Comet Tail

Well, with Veon's permission, perhaps you could poke around and find out how to put a pony model in the game? Does Unity allow you to put skeletons onto different meshes? If so, you could develop things for the SFM pony models without a spacesuit model, then once someone makes us some good models, we could just use those. I've actually poked into modelling quite a bit in the past. I've only touched on experimenting with biological forms, though. Mostly I just need to learn how to use extrude properly... That, and maybe get something better than gmax. Problem is I don't like to pirate and I don't like to spend freakishly huge sums of money on a hobby, either, and Blender is the devil to try to learn after being familiar with gmax. What other options are there? Is milkshape any better than gmax? Not spacesuit, but my one attempt at 3d stuff: Actually, if there's collar-thingies on the joints or something so they don't need to be smoothed then this wouldn't be an issue...

In response to her silence, I pause, deeply regretting what I'd said about the bear. My mind starts racing over things I could say, should say, what else could I say? I've already given something of a small speech on this. I'd carefully built a house of cards, then in the blink of an eye, knocked it all down. I absolutely can't let this go unredeemed. I absolutely have to do something! But what? "Welp, bed time! No sense in prolonging it, big day tomorrow!" She heads to bed. I bite my lip - something - something - what? - whhaaat? "Twilight!" I call, almost a full three seconds after her declaration. I hope it wasn't too much of a bark - though it sounded kinda snappy. But there certainly wasn't any anger in it, just, yelled in the sort of way you'd yell if you were suddenly surprised by something, or scared by something suddenly popping up. - If she keeps going, - If she stops,

In response to your comment on the peppers, AJ replies: "Ah, well, these here peppers were a gift from my second uncle. Then Rainbow decided to raise me a challenge with'em, so ya know what? I planted'em! And grew a lot more! So now we're finally havin' this challenge." When you take AJ's hoof you're met with a strong, hearty shake that makes you feel like you'd be flung right into the air if you locked your forehoof. "Pleased to meet'ya, Starblast!" There's a big sigh from the counter as Rainbow finishes her enormous chug of milkshake before she addresses you, "So, you think you're really tough stuff, huh? Well, if - eek!" She quickly takes another swig from the milkshake. Applejack brings her hoof to her mouth to cover another chuckle. RD continues, "Okay, okay," she admits, "Yeah, they're hot. But if you're really so tough - take two!" Applejack and Pinkie Pie's expressions both go to fear. AJ starts, "Look sugarcube, I got a lotta' heat an' puckered up just from grabbin' a stem in my teeth an puttin' it on the table. You don't gotta impress nopony, here." "You know - " Pinkie Pie chimes in, "If you're gonna eat two, tell me first, 'cause then I gotta make some crescent rolls, fast!" The second guard opens his mouth to say something - then pauses, and gently huffs as he finds he doesn't have anything to say. "You can be creative," the commander says, "but knocking on palace windows in the middle of the night is not the way to do it." They lead you quite a ways, before entering one of the buildings and taking you to a room. To your surprise, the room isn't really a jail cell. It's more, in fact, like the cheapest inn room you've ever seen. The bed has sheets, the walls are sheetrock, the roof and floor are a strong oaken wood, there's even a small, decent bathroom attached, and even a glass window - it doesn't open, but it doesn't even have bars. And to top it all off, there's even a small desk. The place seems more akin to a locked room in a mental hospital. "This is for more civil, less dangerous suspects. Just don't do anything stupid or you'll get the real cells. And this place is under constant survaillence, so we'll know." Adagio tenses slightly, "Well that's great, isn't that just great, you two?" She asks back to her friends without turning. "Mhm" "Yeah... No?" Aria and Sonata respond simultaneously. Aria gives a glare that shoots daggers at Sonata. "W-What?" Sonata asks. "Hel-lo? Don't you remember what happened in Seattle? That was a disaster! It's, like, totally a bad thing because that interferes with-" Panic fleetingly shoots across both Aria and Adagio's faces. Aria reaches forward and covers Sonata's mouth with her hand. Adagio whips around and growls at Sonata, before quickly turning back and continuing, "Well, sorry about that, she says the stupidest made-up things sometimes, and so rude, too. Take my apology, she uh... Probably has something." Adagio actually offers her hand this time with a forced smile. Aria just nods, and Sonata does as well - though it's hard to tell whether Sonata is actually nodding or if it's Aria's hand nodding her head. Aria then harshly whispers something to Sonata. - - - assuming nothing too major happens that would stop this - - - "Hi!" A girl with fiery red-and-yellow hair approaches. "I'm Sunset Shimmer, Are you the new students I'm supposed to show around?" - - - simple confirmations and introductions - - - "Good to meet all of you! Canterlot High School is a great place, you're really going to love it..." Sunset continues. She leads your group on a fairly nondescript tour of the school, showing you various classrooms and important places. To your first question, she simply grins and nods, and puts her copy of the music on her stand in front of her keyboard rig. To your question about the piano, she shrugs and turns to Octavia, only now noticing Octavia's waving. Vinyl shrugs at her roommate with a confused, perked eyebrow. Octavia smiles, shaking her head in a small gesture of teasing. She mouths, 'Would you like to come with me and Paradox to play lazer tag later?' Scratch shrugs and nods, then gestures towards HackTune and the piano again. Octavia gets up and slowly rubs her piano, thinking. With a slow nod, she turns to HackTune, "Not a scratch, spill, oopsies, or otherwise. This may be a baby grand, but it's worth more than a fancy cart. Understand?"

