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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. 40827757
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>>40827742

> dat plot


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40834695 No. 40834695 [View]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

It is that time of the year...I think...okay. I'll be honest. The original creator of this thread only said when it was made like, once. It's somewhere around the end of march.

Besides the point....We're four years old! Lets not get sappy or sad at people who were wants here. Lets not think of all the fights and drama. Lets think of all the fun we've had. all the friends we've made. All the times people were there for one another. All the shitty things we survived on the internet...like homestuck. Remember that? Yeah! I don't either!

Lets see how much longer we can keep trucking! And when someone comes along saying we're killing our thread that usually gets 600-1500 post a day.

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
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>> No. 40834739
>>40834738
>It's IC until someone doesn't want to play along.
>> No. 40834741
>>40834736
>*falls over like a startled goat*

>>40834737
>Rule 63 Haph.
>So... basically, Oddly?

>>40834738
>>40834739
>I don't want to play along. I'm not about to double my entire cast when I am actively pruning it down.
>> No. 40834742
>>40834741
>The point is i'm not going to force anyone because I don't care enough to do so...


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40833726 No. 40833726 [View]
#Closed #Canon: 6A #Chill #Dark #Violence #FiM-only #Semi-serious

Now, this someone had a name...but finding it, that was the hard part.

TODAY IN THE NEWS
HELICOPTER CRASH OVER VIETNEIGH DMZ KILLS FOUR, INCLUDING PROMINENT PRODUCER


Disaster struck during an Equestrian military flight today, when a helicopter suffered a severe electronics malfunction and crashed in the Vietneigh DMZ. The flight's passengers included two Equestrian soldiers, as well as prominent film producer Hoss Wheaton, who was scouting the DMZ for his new film. It was the first chartered military flight since the dissolution of Lonestar's federal defense contract, and pundits are already pointing to the crash as a symptom of the Equestrian army's incompetence. Grand Magister Winterscar is already allegedly accelerating negotiations with military contractors, while assuring representatives that he will not consider his own company in the proceedings...

There's a war coming. For now it's a whisper in the wind, a scrolling headline, a squeak at the very edge of perception. But it's coming. The shadows of this city seem to come alive, now: things that haven't moved in ages are stirring now, and old tensions are flaring up again. You can't walk down a street these days without hearing how the end is near—either from those new augments on the market, or those new people in the streets, or those new TV shows on the airwave.
People have started wearing longcoats in daylight, now. Bright blues and reds and greens and golds. There's a bank robbery every other day. Corpsec ranks are swelling. The Onyx age has come again; and with it, the promise of bloodshed unparalleled.
Will you be ready?
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>> No. 40834596
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>>40834397
"..."
Driftwood just watches Poet's reaction. Didn't really seem to be much of... Well, any change. Though, in truth, it was a very small amount of money, and also it came down to him whether or not he tells Poet his share was cut in half. Though, then again, from what little he knew of Poet, he was very... Perceptive. Chances are he already figured things out, or, was well through the process of calculating what would be a reasonable share for him.
"I insisted you get a cut, mon. I've been in da hospital before, mon, and it ain't fun. You deserved something."

And then a very awkward silence descends over the two. Driftwood scratches irritatedly at his foreleg, following it with running one through his mane, recently washed for the first time in a while. He coughs.

"So... You uh... You okay, mon?"
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>>40834596
"That is quite well appreciated, Driftwood," Poet replied quietly after a short pause, nodding slowly. "Yes," he went on, finally setting aside the chit as his gaze swiveled, and rested upon Driftwood's expression for a brief instant. What he found there seemed to perplex him slightly, but of course, his response was just the same, his forelegs forming a small arch, evidently a sort of quirk he had when he was thinking of what to say. Or perhaps just thinking in general. Poet's observations were only the mere basics, like attempting to discern the whereabouts and directions of a tree's roots by gazing at the branches. They did not truthfully know each other - these were only parlor tricks...

...Still. Driftwood did not seem so terrible a pony to attempt to get along with.

"I have been better, thank you."

"...Would you care to keep me company? It is so dreadfully lonely in this decrepit old place. I almost preferred prison. The food was at least edible, there."
>> No. 40834711
>>40834612
"Course, mon. We're a team. And teammates gotta look out for eachudda, right mon?"

Driftwood starts a bit when Poet's gaze settles on him, and he moves one of his hooves to and from his mouth a few times, and starts patting the pocket where he usually keeps his smokables, even though there's nothing there now.

"I figgered as much, mon. Hospitals are never any fun."

Of course, he'd already taken a look around the place. And so...

"Eh, why not mon. I don't got anywhere to be."


