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List!!DmZwuuBQIx 41009632

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....We're safe here, right?
Someone please hold me..
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Better Layton Never 53: Creeps from the Deep Edition 41049254[View][Last 50 Posts]

#IC#Better Layton Never#Ask/Invite
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrUZAUOm_Dw

Evil, like with many things, hides in the depths. It lurks in the corners of people's souls, in the back of their minds. Many choose not to act on these portions of themselves, and those that do? They usually end up pushed back or cut down early on before they can become a real threat.

Every so often though, there's those that achieve great things, push the boundaries and take their cruelty to new levels, so much they can be considered monsters. The people of Xavara have a word for this kind of person, a word from part of their population's homeworld...

...Barraki, the term was made for a group of nigh unkillable warlords from the Matoran Homeworld, they conquered and killed untold numbers, known for their personification as "Demons", in a way they could be seen as evil itself...
What became of the Barraki you might ask? Why the Matoran's did with it what most do with their evils, banished them to the depths, the depths of the ocean floor, surviving thanks to a large source of mutagen leaking from the "Pit" prison. Thought to be demons before, with the mutations, perhaps they finally truly were...demons just waiting for an option to wreck havok on the surface world again.

Commander, Takadox recovered.

Excellent...Welcome to Better Layton Never, Enjoy your stay.

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Dom The Bear!f1BearzjRw 41052997

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>>41052990
....

>This place sure did have all kinds of people.....For some reason this made her think of Nev....she shook her head quickly. Looking at her bag as she looked at him


I'm going to want to change when we get their by the way.

>With that, she hoist her bag over her shoulder and holds her rifle in her arms, hoping on the airship with him, being on her guard.

проповедник!Cyka87Bfxk 41053263

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>>41052749
>Alice's eyes widen slightly.

Hueco was a bartender?

<"... He may have told me about that, actually. I should listen to him more."


So you're his adviser...

>Crossing her arms, she taps her foot a couple of times, before looking up at Ramses with a serious expression on her face.


In that case... Try to pound into his thick head that he needs to be a bit harder on his subjects.

>She thrusts her thumb in the direction of the dining room.


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Six!DNoble2Hk2 41053484

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>>41052744

>Six rubs the back of her head slightly at Bang's declaration.


>Six raises a finger


..well eer...signs?

>>41052617

>Well, he was quick to make an exit, wasn't he?


>>41052670

>She almost couldn't believe Chief's response to her speech, blinking very slowly

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Donut Bar: All Roads Lead to Gran Soren Edition Demo Dick !GuNsagGuEc 41051198[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Open#Canon: Donut Bar#Pseudo-canon[[#Cross-canon#Chill #Lighthearted#Shipping#General #Semi-serious#Crazy #Courtsey/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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ns7Z8ag4oSY

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
YOUR AD HERE

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Ammie!e3kpSpikeM 41053517

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>>41053480
"Me? I've got purple douchebag here going all white knight on me, I've got Tanaka in the hospital aaaaand that mecha-bitch decided to assault me earlier."

>>41053505
"What's got you so frustrated? With an attitude like that, I though you'd be used to not getting it."

Midnight Dream!WAKEUP/TA6 41053518

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>>41053516
"H-he does... W-we're practically siblings, t-that's h-how close we are..."

「Actually Link」 41053520

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>>41053511
>Hmm.
Gun mage suddenly sits up from his lying spot by the counter, jumbling random-sounding gibberish, his eyes glowing brightly.
"ELGNAIRT OTIROD NAM-"


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Open Equestria: Official Thread Wandering Girl!n9aemANoNY 568980[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Open #Canon:Open Equestria #Adventure #Chill #Cyclic #General #Normal

