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39323512 No. 39323512 Stickied [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Rules#Guidelines

Welcome to /RP/!

Hello there and welcome to the roleplaying board! Here, there be monsters and heroes, demons and heroines, love, adventure, and, of course, ponies of all manner and kind! But before you sink yourself into the world of imagination, please take the time to read a little bit about how the board works and how to join in on the fun!

Table of Contents!


JOINING
A few tips on how to get into this community!
RULES
A brief list to read and follow.
IF YOU HAVE AN ISSUE
A little advice on what to do if you're experiencing a problem.
RESOURCES
Various resources available to enhance your /RP/ experience.
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>> No. 40667227
>>39331273
thats right lol


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40721633 No. 40721633 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Woooo

On this day in history! The Mayflower landed at Plymouth!...sailed from Plymouth and landed at...Plymouth. How about that hurehehr.

The Donut Bar stands a little out of place and a little in the right place. In the bad center of town but everyone inside couldn't be happier. As thoughit had some sort of shield that kept it from the outside world and housed one in its own.

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
Varmus Dick Emporium. "If it hurts, its working."
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>> No. 40721775
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40721775
>>40721765
More independent soldiers than regular grunts, Val.

>Kiddo helped Miya up on the roof.
Snrrrrrkpffhahah. Oh you wonderful little shit.

>Teton flew up on the roof a few moments later, carrying a practice knife resembling closely Val's bayonet and a practice knife for herself, resembling a Bowie knife.

Ready?

>>40721769
...Okay. But you still need to tell me where to go, dear.
>> No. 40721776
>>40721774
"Okay...."
>> No. 40721777
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>>40721775
Ahh Oui, I understand. I have considered joining her for her first deployment.
>She removed her coat and handed it to Kiddo to use as a blanket if she wanted. Miya giggled.
Yeah, it was awesome.~

>Valentina retrieved the fake bayonet, and balancing it on her finger a moment before flipping it up and getting the right grip on it.
Oui ma mere.~


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40712538 No. 40712538 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Planned #Canon: The Devil's Dues #Adventure #Dark #General #Serious #Semi-serious #Normal

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost...How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear? So bitter is it, death is little more...



He seethed and bled, heat and exhaustion and vertigo consuming the blind man's last remaining vestiges of strength with every step he took down the dark and freezing path, deeper and deeper into the winding serpentine streets. Fever and frostbite conspired to murder him before he could take another step, bitter cold and oppressive heat weighing down upon the lost soul. His thoughts had long since lost solidity, the deep, oozing gash in his chest drawing blood away from the finer workings of his mind; the figure's thoughts were as sluggish as they were unfocused, only the singular passage of Aligheri's work repeating like gunfire in his head, every repetition causing his skull to pound harder and harder. His basest instincts told him only to get away, as fast as he could, that nothing else mattered - yet it seemed as though an eternity had passed, and he knew nothing now of what he was running from, who or what had done this to him, and amidst his repetitive musings of the dark forest before him, a lone, barely distinguishable voice in his head argued its point.

Where will I go?

