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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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And now back to our regular programme!
Humans are not real. If you saw any humans, or if any humans have told you they saw any humans, or if you believe to be human yourself, please direct your hooves to your nearest certified retrophrenologist to have your little "hyooman" issue fixed. It's only 5 bits and lasts a lifetime! Minor side effects may occur like migraine, skull fracture, sudden blackouts, profuse gum bleeding, and schizophrenia.

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40664337 No. 40664337 [View]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Crossover #Violence #General #Serious #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Nicolas Cage for president of North Korea

If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, see a suggested OP post at:

HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk!


HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk!

The bar is NOT auto-staff, and it will stay that way.
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>> No. 40664362
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>> No. 40664363
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>1 S33 WH4T YOU D1D TH3R3 OP

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40641768 No. 40641768 [View]
#Open #Canon: The Unikon #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Ponies #Semi-serious

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

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

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

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

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

As for the pony settlers, many fled to the south towards the mining settlements of Celestia and Luna, both sister cities now encased in massive walls of stone and lumber. The only things in and out of the settlements now were the occasional armored train, carrying food, mail, and supplies alongside the usual transfer of refugees and soldiers. They had lost contact with the small mission station near Twilight City, the fates of the 100 souls stationed there now unknown to the outside world.
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Chop regarded the young miner with a slightly tilted head, looking more thoughtful than concerned.
"You're awful young to be working. Even without the damage I could see why the board might think that..."
The train of thought didn't go much further than that, but it didn't seem to leave its station either. His brow furrowed even more, if possible, but he spoke slower and quieter - almost as if commenting to himself.

He shook his head, dispelling the picture of a premonition in his head. Have to stay clear of nine.
"Sorry to hear about that kid; you must be doing your old man proud. With dedication like that, n' all."
>> No. 40654430
The young colt nodded with a small grin on his face. "He actually trained me how to. I got enough force in my back legs to shatter ore from the rock." He seemed to beam at that last comment. "I may be short one, but I got it where it counts."

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

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

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

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

"I wonder if there is another way."

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

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

"Tell me, Warchief. Are casting swords, out of the metals drawn from the earth itself unnatural? I too do recall the histories mentioning our people gaining such knowledge from the Thunderbirds many summers ago. But you

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40652917 No. 40652917 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Limited #Ask/invite #Planned #Canon: Donut Bar Convergence Arc #Adventure #Dark #Violence #General #Serious #Normal

"Everyone ready? Then let's go." the rabbit-eared woman says, her final words before you feel a sudden shift in the pit of your stomach.

The air around you begins to fill with a faint pink twinkling as the world around you begun to blur. Your head begun to thud dully and an awful stretching sensation is felt as though something had just picked you up by your feet and your hands and is now spinning you around.

The feeling only grows, becoming more and more intense until it suddenly ceases, leaving you dazed as you stagger in place.

You are no longer within the safe confides of the Donut Bar.

Instead you find yourself perched near the tip of a mountain side, the air filled with a warm, pleasant breeze that juxtaposes the motive for being her almost perfectly. Not too far from where you arrived, there is a camp site. A few tents, wooden crates and a fire, currently being stoked by a man garbed in a battledress, with a pair of rabbit ears perched atop his head.

This is staging area before your assault on the camp mentioned by Ammie before you left. Here is where you will discuss your plan and strategy before carry out the important task of retrieving information from Captain Rojas and his men about the maniacal chaosling Fionna.
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>By this point she should be able to tell whether or not she is actually wounded (is she?) so she sits up and picks herself up, still focusing on keeping her weapon accurate.

>If both mercs are behind the same truck, then Lotse attempts to quietly circle around it to fire at them from behind.
>If not then she just stays covering wherever Ben is not.
>I'm exhausted, I'm gonna sleep.
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Thankfully, it seems the plate carrier had caught most of the damage. Your chest took the rest.

It's going to hurt like all hell later, but bruised ribs and a damaged armour plate seem to be the worst you're going to get out of this.

Banking around the truck, you manage to nail the remaining two.

And that was that.

"...Jesus Lotse, you take a bullet to the chest and you still keep on trucking."

>Sleep tight!
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>She shoots one to kill, but the other only to cripple. With a shattered leg that merc doesn't seem to be going anywhere, and she pulls away any weaponry he might have had before slumping at the side of the truck, resting herself..
Adrenaline rush. Check the cargo.

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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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The sharp, loud noise of a body hitting the pavement made him stop in his tracks. His ears snapped stiffly up, swivelling about seconds before he twisted his neck to glance behind him. He turned to the right, and for the moment it was his unscarred, more pleasant-looking side that stared at the mare in open surprise. Strangely enough, he also looked a bit nervous.

