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39323512 No. 39323512 Stickied [View] [Last 50 posts]

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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40805153 No. 40805153 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #HOLY FUCK

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.

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:
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>> No. 40805490
>A wild Nev appears!
>> No. 40805491
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>> No. 40805492
>Woo! Lunchtime! Who would like to RP?

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

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. 40804430
Nevermind. Imma sleep.
> He fires at the last one from the revolver:
1d20 = 13
1d20 = 13
1d20 = 10
>> No. 40804628
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Deflecting the bullets with her katana cherry reared up and jumped and attempted to return the favor with her sword.
1d20 = 19
>> No. 40805461
> Each of the robot's shots misses the target, as suddenly Cherry's katana cuts just an inch near it. It turns and aims at her, but the last of Gear's bullets finishes this robot.
I think we're done here.
> He realoads while saying this.

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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.


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. 40805446
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Dom gave her a small nod, his hooves wrapped nicely around her acting like a sort of blanket for her as he leaned his head back on his pillow and let out a long silent yawn. He blinks a few times though, tilting his head to look down at her and says quietly. "Say...Doc?"
>> No. 40805449
By now, the doctor has her eyes closed; she's comfortable, cozy, and relaxed. However, she's not asleep just yet. One of her ears perks, and she lets out a small hum.

'Yes, Dom?" she asks, not bothering to open her eyes.
>> No. 40805452
"Ehhh....Nothin." He moved his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes once more and relaxing, still feeling warm and a bit buzzed from his drinks, made where he was right now nice and relaxing.

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

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

The world could break apart with sadness in the meantime.

--Catherine E. Coulson
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>> No. 40805180
"...Get over here, you dummy," Scootaloo taunts, craning her neck to look at Andrew. "It's over. Come here."
>> No. 40805182
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The stage around them begins to dissolve, white light creeping into the edge of their vision.

"We're finally going home" Annie says longingly.

Just then, the group hears a low chuckle, which turns into a malicious cackle.

From out of Jeb, a ghostly form arises. "You might have stopped me, but the Dark Plain is not so forgiving to those who fail its test."
He looks down to the unconscious filly, smiling at the opportunity. The spirit dashes towards her.

>> No. 40805191
Giving a faint, tired smile, andrew lifted himself back up and dragging his unloaded corssobw in hsi teeth, he crawled himself over before flopping bakc down next to her, giving a quite content sigh of relief as he took the chance to rest and do equal parts comforting and being comforted

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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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But your cutie mark... It is your special talent, is it not?
Rain giggles happily and squirms under the hoof.

The mare shakes her head and paws at the ground, looking down as if to apologize
> Notice: I am really sorry about the late response I have been dealing with some sh*t over here and I have had no time to post at all. I will be TRYING to post more often, but I also have to hope things die down a little. Also I will only be posting from my phone for a little while until I can afford another computer because my old one was broken.
>> No. 40802626
"Well, I guess...But, like...I don't know, food just wasn't my life's calling...Er, well...I guess it is NOW since that jerk dumped the place on me like he did..."
She sighs and shakes her head, leaning down to nuzzle Rain
"I don't know, I went to college for other random stuff...At this point, I can barely remember."
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If you really don't want to run the crossroads, then why do you? You could probably sell the place... but what do I know?
Orchid said patting Rain's mane
You go sell it mommy? I like that place.

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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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The time lady nods, making her way over to the bed at a lethargic pace. "R-right. Uh... How are you feeling?" She seems a bit awkward, looking over the bandages. "Hopefully a little better...?"
>> No. 40804731
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"Ain't dead...yet," he points out with a grimace, tweaking his ears to face her, and attempting to sit up. This, however, seems to take some very noticeable effort on his part.

"...I don't wanna die yet, 'zuli..."
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Jane shows nothing of Azuli's apprehension, but she does remain near the door, not seeing any real need to get any closer to the colt. Physically or otherwise.
"Kept you alive up til this point, like you wanted," she says, not bothering to mention how little she'd actually done to help. "What now? You still need me around, or you gonna dump me back in the bug-filled nightmare?"

