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Jan 30It's happening. [Thread]

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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. 40756367
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>>40633334


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40648070 No. 40648070 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: AOS/An Odd Story #Adventure #Chill #Violence #Shipping #Semi-serious

>Off in the distance you see a timeworn yet magnificent mansion that stands alone towering over the surrounding area. Past that is a lush forest that stretches to the vast mountains beyond. Many sorts are drawn to the curiosity that is the mansion.No one knows where it came from or how long it has been there. For whatever reason you find yourself heading towards it. You may not know what tales you will weave in these winding halls. No one does, but all stories have a beginning and this one starts with a knock.

We have our own Wikia page. Note: pages that are being vandalized WILL be locked, and the vandal will receive an IP ban. Friendly and accurate editing is encouraged however.
http://aos.wikia.com/wiki/An_Oblivious_Wiki

Please read the following rules thread before joining. If you do plan on joining, then post info about your character in the rules thread. There is a provided blank sheet in the OP. Thank you: http://www.ponychan.net/chan/ooc/res/448466+50.html


Last thread:http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40516954+50.html
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>> No. 40768887
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40768887
>>40765271
>>40765325
as they talked to Olivia, Mystic is finishing up her unpacking and closed her door.

Olivia smiled at the both of them "Mobius and Greary...got it." she said pointing to each of them when she said their name.
"So you boys like music?"
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>>40768887

>He thought for a second to respond to her.

Hmm. Honesty dont get much of a chance to do so but, of course.

>He shrugs a bit in his reply.
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>>40768887
> He smiles.
As long as it doesn't rape ears.


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40768135 No. 40768135 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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>>40769365
>Hmph. Very well.
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>>40769366
>Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get to spit out death at some X-rays in the near future. We're doing a Terror mission this time, and it looks like it'll be a night op. AGAIN.
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>>40769367
>This is acceptable


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40747548 No. 40747548 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Canon: 6A #Chill #Dark #Violence #FiM-only #Serious

And not by accident—someone WANTED it that way.

TODAY IN THE NEWS!
NOTORIOUS TERRORISTS APPREHENDED, AWAITING TRIAL AND EXECUTION!


In the aftermath of a devastating firefight which claimed almost 20 lives, Lonestar has reported the successful incarceration of four of the terrorists connected to the Night of Fire Rampage. The shooters have been successfully connected to over a dozen massacres and grand thefts, including the recent Cornerstone Armored Car robbery. Lonestar's Canterlot-area cabinet of generals has called this an "unqualified success" and "both justification and encouragement for the continuous inflation of our government budget". However, they have also cautioned Canterlot residents against early celebration, and stated that they will NOT be reducing their presence in the city. This motion was condoned by Chief Centurion Royal Blue, who stated that "There are more terrorists out there...and they will not back down this easily".

The terrorists are currently awaiting trial and hanging.


The first rain of the year came on January Eleventh. It was the first rain since the Night of Fire that wasn't made of chocolate. The old standard was new again, and the new standard was locked up in Dead Man's Ridge Maximum-Security Penitentiary. It's not much of an exaggeration to say that the first few days of 57-6A were a miserable time to be an Operator—in between the heightened police presence, the lack of arms coming into the city, and a dozen other things besides, the work had gotten harder and the cuts had been reduced by magnitudes.
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>> No. 40768405
>>40768404
"Repeat again, slowly? Super-spear? One moment, Hulga find for you."

It seems that her well-spoken introduction was nothing more than a script line; and now that you've wandered off of the area she's well-versed in and into the bit she only has cliff notes for, her poor diction is starting to shine through. That she speaks Equestrian to this degree is probably a sign that she isn't outsourced--but definitely recently-immigrated, and most likely doing this in between college courses or something. More than that, she possesses a strong Stalliongrad accent: she probably learned to speak in the RSNM, if she wasn't born there altogether.

"Hm. Many big company in Cloodsell. You have thing to skinny down the looking?"
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>>40768405
Lunacy's grin almost immediately becomes a whoooole lot more forced as the facade is dropped. Weighing his options for a moment, he figures actually giving it a shot is better than not, and he's not got much better to do anyway.

