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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!

A few tips on how to get into this community!
A brief list to read and follow.
A little advice on what to do if you're experiencing a problem.
Various resources available to enhance your /RP/ experience.
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40565202 No. 40565202 [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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>> No. 40605722
Diamond nods
"Thanks...I'll see you two in the morning then."
>> No. 40605728
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Yes mam she says, walking out of the Crossroads and set up a tent outside
This will be perfect she said, curling up on the cold, hard ground and falling asleep.
>> No. 40605779
>Jon goes out and set back his tent back.HE starts a campfire and starts cooking some rice.
J:I forgot to eat dinner along the way.

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40592320 No. 40592320 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Canon: 6A #Chill #Dark #Violence #FiM-only #Semi-serious

You see, the city was going up in flames.


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—


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—

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>> No. 40605770
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"Business. Lots of business."

The background sound of the car changes, then, from the smooth glide of a highway to the rough drone of a gravel road: they're going out of the way, by the sound of it. Thanks to the miracle of modern telecommunication, however, the signal doesn't so much as dim.

"See, your mother and I, we always worked on a very simple principle: that basically, what we do is, ya know, the Equestrian dream. We go to work, we make lots of money cuz we're good at what we do, so on and so forth. And it always seemed really unfair to me that we got chased by the cops for it--cuz ya know, what we do is a lot like bankers, and salesmen, and shit. The only difference is we tell people we're gonna fuck em before we do it."

The engine roars a little, now. It seems like they're going up a hill--or else just picking up speed for who-knows-what. It seems to be the latter, given that all of a sudden your phone call is drowned out, completely and utterly, by a muffled cacaphony--the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood, interspersed with screaming steel and tumbling rocks! It's a sound you are familiar with by this point--the sound of something very large going through a wall at a very high velocity. This is followed, in turn, by more familiar sounds: gunshots, from high-end automatics and thunderous hoof-cannons, interspersed with the odd cry of "COME GET SOME, YA SONS OF BITCHES!"

But then, a mere twelve seconds later, the noise is over and the conversation resumes.

"Then they had Royal Blue and the ESID crackdown and Lonestar beefing up and that whole thing, so we really got pushed to the sidelines. But I'm sick of that. I'm up here now, seeing if I can get the LC to expand into Canterlot a little more--dunno if it was on the news, but I managed to get a few Lonestars with a bone to pick on my side, scored us a few supply choppers and materials for an HQ and such.
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>Listening to the very various sounds and conversations going through the line, Carnage found herself at once cringing for the old man's sake and wanting to shoot people dead who would want to harm the last remnant of her bloodline.

>Still, the man himself was miles away in an unknown location and all she could do was listen on the other end of the phone, trusting that he'd make it out alright... and in the end, he did... just as he always did. But what he was proposing now was interesting, new, revolutionary even...

>Sucking in the smoke of her cigarette all the way back to the filter, Carnage tossed the used thing away and let her gaze wander up towards the metal ceiling that stood above the warrens. A ceiling made of concrete and steel... of ancient homes and livelihoods now forgone to rubble.

Its a nice dream... a good idea even.

If it brings her honor...
>> No. 40605772
"I don't know."

He's remarkably quick with that reply--especially given that, almost without fail, he's had his hoof on the dead mare's pulse. Most of the time he could tell you what she'd think of the crew, of your plans--hell, he coulda told you what she thought of your favorite soda; so hearing him say "I don't know"--especially so readily, with such a degree of nonchalance--is quite an unusual occurrence. The silence that follows this statement is puncuated, quite neatly, by the muted thoom of an explosion heard remote.

"She went home and had you a reason. But she didn't need to make a million dollars real fast, and she wasn't living in a time like this. The only thing I can say for sure is she'd want was best for you.

"So I guess the question is, whadda you think? Cuz, I think it sounds like a goddamn barrel'a monkeys."

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40604643 No. 40604643 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #BAR

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

Once upon a time, in the land of Equestria, there stood a city called Canterlot. Within its crumbling old walls, in a poor and neglected district, stood a two story building with walls of timber and stone that ended in a pointy roof. A two story building that remembered the days of old when it was still young and those inside were so much more lively.

They were so lively if fact, that the mortician pushed both his kids - quite the dullards I'll add - right through college with just what he got thanks to that place!