Nestled in the center of Ponyville, just north of the bustling town square, the well-known Inn of the Last Home was open for business today, and the smell of potato fries and apple cider among harder drinks drifted out pleasantly on the wind. The interior was oak paneled and lit by the soft glow of several lamps and a softly burning hearth on the far side with several ponies of all ages and walks of life gathered here and there for the famous food or drink or just to swap tales and meet some new ponies. The tavern owner was in the back cooking, while a blue stallion with a lavender cloak and hat waited behind the bar, serving drinks with a friendly smile and reading from a book between customers to chat to.
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>Setting is simple. Ponyville and mostly focused on the Inn of the Last Home. Just a normal old tavern that’s been up in Ponyville for ages though the town and Equestria and the whole world are free to explore of course. Casual, adventure, lighthearted, dark, all are welcome. Everything is basically normal and open ended, we're just giving you a canon to give you some setting to keep rps if you'd like. For more information on the settings, rules, and known characters and players of this thread, check out our WIki at: http://mlpchan.wikia.com/wiki/Open_Equestria

>The only rules being no overly grimdark (see: raping somepony or wanton and explicit torture/murder for no reason), no godly characters, and no griefing of other people in the thread. If somepony asks you to stop something OOC, respect their wishes please. Alicorns are mildly acceptable as long as they are not royalty and are not particularly powerful.


>The thread owners are: Avedon, Asomameow, Wandering Girl, Snuggs and Nevermore Starsign


>This is a canon we all to make into something great with all of you, and please come in and RP and we can see where this all goes. Hope to see you soon, and rem
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Anonymous 41053319

oh my god, let this damn thread die already.

Ace_noir!chrome.v2U 41053325

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>>41053319
>Implying it isn't already.

Anonymous 41053339

>>41053325
Then stop bumping it


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Fallout Wasteland Stories: Chapter 7 Critical Hit 41042918[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Sign Up Required #Grim/Dark #Adventure #Chill #Fo:E (3 years later) #Free Roam #Stats and Dice #Pencil and Paper (Recommended) #Possible Shipping

War... war never changes.This world is a product of such war, scorched in atomic balefire for at first a simple resource issue then a misunderstanding. Life was almost extinguished because of this and now the last remnants of pony kind take up the struggle to rebuild anew. Some fight for justice in the land, some for their government, some for simple monetary gain, and others just out of psychotic rage. It is here you will live your life, only to die simply of being gunned down by a raider or falling prey to disease. All this to live with because the wastelander's life is a war, and war never changes.

Welcome to wasteland stories. If you are interested in joining but haven't signed up yet, here is the link to the ooc
http://www.ponychan.net/ooc/res/463790.html

Links to documents

Rules and General Guidelines
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XGb-Z6T8CbRE4F539oEm0381fSXZ602V_pHsYvJnGaQ/pub

Weapons and Crafting
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12SFXaOiXNFbjA1XOF6ubf6G1EoPpAJoZk1QxBtkdB0Y/pub

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Critical Hit 41053515

>>41053499
"Eh, fuck it. Tymora knows they have heard of my aggression and probably fear me..."

>>41053497
He noticed the shadow of the airborne pegasus and looked up at her.

"Whoa uh hey! Did you need something?"

List!!DmZwuuBQIx 41053519

>>41053515
<She lands
<"It's me, Critical. I'm looking for some Medicine."
<She said

Epic Mount!Hero.tYu2g 41053521

>>41053515
W-who? The locals?


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6A: Permanent Midnight, Volume III The Canterlot Municipal Area!TZTzSdblvY 40958486[View][Last 50 Posts]

So the only thing to do, some ponies thought, was join up with them. Others, though, they went out a-hunting…

TODAY IN THE NEWS
MAGISTER WINTERSCAR MAKES PUBLIC STATEMENT; EXTENDS OFFER OF PARLAY

In a move that shocked and surprised critics of the Winterscar Defense administration, the Chief Magister took the stand today and issued a revolutionary statement addressing the increasingly-heated matter of Civil Protection within the Canterlot Municipal Area. His address, in its entirety, has been reprinted below.

“The past few months have been a trying time for every mare, stallion, and foal in the Canterlot Municipal Area. It has become increasingly clear to this administration that the assemblage of commercial security outfits currently operating within this city are inadequate compensation for Lonestar’s absence: crime rates are up, arrests are down, and the police are inadequately equipped to confront the new stylized criminal threat. Therefore, it has fallen on this department, and on me personally, to address this situation with a radical new approach to crime:

“Forgiveness.