(I just had the funny realization that the sooner I finish everyone else's replies, the sooner I get my own reply! ) I'm amazed at the clockwork feat, everything moving with such extreme precision. I blink twice, taking it all in. "Woah. You know, typically, adventures have some brave stallion rescuing a damsel in distress. But I get the feeling that if we go on some kind of adventure on the moon, you'll probably be the one saving me," I chuckle. Looking at the teddy bear and its impaled injury, I look back at her and comment with a smirk; "Well, you've saved me from missing the stop at the station and lots of heavy baggage, but I'm a little concerned seeing as you didn't save this teddy bear from a possibly mortal injury." Fortunately, I catch the implication rather quickly before I let it go; "But like I just said - it's what happens now that matters, and you did save me from the baggage and missing the stop, so even if you let Teddy get impaled in the past -" I glance at the bear, then back at her, "You've proven tonight that you wouldn't let that happen now." I shoot her an understanding, close-eyed smile as I levitate the stuffed animal over to her in an offering gesture.

After Aria's brush-off, Adagio starts; "Look, just as long as you don't cause any trouble with this Tai Chi-Gong Fu stuff, then we should get along just fine." Her tone was slightly menacing, though sincere. "So is it just a passing sort of small deal for you, or are you really into it?" Despite being somewhat aloof sounding, it did sound like a sincere question that she was actually interested in. Sonata seems to slowly shift from being oblivious, to somewhat nervous and uneasy. Fortunately, while Adagio is aloof and Aria seems plain hostile without any clear reason, Sonata is much easier to read. She's looking at you a fair bit. Is she... Is she afraid of you, perhaps? She seems a bit surprised at first, almost a little... Scared? She glances back into the home - but only for a brief moment before shrugging, turning back to you with a grin, accepting the coffee and music in her own telekinesis, and gesturing with her head for you to follow her as she heads inside and starts setting up her equipment to play your music. She even takes a swig of the coffee you gave her. She no longer has any signs of trepidation at all; she really seems most interested in giving your music a shot. "Hah!" She flicks her wrist dismissively. "Maybe hot for -" she wheezes again "- other ponies, but not... For this iron-pony!" she puffs up her chest in a prideful, regal pose, which immediately collapses to another series of wheezes. Pinkie grins and nods, "Pff - of course we have chocolate! Is this sugarcube corner? You bet it is - and it isn't a casino, either, so it most definitely is sugarcube corner with chocolate milkshakes, coming right up! - or, just one chocolate milkshake!" She grins, "Oh, but if you want to try one of the peppers, you'll have to ask Applejack - they're hers." She then turns and bounces back towards the kitchen. AJ pipes in at her mention; "Ehhh - I don't see what harm there'd be in sharin' one or two." She grins mischeviously as she adjusts her stetson, making her look extra menacing; "I don't reckon' y'all will want more than one, anyhow," she says with a grin. Dash replies to your offer; "Thanks but no thanks," she gets up, then shakily, wobbily, begins meandering towards the counter, "Can't you see - I'm... wheeze totally... sigh fine!..." "Oh, come on, RD -" Applejack calls out, "You ain't foolin' nopony! Yer face is plum red, you're cryin, wheezin', fallin' on the floor, an' I've seen moths circlin' a lantern fly a straighter path than you're walkin' right now." Still meandering, she calls back - "Alright, Applesmack, let's - wheeze - see you eat a whole one!" She half crashes, half sits in front of the counter, chugging half the milkshake. Applejack pauses, grins nervously as she turns to face a basket on a table behind her, "You counted that I've already had a turn. I reckon' that makes it this fella's turn if'n he's still interested." She gestures towards you. "Ah- where're my manners?! I'hm Applejack, good to meet y'all!" She extends a hoof with a warm smile. (Warning: accepting said hoof may be an experience that will leave you shaken) "To your body!" one of them immediately replies, earning a glance from the other, who pauses, considers it... Then nods as he flies alongside him. "Right!" the leader replies to your request to land, "but we select the landing spot!" It might seem a little odd, because all they do is direct you just slightly off from where you would've landed, anyways. But, assuming you comply, they don't seem too displeased. Whether you brought it with you, or left it on the balcony, at about the same time that you cock your head and speak, the second guard notices the sign, and after you say; "cool!", he replies, speaking up for the first