It mattered not, not yet. The further he walked through the concrete forest, the deeper his troubles became, until Dante's trek into the blistering Inferno could only end one way. A nigh-silent, anguished cry left his lips as he felt his legs give out, one by one, his strength finally giving in, his body broken, his spirit mortally wounded. It all came crashi
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>> No. 40721599
>>40718465
>>40719401
Given the amount of noise created by the swarm, Jane doesn't notice the approaching pair until they are almost on top of her. Her first instinct is to shoot now, ask questions never, and even though some small part of her brain registers this as a bad idea, she reaches for her gun on pure reflex.
Gun in hoof, she spins to face them- and puts too much of her weight on her injured foreleg. She stumbles, flails in an attempt to right herself, and loses her gun in the process.
"Son of a-" she begins, but is instantly cut off as an enterprising locust took the opportunity to fly straight into her newly opened mouth.
On reflex she bites down, killing the thing and spitting out ichor and bits of bug.
What a sight she must make, wearing a flag, coated in insects, wobbling drunkenly on her injured leg, and spitting out insect pieces. She was vaguely glad no one was around to see it... other than the orange and blue spacemen.
"Stay back," she yells over the noise, one hoof covering her mouth to prevent more intrepid locusts from flying in. "I'm armed, and I'll shoot if you come any closer."
She desperately hoped the pair hadn't seen her drop her gun, or else her bluff would be obvious.
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>>40721599
If he could see or properly hear the state she was in, Sammy might have pitied her on some level, averse as he was to the very concept of pity. As it was, he could understand that he wasn't moving any longer, so they must either have something in the way, or they were there. Azuli hadn't said there would be any problems, so he had to make an assumption, briefly switching off his radio as he tries to make himself heard over the din.
"Jane!" he calls first, trying not to move around too much, "Jane, it's me, Bishop! I don't know if you can actually hear this, but we have to go, now!" Even as he spoke, he felt the words were somehow stunted. Then again, the hole situation felt alien. His near-total sensory detachment from the one he was actually trying to communicate with was playing havoc with his already compromised sense of awareness.
>> No. 40721621
>>40721609
Jane squints through the swarm, but can't see enough detail to be sure if he's telling the truth.
A dozen different scenarios flash through her mind, but none of them add up. But she could worry about little details later, after she escaped the locusts.
"I don't believe you," she shouts back, "But if you can lead me out of here than do it. Just keep in mind that I'm armed, and I won't hesitate to kill you if you try anything funny. If this is some kind of trap, I'll make sure you die with me."
She casts a quick glance around for her gun, and spots it a few paces to one side. She couldn't go for it while they could see her, in case they themselves were armed. She couldn't see well through the press of the bugs, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
"You go first, I'll follow you."


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40719539 No. 40719539 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-7lvINrYPw

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
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>> No. 40721632
>brb food
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>> No. 40721635
>bump


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40684838 No. 40684838 [View]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Trotswood #Ponies

On the Edge of Equestria near the western forests. Lies Trotswood, a small town on the Edge
of civilization as ponies know it. A haven for the weird and supernatural, Trotswood has
never grown into a particularly large town and though ponies come and go, it needs more
ponies to grow. Ponies who can run shops, work jobs, and defend the town from the horrors
that lurk at its edges. The town is small right now, consisting of a few shops, some homes,
a hospital, and the bar next to the hospital.

Trotswood is supposed to be a growing community, where there is no overall OP to handle anything
but OOC disputes and the rules. Everything is player driven, the story, the town, the ponies in
in the town. It is a place players can make an arc, and bring the whole town into it, you do not have
to make up a setting or anything, just take the town and its basics and make it into a place
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>> No. 40718762
>>40716190
...Watch were you grabbin'.
>> No. 40718850
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>>40717785
Meh, who cares? He is the one who abandoned the town! And if he skipped out of town, he has no reason to have ever known you. Especially if you could cook THIS good.
>> No. 40720121
>>40718762
You can't make me >:I

>>40718850
"I can only cook well because of that place...It just...pisses me off for some reason. Seeing ponies just abandon things like this. He had friends here, y'know...Bet they don't consider him a friend any more..."
She shrugs and takes another bite, huffing softly
"Mmh..."


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40648692 No. 40648692 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Contained #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Serious #Mindfuck #Surreal

Sometimes, well let’s say all times, things are changing. We are judged as human beings on how we treat our fellow human beings. How do you treat your fellow human beings? At night, just before sleep, as you lay by yourself in the dark, how do you feel about yourself? Are you proud of your behavior? Are you ashamed of your behavior? You know in your heart if you have hurt someone, you know.
If you have hurt someone, don’t wait another day before making things right.

The world could break apart with sadness in the meantime.


--Catherine E. Coulson
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>> No. 40719494
>>40719490
Ring holds down the shadow once again
[Turn Skipped]

>>40719491
Tuffle heals herself. She could probably take a little damage now


>>Group HP
Griff: 9/30
Scoots: 4/30
Apple Bloom: 12/36
>> No. 40719495
>>40719491
"Yew don't think it'll heal with her would yew?" Apple Bloom asked still helping keep the shadow down.
1d20 = 1
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>>40719495
>Helping

[To Be Continued]


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40713816 No. 40713816 [View]

This seemed like a really cool idea, so I decided to make my own.