"Alright, alright. I need to find companies, or ponies, in Cloudsdale, who'd be able to... actually do things with a superspear - or a nuke. Research institutions, nuclear powerplants, or maybe R&D for big corps might fit the bill but I'm sure there's more than that. Look for people who could conceivably transport it, too, you can't just ship one of these around in the back of an armored car... well, not unless you're really good, and if they are they'd have a name for themselves."

"The kicker is - and this is why I wanted Crow - is that I want the ones most likely to be affiliated with Firejack or any of his associates." he says, pausing for a moment. "You, uh, do know who Firejack is, right?"
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40768546
>>40768314
"Alright, alright. Well I don't think we can so easily move about from cafeteria to cells...." He then began to look around and think about something to talk about to help fill the rest of the time until the end of lunch. "...Heh, so how stupidly bad were those snakeskins?" Swiftwing grinned a bit. "LIke, seriously, that was a special kind of bad."


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40747859 No. 40747859 [View]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Orion #Adventure #Chill #Lighthearted #Violence #Shipping #General #Semi-serious

BECAUSE NOBODY ELSE WANTED TO DO IT!!!

In the orbit of our world lies a space station, the size of a city. It is the peak of the new age. It is our future- for it is burdened with the task of protecting our reality from the threats that lie within rifts. These threats could be anything of any form that follow their own laws of physics, and with the advanced technology- along with the seemingly limitless funds of the station, all our little world can do is hope for the best. It is our front line of defense. Our top gun. It is the Orion.

If you wish to join, please follow the link to our OOC.
Thank you.

http://www.ponychan.net/chan/ooc/res/451883+50.html
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>> No. 40767273
>>40767240
"Well, bad, perhaps. It might be good, as well. I mean, what if you go down, protecting those you love, knowing that they would be safe? That seems like a good way to go." With a shrug, the pegasus returned the weight belts to their proper place, looking over his shoulder. "But this took a morbid turn...how about we talk about something less...our death." He chuckled softly. "What do you do, for the Astartes?"
>> No. 40767287
>>40767273

"What don't I do for the Astartes? That might be an easier way of explaining it." He smirked. "Well, my most impressive title is probably Master at Arms, which means I serve on the Council of Masters, which means I usually sit in the grand hall at the heart of our flagship and listen to a bunch of older warhorses and Jet berate me for whatever I've done this time. Honestly, that pegasus needs to get laid or he'll die of old age before he's thirty years old." He shook his head melodramatically. "Besides that? I'm a heavy weapons specialist. If it exists, I know how to blow it up, which doesn't take as much process of elimination as you may think. Especially when I take on the fact that my Gungnir unit is Arios. Fast, comes with an alternate aeronautical mode for faster atmospheric entry, and packs sidearms that you have to load with bullets bigger than Twilight Sparkle."
>> No. 40767310
>>40767287
"Huh..." He seemed to process what Sabot said, slowly, taking his time to make sure he understood as much as he could...which wasn't much. He looked to Sabot, thinking, for a while, before speaking. "So...got any really fun things in the armory?" He seemed to be steering the direction away from the morbid comments before, to something more entertaining.


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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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>>40761341
>>40762172
It felt as though it had been weeks, waiting for them to explain the situation in full. Now as you step in through over the threshold, you catch sight of the doctor, a dark colored pegasus, wandering in to do just that. His face tells no happy tale - there is news to deliver, yes. But his expression is no more jovial than when he had first set sight on the battered stallion brought in a few hours ago. The pegasus clears his throat, glancing over the clipboard he'd brought with him, as though confirming, perhaps for the hundredth time, his information himself. As you draw near, he calls out to you in whatever name you have given them, and gestures for you to join him in a more secluded space of the waiting room, away from the prying eyes and ears of those here under slightly more pleasant circumstances. His voice is a practiced soft sotto voce as he outlines Damien's condition.