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40832340 No. 40832340 [View]
#Planned #Canon: Side Worth Fighting For #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Ponies #Serious

Sign up thread http://www.ponychan.net/chan/ooc/res/458351.html

Lore https://docs.google.com/document/d/17rVXDaCCs3fWg2vGumIIWFnACuJYgW9jAmDnKz2Xvts/pub

Will be using the map of Equestria for traveling but I am planning to expand the world

War... war never changes. Especially not after the first nuke fell, during the Pony Gryphon War, causing a massive hellfire of retaliation on both sides. Life at first seemed doomed but miraculously it still prevailed, in the safety of Stables and underground bunkers. Hundreds of years after the most intelligible races of the world locked them selves away, they ventured out only to be met with the sins of their ancestors. A wasteland that demanded sacrifice and death in return for nothing. Most wastelanders tried to make a living through the hardships on stories of legends like the heralds who journeyed north, only to disappear into obscurity. Others turned to a life of vice, murder, and other thing that are nearly unbearable to mention. It is here you must make a life, to survive or die. To save or kill. To be loved by all or hated and feared by many. All because life in the wasteland is a constant war, and war never changes.
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>> No. 40834634
>>40834298
Critical nodded in agreement and they were soon of to Horseshoe bay. They walked along side the river which according to the map, would lead to their destination. The river itself had a sort off green mist, and their pip-bucks built in Geiger counters indicated that the water had some radiation in it but if they stayed out of contact of the water then they wouldn't get any dosage of radiation. In the distance they could see some smoke and when they got closer, they found a camp. A wall that surrounded it prevented them from getting a view of who was inside, but judging by the smoke the camp was still occupied. The wall itself was made up of sheets of metal and barbed wire which was held up by wooden beams. More noticeably however were the mutilated bodies of ponies and some creatures that were unknown to them, adorned the walls as some sort of sick decor.
>> No. 40834639
>>40834298
Critical nodded in agreement and they were soon of to Horseshoe bay. They walked along side the river which according to the map, would lead to their destination. The river itself had a sort off green mist, and their pip-bucks built in Geiger counters indicated that the water had some radiation in it but if they stayed out of contact of the water then they wouldn't get any dosage of radiation. In the distance they could see some smoke and when they got closer, they found a camp. A wall that surrounded it prevented them from getting a view of who was inside, but judging by the smoke the camp was still occupied. The wall itself was made up of sheets of metal and barbed wire which was held up by wooden beams. More noticeably however were the mutilated bodies of ponies and some creatures that were unknown to them, adorned the walls as some sort of sick decor.
>> No. 40834641
>>40834298
Critical nodded in agreement and they were soon of to Horseshoe bay. They walked along side the river which according to the map, would lead to their destination. The river itself had a sort off green mist, and their pip-bucks built in Geiger counters indicated that the water had some radiation in it but if they stayed out of contact of the water then they wouldn't get any dosage of radiation. In the distance they could see some smoke and when they got closer, they found a camp. A wall that surrounded it prevented them from getting a view of who was inside, but judging by the smoke the camp was still occupied. The wall itself was made up of sheets of metal and barbed wire which was held up by wooden beams. More noticeably however were the mutilated bodies of ponies and some creatures that were unknown to them, adorned the walls as some sort of sick decor.


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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. 40833861
>>40833578
> (Not everyone.)

>>40833456
Blyat'... Have you ever thought why they leave this place?
>> No. 40834123
>>40833861
>He shrugs
Honestly, I haven't really... Do you happen to know?
>> No. 40834181
>>40834123

> He shook his head.
I'm new to this Mansion, honestly...


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40832541 No. 40832541 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Games!

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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OO-vG8oPhhM

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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>>40834658
>Sure, sorry, had to try the Saturn boss. Finally kileld that bastard...now theres only an entire other planet between me and getting the Neurodes for my sniper rifle q.q
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>>40834685
Anytime...Is there anything I can do for you at the moment?
>>40834693
>Just let me know if I can help!
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40460129 No. 40460129 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Pseudo-canon #Series: End times or something darker #Adventure #Crossover #Dark #Violence #Semi-serious #Normal

Link to ooc which you should read before hopping in:
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/ooc/res/446716.html


Week One-Canterlot





My dearest Toby,
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>> No. 40833260
>>40832851
He sits heavily on the ground and slowly pulls the two into a lose hug, and then he can't hold it any more. He starts crying. Not loudly, infact barely more than a muffled whine can be heard from him, but he shakes with each sob and gasp of breath.


Blue is lying on the floor shivering every few seconds.

"Asma?"

