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  1. After some time spent in his home tinkering with the idea of magic containment and redirection, he realised how magic in different forms can be contained and used for different purposes. In due course, and with the help of some of the local unicorns, he learned to trap stun spells inside containers and release them at will in a device. He immediately realised the potential of this to aid in the security of Equestria, by being able to contain any kind of weaponised spell as a weapon. However, he didnt believe that he should deliver the technology to the Royal Guard. His opinion on the Royal Guard didnt improve over the months since he left. However, he knew that he wouldnt be allowed to harbour such a technology vital to Equestria's defence. At a loss, he went to Canterlot and waited in the Royal Court to seek the Princesses guidance. He patiently waited for his turn over the course of the day. When he got the opportunity to speak to Princess Celestia, he put forward his idea and showed her the prototype weapon and the contained stun spell. When he finished his lines, Celestia's demeanour was different. She signalled to the guards, and they escorted him into the hallway with the Princess. Typh was genuinely afraid something terrible would happen to him, and was one of the most terrifying experiences he had. Walking along the empty hallways with two guards behind him and Celestia in front. They reached a large conference room in the castle. There, Celestia questioned Typh, about how he discovered such an idea and how he was able to create it. Typh told the truth, and said he created it from his thoughts on magical energy as well as his training. Celestia then questioned why Typh didnt wish to hand it over to the Royal Guards, seeing that defence matters were their domain. Typh was scared of such a question, and couldnt give a coherent answer. Celestia asked Typh again, but this time, Typh kept quiet. With no choice, Celestia ordered for his service records to be pulled up for her to read. Typh sat there quietly as the Princess read the file, scared of how the situation might turn out. After finishing, her look changed again. This time, she seems more intrigued. She ordered the guards out, leaving just the two of them. Celestia told Typh that she could guess why Typhoon was so reluctant to present to the guards. Typh could only nod weakly. Princess Celestia then asked what Typh was good at. He listed down his interests and talents, economics, sciences, keeping ponies safe. Once again, the answer intrigued Celestia even more. She then noted that Typh was a capable leader. This confused him. He never saw himself as a leader, more as a radical. To prove it, Celestia read out a summary written by his Commanding Officer, the same one who dismissed him multiple times in the Changeling invasion. He noted that Typh may not have followed orders, but had his own unique brand of asymmetric logic that defied systems and rules, just simply attacking the problem at its source. With that, it dawned on Typh that he was, in fact, a leader himself. With this, Typh came up with another idea, and offered it to Celestia. She listened intently, and agreed to the idea.
  2. Typh carried a lot of emotional baggage going into the Guards, and not surprisingly, wasnt too comfortable with the idea. He hated authority and orders with a vengeance, but was about to join the one place where these two things were in abundance. However, he didnt really have much of a choice. He needed to earn a living, and he had no talents anywhere else. He may have been well-read, but he certainly was not a practical pony. From the first day in boot camp, he hated it all. He counted the days till each major event like a pony in a prison sentence. Drills, orders, Sergeants with overinflated egos. Alll of which did not bode well with him, and such frustration did earn him more than one extra duty when he vented. However, the final graduation day from boot camp did arrive, and Typh was glad that it would be the end of his worries. He followed through with the marching routine he was drilled a thousand times over onto the parade square, and stood by as the ceremony continued. He got his rank patches, and was happy enough to have gotten something, but still wasnt too enthusiastic about his deployment; Ponyville. He wished it would be somewhere he knew, and he swore someone did so just to irritate him even further. But from the moment he walked out the gates, family in tow, he saw how ponies reacted now that he was a full Royal Guard. Some older timers