Ponies of the earth, sky, and magic , humans, humanoids, creatures so impossible that they don't even have names - they all would flock to that two storey building as if within it walls rested a magnet that instead of cold iron would pull and tug at their hearts.
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>> No. 40606082
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Great, rub it in why don't you?
>> No. 40606083
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Want a nonalcoholic one?
>> No. 40606084
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I dunno, do I?

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40602339 No. 40602339 [View]
#Open #Adventure #Crossover #Dark #Violence #General #Serious

First thread was posted in sticky. Whoops.
Post ending in:
Dubs = Dead
Trips = Suspect
Quads = Murderer
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>> No. 40602431
Woo! Not me!

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>> No. 40604581
That's Mr. Disembodied Voice to you.

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40602670 No. 40602670 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

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

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.
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>> No. 40604641
Ammie giggles and grabhugs you!

"C'mon let's go to the rabbit hutch!"

And wit a puff of smoke, you find yourself in a rather cheesy-lookig pink princess bedroom.

>> No. 40604642
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...This doesn't look like a rabbit hutch.
>> No. 40604644
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40265394 No. 40265394 [View]
#Closed #Canon: The Swirlies #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Non-pony #Serious

His hand moved with fluid certainty as each stroke of the charcoal pencil brought forth a little more detail to the scene before him. It was not his best, but then again, maps hardly ever were. His thin hands were not striving to create one of his often hailed as 'magnificent' artworks, but rather working the outline of a battlefield; a tool that he would use to illustrate the carefully thought out plan in his mind.

The tip of the charcoal snaps and shoots across the table, bouncing off the sleek maroon leather seat across from him before rolling to a stop on the floor. He sighs.

He often got nervous just before a hunt with a new group. There was so much room for error, and so little for success. A simple and seemingly straight-forward plan could be tossed to the fryers if you lacked the basics of a group dynamic. Trust, of course, was the key element if you were to have a successful hunt. But how could one trust someone they new very little of? It was difficult, and sometimes almost nigh impossible. He himself had seen it too many times in his years on the streets. All it took was a inkling of doubt or fear, and before you knew it, that kid who was supposed to watch your back was now a mile down the road and still running, leaving you open to attack. He didn't want that. Didn't need it, and he wouldn't have it. Which was why he was going to test them first. See how they could hold up as a team before they went after the big prize.

With the same fluid motion used to draw the streets, trees, and shops-all key area points to be used for the first test-his hand reached to his coat pocket and withdrew a small sharpener, which he went on to use to carve a new point from his tool, his eyes glancing up briefly at the door, and then the clock. Seven fourty two. The sun had yet
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>> No. 40540293

Headaches. Ehhhhh, fuck'm. He did his best to ignore it. If it persisted he'd take some ibuprofen when he got home, but for now, Chuck simply hoped it'd just pass. Figures it would happen now though, as he was getting ready to relax for once today. The shake was good, the pie was good - so of course a goddamn headache has to show up. C'est la vie. Or, 'That's life for ya,' since Chuck had no idea what C'est la vie meant, and didn't care to.

Enjoying his meal as much he could whilst ignoring it, he kept on. He was still starving afterall.
>> No. 40540308
The persistent little bugger had no power over a hungry mans stomach, and soon enough it resigned itself to the unconscious and let Chuck enjoy his dinner.

The burger was soon served, and life was good. The soft, pleasant music continued on bouncing between hoppy, make-you-wanna-dance type tunes to some good old favorites from the King. Nothing much of interest, besides the food of course, happens as the evening persists. Happy customers could be heard quietly chatting away in the background and finishing meals, leaving slowly to pursue other ventures, or simply hit the hay. Finally, it was just Chuck and old Sam finishing up the last of his chores in the diner.
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"Benny? That guy's got all his social skills from the trash he sleeps on. We getting in the habit of playing the telephone game with our info now?" James blabbed, probably sounding a little more accusative than he needed to. Yeah, he was starting to get antsy again. His hot feet were cooking in the boots - probably going to melt right through the floor if they didn't get a start, and a good one.

"Now me, I'd start wondering why Benny hasn't gotten snacked yet if he didn't stink so bad..."

