Wardaddy

Before you go, Noodles, please remember that I agree with the point you're making. The way Twilight went about bringing the matter of Cadance being evil was in no way proper, and that it was right that she took the blame initially. I just feel that the way Shining Armor, the Mane 5 and Celestia reacted was too hard on her, and what also rattled my nerves was how none of them even thought about it in the aftermath. And considering the fact that they're Twilight's inner circle, the way they reacted was very unbecoming, especially as Captain of the Guard and as a Princess. But please understand, in no way do I condone Twilight's actions either. I just feel that she was tossed aside like a piece of dirt, without the slightest bit of consideration taken to her claim. And yes, I am aware that Twilight's claim could have easily been dismissed as stress, what with all the wedding preparations and everything. Ugh, having to please both sides of the argument is wrecking my head. All I wanted was to vindicate Twilight and to help the doubters understand her actions were forced by Chrysalis mind-controlling her brother and her friends not believing her (even though they had learned to take her concerns seriously ), but if you refuse to accept that, then so be it. There are plenty of other people I can convince of the truth. And that truth is that the Infamous Seven is responsible for nearly causing the fall of Equestria! (As well as being responsible for casting aside the one pony who could've blown Chrysalis's cover wide open, who was also their beloved sister, friend and most faithful student) Now, Evil Dragon Master and Noodles, because you refuse to accept the truth, I am going to have to ask you to leave this fanfic, and to never come back. The same goes for anypony that still believes Twilight deserved to get treated like a criminal. Anypony that continues to justify the actions of the Infamous Seven is not welcome on my fanfic.

Ok, that was the canon universe, where Twilight was a little more forgiving than what I can allow for. However, this is my universe. Chrysalis and her Changelings posed a grave threat to the life of Equestria and its ponies, and thus Twilight had to destroy them. After all, love is what helps Equestria to thrive. Without it, the place would become practically dead. Therefore I felt that Chrysalis had to die. If Twilight hadn't eliminated her, she would've harvested all of Equestria, leaving it an empty, lifeless shell of misery. You would do the same in my position.

I say again, non-canon. And besides, was Twilight OOC when she was fighting for her life against Tirek? She was pretty pissed there as well. Twilight spared Sunset, because she didn't necessarily hurt anybody she cared for. Spike doesn't count either, because he was kidnapped, not hurt. Tirek, on the other hand, blew up the library with the intent to mash Twilight and Owlowiscious into a pile of splattered blood, flesh, fur and feathers. If I were Twilight, I'd get pretty pissed at that. And he was a big freaking threat. Sunset wasn't much of a threat to begin with.

Ok, let me begin by saying that this fanfiction is entirely non-canon. I mean, why do you think I labelled it as an alternative ending? It's my version of the events that followed the invasion, my version of Equestria where a royal court can put Celestia on trial if they feel that it is necessary, and MY version where Chrysalis and her Changelings will perish because they are a danger to the existence of Equestria and its inhabitants! Oh, and by the way, will you stop repeating yourself?! We get it; Twilight wasn't exactly innocent to begin with, but the Infamous Seven aren't just a bunch of ponies who know Twilight. They are her inner circle! Her family, her friends and her mentor! All of whom are very close to Twilight, and knowing this, they should've known better than to turn up their snouts at Twilight and walk out on her! I mean, even Celestia, who is practically Twilight's surrogate mother, didn't give her the slightest bit of a chance! And the Mane 5, Twilight's best friends and the Elements of Harmony no less, chose to abandon their friend and comrade in favor of a mare they had only known for TWO BLOODY DAYS. And Shining Armor........the way he treated his LSBFF absolutely sickens me. I can't tell if Chrysalis's mind control made him say that, or if it was really him that said those words, but even if Twilight did upset his bride, the way he treated her was unforgivable. The fact is that these seven ponies, whom Twilight held close, trusted with her life, and the ones she would always look to in her time of need all abandoned her, leaving her to whatever fate may have befallen her, especially murder. Knowing how close they are to Twilight, they shouldn't have behaved the way they did towards her. I mean, Celestia should've known that Twilight would never lie, and for them to treat her like dirt is simply unacceptable. This show is supposed to teach us about the Magic of Friendship, and instead we get this piece of sh*t. I hope you're happy knowing that you're going against the moral of the show by defending the actions of the Infamous Seven, all who broke Twilight's heart and ditched her without a grain of remorse. And furthermore, by abandoning Twilight, who had the mastermind of the Changeling invasion cornered, the Infamous Seven let Chrysalis slip past them, and in doing so they endangered the city of Canterlot, as well as Cadance and Twilight, who could have died from starvation if nopony reached them. And nopony could either, considering nopony knows that the caves even existed in the first place. Why can't you just accept it?! The blame is entirely on the Infamous Seven for failing to protect Twilight, Cadance, Canterlot, and by extension, the entire length and breadth of Equestria! If Chrysalis had won, for God's sake, then she would have won completely unopposed! As we all saw, Celestia couldn't stop her, the Mane 5 couldn't stop her, Luna probably wouldn't have succeeded either, and the Royal Guard? Don't get me started! The blame is solely on the Infamous Seven for nearly letting Chrysalis conquer Canterlot, and if you refuse to accept that, then you can get the hell out of my fanfic. I'm not stopping for anything, I will ensure that Twilight is vindicated and that the Infamous Seven (quite rightly) gets the blame they deserve.