time; "Actually, we're both pegasi. The armor just gives us a bat-like appearance as part of the uniform." The other guard shoots a disciplinary glare at him. He continues, "Eh, Glint, there's a 'Luna is best princess' sign. I think we just got another over-eager fan." "No matter," the first guard answers, "that only means you must understand all the more that we have to treat every trespasser as a possible spy or assassin - for the safety of the princesses. But really, you should seek more legal means to see them..." He approaches you with rope, pretty clearly going to take you into custody. She looks concerned at your discomfort. "Peace to you, dear Wilhelm." She takes your glass in her magic, tops it off with some more wine, and offers it to you. "I do not have any ill feelings towards you - indeed, I admire your courage in asking me on a date, for the sake of love. But I do wonder if you have fully considered what this entails, what my history may be, or what my future will inevitably hold. I will not deny you the opportunity to court me," she says with a hint of a smile, then continues a bit more soberly, "but first, you must consider that I have had many lovers before, in millennia past, so you would be far from the first..." Shame creeps into her voice as she continues, "...and shortly before I fell to a Nightmare, after my last lover fell victim to his mortality, left alone and too afraid of losing yet another one, I even experimented with some degree of promiscuity..." She continued more levelly, "And after you, too, shall pass to your own mortality, I may have lovers more. Would you not prefer a partner who would be single to you, who has not spent lifetimes with others already, and who will not live millennia more with others after you pass?" The intonation makes it rather clear that she isn't trying to push you away, so much as she is genuinely asking you this question. "I invite you to take as long as you want to ponder this in your heart, and to finish this evening however you wish to... My dear Wilhelm," she finishes, cracking a smile.

(It's quite a shame I don't have my meta-knowledge, here...) A teddy bear? I hope she doesn't see me holding back a grin. She has/had a teddy bear? That's adorable! I love this mare! Well, uhm... Wait a second, she's not too distraught over its damage, though, and she left it here... Hmm... So what is it doing here? Fortunately, the thoughts go by fast enough that I don't miss much of her explanation. I'm not quite sure how to respond. But, luckily, I do have an idea of the message I want to get across. "Well, I mean..." No, don't go the usual, 'well, I do it sometimes, too,' approach - this is about her, not me, so how else can I approach this?... I scan my surroundings. Unfortunately, I really can't seem to make much of an argument for 'well, it's not that bad,' because it is pretty bad... "The fact that you feel bad about it says a lot, though. A true slob wouldn't care, but you do care, and that makes all the difference. I mean, if ponies were stuck the way they were born, nopony would ever learn to talk and we'd all be crawlin' around in diapers," some levity slips into my voice describing the absurd dystopia before the gentle tone returns, "The important thing is how we change. If you would never do this to your current library, then what does it matter what happened in the past? You couldn't talk in the past, either, but you've learned to talk and a lot more than that - so it's where you are now, that matters." I finish, giving her a cheery little smile. Darn, I was pretty terrified I'd have nothing to console her with, but that went pretty darn good. I give the place another look-over. "So, would it help you feel a lot better if we got cleaning now, or should we wait until morning? I don't know if my brain is awake enough to be of much help cleaning right now... I don't know what I'd do to help." Indeed, thinking of it does nothing but drop my mind into blurry confusion... But the book lying on the floor catches my attention. Wait, no... All a lot of this would involve is some brushing up and putting books back on the shelves... I can do that! Unfortunately, I've paused for a second, so she's probably made her reply by now. If she, herself, seems to sincerely want to go to sleep, then I'll concede to that, here. But if she's merely caving into my will with a reluctant or sad; "...We can do it in the morning," then I'm going to say, "Nah, it'll help you feel better -" I pick up the book in my magic and walk with it over to the bookcase, examining the author's last name with those on the shelves, "My mind's waking up, this isn't too bad, we can just brush it up a little right now and you'll sleep a lot better..." I flash a smile at her, "We both will." If she presses cleaning the place up, though, then just replace my, "Nah, it'll help you feel better-" with a "Alrighty, then -" and continue from there.