gave salutes. People spoke in hushed whispers. Some mean comments, but some laced with respect. People recognised that he was now officially somepony whose very job is to help others. When he was deployed to Ponyville on regular patrol duties, he began to see his role in a far better light than he did before. In one instance, he walked up on bullies ganging up on a young colt. The mere sight of a Guard in armor caused the group to turn tail and scatter. he helped the pony up and asked what happened. "Im Sugar....Sugarhoof...they were teasing me about my name...." At that point, once again, he felt his trademark buildup and burst of emotion. He looked down and asked, "Where do you go to school?" The colt pointed to the Ponyville schoolhouse. Typh put Sugarhoof on his back and flew straight there, a look of determination on his face. He was deaf to the shouts of his squad, asking him to come back. He was set on a mission and was about to complete it. He walked in with the colt to Cherliee, who was shocked to see one of her students escorted in by a Guard and feared the worst. Typh explained the situation that Sugarhoof was in, and demanded that the ponies responsible for his bullying be dealt with swiftly. He then left the schoolhouse to a very angry squad, who got chewed out since Typh just simply vanished from patrol. This did nothing for Typh since he didnt care much for authority, but he felt it was worthwhile to go out of his way to help the colt. In spite of his antics, Typh had a sense of initiative that was not seen amongst many other Guards. He responded to situations almost instinctively and was always helpful to the public. Owing to public opinion and his initiative alone(Typhoon spent more than one weekend confined to barracks for stepping out to help, leaving his squad in the process) he managed to work his way up to the rank of Sergeant. At this point, he had a squad to tag along with his escapades. However, he still got in regular trouble for leading his squad off track to respond to whatever situation occured. He tolerated the management of the Guards up till the Changeling invasion. On the day, he was on patrol with his squad, ordered to keep an eye out for any trouble. At the edge of the city, Typh noticed a few changeling scouts that were there to probe the city for weaknesses. He reported to his superior that there were changelings approaching the city. His CO dismissed his concerns, claiming the Captain's shield would be more than enough to protect from the invasion. Of course, Typh was not settled by the response, and proceeded to leave the city limits to scare off the Changeling scouts. His squad were too used to his antics, and stayed within the shield limits. However, when Typh scared off the inital scouts, he noticed the full Changeling army moving in. Typh rushed to tell his CO of the approaching trouble, to which he was dismissed again. Suitably irritated, Typh flew back out to see the Changelings starting to break the shield. All the other guards were lining up to repel the invaders when the broke through. Typh would not take that, and reasoned with his squad that it would be pointless trying to stop them in the city, and it would be best to take the fight to them while they were busy. However, his squad refused to listen to him, taking orders from the local officer. At this point, Typh was far too concerned to think, and charged alone out of the shield to attack the Changelings. Predicatably, one pony was no match for an army, and he quickly got smiled and stuck to the ground. He spent the rest of the siege trying to keep Changelings from siphoning his love, kicking and screaming like a maniac until the magical blast got rid of the Changelings. Immediately after the invasion, he was court-martialled for disobeying direct orders and was sent to a detention barracks. This made him lose respect for the Guards, and he opted to retire from the force after serving his sentence. With a little string pulling from his parents at home, he was allowed to have an honorable discharge from a friendly officer. He still keeps his guard armor and Sergeant epaulettes with him. However, this meant Typh once again had no job. With his savings, he couldnt hope to afford a place in Canterlot, so he got on the train to Ponyville to find a place to live. There, he spent some time thinking and tinkering with things, just like he always liked to do. One day, he turned back to look at his studies concerning magic, and had an idea. He got some scientific equipment together, and began testing his theory.
  3. ........52 days...0 hours...29 minutes..........