“Effective immediately, and until the end of July, the Equestrian Defensive Administration will grant a full pardon to any pirates, operators, mercenaries, assassins, spies, hackers, or thieves who turn themselves in and agree to a term of police service, the duration of which will vary in accordance with the severity of their previous offenses, but is guaranteed to be a maximum of half as long as a corresponding prison sentence. Any prior offenders who comply will be guaranteed a paid position in the Canterlot Police Department’s Major Crimes Unit; which, in accordance with the severity of the recent wave of contract crime, will be temporarily renamed to the Onyx Crime Division, and be provided with an increase in power and jurisdiction. Additionally, the Equestrian Defense Department is presently colluding with the Equestrian Justice Ministry to lobby for an increase in the severity of punishment for contract crime, and the extension of police authority when confronting contract criminals. Those of the criminal underworld who wish to capitulate, and preserve their futures, need not search far. Those who do not...were warned.

“I know that, for th
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Electra 41053457

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>>41053402
Wait what? She was in a coffin this entire time!? Holy horse-fucking feather shit!

>Beatrix immediately finds her legs and bucks against the lid until it's busted wide open; she has a thing about tight spaces that makes her skin crawl.

Big_Honk 41053491

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>>41053457
>>41053402
>Sadly, the ceiling wasn't nearly as high as she'd hoped. Her head - as if it didn't hurt enough - crashed into the lid and let out a pained gasp, sending her ass down to the ground.
"Ow...."
>Head throbbing, legs aching; fire that fueled her chest - she retaliated against the lid with all the might her hindlegs could muster! Someone was going to have to pay for all this, and the first victim might as well be the coffin.

dimVitrarius !VarmusKHzY!!OxLGLjMQqy 41053504

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>>41053402
>>41053457
>>41053491
Hackerman did make an error in his assumption - it was a coffin, not a crate.

...

Ohhh bleat no.

The panicked pounding moved from the side directly upwards, with every ounce of goatly might spent on kicking and scabbing at the coffin's lid.


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BLN Sburb Arc 40904203[View][Last 50 Posts]

A rather well dressed gentleman stands before you, he is simply the most excellent of choices to host this event.

He is quite aware that you are unaware of how you got here or where you are, and that is perfectly fine, He assures you that it is all part of the plan and things will work out for the best.

Soon things will come to ahead, and certain parties will become aware of the machinations this man has set forth.

It promises to be quite a show.
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>>41049593
The denizens only response is to fill the entire room with smoke once more, only this time when Jennifer cleared it, she would find herself back outside of the castle, the doors shut behind her.

A loud rumbling can be heard from inside, confirming any suspicion about the Denizen still being inside.

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>>41049601
>Looking back at the door for a moment, the rider started her trip back to where she was in destroying the buildings.
I guess I could have gone in with that information huh Minako? But I just can't leave them unable to fly like that, grandma did say to finish what I start.
>As Jenny walked, she looked down at the Fennekin and rubbed it's head a little.
It's not like I would have been great at using it and helping the others with it either. I'm not smart enough to do that.

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Hosting


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41014045[View][Last 50 Posts]

#ask/invite #scifi #cannon: Celestial Voyage

Storyline so far...
In the year 2433 war had ravaged the Planet below like no other war had in equestrian history entire continents irradiated, the seas had boiled off nothing was left but the ruins of proud civilizations Equestria had fallen. only her colonies remained. A century before, the ponies of Equestria and other countries went out into the black depths of space in droves...some even annexing from their governments as they drifted off into deeper space the home world seemed less and less important to them...2433 had marked itself infamy although. it had marked several changes....a new calender, and nowhere else to go but further out. in the new Universal Calender year of 582 bounty hunters, lawlessness and all sorts of others were settling new planets and trying to make a name for themselves...the universe is up for grabs.
We find ourselves in a space colony trading post in the buffer zone a checkpoint of sorts between boarders of colonial empires in space. of the Galactic Empire of Neighpon, Equestria and the neutral zone of the other species that call this part of the galaxy home.

OOC: https://www.ponychan.net/ooc/res/469769.html#469793
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Mystic Bolt!UJnM.D8882 41053000

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>>41052994
Cherri let her mane down and relaxes for the first time in weeks she picked up a pair of chopsticks and started to dig into the gyoza
"so who built you??"
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Robo-Fortune 41053011

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>>41053000
"Brain Drain built me."