His pace had taken him into what some call the "danger zone" -- a narrow area where one is not far enough from a fellow pedestrian to casually neglect to help, but not close enough where it's expected of one to show concern and offer assistance. After a bit of awkward shuffling in place, the zebra slowly turned in full. He didn't seem to recognize the mare yet, waggling an awkward hoof as he took a few nervous steps towards her.

"Uh... y-- you okay?"
>> No. 40663602
The pretty mare held up a hoof and said a muffled "I'm good." She breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that zebra didn't recognize her. Yet. Just to be safe, she kept her head down, hiding her facial features from him. "Don't mind me, I'm fine. Just tripped." She said, still keeping her head down. Hopefully with one eye...mechanical eye...bandaged, there was less of a chance he would remember her from the club.
She couldn't help but wonder where he was going in such a hurry. Not that she'd voice her curiosity to this zebra. She didn't even know his name.
"What happened to your eye?"
The question burst out of Eclipse's mouth before she could stop it.
Crap crap crap! You idiot
So much for not voicing her curiosities.
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Her expected, perfectly reasonable answer elicited little more than a slow, silent nod from him as he stopped a few metres away from her. He was all set to drop the matter, turn around and continue on his way without a second glance at her when she asked that utterly inexplicable question.

His head snapped back like she'd slapped him across the web of scar tissue that passed for a cheek. With the deep trenches and smaller, branching lacerations along it, it was almost strange he even bothered with bandages. The inflexible skin twisted, as did the bandages, in an attempt to narrow his bad eye while his other widened in shock. For a solid couple seconds, he just stared at her, lost for words.

"... Is it that scary?" Farasi asked, not unkindly. He sounded genuinely concerned, if a bit absently shocked, that she found it disgusting. He shook his head roughly a second later.

"Sorry. It's a long story. Uh... workplace accident. Kinda," he said hurriedly, offering a vague, stilted and uncomfortable explanation as he turned back around. He dipped his neck, shook his head again as if to clear it and began marching off, apparently finding this to be sufficient.

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40662123 No. 40662123 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. 40664334
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>OKay, I got an ea for the new thread. Stay tuned.
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>Not a problem!
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40645149 No. 40645149 [View]
#Open #Canon #Fresh start #Dark #General #Semi-serious

The sun has dipped behind the City skyline. Ponies have retreated to their homes, kissed their kids goodnight, and gone to sleep for the night. Of course, when nobody is watching, who knows what shadows may slip through the city...


Welcome to the first, and possibly last, thread of The Freaks Come Out at Night! This is an experimental thread, where the only real rule is this: Your character should be a creature of the night, someone who would generally be shunned in the light. If this ends up being popular, I'll do another. Have fun!
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> Out in an alley, a hobo would lay down, not making much sense to anyone. As he leaned against the brick wall, the top of his tall hat would have a flap that would open.
> Two sets of yellow eyes with black pupils would look out, with a rather annoyed expression being seen quite easily.

Balfour! BALFOUR!

> The hatter would quickly pop up. It was clear now that he was simply drunk.
Huh? What?

> The hairy thing that was in his hat would sigh, rolling it's eyes before looking back down at him.

You said you'd let me out of this hat once the sun went down. Now is the time! I wanna go see who I can't rustle this night. Last time I went out, I swear this one woman wet herself.

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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. 40662110
"W-whaa??" Andrew rasied an eyebrow, and frowned as he stared at his own shadow. "What is this??"
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She blinked in confusion
>> No. 40662114
Copper's shadow is the first one to make a move. Charging forward, it headbutts Copper, sending him flying back with a thud.
After rubbing his head for a moment, he runs forward, bucking the shadow in the chest. Copper suddenly crumples to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. He manages to wheeze out "I think this might be a problem"

[To Be Continued]

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40659538 No. 40659538 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. 40662124
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>He rolls his eyes.
"Still, gotta have some advantage..."
>> No. 40662125
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He goes out with other mares from time to time, that's just how we are.
Though, are you suggesting we do something he might not like~?

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40617598 No. 40617598 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Planned #Canon: Northern Kingdom #Adventure #Violence

Welcome to the Northern Kingdom rp, wanna sign up or read up on some of the back story then visit the sign up thread in the oc.