Having ducked behind the Sherman after dodging a shot from the King Tiger, Blitz noticed the combat engineer running off to a nearby building, with the rifleman on his back, presumably injured. Preferring to assess the situation rather than run, Blitz craned his head around the tank to see the Tiger II still holding position, the Lunar flamethrower troops still hiding in the bushes and the anti-tank troops moving in for the kill. Above him, the Sherman's tank commander bailed out, under heavy fire from the Tiger II's MG42. Suddenly, the Panzer fired a HE shell under the Sherman's underbelly, kicking up rocks, dust and shrapnel just about everywhere. Blitz ducked back behind cover, just as gunshots rang out nearby. The next thing he heard was the commander roaring at everypony to abandon the tank and make for cover. Not willing to leave anypony behind, Blitz dashed out from behind the tank, bullets zipping and whizzing past him, slung the wounded commander across his back and prepared to make a dash for the building behind him. "I'm not leaving you behind. Hold on tight tanker". As Blitz turned his head to face the road behind the Sherman, an Equestrian bomber, a De Havilland Mosquito from the 22nd Squadron under Bomber Command, was streaking down through the night sky, thick black smoke trailing from it's burning portside engine. Blitz cringed as the once-airborne behemoth smashed into the ground, producing an explosion of unholy proportions. More of his comrades were lost in this damned cause to save Princess Celestia's sister from herself. Still, remembering his immediate priority, Blitz refocused himself and charged out into the open, praying to the Creator he wouldn't get hit. As Blitz made a break for the building, the Tiger II and Panzershreck troops began opening fire, sending bullets and rockets flying towards the pegasus. All around Blitz, rockets pounded into the ground, while bullets zipped past him like tiny, metallic and angry wasps. One rocket sliced a piece of shrapnel into Blitz's injured wing, cutting deep just below the wound he sustained from the Flak battery. Blitz cried out in pain, but was able to retain his composure and continued galloping for his life, coming to a halt just as a shell from the Tiger II narrowly missed him. Exhausted and out of breath, Blitz slung the commander back onto his all-fours, before staggering over to the wall to support him. Unfortunately, he didn't make it, and the tired pegasus collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily. How he wasn't killed proved a great mystery to him, albeit the fact he was injured (again). That's when it clicked in Blitz's mind; he was able to continue operating despite the intense pain in his wing. Cringing and groaning, Blitz made his way to the medic, intent on seeking her help. "Medic, please.....help me". The pegasus showed the mare his wounds, angling his wing so she could get a good look. The wing's upper half was completely shaded red, with a trickle of blood drooling down from the Flak wound. As for the shrapnel, which turned out to be a piece of exploded rocket shell, it was impaled not too deep, but it looked quite sore, and blood was pooling around the metal intruder as well. Blitz's wounds were quite severe overall, and the medic had a lot of work to do.