Mystic Bolt!UJnM.D8882 41053014

>>41053011
she looked him up on her computerthe geisha waves her hoof teasingly telling cherri to relax.

Cherri giggles and powered it down taking it off revealing a small symbol on her arm. she takes off her necklace and her uniform disappears.they bring her a kimono


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Donut Bar: The Beast of Bodmin Moor Edition Demo Dick !GuNsagGuEc 41048119[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Open#Canon: Donut Bar#Pseudo-canon#Cross-canon#Chill #Lighthearted#Shipping#General #Semi-serious#Crazy #Courtsey/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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpOVKbM7vlA

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
YOUR AD HERE

The bar is NOT auto-staff, and it will stay that way.
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!QuotenFhRQ 41051201

>>41051196
>That phrase never applies to Billyfish.

>>41051197
>Thousand nods
"Well, I know what it's like to suddenly find out you've had another kid all these years. It's a pretty big bombshell, yeah. Does Spines know?"

>>41051199
"W-would you like something to drink? Tea? O-or milk?"

dimVitrarius !VarmusKHzY!!OxLGLjMQqy 41051203

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>>41051201
Eeeyup, Octeh told me an' her at unce. Spines' bein' pretty extatic at learnin' 'bout them eldrith powers from Octy.


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Cunts 41050407[View]

Hot sex. cum @ me<3
dibs on the pink one (im new) ;)
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Trixie !EStonerCNE 41050484

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Is dis zigga srs?


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BLN#52: It's Freakin' Magic Edition! Zatanna!E2Vbn7o74s 40976433[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Better Layton Never #Ask/Invite #Abracadabra!

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Better Layton Never! A place filled with wonder, excitement, and plenty of handwaving! Because it's magic, who gives a-
>*bleep*
Oh, right, keep it civil for the opening post.

Sit back, relax, enjoy the champagne! Let your childlike wonder take over!

And let the show begin! no refunds!
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>>41049231

>With a few huffs, Eridan's scowl lessens to a more familiar high-nosed arrogance.


I knoww these primitivve louts can't evven comprehend out advvanced social structure, Gam. It's the PRINCIPLE. Wwe're the superior species, wwe SHOULD be the ones sneering at howw ugly and plain they all are. No alphabet, no horns; it's a fuckin disgrace.

...But, fine! I'll try 'lettin it go' for right noww. I can't be grabbin too much attention right noww anywway. I havve too much goin on right noww, too much hingin on wwhat I can collect and sell for profit.

>The troll pauses and tilts his head.


...You wwouldn't happen to havve seen those colorful hoofbeasts around, havve you Gam? The tiny ones?

!MEOWKdWFcQ 41049256

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>>41049234
>>41049234
>with that, Hueco stood still, sitting on the bed.
She has you whipped doesn't she? No no... You're just a doormat in everything but combat. You're just terrible with women... A doormat who is terrible with women who talks to himself.
>sighing, he ran what to tell Hitomi about their situation over in his mind.

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Fallout Equestria: Wasteland Origins 41047003[View]

#By Invitation #Spinoff #Grim/Dark #Adventure #Chill #Fo:E #Free Roam #Stats and Dice #DontTazeMeBro #Pencil and Paper (Recommended) #Possible Shipping OOC Link
We've all heard the tales of the Wasteland's warriors.
Critical Hit, the Savior of Hoofer Dam.
Epic Mount, the Stallion Out of Time.
Marvelous List, Ranger Elite.
Leonidas Mercury, the Last Legate.
Staccati Melody, the Heir of the Old World.

But what if we could go back? Back to a time where these names meant nothing? Back before the judgement of the factions?

Wasteland Origins is a prequel to Wasteland Stories. As such, in order to participate, you need an active character in Critical's thread, with his approval. So as to make this more than an origin story, this thread has special rules that I, Leo_Merc_Cloud, will enforce that are not in the original thread. Other than that, the base rules are closely followed.