RULES

1. On the thread, you will suggest actions for your character to take.

2. Banter and collaboration is allowed, so are random gifs (but not shitposting, please.)

3. To do anything NSFW or something that has a very clear possibility of getting your character killed, please ask your fellow players if the action should be considered.

4. After you have taken an action, you may not suggest another action until someone else has taken an action.
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>> No. 40713836
>>40713833

I wait patiently.
>> No. 40718408
>I suggest what mondo suggested
>> No. 40719057
>>40718408
All right!

>>40713830
In your bag, you find a pamphlet listing information on the train and a schedule. The next stop is supposedly Appaloosa, but you don't seem even near that. Perhaps you missed your stop? Well, you'd know if you did if you knew where your stop was. However, you do have about 15 bits. 9 of which need to be spent on your next stop.

Last edited at Tue, Dec 16th, 2014 10:36



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40717017 No. 40717017 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-7lvINrYPw

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
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>> No. 40719537
>>40719535
>Wut?

>>40719536
>Brandy takes her by the hoof and leads her along, smiling!

So how have you been~?
>> No. 40719538
>>40719537
"I've been good! The new commercial is out; have you seen it?"
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40714482 No. 40714482 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-7lvINrYPw

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading "Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
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http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40717017.html
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40717017.html
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http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40717017+50.html
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>>40717004
>Lilith waves at Val
Hey...
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>>40717018
"Oh, your clan bas done well to track its history then. And you will eventually take part in that duty as well?"

>>40717022
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"


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40711755 No. 40711755 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Common Sense/Courtesy/Fun #Winter

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the snowy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR


Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the snow. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold. Because it's damn cold out."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
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>> No. 40714481
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40714481
>>40714475
Don't like Billyfish?
>> No. 40714483
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>>40714477
You are a good role model.
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40641768 No. 40641768 [View]
#Open #Canon: The Unikon #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Ponies #Semi-serious

It has been a week since the lands fell to ruin.

The most sacred land among the united tribes was sullied by an Equestrian settlement, known then as Twilight City, suddenly erupted one frosty morning in an endless array of strange demonic spirits, known only to the tribes as the Wendigo.

Just as it was thousands of years ago, the Thunderbird tribe began the long, arduous task of containing and quarantining of the accursed beasts, blanketing the Unikon territories in a permanent winter.

The bears used their abilities to attempt to keep the land healed of the taint that spewed forth from the now desecrated Source, hoping to maintain the natural order as it was.

The wolves took to battle to confront the wendigo, despite knowing well enough the curse they would have to endure, the allure of power that would be strong.

As for the pony settlers, many fled to the south towards the mining settlements of Celestia and Luna, both sister cities now encased in massive walls of stone and lumber. The only things in and out of the settlements now were the occasional armored train, carrying food, mail, and supplies alongside the usual transfer of refugees and soldiers. They had lost contact with the small mission station near Twilight City, the fates of the 100 souls stationed there now unknown to the outside world.
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>> No. 40654430
>>40653800
The young colt nodded with a small grin on his face. "He actually trained me how to. I got enough force in my back legs to shatter ore from the rock." He seemed to beam at that last comment. "I may be short one, but I got it where it counts."

"He's right, though. You're too young to be mining in Prometheus, of all places. Can't you ask to transfer to another mine? Maybe Regality needs help in the administration office." His mom didn't seem to find fault in butting in to the conversation.

"Ma, I told you, I'm not some two bit office pony. Miss Regality is nice and all, but I'd rather be down below where dad should be."