He was going to ask the cyborg something, but it seems to slip away from him as he closes his eyes. He knew it was not a good idea, but he was SO tired all of a sudden. He swallows to try and wet his throat and fight the sudden exhaustion, but it doesn't help much, and though his breathing is still coming in rapid little pants, he can't seem to bring himself to open his eyes.
>> No. 40833272
>>40833260
The girl pulls away a little, looking down at Reapo with a 'hm?'. The seem to chatter back and forth for a few brief moments, before the ghost girl turns back to Toby and hugs him tightly, giving off quite a bit of heat. Reapo hugs Toby tightly as well, cooing softly.


"The fuck is it kid. Ey, shitlord open yer fuckin' eyes and look at me you faggot." She props his head up carefully.


>>40832896
Bells takes back her pad, scribbling for a few seconds before holding it up again.
Alright Batgirl.
There's then an arrow upwards, where Lunaire has been added to the picture hanging out next to Toby looking menacing. A few bats have been drawn in above her.
>> No. 40833370
>>40833272
Walks comes back with a bucket of water and a blanket. "What's wrong with him now?" Walks asks, handing the stuff to Asma.

Lunaire shakes her head, chuckling, "That...who is this Batgirl?"


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40801813 No. 40801813 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Maretropolis!! #Contained #Adventure #Chill #Lighthearted #Violence #Ponies #Power Limit #Normal #Heroes and Villains #Silver Age

Maretropolis!!
A city of wonders and unbelievable sights that stagger the imagination! Deep in the technological heart of the Ponyverse, a world away from Equestria in space and time, the buildings of Maretropolis reach up like titans fighting for a place in the sky. Every day sees new technological progress that baffles the imagination, ever blind to its own usage for good or for destruction. However, the breakneck pace of Maretropolis' progress into the future is limited not just to the intellectual, but the physical as well! Super-powered meta-equines pop up with alarming frequency, with strange abilities as mysterious and amazing to modern ponykind as magic to their earthbound ancestors! While some may choose to use their talents for heroism, many others will no doubt be inclined to take advantage of their abilities for petty violence, selfish interest, or diabolical ambition!

The hard-earned riches of Maretropolis, be they wealth, technology, or power, are always sought by the unscrupulous and undeserving. ready to take what they want through force or deception, and have their way with the city and its innocents! But in recent memory, the unbeatable Power Ponies have always been there to put a stop to the mad schemes of the Mane-iac and all others who would hope to seize control of the city! But lurking just behind the thin curtain of tomorr
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>>40833060
"Nyaaa~ I'm sure that'll change over time. The ponies here are quite friendly, even with all those stories of heroes and criminals going about. Still it's a peaceful day." Stretching out her wings to ease some tension, they quickly folded back up.
>> No. 40833149
>>40833132

> Words "heroes", "criminals" and "peaceful" made him to change for a while. He wasn't smiling any more.
Whoops, sorry. I've just forgot. I need to finish some kind of work. Maybe later.
> He hurried up behind the nearest building, made sure nopony sees him, started the engine, deployed thrusters and took off in the direction of Quazar labs building.

It's about time. Good night/whatever!
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>>40833149
"Ah. Try to have a nice day." She'd reply, waving goodbye before carrying on with her stroll through the park. Given things, it was a pretty normal day here or so.

Sorry it hasn't been updating and a bit distracted currently


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40747548 No. 40747548 Autosaged [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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>>40833686
Pretty. Eska had thought of him as pretty. He wondered, for a moment, whether she would have left him if he had never had his face ruined. The thought was gone soon enough, but it left a lingering bad taste in his mouth. The idea of murdering even more ponies to get at a tool to murder more ponies after that, however, was the least of his concerns. He nodded agreeably. Doubtlessly, it would be occupied. That would be--

The shotgun turned toward him threateningly, the barrel gleaming in the dim light. He could swear he could see her grinning, hoof drifting to the trigger. He jolted back to life -- a trick, of course, her casualness always was. He made to step to the side and realized that she was, in fact, merely looking over at him. His breathing had quickened, and his blood was pounding in his ears, but he forced himself to stay still and meet her eyes.

"... Right. Right, 'course," he briskly replied, nodding like he hadn't just been about to run for the hills. He forced a small, bitter smile up the good side of his face. "M-- maybe this one won't blow up on you as much."

He laughed, though it came out as a series of wheezes.

"Well, whatever you think'll keep you from dyin'. Again." Pausing, his brow furrowed, and he glanced away as if thinking something over. He took even less time than normal, and looked back at her curiously. "What was it like? Dyin', I mean."