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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.

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:

Last thread:
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she thinks for a moment
"that should work...think anypony would get mad if I make a small one in your mansion? your military...has bases so secret it should work there....we may need to go to new marexico for this...or you know...Take me to your leader."
she giggled making jokes she thought they would understand
"not a problem stick it out somewhere in the everfree and turn on the cloak."

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>Unfortunately, her humor simply draws a blank for him. He tries to think of something to reply to it, but just goes with the latter half.

Yeah, okay. Well, make sure that wherever you do keep it, that it stays secure. I will say that along with a lot of good things flock to the Mansion, is also drags along the bad.
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"that transmission must have been too old for this era...I was watching a movie from around this time period about 1050 light years from Terra one day...called "the day the earth stood still" she said shrugging.
"with that I could just get her back up and park her at the side of this mansion you speak of."
she went to the cock pit and sat down in the captain's chair flipping switches that closed hatches and offered him a seat.

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40794646 No. 40794646 [View]
#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.


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. 40802424
Steam hissed from various locomotives waiting at the platform. Shouts from the station master between the conductors mixed with the chatter of those that boarded and disembarked from the coaches.

The low call of a whistle was sounded, an old donkey at the throttle looking out from the cab, chewing on a wad of brown cud. He bit on a rope, pulling down to let out another blast from the brass pipes atop the massive locomotive. He leaned back out the cab window, spitting down onto the ballast of the tracks. "Hurry it up! This Princess leaves in ten minutes!"

On another platform in clear view, a familiar pinto patterned three legged colt hobbled up onto a coach on a mining train marked for Prometheus mine.
>> No. 40802672
Shocked and slightly annoyed at Digger's determination, Critical runs over to the other train to stop him. He climbs on and tries to locate the colt.
>> No. 40804546
Growling, the Gryphon ignores the offered hoof and stand up on his own, feeling at his jaw (lower beak?) as he held a scowl over his avian features.

"Gerhard." he says, picking up his bag and slinging it over his back .

"you hoofbeaters have no sense of humour." And with that, and some aggravated farewells, the gryphon leaves the bar along with Critical, moving towards the station in search of this donkey.

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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. 40803778
Blue follows Asma into the shed and starts looking through the covereds.

"You happen to see a pen and paper anywhere?"

Toby shrugs again towards Walks.

"Beats me. I want to talk to it, but I don't know how.."
>> No. 40803811
"Shit k-kid, you're useless. Here, got a pad an' shit right here." She shuffles in a pocket, retrieving a small pad of paper and a pen.

Reapo still hugs the dog, happily squeaking at it.

And Bells finally stops, miming writing on a piece of paper to the group.
>> No. 40804376
"I still don't understand how that was a language. It was just waving it's foot around, almost looked like it was casting a spell..kinda." Walks said shaking her head angrily, "Is it a mute or something?"

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40802710 No. 40802710 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #ANCIENT SINS




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Topics tonight include:
>Ancient sins
>Ancient sins
>Ancient sins
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>> No. 40805162
>sexy yeti then
>> No. 40805168
Uhm... Can I get you anything?
>> No. 40805249
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40265394 No. 40265394 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#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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Ah, a night to question for the rest of his life. Indeed...but the chill in the air that whips through Chucks hair acts as a ghastly warning that the night isn't yet over.

He makes it not even halfway around the next block before feeling the nauseating pain of that damn headache again. But what's this? No ooky spookies lurking around in the shadows this time. No, just a group of orphan kids playing in the streets like every other night. They were mostly seen as rodents to the larger population of the city who didn't have time or energy to deal with their begging little faces and outstretched hands. Nor did the cities higher ups have the 'resources' to manage them. So they were left to fend for themselves for the most part.

With the headache now sending Chucks sanity on the fringe again, a scene plays out before him that will have him questioning once more if he is merely hallucinating.