Grave damage has been inflicted on his heart and diaphragm, and one lung has been punctured. But beyond that, he is constantly bleeding internally of a large cluster of damaged blood vessels. An emergency transfusion and medication has given him time, and apparently dampened the effects he is suffering, such as delusion, labored breathing, and exhaustion...but there is very little they can do to save him outright. The doctor clears his throat again, nervously, as he goes on to explain that if he is kept in treatment, under supervision and with consistent transfusions and medication, he has, at their estimate, three or four months before succumbing to either heart failure, bleed out, or suffocation as his lung wound worsens.



If for any reason his treatment were to cease, he would most likely begin to suffer delusions within twenty four hours...and Damien Bishop would be dead in less than a week.
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40766028
>>40765344
Jane regards the doctor with a cool expression, little different than the passively indifferent look she is usually wearing. Her reaction to the news was significant only in that it seemed she didn't react at all. In fact, she almost seemed relieved, compared to her earlier jitters. It seems that she would have welcomed any outcome, so long as it meant an end to her idleness.
"Is he conscious, at least?" she asks, though her impatient tone suggests that the question isn't born out of concern.
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>>40765344
>>40766028
Azuli shows a hint of worry on her face, though she doesn't seem to have anything to add to the conversation. Looks like Jane covered any questions she had.


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40765565 No. 40765565 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Hellboy

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."

In this Edition, Drink and/or share your Skeletons in the closet.
Not really. Unless you want too.
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>> No. 40768133
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>>40768132
Yes, thank you.
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>>40768127
Ah, yes, of course.
> It was probably for the best that you spoke up. For a little while he seemed to be caught between staring at you, and trying his hardest to stare at literally everything else in the room. The result was something to behold. But once he maintains his focus, the pegasus nods, and makes sure to get comfortable.

I am not looking for the person, so to speak, I am looking for the amulet. Such trivial inquiries are typically not of interest to me, such an obvious motive as this, but I noticed that the woman in question could not have possible been alive at the time Shad'vair and the High Priestess were. Thus I reasoned that she must have been from another time, and therein lies a promise of a certain amount of intrigue yet.

I call myself The Whisper. Presently I live in the past, present, and future, but mostly the past. Things are far more interesting when such things as future innovation begin to trivialize the things I find otherwise intriguing.

For example, you are also a time traveler, and an experienced one at that. Comparatively timid, however, you are also excitable, socially versed, well-read, and are presently sustaining a cocaine addiction, though I cannot imagine you are terribly proud of that.

>>40768128
Fascinating. Pray tell, what is your name?
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http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40768135.html
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40768135.html
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40768135.html
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40768135.html

http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40768135+50.html


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40684838 No. 40684838 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#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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40764719
>>40764383
Olivia followed her to the fridge and grabbed her a sangria flavored soda
"It's great dallface, you'll love it."
>> No. 40764747
>>40764719
vinyl blinks and tilts her head
"dallface?"
she seems puzzled at the word choice, but takes the soda nevertheless.
"so... this is ... san greia flavored? what's San Greia?"
she smells the bottle before taking a sip
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40765092
>>40764747
"it's a Spanish wine drink though in a soda form"
she thought for a little bit
"Oh did I say dallface?...heh I do that all the time. waddya on about?"


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40726776 No. 40726776 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Pseudo-canon #Series: D.E. #Dark #Violence #Semi-serious #Long-post

Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there were two regal sisters who ruled together, and created harmony for all the land. To do this, the eldest used her unicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn; the younger brought out the moon to begin the night. Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects, all the different types of ponies.

At least, that's how it used to be. Back before she took the throne...
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>> No. 40746456
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He listened on as they made their exchange between one another. Going back and forth on the benefits of youth or a form with more age. The commander had a point and they did have a very limited time frame. Frowning, he gripped the hilt of his blade tight as the conversation drew to a close. It had left more than just doubt of strategy in mind, the balance between blending in and standing out. It kept a very important part of him in limbo and that he could simply not abide. A symbol of strength, courage and, perhaps, luck that the young soldier so desperately needed. When he spoke, it was at a firm monotone. Strictly business. Hiding well the personal stake he had in this.