He didn't seem to fully comprehend the personal nature of this question; it was layered only in an incrementally larger amount of awkwardness.
>> No. 40833724
>>40833717
So what's it like down here? seems to be really dirty.
>Gren would look around and continue walking along with andrew.
>> No. 40833788
>>40833724
"Um... you pretty much got it, right on the money." He chuckled. "It's a shit hole down here obviously, but we're just kind of roughin' it down here until we get our faces not-so sought out for murder, I wouldn't really want to go back to prison again." he chuckled out as some low-run bar began to get into view that he seemed to be approaching in the what could possibly be considered growing and renovating small town.


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40830411 No. 40830411 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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>>40832538
> The custom searching barrage of glances are given to every notable bit and piece inside the room - the chair and desk especially. The Whisper makes use of the slightest reflection and shadow to map out his surroundings before daring to sit.

> Thankfully this takes no longer than a second or two.
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>>40832538
>>40832539
....Do you....need some money to help out? Could probably help you...find treatments.
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http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40832541.html
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40832541.html

http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40832541+50.html
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40812409 No. 40812409 [View]
#Open #Canon: Blood and Thunder #Adventure #Crossover #Dark #Violence #General #Semi-serious

Their home was torn by war. Three Generations knew nothing more than the sharp rapt of the kettledrums, the blare of trumpets, and the clash of steel.

For decades, humanity has fought the orcish tide, both races forming strong alliances with other likeminded friends and allies. All over their land, the races either pledged their loyalties to the Grand Alliance, or the Orcish Horde.

Both sides have fought long and hard. Now they stand, once again on the eve of another confrontation, on another foreign soil. They bring with them a war that did not belong to those that were native to this new soil. A war that has wrought the near devastation of countless lands and worlds in their wake.

==================================================================

"The hell kind of a name is 'Ponyville'?" The footman scratched at the side of his head, his elegant blue and brushed steel helm at the crook of his arm. Around him, various laborers of the Alliance busied themselves with cutting down trees and refitting lumber, setting down the foundations for a small garrison.

The battlemage looked at the sign, giving a frown as she mouthed the word quietly, trying to make sense of it. She shook her head, giving an exacerbated sigh. "I don't know, maybe they're famous for horses here or something. All I know is, it says it's 5 miles up the road."
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>> No. 40830527
>>40830425
I was asking to see if I could bring in my SellSword character from my Dark Souls playthroughs
>> No. 40831142
>>40830527
Well you could just play a more setting appropriate sellsword from the world of Azeroth. Keep the name, personality but subtract the whacky powers. You could even choose undead if you wanted with the forsaken and all.
>> No. 40831248
>>40831142
Alright, I'll go make up a character sheet for my own reference and try to find a play to come in.


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40792032 No. 40792032 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: A Side Worth Fighting For #Adventure #Violence #FiM-only #Serious #Normal

Story
When Equestria set out for the stars, under the rule of the Representative, they started out by building mining operations to bring back to their home. Eventually the idea of space had become a common interest for the typical Equestrian and soon space stations and colonies invited ponies to live out beyond their atmosphere. The newly formed populations believed that the Representatives control no longer applied to them and seceded. Equestrian forces fought against these communities but gave due to the high costs of sending military forces out in to space and Equestrian involvement was drastically reduced. The colonies with their new found freedom soon created their own factions, took up territories and celestial bodies, and amassed small armies to defend themselves. It was at this time history entered a new era where it was unknown what the future will hold for these settlers and for you as well.

Rules and Guidelines
Combat: All combat like the last thread is based on the Honor's System unless a dispute arises then a dice roll will determine the outcome. All dice rolls are final unless I am asked to change the situation.

Play Style: In the last thread the story was basically a get from point A to point a B format. This time there is no main story instead you will be faced with challenges and problems, from there you will try to solve them or not. When you go to rp here instead of it being like, "How do I progress through the story?" it'll be more like, "How would I live my life in this situation?". I will be sure to put some side stories you could follow to keep things interesting.

Joining: This is again open so anyone can join. If you have problems trying to join or jump in, let me know so I can get you set up.

Factions: In th
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>> No. 40831079
>>40830105
The Sign up is ready to go!!! http://www.ponychan.net/chan/ooc/res/458351.html

Also nice artwork, my imaginary hat is off to you.
>> No. 40831082
>>40831079
Damn it. Some shit happened, such as:
1. Your name disappeared.
2. Your document needs some kind of 'permission' to open.

Better check what happened.
>> No. 40831238
>>40831082
Okay I fixed and tested the google doc so anyone should be able to view it. This was the first I did something like this and I didn't know that you needed to publish the document. As for my name being anon, it doesn't really matter especially since I can edit the post.