(To be fair, narrator was really having fun more than poking fun...) The ringleader seemed to be able to tell and returned a look. She then turned to the authority figure and said something, causing her to turn around and face you as well. She waves you over. - - - You approach the group - - - "Hello, and welcome to C.H.S." The adult begins formally, "We're so glad to have you here! I'm Vice Principal Luna, and these are Aria Blaze, Adagio Dazzle, and Sonata Dusk, and you must be Ezekiel, am I correct?" - - - You confirm - - - "Good, and I'm glad to finally meet you! Well, One of our students, Sunset Shimmer, has volunteered to give you an insider's tour to welcome you to our school. Just wait right here, and I'll call her over. Any questions for me before I go?" - - - If you have nothing to ask or say to her, she'll leave - - - "Good, have a good day!" She walks away towards her office, leaving you alone with the three other new students. Aria looks almost as condescending as annoyed at your presence. Adagio seems more neutral, but Sonata seems cheerful. "Hi, Ezekiel!" she exclaims in a voice as chipper as her expression. Adagio turns back to you, looking over your outfit, "Tai Chi, I take it?" In response to the apology she just smiles and shrugs, "It's alright," and listens to you as you clear your throat and continue. She accepts the letter. "Oh, 'sent this via royal courier to procure a witness...' so she wants me to know the reason for her absence?" A small, ephemeral flash of vague concern comes over her before she continues, "What is it?" She asks with sincere curiosity. Pinkie's stifling completely breaks up as she bursts out laughing; now she's on the floor, but laughing instead of seemingly dying. Applejack starts laughing, and opens her mouth to say something before Rainbow's voice pipes in, "Hah! Of course... I... Am..." She's barely getting the words out around deep, pained wheezing. "I'm... Completely... Fine!" She sits back up, but clearly struggling to not writhe in agony. "Why would you ever think... I'm not okay?" Tears still fresh on her face, she turns to Pinkie, "Pinkie! Can you get me..." she wheezes some more, "...On a completely unrelated note -" she emphasizes how completely unrelated the request is by bringing her hoof to her chest and then extending it, "-a vanilla milkshake?" Her voice slips up with a voice crack with the last words' request, and she sounds like she's half crying, half begging for it. "Sure!" Pinkie exclaims with glee, spronking behind the counter. She reaches down below it and instantly produces a milkshake, ready to drink, and puts it on top. "That'll be three bits!" Then, turning to you, "Do you want a milkshake? Cupcakes? Enchiladas? Cherrychimichimicherrychimicherrycherrychimichangas?" You lucky horse - Vinyl herself "answers" the door. "answers" in quotation marks because... Well, she doesn't say a word. The door opens, and she merely perks an eyebrow at you from under her glasses. Although you can't see through the shades, you can see enough of her eyebrows to make out that her eyes are just a bit wider than if she were being critical - no, the look is very clearly one of genuine curiosity, nothing else. She seems to have mastered the art of body language - somehow her silence isn't the least bit awkward - her expression seems to speak just as clearly as any words; "Yes?" her expression asks, quietly and clearly. (Aww, sorry, man. I was honestly going to let you go, then decided to let random chance have some fun and roll a die and on a 5 or a 6 they'd notice something amiss. It rolled a 5... Don't worry, though, this is a world where hearts are incorporated into fence-posts: It's much nicer than our world's prisons and/or courts. This may actually come to your benefit a little, actually...) Unfortunately, the overhang doesn't have a very deep lip... This has done little to hide your silhouette, and while you have far superior night vision to most ponies... These aren't normal ponies. These are Luna's night guard, and incompetent, they are not, but batponies, they are. "Hey, over on the balcony... It's a pony! - " he switches to a yelling, commanding voice, "Stand down! Hooves up, wings out!" he commands as he rushes towards the balcony with his wingpony.