James seemed to become suddenly aware of his own existence, and how that was going for him. He raised his arm and took a wiff. On anyone else's face, the slightly dissatisfied frown would have probably been a dry heave.

"Guess I'm safe. Y'all could get with the frontal plans near where the Toddlers in Tiaras was found, in case our baddie is building some secret underground lair with sharks and laser beams. I could poke around Benny's royal bedchambers and maybe check around... " the kid obviously was improvising at this point, as he made his usual brain buffering gesture of twirling his finger next to his head, only vaguely disguising it by dropping it to a point on the map. It was just some little path tangential to the pond. "Here. Near this jelly stain. I hear monsters love those kinds of places."

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40556634 No. 40556634 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: From the Beginning #Serious

For every story has a beginning.

But knowledge does not spread so fast, and what was written down to be kept forever could be lost or destroyed, leaving the mind to forget it's origin and wander through the world, only able to look at what's close behind it and what could wait up ahead. This was how we were forced to live, having traditions as our only source to vaguely summarize where we came from. This was, until one became determined to find the truth.

For years, this pony has secluded himself to libraries, traveling across Equestria while almost never saying a word to any pony. One who would watch him pass by a town would always remember him for the determination in his eyes and, more-so-than-the-first, the odor that followed him. It was a long time that he spent, trying to find the answers as to how Equestria came to be, and all his years of research has lead him to a frozen wasteland far far away from home.

He fought the bitter cold for over a month. The stallion's food was starting to run out, and no sign of any vegetation would be around; not for miles to come. His faith in finding what he was looking for was beginning to fade, and it seemed like he would have to return to the warmer climates in Equestria. He fell to the snow covered ground, feeling lost and defeated by all the years he spent, only to find that it might have been a mistake after all. But as if the shining grace of Celestia came to show him the way, he would look up, seeing what his heart desired: an old ruined archive, lost to all forms of life until this very day. He rushed inside, seeking refuge from the cold and finding good shelter, something he hasn't been able to enjoy for a while now. Looking around, he saw the vast array of books and scrolls. Many were ruined. He had no idea where to begin. Out of all the books, the one that caught his eye first would be found on a table, set up on a small podium at the other end of what was left of the structure he was in. The stalli
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>> No. 40598692
How do you roll again?
>> No. 40601407
Just type [1dX] where X is the number of sides. Don't worry about what the roll should be, just pick something you think is fair.
>> No. 40603063
Evens good outcome, odds bad outcome.
1d10 = 8

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40094034 No. 40094034 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Canon: Destination: Equestria #Series: Requiem #Adventure #Dark #Violence #General #Serious #So close...

Fear. One of the most potent forces. An instrument to rule over others, to bind and break them. A tool of tyrants and monsters.

How grim and narrow-minded.

Fear of the dark and cold gave birth to fire. Fear of being forgotten creates truly amazing works of art. Fear of loneliness forms friendships and communities. Fear of extinction creates new life.

Sit for a while, and witness for yourself what tremendous feats a small band of heroes could be motivated to accomplish...out of their fear of death. Look to the other end of the playing the soulless monstrosity plaguing the land, its vast army...and the puppet it has created to gain my favor and sate my hunger.

Amazing what fear can create, no?

Look, they have almost reached their destination. Impressive that they managed to get the ship up and ready in such a short time, don't you think? Fear, my friend. In an way, you could say...they owe their accomplishments to me. Funny, really...that it was me causing what led us all to this point...and what will end this conflict, one way or another. But enough talk...I'm eager to meet them all.
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"I don't care what kind of trap this is. I'm willing to barrel through and get to whatever lies ahead. I want this to end so I can finally leave this wasteland and go back home."

Sure, the sparks of electricity ran through his body, the slight tingle of energy dancing through his fibers, but what laid ahead was all he wanted.
>> No. 40601917
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They Royal couple were a bit further down when the massive electric discharge happened, but not close enough to actually see it. However they did rush ahead to see what they could find....

Spiral moved along with them, looking at Shade, "He's right... we need to press on." She sniffed the air, " That's the smell of someone else getting hit by whatever that was. I think we're safe... Let's move..."
>> No. 40602678
Wheaton nodded, picking up his pace, and saying, "We should catch up with Shining Armor and Princess Cadence. I'm not sure what other kinds of traps there may be here, but we should all stay together. Be careful, though. There may be un-triggered traps down here, still."

