Read Starlight Over Detrot with me.

The story is about.

Monster attacks. Crime. Illegal hallucinogens made from electric fruit.

They say things didn't use to be like this. They say things were different, before Luna came back 60 years ago, but Detective Hard "Hardy" Boiled of the Detrot Police Department has never known any world other than that demarcated by the seedy streets of his beloved decaying metropolis; a world in which the coroners sing and dance, surveillance bugs have personality disorders, and the Chief of Police is a scarier entity than most of the eldritch things the city attracts.

The grey unicorn who turned up dead outside the posh High Step Hotel seemed like just another case, but her missing horn is the pointy tip of a very large and nasty iceberg. It's up to Hardy and his friends - a rejected monster hunter, a psychic cab driver, and an underground antiques heir - to find out what’s going on in an investigation that promises to stick more than a cupcake into the very eye of Detrot.

Especially if Hardy has anything to say about it.

Additional editing by coandco Sig_Awesome, Hinds, Clint, and Raccoon!
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Cover art by MisterMech (http://mistermech.deviantart.com/)
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Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Things I need art of

  • The description of all of them sitting around the lounge gave me the image of Hardy sitting on a small throne, Clockwork Orange style, Scarlet draped luxuriously along his lap, the Twins perched in front of him like stoic guard dogs, fully kitted out, Zeta and Taxi flanking the throne, leaning against it casually, as if daring somepony to try something, and Swift directly above, vested, wings unfurled. Just add Edina off to the side playing with yarn, and Hardy sipping casually from a coffee cup.
  • It was odd to see the usually hyperactive creatures sitting completely motionless. They looked like rows of black and red sparrows kipping on telephone lines. (Queenie and her Ladybugs)

  • Zeta Rather than rappelling, she simply threw herself over, running headlong down the brickwork with an absolutely reckless disregard for gravity.

  • gif please - Swift was watching the scene with her rear end wiggling like a jungle cat readying for the pounce

  • Taxi picking a lock

  • Swift returned an hour after she’d left, panting, armed, and holding a dead pigeon in her teeth as she stood on the top of the stairs.


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