41048518

>>41047003
Staccati woke up from her comfortable bunk in the officer's quarters. Her father was Colonel Largo Melody, and her lodging reflected the life of a privileged few. She had known nothing else. She went to see her brother.

"Hey, Pegs!" That was her affectionate nickname for Arpeggio Melody, her brother. Arpeggio turned. "Stop pestering me, Stacky." His eyes were cold. Staccati shrank back and said, "Uh…it's time for our Power Armor Training class." Her voice trailed off. "Right." Arpeggio said. "Let's go."
Temporary Companion: Pvt. Arpeggio Melody

41048520

>>41048518
As they trotted out, she turned to look at the armor proudly displayed in the living quarters – the Melody Family Tesla Armor. It had been fit for Octavia, her ancestor, hundreds of years ago. Her family kept it in perfect working order since Mother left, and it was retrofitted to fit pegasi. Dad couldn't wear it. He usually wore his Hellfire Power Armor. Daddy said that Staccati would wear it when she cleansed the wasteland. She had no idea what cleansing meant in this context – she'd been in this barracks for most of her life – but she had always wanted to wear that armor. The Enclave symbol was painted on the left shoulder, and her ancestor's Cutie Mark – a treble clef – on the flank. She looked at her own Cutie Mark. It was a bass clef in the same fashion. Indeed, she was told she was the spitting image of Octavia, save for her green eyes – and of course, her being a pegasus.

41048523

>>41048520
The two walked over to the range. Staccati pulled on her suit of Stripped Power Armor and grabbed a Silenced .22 Pistol. This Power Armor was still protective, but the servos had been taken out, giving all of the weight and none of the support. Obviously, this armor was unsuitable for battle.


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WWII Roleplay? Moostic 41048113[View]

#Open #Crossover #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Power Level #Serious #Planning

It came to me that a roleplay around equines and whatever else you have fighting in a WWII setting would make for a rather interesting RP. I have been RPing for 4 years, not specifically on Ponychan however. Very few times have I actually RPed on Ponychan infact, and never have I made a thread on Ponychan. So here is what I ask of all of you.

Help me create a serious and interesting roleplay. I will take all advice and criticism, and we can make the rules as we go, but the ones listed so far are just a suggestion and are not guaranteed to be part of the final product.

So how do I get started.
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Moostic 41048277

>>41048241
What I was more focused on was the daily life on the soldiers who fought the bloody battles. The fears, horrors, and threats of combat and warfare.

!MEOWKdWFcQ 41048353

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Maybe by posting this in the OOC instead of RP?

Moostic 41048359

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>>41048353
Yeah uh... this isn't exactly working. I'll try that instead.


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Donut Bar: Cosplay and Pizza Edition Dom The Bear!f1BearzjRw 41045161[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Open#Canon: Donut Bar#Pseudo-canon#Cross-canon#Chill #Lighthearted#Shipping#General #Semi-serious#Crazy #Courtsey/Common Sense/ Fun

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-7lvINrYPw

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
YOUR AD HERE

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Mysty!MareEe2W3E 41048117

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>>41048116
"I'm sorry I can't help you. I can't help everyone as much as I might have wanted to at one point, I'm just a soldier with a time machine."

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>>41048117
"I understand.."
>She rubs her arms


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Roth!.fNJV2Jlhw 41031006[View]

Edit:Forgot tags- #closed

The young boy sat with his back against the bark of the tree. His blue eyes were focused intently on the sketchpad he had in his lap as his hand worked to shade in just the right areas. His face was mostly obscured by a white scarf wrapped around his neck a few times and tucked into the collar of his dark trench coat. That was one thing he had learned to do a long time ago-dress warmly even if the weather didn't look to turn nasty. He could always peel layers off himself, but finding warm clothes was sometimes difficult.
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>>41032709
The way the man, and yes, in that moment Roth was sure that he was a man, looked at him pinched something in his chest to made a muscle on his rib hurt like he had been sprinting too hard. He didn't know why he had refused to acknowledge him as anything more than a figure at first. Perhaps because he didn't want to let his guard down, to let this mind game bend and twist him and make him into a weapon. But that look, whether a trick played on him or true and hard, it hurt him. Made him feel ashamed that he had dared to accuse. And perhaps he had it all wrong. Perhaps this wasn't a figure, or even a man. Perhaps it was another child, like himself, thrown into this world sometime before he had arrived. And, perhaps, this other child had taken this form in this world to protect himself from whatever threats may be lurking in the shadows.

