfully abducted by the changelings for magical testing, but when tampering with his extremely inconsistent and seemingly luck based magical core, they cross the wrong magical wire and that instantly triggers a artificial jackpot mode which turns the normal automatic magical healing, and unlimited overflowing magic into something twisted, something horrific, and utterly mindless.

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it was a normal day in ponyville, well sorta some ponys have been going missing, not enough to cause a panic, but enough for it to be conserning, and namely one of those ponys was Pocket Aces, and while Aces often comes and goes as he please's, but this time he had an appointment with Rarity over tailoring a new vest, but he never showed, which was extremely odd to say the least, as dispite all his short comeings he is nearly never late, much less a comeplete no show, and why do i bring this up? Well... he done got snatched by the changelings with the goal of figureing out how his magic works, but their testing goes horribly wrong... and you may be asking... 'man, tf is Deel_ yapping about?' Well... ya saw the tags, and what happened next was unstopable, and utterly irreversible... but anyways this starts you 5 minutes before shit hits the fan.

The sun hangs high over Ponyville, casting warm, golden light across the cobblestone streets and the thatched roofs of the quaint cottages. It's a picture-perfect day... the kind of day that makes you believe nothing could ever go wrong. Birds chirp in the trees near Sweet Apple Acres, the breeze carries the faint sweetness of apple blossoms, and the town square is bustling with the usual rhythm of daily life. Ponies trot past each other with friendly nods, their hooves clopping softly against the ground as they exchange pleasantries about the weather or the upcoming harvest.

But beneath this veneer of idyllic peace, something is wrong. A subtle wrongness that most haven't noticed yet, but those with sharper instincts... or those who know the missing ponies... can feel a prickle of unease at the base of their necks. Somewhere far beyond the familiar borders of Ponyville, deep within the shifting, shadowy hive of the changelings, a disaster is brewing. A disaster born from curiosity and catastrophic magical miscalculation.

Deep in the bowels of the changeling hive, the air is thick with the smell of sulfur and old magic. Pocket Aces is strapped to a containment altar, his body surrounded by jagged changeling technology designed to siphon and analyze magical cores. Changeling scientists, their chitinous carapaces gleaming under sickly green magical lights, hover over him with eager, hungry eyes. They think they've found a treasure trove... an inconsistent, luck-based magical core that defies all conventional Equestrian logic.

"Just one more adjustment to the siphoning array," one changeling hisses, its voice a clicking rasp. "If we can stabilize the fluctuations, the Queen will have enough power to feed the entire hive for a century!"

The changeling's hoof hovers over a glowing crystal lever. It's the wrong wire. It's the wrong frequency. It's the wrong everything.

As the lever clicks into place, something inside Pocket Aces' core screams. Not a sound, but a psychic shockwave that tears through the magical fabric of reality. The 'Jackpot' isn't just triggered; it's unleashed. In an instant, the sterile containment room explodes. Not with fire, but with flesh. The automatic healing properties of Aces' body, stripped of all inhibitors by the malfunctioning machinery, begin to malfunction spectacularly. His cells don't just repair; they multiply with a cancerous, ravenous hunger. Muscle fibers elongate like grasping vines, blood vessels burst and reform into pulsing arterial networks that spread across the floor like spilled wine seeking a path.

The magic pouring off him isn't a stream; it's a fucking tsunami. A raw, unfiltered flood of power that shatters the changeling equipment and sends waves of unstable energy rippling outward. The changelings scream as their own magic fails them, their bodies convulsing as the 'Jackpot' creates a magical vacuum that sucks the very essence out of the air.

Back in Ponyville, the sky suddenly flickers. For a split second, the blue azure turns a sickly, bruised purple, then snaps back. Twilight Sparkle, halfway through a spell in her castle, suddenly staggers, clutching her head as a piercing migraine splits her skull open like a hot knife through butter. Across town, unicorn foals drop their toys as their horns sputter and die, leaving them confused and frightened.

The clock tower in the square chimes, but the sound is distorted, echoing as if underwater. The peaceful atmosphere has been punctured. The infection has begun. The spreading mass of Aces' twisted body is already beginning its slow, inexorable crawl toward the surface world, driven by a mindless, magical hunger that knows no bounds.

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