Shotglass rolled her eyes. "I sometimes wish you inherited my brains, not just my mane color... you sound just like your father."
>> No. 40664336
>>40651858
The Warchief felt a shiver crawl through his spine, his body shaking to try and throw it off, as if it were some forest lurker spider. An an uneasy, as well as a feeling of disgust and anger pooled in his gut, an innate sense he just could not seem to shake. Something made him feel that this as a whole was wrong and destructive to tradition as it was to the enemy. This thing was unnatural, the bone and flesh of the earth torn and bent to create nothing seen of this world. A device used to smite his own kin as well as poison the land itself. Its fiery breath chocking the sky, its blood infecting the rivers and ground. He paced up and down the side of the bulky landship, his single working eye tracking across the darkened metal hide that was its hull.

"Victory at any cost, yes...But what would they thing?" he quietly pondered as he stopped at one of the access ladders to the main deck, now looking up at the command bridge at its centre, his own clans flag whipping in the arctic winds along with the other wolf clan heraldry.

"I wonder if there is another way."

"Another way for what, Warchief?" said a grizzled voice, one that sounded as if a bolder were being raked across jagged and stony ground. The Warchief snapped his head in the direction of the sound, a slight startled by the sudden hand over his shoulder. It was nothing more than one of his senior advisers, and long time family friend, Gaius of the Tearing Fang. Somehow he had slipped out of the his sight during the inspection with the various engineers.

"Oh, this. All of it. Weapons of the enemy we use, Gaius. Same ones that slay our kin in droves. Do you not think it is unnatural to use such things? Pollute our own heritage with the inventions of outsiders no less?"

"Tell me, Warchief. Are casting swords, out of the metals drawn from the earth itself unnatural? I too do recall the histories mentioning our people gaining such knowledge from the Thunderbirds many summers ago. But you
>> No. 40713312
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40713312
Sorry for not mentioning it sooner but British really got tied up with shit. If that one guy is still around, I can take over as the general DM/Thread leader


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40554480 No. 40554480 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Limited #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Adventure #Dark #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Unikitty best Unikitty #Don't have a cow, man

"Everyone's okay, right? Right."
You just sent a goddamn giant lizard thing over a cliff. You're more than okay.
"Now, we gotta find a few things. First, the rest of the Hoofen soldiers. They didn't exactly help much..."
Having spent most of today on this island, you can think of a lot of things that could have happened to your escort--eaten by those clawed monkeys, killed by whatever caved in the head of that one guy (why crystals?), lost in the forests surrounding the compound...
"We're probably gonna need shelter, too. It's gettin' dark."

The rumbles of your stomach agree. Shelter would be nice. If only you could've gotten a few things out of the cafeteria...
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>>40710320
Spells don't usually have memories attached to them; rather, they tend to pick up an emotion that is felt during the casting. In this case, the crystals resonate with frustration--not the burning heat of anger, but the dim coals of someone who's gotten tired of waiting. Makes sense--the keypad was the obvious target of somepony's frustrations. The door itself also has latent frustration on it--no doubt from the spell that blasted it down.
Given that the door is inside the hallway, one can assume he smashed it from this side. And from that, you can deduce that he was trying to get in, or possibly to make you think he was trying to get in.

Meanwhile, Rushie has discovered that the doorway was scorched by an explosive, or in her words, "this was a really big boom! No time for flames, just...KABOOM!"
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40710331
"We'll just follow his tracks then, I guess? Alright!" Ember begins to skip a little, down the hallway with the broken down door. Quite a jaunty method of pursuit.
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>>40710331
Dawn draws his revolver, and follows behind in a TACTICAL MANNER.

For a moment he thinks he should be shouting the name of some song by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, so he can mess with gravity mid-combat. He decides to stop that silliness at once.


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40709185 No. 40709185 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Eccentricity

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR9kvbXt4tk

Come on, haven't we evolved to the point in this culture where carrying a purse doesn't necessarily mean you're gay? Can;t it mean you're just eccentric? Well, I guess it could if eccentricity weren't so prevalent. nowadays. Im beginning to think the norm is now Norm Bates. The real freak is the guy who puts on a tie, goes to work, foes his job, comes home, eats food, turns on the tv, and falls asleep next to his wife...now thats weird as shit.

Eccentricity is dead, at least that's what i told my friend Mr. Winkles the monkey thats dressed in a tuxedo who follows me around in a mini porsche squirting people with a seltzer bottle of his own piss.