Blitz awoke after a few minutes of total blackness, groggy and dazed. As he tried to regroup, he heard a gruff voice say "Move!", while in the other ear he could make out the rumbling of a Maybach engine. Blitz looked behind him to see a Lunar soldier armed with a Mauser K98 rifle, with a bayonet attached, leading away a tall mare with a whitish-orange coat. Her uniform bore the hallmarks of the Royal Equestrian Army's Medical Corps, and Blitz was quick to deduce that she found him while he was out. Thinking quickly, Blitz quietly got onto his all-fours, before reaching for his sidearm, a Colt M1911 pistol. Blitz removed the weapon from its holster, loaded a bullet into the chamber and fired at the Lunar soldier, killing him. With the mare safe, Blitz took the initiative. He ran over to the wreck to look for supplies (which he normally stashed in the cockpit, which had survived the crash). Much to his luck, he found a Browning still intact, ripping the weapon out of the wing it was stored in, before taking whatever ammunition was left. Once that was done, he turned to face the medic. "Get your weapon ma'am, and follow me". With that, Blitz headed off in the direction of the rumbling Maybach engine, not willing to hang around for fear of getting caught by the dead Lunar rifleman's friends. Blitz reached a dirt road, on which a friendly M4 Sherman stood, seemingly broken down. Behind it were two Allied soldiers, a rifleman and an engineer, the latter of which was desperately banging on the back door of the tank, screaming for the crew to bail out. In front of them was a Lunar Tiger II which was slowly creeping towards them, accompanied by a patrol of what Blitz called "Hellbringers", or more simply flamethrower troops. Thinking quickly, Blitz dug in and took aim. Unfortunately, a flamethrower trooper spotted him before he could fire. Yelling to his comrades to take cover, the colt dived into the bushes just as Blitz unleashed the Browning's payload. "I'll suppress them! Just get the tank running! Rifleman, help me!" Roared the corporal, who proceeded to suppress the Lunar troops. The Tiger II's bow machine gun tried firing short bursts at Blitz, but they failed to hit him as the mud that had formed under his machine gun's barrel provided just about enough cover to protect him. Blitz continued firing, unaware that a Lunar anti-tank patrol was also approaching the firefight, which was steadily growing into a rescue mission.

Aw, haha. Looks like I'm not the only one here who can make somepony smile. You just made me feel good about myself, and that's something I've never felt since I was young. To quote the movie Rush, when one considers happiness an enemy, then they have already lost.

Aw shucks, I wish that were the case. And hey, I didn't say you did. I said "if you have one". I didn't know sh*t from the off, which is why I was being careful. Anyway, naw, the girls don't take much notice of me. It's gotta be my oversized belly. It's such a shame that my obesity is the one thing keeping them from experiencing my hard-built wits and noble heart.

Clearly I do need my vision checked, because I'm going blind from how stunning you look. And yeah....I kinda wish I wasn't so nervous at the time. I always mean well, and I don't want to get between yourself and your special somepony (if you have one, that is). I'm not looking for any sort of trouble, the problem with expressing ourselves nowadays is that we're afraid of crossing he or she who is with the one we have set our sights on.