Now on to the story

The blizzard was merciless as it covered the ponies traveling a narrow path through the mountains. The storm surely hindered their travels and none of them can see what was ahead. The guide turned and began to shout over the storm so he could be heard. "This is far as I go, if you continue on you'll be leaving Equestria. Stay on the path at all costs and you'll reach a cave that will take you through the mountains. If you have any questions about this area you best ask now."
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>> No. 40656216
Lunar Sun was successful and she could hear him thanking her for the assistance he then begins to spar with a windago and the second one challenged her with their master now out of sight.
>> No. 40658852
Lunar Sun gave the windago a smile that was anything but friendly and launched at it with a cry, daggers raised.
>> No. 40660331
She managed to strike the windago and pieces of ice scattered across the floor yet it was not dead. It stared into Lunar Sun's eyes with an emotionless expression as gust of wind carrying hail, hit her.

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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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>> No. 40658797
Iselia shrugs, unsure of how to continue the conversation. She was always bad around those she barely knew
"Uhm...It kinda sounds like you don't want to continue that particular conversation...Have, uh...Anything else you'd want to talk about? Or...something...?"
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Kinzie looked around the room.

"Uuuhhh... not really. No..."
>> No. 40659635
Iselia blinks and rubs the back of her head
"Ah...Uhmm...R-Right...I...I should probably go, hehe...I don't mean to bother you, and all that."
She gives a shy smile and starts backing out of the room
"But...I-It was nice to meet you, Kinzie..."

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40656901 No. 40656901 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Adventure #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Common Sense / Courtsey / Fun #The waffle shop does not exist

>If you, poor soul, would take a fancy at making a Donut Bar thread sometime, you are adviced to take a look at the default copypasta here:! Do come and look around, pay no attention to screams from under the floor, those are just rats.

Welcome to the Donut Bar, where ships run rampant and logic doesn't matter.

Ladies and Gentlemen, it's almost Easter! Let's celebrate Easter! Eat your government-issued chocolate bunny today. They do not, I repeat, do not lay eggs or are alive. Those are all filthy lies made by communists and political diffidents, weak-hearted and small-willied. The bunnies are chocolate and delicious and definetely are not screaming. The red is raspberry jam and the crunchy parts are made of nuts. Mostly nuts. Citizen, celebrate Easter today.

This message brought to you by Lucky Strike.

And now, the weather. []
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>Night to you too Andrew
>> No. 40659539
>Oh goin to bed?
GOodnight ave^^
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40512104 No. 40512104 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Non-canon #General #Semi-serious #Single file, please. #No entry from Impon.

Open for anyone and everyone wanting to participate. This is for fun!

Day 27, November 13, 783 NMM

The border checkpoint between Arztrotska and Equestria has just opened. The communist state has defined its border with Equestria, and now passage between the two states has been made possible after a 6-year conflict. Although tensions are still high, Arztrotska has gone back to its routines before the war; the October labor lottery finished, and a new immigration officer has been selected. As hundreds are lined up to immigrate, visit, or take transit through the country, the new Immigration Officer prepares her office, takes a seat, and grabs the microphone to speak.

As the speakers roar to life, her voice is shot through the air for all to hear.


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She smiles, and makes a note of your name.
"I'll remember how you helped me, Kin Glaz. Someday, I'll get to the bottom of this--and I'll make sure to tell everyone how much you helped!"

And with that, she nods to the guards, and they leave to make that telegram.
>> No. 40655638
For once, the inspector had a smile on her face. It had probably been a long time since she had a smile, concerning how tough it was in this second world country. After reminiscing in what just happened, she smiles, reaches for the megaphone, and yells.

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The telegram is placed back upon the desk of Neigh Poni Haymeson, as he contemplates the contents.

As usual, Watergate had gotten herself into a bigger mess than her assignment. What next? Is she gonna get herself caught on camera with a murder suspect or something?
Anyway. He needed to find another pony to send over there.

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40656739 No. 40656739 [View]

Equestria has never been, and will never be, a normal society. Magic runs rampant throughout the streets whilst cities float in the clouds. But, in some parts of the world, magic and the unnatural flourish more than usual. An example of one of these places is Hooferville, which has been a rift from this world to the next ever since Starswirl the Bearded opened it and gifted Equestria with even more magical power than the land already possessed. This has also made it a popular place for the supernatural to be appearing. Angels, demons, and ethereal beings come through this rift sometimes and dwell among the residents. As of late, there has been a string of disappearances of young fillies and stallions who do not have their cutie marks. This is where your story begins.

If you have yet to sign up, please do it on our OOC/Sign-Ups thread. Also, you can contact me through Skype as ectoAlchemist.

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40654461 No. 40654461 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. 40656900
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>....I don't know! Certainly not bad.
>> No. 40656903
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Of fucking course not.
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>Good to hear. RP?

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