Veigar the Dark Lord

After having put everything in order, Veigar decided to take some books with him and his staff before walking out of the bedroom. He wasn't going to be practicing, he just brought the books to read them and he also brought the staff just in case...mostly to keep himself safe from any kind of misfortune. While he HIGHLY doubted anything bad would happen, it was always good to be prepared. When he walked out of the room he realised there was also an elevator, something that made him quite pissed in his mind. He took a deep breath as to not start swearing angrily and pushed the button to call for the elevator. He tapped his hooves against the floor and waited...

Veigar saw different ponies arrive in to the hotel. Two were mere ponies, some was a particularly cute mare who was lsitening to some music on her headphones, while the other was a simple green stallion who was talking to the receptionist he talked before. Then another different type of guest arrived to the place: it was a griffon. While he did not particularly hated griffons (unlike the eternal hatred he showed towards Chrysalids), he found them a very interesting race, but maybe that was because he used some of them as guinea pigs to try his spells years ago. "Well...I guess now it's time to carry this up to my bedroom...who do they think I am!? Asking me if they could carry my stuff! I can do it alone!" Veigar thought angrily to himself and looked up to the stars. It seemed like he had a pretty long way up to his room in case he decided to walk his way to his room, but there was no way his hooves decided to walk any inch on that devilish spiral. His staff glowed purple and it surrounded him with the same purple magic and teleported him upstairs and in front of his room. "Ah! I should be a staff member here, I do a helluva' lot better job that any of those slouchs!" With his key, he opened the door to find a pretty pleasing room inside: a very big bed, windows to let air and sunshine inside, air conditioning, a bathroom and a lot of space for him to try out his spells. "This is a room!" The evil wizard exclaimed and quickly started to unload his things into the drawers, leaving the books on the night-table.

What!? How do YOU dare to make fun of the Master of the Dark Magic!? Just so you know... I also stole some candy once....but don't laugh! Running with scissors is very evil and dangerous!

Veigar appeared in a small, purple sphere of magic in front of the hotel. He was carrying several saddlebags and his luggage. While most of it were clothes, there were also magic books, his own private belongings and other miscelanous stuff. "So this is the hotel they refered to in the leaflet? Hmph, they surely did not lie with the picture at all!" the small stallion said in a high-pitched voice, his face hidden by the inmense shadow of his and his coat. A little vacation wouldn't hurt one of the most powerful wizards Equestria had ever met. Veigar stepped inside the hotel and walked to the pony who was occupying the charge of receptionist. "Hello there! I come here for the room I honestly reserved with my own money. If I'm not mistaken it is room 203..." Veigar told the receptionist with quite an angry tone. "Surely sir! Here is the key. Do you want one of our staff members to help you upstairs with you-" "No! I can do it myself! You are saying that because I'm small, aren't you!? I can make you mincemeat!" Veigar answered angrily, almost boiling in anger. "No no sir! It's the policy of the hotel!" the receptionist answered scared and gave him the key. "Oh, in that case...excuse my behaviour. I can go by myself," Veigar told him and took the key. He put it in his pocket and simply looked up to the stairs.

Ask the true Magician of all Valoran (and maybe now Equestria) how's the life being little but very powerful! Bring in your questions, mere mortals!

I hate nowadays music. I may have been born in the late 90's...and I don't consider myself a 90's or 80's guy...but I still love music from the 60's to the 90's. Particularly everything!

*Shivers in fear* Roadway to Hell: Retribution. That thing should have not only kept in the office where it was produced...it should have been kept on the developers' head. It's an unbearable piece of...excrement. It is a true embarassment of a game.

Calypso looked around the halls as he and Juggernaut searched for things to do. Then, they found the janitors hiding inside a closet. Juggernaut ripped the door of the closet as Calypso spoke softly. "Why are you hiding here? There's a huge mess back in the Cafeteria. There are body parts...flesh...blood....I just thought you may want to use your lesser and funny brains to clean it up. Just a mop and a bucket. But as it seems...your life is more important than keeping us clean...Right?" Then, the janitors started to panic. "No...I don't take no for an answer...because I know it is like that. Aaah....listen to Juggernaut...he's really hungry..." Calypso grinned evily and tapped on the beast side. All of a sudden, Juggernaut jumped at them and started to maul them. Intense screams of pain and agony could be heard as a lot of blood and flesh came out of the closet. Juggernaut was having a huge feist.

Calypso just turned around with Juggernaut. He didn't like that freak who only talked and talked and talked. His short-temper was about to collapse and he had to get away from there. "You go with Mr. Talk-a-lot. I have some other issue to attend," Calypso said and walked down the corner and away from them.

Calypso felt his ears were bleeding and he couldn't take it anymore. "The name....of the pet is Juggernaut. He's a failed experiment who cost my legs but I gained a friend in my life who won't leave my side at all costs. He's really trustworthy." Calypso winked when he started insulting but then he calmed down, making Juggernaut tilt his head to the side.

"Silence!" Calypso spouted at the younger pony in front of him who couldn't stop speaking. "God! I have never heard someone speak so much! My pet's name is Juggernaut, and he is my bodyguard and my servant. The guards here...well...most of them have been torn to a bloody pulp by us...by him. The remaining are nowhere to be seen. This place is like anarky in it's purest form. Now...don't speak like that again...I don't have the best mood, but I'll gladly help you."

Juggernaut didn't even listen, but Calypso did from afar. He called after Juggernaut who came to him and picked him up on top of his back, then took him back to where Volt was. "Calypso is my name. I have a history in science so I guess we can work together to wreck this shithouse up. I really hate being here, but some people make the stay here bit more pleasant."

The inmense Juggernaut stood next to Equinox when this strange looking man who seemed to have every possible tick appeared. Slowly, he kneeled beside him, hoping to at least protect her or scare the colt away. He grunted at the engineer and showed him his blood and flesh covered teeth.

Calypso grinned as the blue pegasus was sent off to hunt more people for them to have a feist. "Hey, Equinox, why don't we have a talk by those seat in the cafeteria over there?" he asked as Juggernaut took him there and with real care, slowly placed him down on the seats until he was sitting without having to use his legs, only his rear. He used his front legs to hold the table to not fall. Meanwhile, Juggernaut sleeped on the floor next to him.

One of the fundamental rules Calypso had with Juggernaut was that if he was to befriend someone in such a way they would become good friends, Juggernaut would also protect this one pony. So, Juggernaut was now bound to prottect both Equinox and his master, Calypso. "So...you have a creation? May you show me?" he asked. Juggernaut slowly rested on the floor with his master on top, still not moving from the beast.

Calypso looked at Equinox and grinned. "Just wait for someone to bleed within this complex and he'll hunt you down and maul you. He has an excellent smell, that's why I used him to hunt back in the forests. Maybe he's not the cutest thing on Canterlot...but come on, he's a perfect mascot."

Arnold: You should clone yourself. Other guy: Why? Arnold: So you can go fuck yourself. Best movie line ever hands down.

Just woke up, and sorry I didn't smile...just don't know how to do it without looking like a freak.

Mortal Kombat anyone? I can't help but the enemy AI to keep bullying my ass everytime I play. Knowing every fatality in the game just doesn't prevents you from sucking at a game that you love.