Roth reaches up to scratch behind his ear as an excuse to look away from the man before him and instead to stare into the fire. After a while the flames begin to put him in a sort of trance and his worries at last begin to lighten. He doesn't look up to meet the man eye for eye, but he begins to speak. To tell his story.

"I was thrown in here, in this world. Or this illusion, whatever you want to think of it like. Maybe you got thrown in too? By that monster? I couldn't ask you what it looked like, cause it looked different to me than it did to my partner, and it probably looked different to you too. I've been trying to get back there, get back home. Maybe I need to spend some more time here first though, at least...till I figure out this one's motives, what it's playing at."

He seems to not understand that Iylas probably has no clue what it is that he's talking about, but he doesn't divulge into further details. Instead he scoots closer to the fire, finding comfort in the ever dancing, ever changing flames.

"Do you remember when you got here? Maybe how long you've been here?"

Iylas Morgan 41032776

>>41032759
Iylas shook his head with dejection. Time? Who needed time anymore? Time was simply a measure of how much closer to Hollowing you were. Iylas didn't care to guess. He was here and that was the fact. But, he thought, perhaps he could help. The boy had a monster, and Iylas had temporarily rid himself of plenty of monsters in his time. They came back, of course, they always did.

With a shaky hand, the cursed one pointed at the boy for a moment before pointing to himself. Could he help the boy with his monster? Maybe that's what he was here for. The boy may have summoned him. Worlds upon worlds were connected, he knew, for his current place of exile had a strange way with those connections.

Well, he thought, if the boy in front of him needed his help, Iylas had a scythe and he had fire. And both of those things were excellent at dispatching monsters.

Roth!.fNJV2Jlhw 41047585

>>41032776
Roth nods in return to the silent man and thanks him. For a moment, he is silent himself, contemplating his new situation. He wasn't really sure what he should do next, but sticking with the man in front of him seemed the best option at the moment. He would be able to learn from him and hopefully, together, they could find a way out.

After a few more moments, he suddenly stands and stretches a little, then heads back to the tree to retrieve his backpack and sketchpad. He did not want to lose his supplies while in this world. Once he puts his sketchpad away and digs around in his backpack a moment to check what he has to work with, he heads back to the fire, but he doesn't sit. He feels too restless now to sit still, now that he has a bit of a plan in his head.


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Donut bar DnD extravaganza Some guy they call Slynn!RaWRioRYAY 41047317[View]

#Closed

Last time on Dragonball Z: Everyone went to bed.

The adventurers have taken up the job of escorting a wagon of supplies from Neverwinter to the nearby town of Phandalin. They've travelled for a day out of about 3 and a half.
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Salazar Falone !VarmusKHzY!!OxLGLjMQqy 41047351

Salazar was just finishing bundling down a hammock he jury-rigged from rope and bedroll between two trees. Sailor at heart, this one was.

"Oi don't think thot's gonna be a proublem, ser Gundren, though Oi'm koinda curious whot's that buisness. Hoighwaymen attacks on the Phandalin, or som'thing?"

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Folovaas woke up, put her robe on, and walked over towards the rest of the group. She peered over at the map, raising an eyebrow.
"I think there's another road here," she said, pointing at where the dotted line marked Triboar Trail forked. "Do you think we'll run into anyone coming from that way?"

Salazar Falone !VarmusKHzY!!OxLGLjMQqy 41047444

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>>41047351
Found a suitable pic of him


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Dark Moon: A change of scenery Edition [Welcome to the Dead City] Ace_noir!chrome.v2U 40917223[View]

>Welcome to Dark Moon!
#Canon: Dark Moon#Open#Cyberpunk
>This is a thread set in the near-future year of 1997, where Harmony has fallen to the forces of greed, mistrust, and violence. It's a dark world that the people inhabit, but there are points of light out there in the darkness…. And great evils. It's a time of terrorists, spies, renegades, and mercenaries. Of law, and lawlessness. Hope, for most of the populace, has long been extinguished, and magic slowly starts to vanish from the world, as mysterious forces both corporate and ancient make plays to control the populace…
>This is the world of the Dark Moon.