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    2. Guest

      Guest

      or are you talking about something else...

       

    3. skysweep

      skysweep

      32 hours to your exams maybe. Not mine. I'll leave you to ponder the meaning of this.

       

  4. I just thought that after holding onto Typhoon ever since I became a brony back in 2011, I should log his backstory somewhere for safekeeping. And for others to see.So here it will be. It may be long or short, I have no clue as of yet. I will just trace his general story from start to end.. Typhoon was born the lone Pegasus son of two businessponies in Manehatten. Unlike a lot of others, he was slightly above average in his station in society due to his parent's occupations. This meant that as he progressed through schooling, he found that the way he thought was very different from the rest of the ponies around him. With his exposure to the world from a very young age, he thought of concepts far beyond those of his age. Very few ponies thus understood him, and he found it difficult to ever get along. Later on, as he progressed through the education system, he found himself always thinking too far ahead. As such, he was never really the one to top classes, just hanging around the middle. He burned time looking around and questioning the world. But it was also during this time that a few people joined him, respecting the fact that he had different views. These became a close knit group of friends he would always treasure. With his equivocal views of things, he got to know ponies of all types, all trusting him not to judge. This led to a major issue that would change him. One day, he encountered an issue where two of his friends were in disagreement over a similar issue. With his equal view of things, he saw no side to the argument, but found his friends taking sides. As the argument got more heated, they eventually turned to him to resolve the issue, seeing that both sides felt he was a good mediator. Typh tried to explain that both sides were wrong in how they reacted, but they piled the pressure on, demanding a straight answer of one side or another. In the end, he fell back on his base instincts and sided with the group who was initially hurt then fought back. He felt that they were people who had lesser fault, seeing that they had tried to avoid the issue at first. Infuriated by the decision, the other group marched off, and Typh felt awful as he had lost a lot of friends that day, all solely through a decision he made. The next day, Typh and his friends were called into the Principal's office. There, they were told that what they did was against the school rules, even though it was a simple argument. It dawned on them that the pony who started the argument had exaggerated to the administration that he was being targeted by a group whilst he was alone. He felt extremely conflicted by his choice, as even though he never meant any harm and was pressured into taking sides, the repercussions were far greater than ever expected. He looked to see that his friend who was the initial victim taking the brunt of the blame, to the point he was broken and wailing. Like a shock, there was a sudden wave of clarity and drive in him, and he was overcome by a wave of fury. He tackled the other group out of the way and stood indignantly in front of the Principal, refusing to let anything more happen to those he chose to protect. Insults rained on him as threats and punishments aplenty, but he ignored it all in the fury, taking the brunt of the force in place of his friend. In that moment, his cutie mark flashed into existence on his flank. A shield with crossed bolts of lightning. The appearance of the cutie mark stopped the arguments as everyone was curious to find out what the mark meant. The presence of the shield emboldened Typh's initially victimised group, as it was the symbol of protectors and defenders, often the cutie mark signalling Royal Guards and other forms of law enforcement. In spite of these revelations, the group was still heavily punished by the school. After the fury and rage wore off, Typh sank into a depression. He thought of the prospect of his cutie mark and his name, being apt descriptions for an unpredictably aggressive person who does plenty of damage. In due course, unable to cope with the facts, he blamed himself for all of the things that transpired. his friends started to leave him, one by one, unable to cope with the level or ridicule Typh's outburst gave them. It reached a point where he was alone again, and was contemplating ending his life. He felt that nopony would miss him, and that it would be better to remove himself as a violent risk. But what came along was something unexpected. A group came to rally around him, trying to protect him in his time of need. His heart was warmed by the kindness of the group, and eventually recovered. However, the actions left an indelible mark on his character. From that point on, he was distrusting of any authority figures, and felt that he needed to blaze his own trail. From that point, he was a complete rebel, preferring to passively oppose people's attempts to exert their will over him. This formed a unique personality that many criticised, as many still questioned why a destructive rebel has a shield in his cutie mark. As time went on, his fears were even more entrenched as the situations he encountered just served to reinforce his fears and thoughts on how people in power tend to abuse it. This carried on to his graduation from college. At that point, Typh was unsure as to what to do with his life. He had pursued nothing in particular, taking an arbitrary course in magical studies in spite of being a pegasus. Somepony approached him and recommended that he should follow the trail of his cutie mark, and become a Royal Guard. Knowing nothing else he could do, he went along with the plan, enlisting soon after.
  5. Caught the new episode this time. It was fun.

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    2. skysweep

      skysweep

      Quite interesting but could have done with a little more content. But thats just my feeling.

    3. DashYoshi

      DashYoshi

      It was pretty interesting to see, yeah. =)

    4. Guest

      Guest

      It was fucking hilarious.. maybe it's just me

  6. Um....No thanks....Bye! *Flies and hides behind a cloud* If you try it, I wish you luck. The heat is unike anything you would have ever experienced. It has a nice aftertaste, but I personally think its not worth the feeling of a flamethrower in your mouth.
  7. Thanks! I will be sure to keep that in mind.
  8. I used a wacom drawing tablet actually, not a mouse. I got fed up after my first try so I went out and got a proper tablet.
  9. Another shot at the digital art realm, this time bigger than ever: https://mlpforums.com/topic/136099-skysweeps-art/#entry4068722