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40794646 No. 40794646 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: The Unikon #Fresh start #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Ponies #Semi-serious

The frozen, mountainous regions of the northern Unikon was densely packed with trees. The small mining community of Celestia was buried under several feet of snow. Hoofbeats upon the catwalks that lined the wooden palisade walls were slow and regular, as infantry patrolled the border of the town, eyes out towards the untamed wilderness.

The lonesome call of the Locomotive in the distance could be heard, the soldiers quickly lining up towards the rails, rifles pointed outwards. They watched and waited, seeing the plume roll out of the engine's stack, smearing the clear air with ash, smoke, cinders, and steam.

Inside the cars, another group of passengers to enter the town, with them came supplies and munitions for the defenders of the town.

This was Celestia. A once prosperous mining town, railroad tracks now the only means of entering and transferring from town to town, or to the mines via the narrow gauge.

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The thunderous buffetting of air rumbled overhead, the screech of the Thunderbirds reminding the ponyfolk below who still owned the skies. The snow blanketed the larger bodies of the wolven clans and bears that occasionally raided the town.
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>> No. 40824523
>>40821320
"Trading lead is not my kind of business, pal." dryly remarks the Gryphon as he reaches up for one of the single barreled percussion guns. A distinctly crafted stock and a narrow, tapering barrel sets this weapon apart along with the shallow, J shaped grip carved in front of the buttstock. A gryphon design, if a pony had an eye for such things.

"He scooped up a powder horn and a cartridge box that hung below the fusil without much thought if it was even the right caliber rounds or grain of powder. Still, he slung it over himself and stood a hair (feather?) more confident looking in front of the old mining colt.

"Ok, so, where to? I guess I've got some lead dealing quotas to meet."
>> No. 40829789
>>40824523
"Anywhere but in here. This ain't my first day with attacks like these. Staying in these train cars are a death trap. Get to the catwalk access on the roof, start pickin' off the meanest ones."

He loaded up his ammunition pouch with slugs, the brass shells ringing as they impacted each other. He looked to the Gryphon with a nod, pointing to the side door. "C'mon, front or back door's gonna get us killed." He headed over, opening the entryway facing the cliffside, the blast of cold air and snow welcoming them back into the elements.

>>40822704
"Oh no! You're not gonna leave me here, mister! I'm going with you!" Digger hobbled off after the other pony, most of the stallions busying themselves with defending the train, spent rifle casings and shotgun shells raining onto the wooden floorboards of the train cars, rolling about every which way. The bellow of bears was heard at the side, a massive axe slamming into the woodframe of a window. The helmetted creature glared through, staring at those inside, letting out a roar before pulling back to try again to cleave into the car.
>> No. 40830083
>>40829789
With the sight of the bear Critical readied and aimed his rifle.

"Oh fuck not!"

With that said he fired at it.>Greater than or equal to 11 means success.
1d20 = 12
Not sure how combat works here so if it isn't by dice, let me know.


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40827678 No. 40827678 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #https://youtu.be/A9BVthPFeUk

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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40830412
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40830411.html
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40830411.html
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40830411.html
http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40830411.html

http://www.ponychan.net/chan/rp/res/40830411+50.html
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40830413
>>40830408
"My daughter's been kidnapped and you didn't tell me? How long have you known?"
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>>40830410
>She rolls her eyes
"I suppose I should batten down for the apocalypse then."


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40778985 No. 40778985 [View]
#Ask/invite #Canon: N.M.R.I.H #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Ponies #Semi-serious #Crazy

The community of Pleasant Hills was once a wonderful city before the outbreak. There were schools,and arcades,and hospitals you think it i can name a place that had it. Now its just a dump full of scavengers, mutated cats, and zombie hookers...But there better question right now at this given moment is where the hell are you?! Yes you?! A voice would ask loudly over the airwaves. Anyone who's lived this long know that mares voice by now it was Moon Tan The only glimmer of any salvation in this city.
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40794143
>>40792816
>>40792816
"The name is Tricky Aquarius mam. Can't believe you forgot already." He said with a chuckle as he stared at the ceiling.
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40827803
>>40794143
"Oh... right... my bad."

She opened one of the machines that wasn't working, fiddling around with it's parts to see what was keeping it in it's current condition.

"Might as well give myself something to do while we're here. What time of day is it right now, anyways?" she asked, messing around with the wiring to see it's internal wiring and to see if she could possibly do anything to fix it.
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>>40827803
>>40827803
>It would seem to have a few loose wires and a blown fuse.

"If I had to guess it would be almost three or four pm by now. Those things become slightly more active at night." He said as he sat up.


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