[Funny thought: when this started... Nay, before this update, we didn't have canon on her reaction to seeing her old library. Now, as of Amending Fences, we do ] Goodnight Moon, it is, then. I can't remember it all, though, so I have to improvise a good deal of it, but I'm surprised by how decently I do at coming up with little families of mice and anthropomorphizing furniture. It takes me until I finish to realize that she's out. When I do notice, I can't help but let out a satisfied hum, then gently hum a little bit of "you are my sunshine," whether or not she's awake to hear it. I guess it's a little too relaxing for how tired I am. Normally I wake very slowly - but not now. My ears perk up and I scan the surroundings thoroughly - I'm somewhat alarmed, trying to make sense of what's going on - when I notice my luggage. That's the signal that everything is okay - if there had been some kind of train wreck or something I doubt our luggage would be here. My luggage - and her luggage - are all being carried in her magic... And so am I?! Woah. I'm impressed at how effortlessly she's doing it - she doesn't seem to find it very difficult at all - yet, in looking to see if she finds this difficult to carry, I notice something else on her features. "Are you alright? Is... Everything okay?" Concern tips my voice as I ask, noticing her discouraged look. There's an odd feeling poking the back of my mind, but I'm too concerned with asking her about what her concern is to investigate it. [Those odd thoughts I'm not yet aware of are: 1. What's this library? Where are we? 2. She's levitating me in her magic. It's kind of like holding someone all over. A bit of an odd feeling, but given we were snuggling earlier, I guess nothing really new...]

As you approach Sugarcube corner, you hear indistinct talking from inside. As you enter, you're able to understand a few words in a southern accent, "...sure about that, sugarcube?" Then turning, you see this. Movement catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. Two flying figures in the distance seem to be circling the castle. If they’re searching, they’ll doubtlessly see you, silhouetted against the sky on the balcony, as you are. Now is your chance to take whatever evasive action you will. [see OOC thread - we need to talk chronology] Luna accepts the glass with a hoof, holding it, then taking a small, modest sip while you finish your last sentence. “Neither is it every day that a friend ‘of the Realm’ has the courage to invite a Princess of the Realm to a ‘dae-’dinner,” she replies knowingly with a sly smile. “Now, you say you are unsure whether you are at thine best or worst…” She remarks thoughtfully. “How is it that you are confused so?” she asks, although her tone would suggest the question is really meant for your benefit more than her curiosity. Indeed, she seems rather knowing and confident about the whole situation in general. [see OOC thread - we need to talk chronology] She turns around at the mention of her name, eyes somewhat wide with surprise. She perks an eyebrow at “I bare message,” and gives you a blank stare, waiting for the message, eyebrow still perked. IF you don’t say anything for a few seconds, she will hesitantly start, “So… you have a message for me? Are you going to read it, or?...” She lifts a hoof in a shrug, “Aren’t messages normally delivered in sealed envelopes - or, scrolls, I guess, here?” Her tone makes it clear she’s not implying anything so much as legitimately confused, but willing to accept whatever you tell her. The bus had delivered you a full two hours before your class - eleven o’clock - you had been asked to come at this time for a tour of the school, then to join the students for lunch before the class. The instructions also mentioned you were going to take the tour with three other students, all supposed to meet at the front of the school’s lobby. The lobby itself was as impressive as it was large, well decorated with various trophy cases, banners, and large staircases at each side. Sure enough, a cluster of three spikely-dressed girls were assembled by the front doors, along with a fourth woman: an adult wearing a collared shirt with a blue moon printed on it, long blue hair, and holding a clipboard, talking to the three teenagers. The three were an odd sight; the one furthest had stars keeping her purple hair in a ponytail, and torn sleeves, along with a gratuitous supply of armbands that seemed to suggest some sort of impending armband shortage she feared. The one in the middle, and a step forward from the other two, had such volumous orange hair she made you wonder if she were born in a pumpkin patch, and just as her friend seemed to fear an armband shortage, she similarly appeared to fear an impending spike shortage, judging by her headband, belt, and shoe… belts? The third looked the most normal, with blue hair, though inwardly bending knees and a pinky in her smile made her look something less than a rocket scientist. They all wore red jewel pendants attached with thick black necklaces, and clothes that seemed to indicate they had just moved in from Transylvania four hundred years ago, but had also joined a rock band.