"I have one question for Commander Onjage regarding his associate, though I shall discuss that with him myself upon the end of this meeting. If boasting of at least some experience in battle can be a viable tool in our infiltration than would this sword be an acceptable risk?" He did not break or waiver in his determination. His duty to service. Doubts where important but in the realm of action, to falter was to die. His father had taught him that. He would bring the sword with him or leave it behind as yet one of many choices to be made. But his dedication, if anything else could be called into question, was beyond doubt to him. Still, it helped to be able to press at the hilt as he did. If he needed to go without it might take some getting used to.

"Shall I bring it along, or must I send it back to my estate? This shall be my final inquiry, I assure you."
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>>40745860
"Alright."

>>40746456
Her brows pinch as she mulls it over, thinking very hard on all the knowledge that she had thus obtained on the changelings.

"I suppose it won't pose a great risk to the mission...if you are to be changed into an adult changeling. If you are to be changed into a juvenile, then I highly recommend you leave it here Lieutenant."

slooooooooow ass poster reportin in, sorry guys.
>> No. 40764873
>>40764872
....that wasn't supposed to be a gift goddamnit...


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40458994 No. 40458994 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Series-cross #Adventure #General #Power Limit #Semi-serious #High-Fantasy

"Are we there yet? I've been freezing my tail off for the past four days digging through icy holes. This had better be the right one." growled a tall, muscled dragonkin, his drab purple scales pocked with ice and his shoulders layered in powdery snow.

"Yes yes, this should be the right one. I think. Well according to my maps and navigation spells should be the place." responded the young mage, her voice filled with enthusiasm, almost skipping into the frigid, dark cavern before them. The dragonkin shook his head and grunted, following closely behind the girl.
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>> No. 40753977
>>40749236
"Ok ok ok, I got this." she quickly rambled off as she went through her several books, pages flying from cover to cover.

"Ok ok, mending spells mending spells..."


"Hm I dunno if I have anything that re-attaches limbs. Only things that- no wait! Spike! bring me her arm. I need to see the state of the part that is severed."

The dragon grunts in response, hurriedly moving over to pick up the lost limb and hold it near Twilight. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, looking closely at the damaged part of the limb.
>> No. 40760831
>>40753977
The limb seems to have been cleanly cut; whatever did this was sharp. The arm is mostly frozen, but the cold flesh still has some give to it.
"H-hurry..."
Oooh, Crystal is looking a bit pale...
>> No. 40764851
>>40760831
"Ooooh goodness. Spike, hurry, line it up with her uuhh, severed part?" she frantically orders to her companion, scrambling through her medicinal and triage book. Seconds would feel like minutes as she searched the chapters for the proper mending spell, her fingers dancing through the pages at an incredible rate.

The fluttering pages would come to a halt with a soft puff, her eyes widening.

"Found it! Now hold still!" she yells in excitement, here hands and eyes aglow as she focuses, her magic concentrating on the injured girls arm. It would not be a very painless process, as she would feel every muscle fibre and portion of bone regrow and sew itself back together. Though, thanks to the bolstering power of Crystal Clear's own magic, the process was far less excruciating and time consuming. In moments her arm would seamlessly re attach itself, though not without some remnants of frostbite around the formerly detached portion.


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40761677 No. 40761677 [View]
#Adventure

It happened, everyone who ever posted on ponychan is now in Equestria and is a pony, the Royals were informed and we now stay in our slowly growing frontier settlement known as Four Cannon.

What skills do you possess that would be of value to this new community?
Scenario details:

In theory our population is made an even split of Male/Female.
The last digit of your post number designates form
Odds is Earth Pony
Evens is your choice of Pegasus or Unicorn
0-4 is male
5-9 is female
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40762229
>>40762224
>Personal account

I am the witness you boob.
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>>40762229
. . .
Oooooooooooooooh.

