EnderPrince

8:59 A.M. Canterlot Time, Friday, Canterlot Castle Courtyard Dakon put down the newspaper he had purchased a few days ago and looked out the window of his car. Well, technically, the car belonged to the government official Icicle Hoof, but since he wouldn't be requiring it anytime soon, Dakon felt it was alright if he used it for the time being. "Sir, it's almost time." Dakon glanced down at his watch screen, where he saw the image of another pony looking at him. He immediately recognized the voice as one of his squad leaders. Adam. "Almost time for the meeting, Adam," spoke Dakon to his watch screen. "I want to watch for a little while. See them deliberate over their pointless politics for at least a couple of minutes." He paused. "Being fasionably late never harmed anypony." "Yes sir. Your people are ready to move when you are." The screen of Dakon's watch then flickered, and started to display the time once more. 9:01 A.M. 9:01. I hear that pompous royal pain-in-the-flank is giving a speech first. Dakon flicked his watch and selected one of the names that appeared on the screen. The face of Adam soon appeared on the glowing display and spoke, "Yes, sir?" Where are those sunglasses I found earlier? "It'll take a few minutes to reach the meeting. I think now is as good a time as any to put this plan into action," Dakon responded to his subordinate's question. "Yes, sir. I'll mobilize the others. We'll be with you at the enterance." The display then flicked back to the time. Ah, here they are. Dakon placed a pair of sunglasses he had found in the glove compartment on his face, and activated his disguise. As he wordlessly exited the car in a flash of unnatural light, he was now, to any unenhanced eye, the government official Icicle Hoof. As he stood up outside of the vehicle, he took a glance at his watch. 9:02 A.M. He closed the car door, and trotted to the enterence of the castle.

11:00 PM (Canterlot Time) Wednsday, Crown Council Building "Good day, Mr. Hoof. How may I help you today?" Ah, the wonders of technology. And the ignorance of the populace. Dakon thought as he walked up to the pony on "receptionist duty" for the council building. "Yes, hello, I'm fine, I was wondering, where are those attending the meeting on Friday personally supposed to sojourn?" Dakon asked in his best imitation of the government official Icicle Hoof's voice. "Well, Mr. Hoof, you should already have your own place of residence here in Canterlot." He does? I'll have to fix that. "I sold that old place. It should be in your records. Unless our system isn't as efficient as we make it out to be." Dakon replied, letting some arrogance leak into his voice. "Oh, um, well..." the pony at the desk stuttered. "We don't really have any place designated for ponies visiting Canterlot for the meeting, but, I think you could find a hotel that you could stay in for the time being." "I trust it will be funded by the council?" "Oh, um, I'm not very sure about that, Mr. Hoof..." "Fine, then. Not from the council. Out of your own pocket. I'll send you the bill." With that, Dakon turned and walked out. Find a place to stay, check. Although, I'm going to have to get rid of that residence that that pony mentioned. Should be easy. Now I just have to wait.

Ponyville Residential Area "I have a better idea. How about a place where we can actually hide?" I'm not gonna get left behind here. "I've seen that place before. Trees, a barn, but not much else. Not the best place to hide, I don't think. We need to get high. Like an observatory or tall building or something like that. I mean, I noticed how these things move. They can walk, but other than the tiny ones, they can't climb very well."

Ponyville Residential Area "I agree with that completly." Who is this guy? I don't think we should trust him. "Uh, hey, listen, maybe we should get out of here. Find a building that isn't completly destroyed and stay in it awhile? I'm not exactly comfortable being exposed like this."

Ponyville Residential Area "Oh, uh, hi you two. My name's Frank, and it's all this 'panicking' that's kept me alive so far. And since it's the end of the world with ponies coming back to life and giants exploding from trees, I thought I was entitled to screaming my head off while running around like my mane's on fire!" Frank replied. "Look, I have no idea what's going on here, and by the looks of it, you don't either. My plan was to go to Canterlot and see what's happening there, but now that that... thing is dead and I've met you, maybe we can go togetherrrraaaaAAAAAAH! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!"

Ponyville Frank barely heard the voice of the unicorn. He was still in shock after that giant... thing exploded from a tree. Just how he barely noticed when the pegasus took it down. After looking around and making sure he was "safe," he faced the unicorn and now-returning pegasus and said, "Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just a giant one of those came charging at me with virtually no warning, I mean, it just exploded from a tree, I didn't know they could do that, but yeah, I'm fine, just a litte shaken up is all, and by a little I mean a lot, and by a lot I mean I'm freaking out, because whenever I freak out, I talk in really long and drawn out sentences really really fast, and then things just get really awkward after I stop talking because when I stop talking, everything gets really quiet, and I can never hear what anyone says after I finish one of these big sentences because I'm really out of breath and still freaking out so I pass out because I WAS NOT MADE TO HANDLE STRESS LIKE THIS." And with that, Frank hit the ground.