In the skies above the battlefield, the Royal Equestrian Air Force's vast array of fighters and bombers stretched across the far width of the ground below, their engines roaring and their weapons armed. Among the hordes was Bomber Command's 51st Squadron, the Flying Redhawks, made up entirely of P-51 Mustangs. Led by their squadron leader, Defiant Aegis, the Redhawk's mission was to engage enemy fighters so that the bombers could take out the numerous targets, such as sniper nests, Flak batteries, forward operations bases and everything in between. Flying with the 51st was Corporal Firebolt Blitz, who was flying his first mission. "Ok boys!" The gruff voice of Blitz's squadron leader rasping over the comms. "You know what to do. Take out the enemy bandits, drop your bombs and get our boys through dry! Failure is not an option!" "Somepony's gonna get killed tonight, I can sense it" Thought Blitz to himself, but his thoughts were quickly pushed aside when the squadron's number two, Bolted Gear, spoke over the radio. "Heads up guys! Bogies inbound!" Blitz looked up to see the sleek blue and black fighters, a mix of Messerschmitt Bf 109 Gs and Focke-Wulf Fw 190s screeching towards them. "Ok Redhawks, stay in formation! Don't break until I give the order!" Yelled Aegis, preparing his squadron for hostile contact. Then, in a split second, the enemy fighters opened fire. "REDHAWKS, BREAK!" Screeched Aegis, who pulled his Mustang toward the first 109 in sight. The rest of the Redhawks broke off as the Allied and Lunar aircraft clashed. Hell had finally broken loose both on the ground and in the skies above Manehatten. Blitz was in hot pursuit of an Fw 190, the two planes swinging and throwing themselves around the clouds, the Mustang trying to hit the Fw 190 with a lick of bullets from the dual Brownings while avoiding the other aircraft which plagued the skies. Finally, just when the Fw 190's pilot thought it had lost the Mustang, Blitz swooped up from behind and pelleted the Focke-Wulf's tail with a shower of bullets, rendering the plane uncontrollable. As Blitz's latest victim broke off to the right, the pegasus swung his Mustang the opposite way, looking for another target to hit. However, out of nowhere, a storm of Flak fire trapped the Mustang, with two rounds ripping through the plane's wings. Blitz frantically pulled the Mustang away, trying to take evasive action, but all hope was lost when another Flak round smashed through the engine. The propeller stopped turning, just as the Mustang's engine exploded. Blitz was unhurt, but his fighter was now plummeting back down to Earth. Thinking quickly, Blitz took the proper emergency actions by dropping the Mustang's powerful, but surprisingly light bomb, before extending the landing gear. Once that was done, Blitz moved to send out a mayday to his squadron. "Redhawk Squadron, this is Redhawk 3. I'm going down. Mayday, mayday, mayday". Nopony responded, leaving Blitz to do the only thing he could do from there; grip the controls and guide the plane carefully to the ground. For the moment all seemed to be well, but suddenly, just as the Mustang was nearing the surface, the landing gear caught on the roof of a farmhouse, which sent the aircraft smashing into the field next to it, tumbling and twisting until it came to a stop near a fence. As for its pilot, Blitz had been thrown out of the cockpit, smashing through the glass canopy and ploughing into the grass, showered with debris from the crashed fighter-bomber. Dazed and confused, Blitz managed to lift his head off the ground, his body tangled and pain emanating all across it. It felt particularly sore at the top of his left wing, and sure enough, Blitz decided to inspect the injury, finding a large, round, bleeding hole where the feathery appendage had been struck by Flak. His eyes going wide, Blitz flopped back down onto the ground, the world in front of him fading into darkness. "Oh Mum, Lyra, I'm sorry......" With that, Blitz blacked out, the mangled remains of his fighter still burning in the background, and the fighting raging on around him.

The title speaks for itself. Do you guys own any diecast models? If so, how many and what scale are they? I'll start off with my own models. They are all 1/18 scale, and two I purchased at home. The first one I got, however, was from England. My Dad gave it to me for my 18th birthday. They include a Shelby GT500, an Alfa Romeo Daytona, and a Maserati 3200GT. Pictures are below.

Thx LOL, that's not the only flag I have on my wall. Big fan of Ferrari by the way (FORZA FERRARI!) And that's the point why I have my gun out. To look intimidating Forgive me for sounding rude, but my God girl, you look amazing. That smile is like a million euros, that face a billion. I think I'm in love right now......<3 (Not flirting with you by the way. I don't want to risk the chance you may already have that special somepony. And if you do, he's one lucky colt )

Well, this was pretty easy. Ladies, prepare to drop dead because sexy The next picture is me wearing my Halloween costume's fedora (Yeah it was a Mafia gangster pinstripe costume) holding a fake revolver. Impressive, no?

I'm watching the contest right now........shame Ireland didn't make it. But then again, I wonder why?(!) No bothers, at least I have Hungary, Sweden, Iceland, Austria, Russia and the UK to root for! Best of luck to you all and much love from Ireland! Also, I found the Netherlands to be the most dull, Iceland to be the most energetic, Austria to be the next Bond song, and the hosts to be slightly better than last year's host, Petra Mede. (Sorry Petra, but the Danes have taken the cake in my book!)