>The Dead city is a settlement against the wastes, skirting along the outer walls of the Canterlot metropolis. Many live there for their own reasons. Disgraced academic and intellectuals forced out of Canterlot, criminals from the city and beyond, mutants fleeing persecution, and a great many more who simply have nowhere else to go or are waiting for their chance to enter the city and start a new life. Here in the shells of former buildings left barren by the corporate war(s) survival is key. With corporate neglect and only a smattering of corporate authority prowling the streets the area has grown nearly lawless and even without gangs and drinkable water being a fact of life, This is your home.

<[Character note: Corporate heads are reserved for managers only.]>

>Tenth Thread: A change of scenery Edition

>Lore: https://docs.google.com/document/d/115UND6WJZin8ufpfxPWAm5SlH0d1DWeincbNT8UJlY0/pub
>Dead Air radio top stories…
"Good afternoon Mares and (not-so)Gentlecolts! This is your host, Cannon Vox, and we've got a few headlines today. Some you may have heard before but-*eh*-I'm going to say them anyway. Here are our top stories. *Ahem*"

Another body found floating down the Free Pump channel
>"Well we all kind of saw this coming. It's been happening for a while no
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Lurk

Nevermore Slingshot!NeverGIA4U 41025274

Hello once again folks.

For those lurking and watching, more is coming.

Prepare yourselves.

Ace_noir!chrome.v2U 41045690

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Donut Bar: Creepy Space Pics Edition Dom The Bear!f1BearzjRw 41042778[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Open#Canon: Donut Bar#Pseudo-canon#Cross-canon#Chill #Lighthearted#Shipping#General #Semi-serious#Crazy #Courtsey/Common Sense/ Fun

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-7lvINrYPw

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

Here, all are welcome and accepted – so long as violence does not occur, as indicated by a the sign reading “Weapon bin by the door, put it in or we put you out. Cold."

On the blackboard, one may find what appears to be a scribble of nonsense:
EAT AT JOE'S
YOUR AD HERE

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Mystic Bolt!UJnM.D8882 41045158

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>>41045157
"Oh?...A lot of people haven't...I kinda hang out in the corner...But I'm pretty Groovy man....I'm Moonie!"
she said with a smile her fangs exposed.

Glocken!Zero.20QHI 41045159

>>41045158
He noticed the fangs pretty quickly.
"Why?"


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Return of Man British!ArmyXvICNw 40900738[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Open#Canon: Return of Man#Adventure#Dark#Violence#Pony, unless speified#Normal

It was only a matter of time before they returned from the abyss of the Everfree Forests where they were banished. These beings that stood upon two legs, that were once docile that built our cities, farms, and homes. They that were once greedy that were then banished by our ancestors of the three Kingdoms.

Their mere presence renders even the strongest mage powerless before them. They understand the strength of unity more than any other creature, though they are driven by another force. Rather than tolerance, they are intolerant of those that are not them, they seek to dominate, to control... They seek to take back the very land they built for us...
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The clatter of wheels and feet was heard one night through the darkness of the Everfree Forest. The moon shone upon the steel that adorned their bodies, the brilliant robes and plumes upon their heads and shoulders standing in stark contrast to their surroundings. The snort of horses neighing and stomping through the underbrush was heard as they continued on.

Their eyes gleamed, staring through the brush and the trees, eyes blazing with a passion and fury as they sought out the glimmer of lights from the town they moved towards. They knew what they were to do, what they were marching towards.

Their arms carried massive shields to protect them, at their hip hung a simple sword. In hand, they each carried a lance, in preparation to throw aloft into their cloven enemy, or to keep them back at a distance, whether they were upon the ground or in the air.

They marched on, the glimmer of their armor finally shining out of the darkness of the deep forest, the creatures standing now shoulder to shoulder at the treeline, staring forward towards the many buildings of the town before them.