"No. No. No. No. No. No. No!" Frank repeated to himself as he flew away from Ponyville. "Last time I talk to a furry animal. It's just going to get me killed!" However, before he could leave the vicinity of Ponyville, Frank heard... something. He wasn't sure what, but it definatly was something. Before he could stop himself, Frank had landed in a patch of trees, keeping him concealed, but allowing him to see anything in front of him. What he saw through the thin foliage were two ponies, one a snow-blue unicorn, the other a white pegasus, and they seemed to be arguing. About what Frank was too far away to hear. I wonder if they're arguing about those... things coming towards them! Frank felt that he should warn them, alert them somehow, but admitted to himself that he was too much of a coward to do so. Well, they're gonna die. At least, that's what he thought until the blue unicorn froze the advancing creatures and blew them apart. Wow, that was amazing! I wish I could do that! Frank thought. But won't the noise just attract more of th- Frank's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crashing from behind him, followed by a deafening roar. -em! Crap! It's one of those big ones! As it began to charge, Frank decided that his best chances of surviving would be to group with those two arguing ponies. So, Frank ran to the twosome in the most dignified way he could under the circumstances, which was running as fast as he could while screaming at the top of his lungs, with the large monstrosity following close behind. "Ehagahingagang! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"

OOC thread: http://mlpforums.com/topic/122881-zombie-apocalypse-ooc/ Trotting across the torrid streets of what used to be Ponyville, Frank kept thinking to himself, Why did I stay? Why didn't I go with the others? The buildings around him were old, rotting, and stained by those who didn't make it out in time. Frank entered one of these buildings, repeating that thought over and over in his head, throguh a doorway. At least, it used to be a doorway. Now it's just a gaping hole in a wall, he thought to himself gloomily. Just shows how ignorant we really are against the- A crash and the sound of splintering wood jolted Frank out of his thoughts. No. No! Nonononononononono! he screamed in his mind. They're here?!? They can't be here!!! They cleared this place out!!! What am I gonna do? "Uh, uhhhh..." Frank mumbled out loud. I know! I'll... uh... smash this wooden plank over its head! Gah! No, what'll that do? It'll stun it at best! What else can I do? Not seeing any other options, Frank grasped the piece of wood in his front hoofs, and charged in the direction of the noise. "Gyaaaaaaah!" he screamed, preparing to lodge a chunk of rotting plant matter into whatever-it-is's skull, until Frank looked down and saw a bunny. He immediatly stopped in his tracks, dropped the wood, and knelt down next to the creature. "Well, hi little fella!..." Frank spoke in a nervous tone. "I must have scared the living daylights out of you! Sorry about that!" A bunny, he thought. This is great! A bunny! Creatures like this hate those abominations. The fact that this bunny's here, it means I'm safe! Well, for now at least. Suddenly, the bunny perked its ears up, widened its eyes, and raced out of the demolished doorway faster than Frank could track. "Hey, where are you going? I only just met-" He froze. "-you..." Shuffling through the ruined foyer of the dilapidated house was what Frank feared now more than anything else. A converted... The converted were ponies turned "zombie," a slang term for the creatures that hunted ponykind. And standing ten feet away from one, Frank could understand how "zombie" fit the converted. Its flesh carried multiple open wounds, none of which were bleeding. The zombie's legs were decomposing as he watched them, flesh turning black, exposed bone turning yellow. The mane and tail were burnt where they were't cut, but the head was the worst part. This one used to be a unicorn, as shown by the thin, cracked piece of bone jutting from its temple. Its mouth hung open as if the jaw muscles had been cut, and any teeth it still had were loosly attatched. The nose looked like it had been smashed in with something heavy, but the eyes were what made frank want to vomit. Both eyelids were wide open, exposing the blank, lifeless spheres of decaying corneal tissue to the elements. One eye was yellow, but still intact. The other was deflated, etched with maroon, and oozing a dried pus Frank could only assume to be jelly from the inside of the eye. Frank barely noticed that the creature had turned towards him, and only noticed that it had moved closer to him when it started to make a hoarse, primordial groan. Frank, still frozen in fear, could only watch as the zombie lurched ever closer to him, until it was only a hairsbreadth away. As soon as he felt the gray, clammy skin of the creature touch is own, Frank sprung into action. He stood up with a jolt, and sprinted to the doorway. As soon as he was outside, Frank spread his wings and looked back at the dead, yet ambulatory pony moving ever so slowly towards him. Frank then turned around, and flew away as fast as he could, all the while emitting a scream similar to that of a crying infant.

Is it possible to change the prefix of a thread I began in the Roleplay World from Planning to OOC? Or do only forum staff have that power? If the latter is yes, then should I begin a new thread altogether and leave the link in the new thread in the old one?