"I'm afraid I don't really know any off the top of my head - I was kind of thinking more along the lines of reading a nice little story book of some kind. Something like Olive, the Other Reindeer..." As I think about it, I start to remember that story actually had some fighting in it, dognapping, truckers... "Well, maybe something even a bit more low-key, when it comes time to relax for sleep, something like..." The most friendly, relaxing, wonderful tale comes to mind, Woah, woah, am I really about to say this? Yeah, both of us are pretty relaxed right now, who doesn't like a little something soft? People putting up pretenses, that's who. I'm gonna say it! "-'Goodnight, Moon'. That's a classic." I yawn, taking note of the beautiful night outside (whatever weather it is, it's almost always beautiful outside the window in my opinion. Either the view itself is relaxing and beautiful, or the frightening weather outside makes it ever more cozy inside). I take another sip from the hot cocoa, now running low. I telekinetically set it down somewhere safe for now. "...But come to think of it, I don't really know that one off the top of my head, either, heheh" my ears flop down, slightly embarrassed at not having a single tale to tale. "I was so nervous about this mission I don't think I packed any nice winter tales. Did you, perchance? I could get it out for you. Or we could make up our own. Or just reminisce about the beautiful starry sky," I add, the stars outside the window catching my eye. "Your call. Ever had anything you wonder about out there that you'd like to reminisce about with a fellow thinker?" I yawn again, relaxing a bit more into the bench. This is going to be a very nice train ride. I'm sure if we fall asleep we'll wake up at Canterlot... Boy am I tired, though. For a brief moment, I wonder how appropriate it'd be if I wrapped my hoof around her. Then it dawns on me: We... We just kissed. We just kissed! My heart flutters. I return her leaning with my own slight lean, relaxing into her, put my hoof around her shoulders, and nuzzle in a little. [Note, you now have permission to make me fall asleep. I'd give it a 10-80% of happening depending on if Twilight does something that urges us to stay up, or something really relaxing, or decides trainride is a good time for a late-night pre-hotel nap. I'd stay awake if I'm reading her something, but might fade out if we're both tired and wax deep and relaxed about stars. Also if she's got energy that'd give me a bit more. I might just pass out if it's raining, though, heheh. I think I'm being influenced by the fact that IRL I'm in about the same situation right now, buuuuuut, it works rather well in the RP since it's implied to be rather late by now and in a train and all.]

It seems as though I've suddenly discovered the key of transmutation that alchemists have sought for eons - It feels like my heart has suddenly turned to lead. "You have a bit of a one-track mind." echoes in my head from years ago. He'd meant nothing ill of it, but it still rang sharply. "Oh, uh, yes." I blush a little, realizing my mind was overreacting. Surely I'm a much more well-rounded pony by now. I accept the invitation by moving in next to and facing her as I continue. "I read a lot of fiction in the past, Redwall, Warriors, some others, but then I started finding myself enjoying physics things more," I once again use my hooves, with a little bit of light magic to paint some swirls in the air, "exploring these exotic quantum worlds that make up our world, and part of the fun of astrophysics is reading about it is kind of like imagining being there - " I set my hooves back down, unintentionally doing a small, feign shiver, " - without all the radiation and need for air and all." "The views I can only imagine across the solar system are absolutely breathtaking as a sunset in the valley from Canterlot! Oh, and how could I forget Daring Do? I'm not bone dry - I love physics and science but adventures and warm hugs-" I lean a little on her with the last two words "- are some of my favorite things, too." I pause for a brief moment. "Well, reading about adventures at least. Can't say I've ever really been on one, nor would want my friends in danger. Warm hugs and winter stories in front of fireplaces are much more enjoyable than being executed by Ahuizotl." I chuckle. Funny how we enjoy fiction that wouldn't be quite as enjoyable in person, isn't it? "-Though Daring Do does make for some great adventure. I just don't know if being in her place would be quite as fun at the moment."

This seems like a whirlwind of chaos just waiting to happen! Just imagine what she could do if she had magic like that! I guess it might not be too different from her party cannon, though, hehe.

There's lots of reviewers out there. But how many analysts analyze not the literature elements of MLP, but the SCIENCE of it??? First video!