"... Brothers... Sisters... We have returned home... May our righteous cause see fruition in the campaign to come. Let the Equestrians have one final dream... For tomorrow, we shall see their lands ablaze, starting with this town!" The one in lead pointed his l
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British!ArmyXvICNw 41036846

The cannon began to roll back, the two gunner ponies hauling and fending off attackers as they attempted to retreat to the secondary line. The militia fell into the enemy cavalry from all sides, hoofbeats and the rattling of lances filing the air with their strange concussive orchestra.

The enemy scouts, too, would meet with the remaining defenders along the wall, the rather stubborn collection of earth ponies charging headlong into their group,seeming practically undaunted by the enemy.

The battle of Sweet Apple Acres began, the gaggle of defenders galloping into both enemy groups to defend the only artillery piece under Equestrian command.

Lancer took to the skies, barking down orders to the fray of spirited Apple Family militia. Even from above, the Pegasus would have to admire the ferocity and tenacity of this clan of earth ponies. He eyeballed the men on horseback, flapping furiously forward, charging forth, hooves pointed forward as he dove down onto the head of the more daunting of them.

Vausten 41042417

will post once i have free time

Vausten 41043593

>>41036846
'Now, here! There's a low point in their wall. Hurry and over!' Spoke one of the hunters as he hurled a grappling hook over the wall, the rope falling loosely at the sturdy logs which stood bound together. He only had a moment to grip it before the burly form of an earth pony slammed into him, trampling the lone man under hoof and muscle.

'We're under attack! To our right!' called another Velites in the fog as he hefted up his spear to hurl at another charging stallion. The javelin soared through the air with an impressive speed and force, the result of many years of stalking the dangerous game and predators of the Everfree. The wood and iron missile hit home into the shoulder of the second galloping stallion, his left front leg losing all locomotion as his joint was severed. The successful hunter could only savor his kill for a brief second, much like his other comrade, before another pony crushed him into a pulp.

'Damn the four legs! All troops! Porcupine! Formation, get into damned formation!' Called the Velites-Commander as he pulled and shouted to rally his men into a tight ball of shields and javelins. It would be a definite challenge, as they were still scattered and caught unaware by the sudden stampede of work horses.


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Fallout Wasteland Stories: Chapter 6 Critical Hit 41004433[View][Last 50 Posts]

#Sign Up Required #Grim/Dark #Adventure #Chill #Fo:E (3 years later) #Free Roam #Stats and Dice #Pencil and Paper (Recommended) #Possible Shipping

War... war never changes.This world is a product of such war, scorched in atomic balefire for at first a simple resource issue then a misunderstanding. Life was almost extinguished because of this and now the last remnants of pony kind take up the struggle to rebuild anew. Some fight for justice in the land, some for their government, some for simple monetary gain, and others just out of psychotic rage. It is here you will live your life, only to die simply of being gunned down by a raider or falling prey to disease. All this to live with because the wastelander's life is a war, and war never changes.

Welcome to wasteland stories. If you are interested in joining but haven't signed up yet, here is the link to the ooc
http://www.ponychan.net/ooc/res/463790.html

Links to documents

Rules and General Guidelines
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XGb-Z6T8CbRE4F539oEm0381fSXZ602V_pHsYvJnGaQ/pub

Weapons and Crafting
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12SFXaOiXNFbjA1XOF6ubf6G1EoPpAJoZk1QxBtkdB0Y/pub

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List!!DmZwuuBQIx 41041908

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>>41041905
>He sighed
"Look, I gotta go, I...need to do stuff. See you."
>He walked home
>In his head, he said
"Does he even care?"

Critical Hit 41041910

>>41041908
He's desensitized, just about nothing horrifying or gruesome will shock him because he's seen so much already. He's basically used to shock.

He got on back to Walpole, his home.

List!!DmZwuuBQIx 41041917

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>>41041910
To be honest, he's starting to feel...bland...
Yo *claps hands together* You can always bring in a new dude. It will be fucking awesome!
>He comes home
>He closes the door
>No one is there
>He went to his room
>He took a nap
--------------------------------
>Then, he felt someone tugging on his Wings
>He woken up
<It was Thunder
"Oh, it's you."
"Where's mommy?"
<He points to his office
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