I knew I forgot about something.
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40764833
>implying i'm a horse
nigguh I'm touching those butts


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40762634 No. 40762634 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy

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. 40765566
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>>40765560
Ah dun' bake yew a cake!

>>40765562
Prrrurrrr.... Ahhh aw, I needed that. Thank you a lot.

Who's your mom, then?
>> No. 40765567
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>> No. 40765569
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>>40765552
>So there is.
>>40765554
>>40765552
Soooooo... Can we all just hold up for a minute here? Did I miss something?
>Says charred mane pony in the booth nearby.


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40753851 No. 40753851 [View]
#Open #Canon: Dark Moon #Pseudo-canon #Series: The Outpost #Dark #Violence #Power Limit #Semi-serious

Greetings Ponychan! This is a side-thread of the Dark Moon canon from MLPchan, open to a new audience! Anybody is free to try a character here, provided it's in harmony with the canon's setting and theme. The canon power limit is partially outlined in the lore document, but as a general rule, no characters capable of very large-scale destruction. Any desired exceptions to the rules can be taken up with one of the canon managers, which are Nevermore, Cyan Hide, Ace_Noir and Conch Shell.
>This is a story set in the near-future year of 1997, where Harmony has fallen to the forces of greed, mistrust, and violence. A war between corporations on the advent of the arrival of advanced technology devastated the peaceful world of Equestria, and what was left behind was profoundly changed. It's a dark world that the people inhabit, but there are points of light out there in the darkness…. And great evils. It's a time of terrorists, spies, renegades, and mercenaries. Of law, and lawlessness. Hope, for most of the populace, has long been extinguished, and as the magic slowly starts to vanish from the world, mysterious forces both corporate and ancient make plays to control the populace…
>This is the world of the Dark Moon.

>Lore: https://docs.google.com/document/d/115UND6WJZin8ufpfxPWAm5SlH0d1DWeincbNT8UJlY0/pub
>> No. 40753880
And now to wait while all the people just roooooooooll in...
>> No. 40754400
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>The radio was tuned to datapress, spewing something or other about a terrorist cell making shit harder for the working stallion by making things harder for the corps. Propaganda as usual but there was real news in there instead of celebrity tripe between the public service announcements and commercials. It was about the fifth time they'd played the awful yet annoyingly catchy jingle for some kind of new muzzlewash when the greying mare behind the bar groaned the switched it to a more local music station.
>It was a hotel of sorts on the upper floors for those who could afford it but for the most part it was the local speakeasy, though few ponies or people really did much speaking in recent times. Not out here anyway. It's more rumors and whispers then speaking that takes up the murmur in the atmosphere aside from the radio.
>Cleaning a cup the mare looked out over the tables and those present around them...
>> No. 40763677
>Bump for great justice?


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40760472 No. 40760472 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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>>40762633
I am very good at that.
>She finished her meal and tried to get the bit of sauce off her cheek.
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>>40762631
Rarity stares on, and her frown only grows as she listens on, perhaps giving it an initial thought, otherwise she just shakes her head.

"It's not my place to make a decision like this, this really has nothing to do with me...."


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40753783 No. 40753783 [View]
#Closed #Adventure #General

>The ship rides upon the ocean as all the passengers get situated or explore the vessel. The mid day sun was setting painting the sky a brilliant display of warm colors and the smells of salt and cool winds on what seemed like a warm summers evening. As the sun winds down the lights upon the ship burst into life the crew and passengers mingle a bit as festive music plays through the speakers.

>Open intro

>Feel free to explore or interact with npcs or players.
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>> No. 40761395
>>40761387
> She made a fearful noise as the pony looked at her. Her heart was pounding and she wasn't sure what she was going to do to get out of this, or if she could at all.
>> No. 40761397
>>40761387
>Listens in on this and growls at them...
>> No. 40761410
>>40761390
Scotch: I got injured after the crash.
>She says, licking her wound still

>>40761387
>Korno looks at the keys, waiting for the guard to turn away


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