  10. Third try. This one is a far larger task with 4 OC's. Typhoon(myself), EnzoAquila, Jonas and Melke are in it. Whom I think at least are fledgling content creators in a way. But in any case, have some art:
  11. Well, I am putting this up as a recommendation from people who found my story of how and why I am such a hardcore brony interesting. Well it is storied, but...never mind. I will just let it speak for itself. Helps me too since I dont have to re-type it everytime someone asks. Its a mouthful. So my journey started in April 2011. It all started one day, when a couple of the original bronies in my school wanted to turn me into a brony, since they thought it would be funny for a studious scientifically minded student to do an about face. One day, I was leaving my maths class when I head someone call me out. I turned to look at this bunch of people with headphones, computers, speakers and phones. Somehow I knew this was a bad omen, and I started to pack up quickly. I had heard of this brony phenomenon, and I wanted no part in it. But then I heard this saccharine music being played which I correctly assumed to be the theme song. I stuck my fingers in my ears and closed my eyes as they tried to show me the videos. It was a real challenge, packing your bag without seeing, and with your elbows. I took off running down the hallways, just trying to get away from this small but ideologically dangerous mob. Next day, English class. People around me just so happened to choose to talk about ponies non stop, and I just wanted to avoid them. So I just stayed in a corner of the class and tried not to think much of it. Another day, in the science class, one brony comes and sits next to me and starts working out a deal to bribe me into watching the show. Nothing doing, after all, I didnt want any part of it no matter how much money was on the table. And another day, I was chased around again with the raving mob wanting to indoctrinate me. Everywhere I went, it was just one bribe, deal or flat out chase. After a while, I was curious. My mind, being the scientific one it is, couldnt fathom what could drive people to such great lengths. I went to take a look at the first episode to just see what the fuss was all about. I remember just curling up at the sugariness of it all, and I finished the episode. Two parter, so I watched the other half. By the time that was done, I wasnt curling up to it. I didnt mind it. And so each day, I watched a new episode. Slowly but surely, over all of April I watched the whole first season, and then I realised that...I was now a brony. But I didnt want people to know they won, so I acted a little like a hater for a while. Just getting irritated at anyone who asked. This was until the pivotal point in August that changed me. At that time, I was in a lot of problems. I had a lot of very nasty teachers. My friends started to ditch me one by one. My family were always busy. As it all started to fade away, I got sadder. Lonlier. I was getting bad news and shoutings every day. One turning point was during an English project, where someone in my group did something dumb and got us all into big trouble for very little. It was incidents like this during English, Maths, PE that started to get to me. Then, when my final friend decided to cut all ties with me, I snapped. You feel that cold embrace. You see it grip your heart, and you know that there is very little anyone has to do with you. Panic attacks had nothing on me like that. It was a cold, dark, painful thing, and then I get this notion I should show everyone what they did. I climbed the stairs, to the 3rd floor I remember. I wanted to just jump and get it over with. I originally went to the 3rd floor with the intention of the suicide attempt to be non fatal. I wanted to land on my feet so I would survive, and would just shock everyone into caring more about me. But when I took the steps onto the balcony, I looked behind to see a few groups of people. Standing by, and doing absolutely nothing. That was the time my faith in humanity just....broke. I was about to jump off, and nobody wanted to do anything to stop me. Nobody ran for a teacher. Nobody came up to tackle me or talk to me. They all just sat there and watched, content to see someone die before their eyes and do absolutely nothing to avert their eyes or do something to help. As if they wanted to watch someone die. That was the fatal change, I wanted to land headfirst, to die and escape such a cruel world. But when I took a step off, someone called out to me. Someone grabbed me. Someone did that, when nobody else wanted to. I screamed and hit at whoever it was, I didnt want to live in a world like this. A world where a death is just removing an inconvenience. But when I looked up, there he was. A brony. The only person in a crowd who would step out to save someone. The religious, the stuidous, the student leaders, the righteous, none helped more directly than that brony who saved me. He brought me to the counsellor, he looked after me, the bronies made me a place in their community to care for me when nobody else cared. They nursed me back to health. The next year, I participated in the Google Science Fair 2012. I turned out in the Regional Finals but didnt make it to global. I turned out as one of the top minds in South East Asia. I remember, I promised the bronies that if I made it to the global finals, my speech would thank the brony fandom for what they have done. So I helped in a different way, sitting by and never leaving the fandom. As I said to people, "Why I owe my life to the fandom is because they have given me a blessed new life. People who want to ask about the normal, gentle and naive self I was before 2011, I will just say that he died. He died when everyone who supposedly cared left him, he died when he took the step off the balcony. The bronies have given me a different life. It is still painful because of all the problems I have, but....they gave me a new life. And for that, I know this life isnt mine to keep, because it never would have existed if the bronies were not there." So even today, I keep an eye out for my friends, be they brony or not. Because I believed the best way to thank the fandom was to do the same thing that the brony did for me back in 2011. Which is to step out and save your life, when nobody else would do so. To put all judgement aside, and to put your life above my own, to carry that spirit of friendship, acceptance and selflessness that the show teaches us. And so I have. For friends, I have argued with the UK Metropolian Police, and messaged UNICEF to no end. I have taken my crushed confidence and fed them to others to help them grow strong, and offered the little kindness spared to me to keep them warm. And all this from a "children's show". So what I will say is this; A children's show it may be, a thing for little girls to dream of. A fandom of deviants it may be, a community of those who have "no life". A childish ideal it may be, a place where anything goes. But it does good for people in this world, if only people open their hearts to it.
  12. Wai wai wait..... *Runs* Nooo, I dont want to be hypnotised! (Just a joke)
  13. If you know something about cosplay...maybe a little help? https://mlpforums.com/topic/136574-a-little-cosplay-advice/