A child stands at the street corner in front of a wall of a building which he seems to be using for cover from something down the alley. He wears nothing more than rags for clothes, but in his hands he weilds a plastic baseball bat. The type of hollow ones they make for little boys and girls who haven't quite yet figured out the art of playing nice. He weilds it high above his head like he's trying to call down a bolt of lightning, or maybe a magical timelord. And on any other night this might have seemed like common play. Not tonight however.

Mere seconds later a shout is heard. From down the alley comes running a tiny girl. Her hair is dark and chopped short, with some of it matting and turning into dreadlocks. In her arms she holds a small, once white teddy bear-its pretty fur now covered in years of dirt of grime, and it's left eye missing from its plush face.

"It's coming! It's coming!" she cries to the boy as she holds her arm up and points down the alley, and the boy does not break his stance.
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What the pant-shitting fuck.

Chuck momentarily devolved into three people, as he watched the almost cartoonish violence unfold. One wanted to run after those kids, to ask them what the Hell they were doing, or what even just happened. Another wanted to simply sprint back to the auto-shop, pop into his car, and hopefully book it in time to get home before he completely lost his mind. And the third wanted to turn and run back to the Be-Bops, kick open the door, and demand the cure for this madness from a certain fat asshole.

All three jerked in three directions - Chuck awkwardly stumbled and sat down on the curb in utter befuddlement. The kids disappeared around the corner. The scene was over. Chuck sat - bewildered.

"What," he stated into the air, seeming to forget to add the inflection.

With a bleary blink, he brought himself back. Shaking his head (a bit like a dog) the greaser rose to his feet. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, staring down the alley - and the spat of gore in the middle of it.
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A rustle in the trees. A scent on the wind. Something smelt of sleepyness and ammonia, a pungent odor that left the beasts claws clutching the soft ground and it's shoulders shivering. It's eye scans the shadows and focuses in on a fragile little body curled up under some leaves near the base of an old oak. The soft thumping of its weak heart filled the beasts ears and made it's mouth wetten and dribble with saliva. The prey doesn't yet know it is being stalked, nor is it even aware it's in danger. It's mind is in the sweet land of dreams, where it's troubles are melted away and it's pain forgotten.

The beast moves...stops...creeps again..

The scent is too tempting, the pulse too strong. It leaps, and the prey awakens.

The ground shakes a mere second before the screaming starts. It starts with a quick, half hearted frightened gasp that quickly delves down into strangled cries of pain. The ground shakes again, the trees sway, and more screams errupt into the silence of the night. The beast has found it's prey before the hunters have found the beast.

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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

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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>> No. 40803687
Exactly! If she plus whatever mumbo jumbo that depowered you, I'll swoop in and drag her to Fillydephia!
>> No. 40803689
"Those amateur villains won't stand a chance against the Power Ponies!!"
>> No. 40803692

Agreed! Together, there's not much who can stand against us!

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40788410 No. 40788410 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Convergence Arc #Adventure #Dark #Violence #General #Serious ##Ask if you wish to join!

Part 1 can be found here:

"So!" the man in the purple suit says, clasping his hands together.

"Let's get this show on the road already? I'm probably not the only one who thinks this is long overdue." he says with a smirk., looking you over.

"...And uh, I'll be honest. I don't know how this is going to go. I hope you've got your bags packed, because we leave in five."

And with that he leaves to speak with the other two arrivals, a woman who looks earlier similar to the man in purple, and a girl who looks as though she just came straight out of the nearest punk rock concert.

So who are you? And what have you brought with you to accompany this mysterious man on his journey?
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>She looks around.
No bear in this room.
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The wastelander proceeded to sit down for a second, and breath heavily.
He then proceeded to search Claire.
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>And so we pause for the night!

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40800285 No. 40800285 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #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

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:
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>> No. 40802708
>Shoot, I know one of mine met Gretchen, but I forget whom... Thousand maybe?

>I dunno. She is approached by an orange mare whose pregnancy is starting to show

>I don't want butt, no. But I might like other things.
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Oh, hello.
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