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40600383 No. 40600383 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

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

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.
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>> No. 40602666
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>Eighteen-minute-late Echo, echo, echo...

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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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>Ranger says nothing.
>> No. 40600266
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"Well, c'mon."
Rushie turns around, dragging her tail across both your nose and Dawn's.
She smells like she's in heat.
"We gotta find a nice, private place to let Dawny show off."

"dis gon b guuud~"
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"Welp, looks like it's gonna happen."

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40598298 No. 40598298 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Courtesy/Common Sense/Mech #Mechs

"A 'Mech as powerful as possible, as impenetrable as possible, and as ugly and foreboding as conceivable, so that fear itself will be our ally."

-Aleksandr Kerensky-

With the largest amount of armor of nearly any 'Mech, crippling firepower, and the foreboding skull-shaped "Death's Head" cockpit/head assembly, the Atlas lived up to its reputation. The mere sight of an Atlas had been known to make even a veteran MechWarrior break out in a cold sweat, and theoretically a single Atlas can take on and wipe out an entire battalion of Stingers in exchange for minor armor loss.

Take that Japanese Mecha.

The bar is NOT auto-staff, and it will stay that way.

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"...Um, no?

That's why I said hi."
>> No. 40600384
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"Just one, so far. An' that was my fault, really."
He sighs.
"And one sore spot. But I didn't really have time for that one to become a bruise, so it doesn't really count."
His face betrays the slightest hints of wishful thinking.
>Apologies for slow post, had a friend ask for advice.
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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:

Week One-Canterlot

My dearest Toby,
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>> No. 40592781
...And lo and behold, she delivers.
"You couldn't cut a goddamn egg with this piece of shit. What you need, kid," She says, pulling out a whetstone from one of her pockets, "Is one'a these. This and a little oil, and that club of yours can be a real sword."

Astral doesn't respond, her eyes are closed, and she seems to be thinking about something. After a few seconds, she opens her eyes, but something seems off about her. Her previous slouched posture has changed, and her shoulders seem quite a bit broader than previously. The final nail in that coffin is her eyes; They're an electric blue, as opposed to their previous stormy color. There's a new Bat in Belfrytown.
During the period of Astral's eyes being closed, her brain had pretty much shut down for a second, so it could change hands. Astral goes out, new(well, old) guy comes in.
The moment that the new Entity(hereby simply referred to as The Entity or simply Entity until I can think of a proper name) opened it's eyes, began to talk. It sounded rather strange coming from this frail looking girl's body, the voice of something that has been on this Earth a thousand years, and shall stay many thousands to come. It's abundantly clear that something is wrong.
"Spyglass has been temporarily sidelined due to her continuing mental breakdown. I will happily explain myself, but if you attempt to harm me, I will have no choice but to use all force necessary. I am no monster, nor am I exactly what you would refer to as a person; I am another entity requiring a form to inhabit. Spyglass's happened to fit my requirements. I am not a recent occurrence either, remember, I am not a monster. And before you ask, I do not have a name."

Reapo still cowers for a sec, before waddling up to Toby, and tugging on his leg whilst Entity speaks. He looks extremely perturbed, and rather unhappy.
>> No. 40599005
Despite the insults, Blue was still a colt and the idea of battle was not just intriguing-he craved it.

The heart pounding action, the thrill of the chase and the fear. He wanted it so badly without even realizing just how bad it would be when he got it.

However, having seen the size of the monster that Asma had brought down. He felt a kind of respect for her and secretly was very interested in what she might teach him, but the salt on his wounds still stung and he could not bring himself to utter something sweet.

"Pft, and what would you know about swords? I bet you've never even been in battle."

>> No. 40599039
The instant he finishes his sentence, Asma has already drawn her pistol, aiming it directly at Blue's head. "Rule one. Shit on a helping hand, it shits right back. And it generally shits explosive rounds aimed at your noggin. Were I to pull this trigger, they wouldn't be able to find any pieces of your head. That got through that thick skull of yours?"

Entity turns to the leader of the guard, brow furrowing in annoyance. "Excuse me, you appear to be of some intelligence. Would you kindly explain what is going on? I believe it would aid in Spyglass's return to sanity, as well as help me to get out of this universe as fast as possible."