  14. Hi there... Well, as per the title, I will be putting together my first cosplay ever, of Daring Do. I dont know how many people here know anything about it, but its worth a shot I guess. I have no idea how to make certain parts, and am looking for advice on that front. So the idea is that its anthro, and I have some explorer things, like the pith helmet, some pants....I will get the time to find the shirt.... But first things first. How should I make the wings? I was thinking of cutting out felt, and supporting it with thin rods in the fabric, then overlaying with actual feathers but I dont know how well that would work. Second is concerning the pith helmet. Its the wrong colour, I literally got had to go abroad to get it, so I had to settle for whatever it was. Daring's helmet is a light beige, but this one is a darker brown. If it was the other way around I could just use my fabric paints since lighter to darker is easy. But this is the reverse, and I dont know what I should do. Finally, the mane and tail. Zero idea what the heck im doing. What I originally planned is to cut threads into thousands of bits and tie them all together to form the mane and tail, then trim it like hair to the proper design. But I dont know if thats the best way to do it. So thanks for reading and im looking forward to what you all have to say.
  15. These drawings are really nice. It would help to have sharper borders of the ponies, but other than that, good job!
  16. This is really nice, good job. I cant offer much advice because I am still learning too (Sorry)
  17. Its a really good drawing, straight out of Twily's psycho state. Somehow I thought of Macbeth when I saw this....Ugh, too much English revision. But in all seriousness, it has that vibe of a twisted pony. It achieves the effect if the intent is to scare someone.
  18. That tongue really makes it cute. But the eyes...are you trying to hypnotise me or something?
  19. I believe this is the place. https://mlpforums.com/forum/97-requests-guild/
  20. That is a really great drawing! Im looking forward to seeing more of what you will do.
  21. Its a good start. All the pony proportions are right, so its just the practice from this point forward.
  22. Its quite nice, and real good for such form of shading. If I might point out that the sunlight is just a little harsh in my opinion....but otherwise its nice.
  23. These are good. People would notice the thread. No harm in giving it a try. Nobody is going to get upset if you close it down because you are overwhelmed.
  24. Why draw a sad drawing? But otherwise its a nice picture.
  25. Hot chillis is better left to Sky. He hasnt shyed away from a chilli challenge yet. The hottest I have tasted was the Trinidad Scorpion Chilli. I will say, it really numb your mouth with heat, its so hot, I think it burned off some of my taste buds. Im still alive though. The second challenge that I was given when I was in Melbourne wasnt even half as bad even though it was supposedly the same chilli. Dunno.
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