Rebel the Wolfgirl

"Yes, I remember that. Remember I am also Shining Armor's grandson. So I deserve at least SOME respect. Okay?' Before Draco could answer, Renegade felt a question pop into his head. "What did you need to show us? Is it important?" he asked, hoping there would finally be some action.

"We may be Desert Rangers, Commander." Renegade pointed out. "But remember: We are also a remnant of the Royal Guard. Which means we must defend the wasteland as a whole. And I promoted myself." he finished, giving his superior a dirty look, "Oh, right." he said, turning to the mare. "I forgot you have back problems."

(And so, our tale begins...yay!) "Commander O'Malley, don't you think it's a bit harsh to scold them because they aren't in single file?" Renegade asked his superior. "As second in command of this squad, shouldn't I get a say in this?" he continued, a slight bit of defiance in his voice.

Renegade looked at Pure with a concerned glance. "Pure," Renegade sighed. "I understand what you're going through. It's okay to worry about your family. I'm sure they're doing OK out there. But then again, you weren't born and raised here like I was." the unicorn pointed out.

"Oh, hello, Pure." Renegade said, walking by the stallion. "How are you this fine day?" Renegade paused for a moment to look at who was coming. "Hello, ummm....Miss." Renegade said, completely forgetting Benignia's name. "Any reports?" he asked Pure. Hopefully there were.

-LOCATION: RANGER CENTER. TIME: APPROXIMATELY 10: 00 AM.- Renegade slowly walked around the Ranger Center, waiting for an assignment. On the outside, the Center appeared to be a rusty old prison, and in truth it was. On the day of the war, a squad of Royal Guards had sought shelter in the prison to escape the spells falling. In turn, the rest was history.

OOC/Signup thread: http://mlpforums.com/topic/92799-my-little-wasteland-friendship-is-post-apocalyptic-actionadventuresci-fi/#entry2463013 For many years now, tensions between the griffins and ponykind have been non-hostile and mutual. Everypony lives in a state of optimism, underlined by fear. One day however, everything changes. A series of meteor strikes caused the two kingdoms to fire every weaponized magic spell at each other in a blind panic, each thinking one was trying to destroy the other. The results to say the least were horrific. Years later, the world has changed. It is now an inhospitable desert known as the Wasteland, full of death, disease, and chaos. In Equestria, a new faction known as the Desert Rangers has risen. And so our tale begins... RULES 1) KEEP IT PG-13! 2) No real world cusses! Pony cusses are allowed, though. 3) Weapons are allowed! 4) Romance is allowed as well! 5) Have fun!

YAYYYYYY! NO MORE CRAPTOON NETWORK! Hopefully we can get the good stuff back...

Could you please draw my OC (see avatar) banging a frying pan and shouting, "BRING OUT YER DEAD!"?

I have 2, both from games: "It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum...and I'm all outta gum."-Duke Nukem "War..War never changes."-Fallout

Thank you so much! Now...how do I put this as my signature?

This looks amazing! You, my friend, are an artist indeed. I think she'd make a great character.

Renegade the Unicorn.

"Diggy Diggy Hole" by the Yogscast.

Ah, ok. Wait... What the hell is that?

I think I could do a decent "Beyond Her Garden" cover.

Can you remember what happened in September?

Hmmmm....this warrants further investigation. Does Norman Bates run a motel?

Is friendship magic?

dO YOU LIKE BANANAS? IF SO, SAY SOMETHING RANDOM.

How do you think THIS generation feels, Pink? *sarcasm*

Dsanders...I agree with you. I honestly enjoy being here myself. It kinda makes my life here in the suburbs less boring.

Well, crap.