Reapo continues tugging on his leg, becoming more insistent and scared with each tug.

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>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.

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>Groot is wandering through the Mansion's halls, looking in marvel at things like...lamps, and...tables.

>Relatedly, there' a large, Groot-shaped hole in the ceiling.
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#Limited #Canon: Ponies in Space!

The galaxy would be saved in a mere two hours.

All around him, the world, the ship, the very quarter of existence was a desperate panic of action and violence. Navies that took millenia to construct were slamming against each other with absolutely everything they had. The void was choked with fleets, embers, debri, broiling plasma, cosmic fissures, miniaturized black holes, and many millions of dead. Every second of conflict was loaded with the most fantastic and horrific carnage, the likes of which defied comprehension. This area of space would never be clean. The blood of endless crewman and the remains of once mighty warships would forever drift here. It could never be called a graveyard. This was the apotheosis of a simple graveyard, thousands of lives flickering and sputtering into blackness every moment was divine. Hell itself.

And yet, sadly, it was so necessary.

There was so little he could do to assist the unconscionable bloodshed presently, all of his cards were on the table, all but one. His commanders, dogmatic and unnaturally loyal to his cause, expounded every effort to destroy as many Alliance craft as they could possibly muster. Soldiers on distant worlds pushed ever onward, confident that no enemy fleet would arrive to stop them. His hidden machines continued to invisibly poison entire populations. The gears were in motion, and all that was left to do was watch - and await his role as the ultimate authority.

Ardo would be a very solemn god indeed. For his glorious vision of the future would not include himself. A man so drenched in death, deceit, and profound evil could not be allowed to rule the kingdom of glory. The ascended would rule themselves and usher in an age of understanding that could not end. They would be boundless and powerful, freed at last; at the expense of his sacrifice. They would find divinity on a mountain of corpses, with his own at the very, very top.
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Sunburst breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Though she had come to realize Celestia's immortality and being trapped on Equestrian soil her whole life had left the monarch somewhat... naive and idealistic. She couldn't imagine she would have been so foolish as to plant Smiles in their midst. The director had only done so herself in the past, while the scheming unicorn was under her complete control thanks to Maddy's curse. This however had surprised her. She hadn't really known much about the so called master of metal. Other than she had gave the order to have his petrified form recovered during the lunar prison raid, among other Equestrian born menaces. She didn't know about him and his motivations to be completely certain either way how high this ranked on the bad idea meter. She supposed he wanted to rule; and further supposed that he would not thrive well in the world Director Nil wanted to create. In that regard, they could have a common problem.

"Shellhead-" She began in a sickeningly sweet, overly friend way. The same way one may greet an old friend with an endearing childhood nickname. "Look at you, free of your stone prison. last time I saw you; you had pigeons roosting on your shoulders. You were a little bit less about metal back then- You seemed to prefer...."

She puts on a pair of sunglasses.

"Hard rock."
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Archer didn't know this particular being, but he was certainly imposing. Perhaps he had, in passing, been mentioned, but Archer had considered it beyond his notice. Criminals imprisoned by the Equestrians didn't often seem so threatening, as many were corrupt bankers, jokesters, some were even immortal beings, such as the Discord he heard of, but they were demure in his eyes to some of the scum of the galaxy.

This individual though seemed to break the mold. Though, true to their roots, he seemed to have some strange musical affinity that gave him an almost whimsical air. Suits the pastel creampuffs to have even sing-song serial killers.


He listens to Sunburst too, thinking she's about to give an exposition on who this was, when the pun gets delivered.

A slow, exasperated breath, that comes through the helmet as slightly static-y is all that the blue behemoth has to say in response to that one.
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"BWAHAHHAHAH! I'm an iron man, miniscule red horse." he shouts boisterously, his laugh carrying a sort of gravelly, though melodic tone.

"It's about two minutes to midnight, ladies and gentlemen. Shall we get this show on the road?" calls out the Curator of Carnage, striking his guitar down against the deck of the transport, a screech of notes resonating out from its boxy confines.

"I can't keep an audience that's just dying to see me wait any longer. " his helm lowering to gaze at the group of what is probably Equestria's finest standing before him, his singing tone darkening

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