Listen, the main reason for the death of eccentricity is that we have identified and therefore demystified many of the behaviors that were heretofore huddle under the awning of charming idiosyncrasy. Turns out the loud, smelly, purple haired whale is a tranny and you're triggering her, the reclusive hermit is agoraphobic, the screaming misanthrope has tourettes, and the jovial hay seed who jacks off on his front porch...well thats the President of the United States of America.

God bless a country where our existence infuriates people so much that they go on American media sites everyday to tell us how insane we apparently are.

I have a book here that tells me about American Military
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>>40711749
>>40711750
>Gooood... morning?
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>>40711749
Yeah. The weather is the same in the ocean at a certain depth right?
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#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-7lvINrYPw

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
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>>40709184
>Seriously?

>Just fucking explain instead of bitching and waiting for somebody to ask, otherwise you look like a pic related

>>40709182
"Never know until I try!"
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>>40709187

>Who?

>>40709186

...Been thinking about how immature I am at heart.


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#Closed #Canon: 6A #Chill #Dark #Violence #FiM-only #Semi-serious

You see, the city was going up in flames.

TODAY IN THE NEWS!
BRUTAL ATTACK AGAINST LONESTAR CONVOY LEAVES OFFICERS DEAD, ROYAL CENTURION HOSPITALIZED!

In what will be remembered as the most daring terrorist attack of the decade, a group of unnamed saboteurs turned the Central Divide into a war zone. After an unknown number of assailants—suspected by be between fourteen and twenty—ambushed a Lonestar armored convoy with high explosives and heavy weapons. The attacks left over twenty law enforcers dead; and in the crossfire, Royal Centurion Blue was shot multiple times and fell approximately forty feet onto a side-bridge. He is currently being kept in an undisclosed location, and is reportedly in critical condition. Police are advising citizens to remain indoors, and we will report more on this story as it devel—

TODAY IN THE NEWS:
TERRORIST PLOT UNCOVERED ABOARD PERFECT DAWN!

Breaking news, folks. Mere hours after the devastating gunfight at the Central Divide, a bomb of unknown origin has been discovered aboard the Celestian Celbratory Cruiser Perfect Dawn, which was in the process of making its annual tour around the Canterlot area. The ship had been seized a group of Ibexian radicals of unknown origin and capabilities, but it is believed at this time that they were going to detonate the ship directly over downtown, which would have killed dozens in the blast. Fortunately, a Lonestar strike team was able to storm the boat and neutralize the terrorists before their plot could come to fruition. It is currently believed that the terrorists were connected to the—

HIGH ALERT:
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>>40721444
"Good, good. We're gonna try and sneak in - and by we, I mean anyone that can pull it off worth a damn. Which isn't me. Or Krieg. But hey, maybe Sparkie'll decide to turn up, and you can team up with him."

"So, have I told you what we're doing?" he asks, barely waiting for an answer before beginning to speak again. "Firejack, whoever he is - I'm still holding out on him being red and yellow. He kinda sounded like that over the audio recording, but eh - is bringing in a shipment of whatever-the-fuck, and Crow, the guy that's paying us eighty-k apiece to take him out, doesn't want that shipment to go off. So we're gonna get over to where they're unloading it and seize it! Heh, almost like a police op - shit, we're practically on the straight and narrow already!"

"... That gives me an idea, actually."
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>>40721445
"Sneak in, grab the stuff, sneak out... sounds simple enough. Doesn't mean it's easy, of course, but I can manage."

"So, what's the plan, exactly? Where's this being held? And what's this idea of yours? Is it calling the cops? Because it sounds like it is to me, and I don't think that's a good idea." Lee rubs one of his forelegs nervously. "Things get out of hoof quick when the cops show up."
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>>40721447
Lunacy grins. "You're sort of correct on that one, actually. One sec, gotta give a buddy a call." he replies, pulling out his phone, ever-useful as they tended to be, and gave Tempest a ring.

"Hey, Tempest, you're not hung over and/or in the middle of not getting caught right now, are you?"


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