Timeless Toaster

I gasped in surprise at the flash of light on the dock. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" I yelled, aiming my rifle. My other hand, meanwhile, was trying to get the damned boat to start going. The engine sputtered and stalled. Meanwhile, the battleship continued to rain hellfire down on the land, digging deeper and deeper with the massive impact craters.

The forward turrets turned towards the dock. In rapid succession, they opened fire, sending their sixteen inch projectiles screaming across the sky, slamming into the ground, sending the Unicorns flying in different directions, along with their body parts. At the end of the dock stood a somewhat large teen, around seventeen, with black, blocky glasses, with brown hair and eyes. He was holding a M16A1 assault rifle, signalling to the other human to hurry. "Let's go! The ship will run out of ammo soon, and the pegasus are coming!" He yelled firing a triple-burst warning shot into the air at the approaching pagasai. He pointed to a small boat as it bobbed in the water. "In the boat, hurry!" He yelled hopping down into it.

SHUT THE BUCK UP AND TAKE ALL OF MY MONEY MOTHER BUCKER! I'm an avid WWII buff, and mixing something as innocent as MLP into something like WWII just makes me smile.

Off in the distance sat the battleship. It looked intimidating as it sat there, the forward turrets pointing to the land. On the tip of the bow, a light was flashing in morse code to the land. In the sky above, a flight of Pegasai flew over head. With a roaring boom, flak and Anti-Air rounds began to fill the sky. The sudden cauchophony forced the Pegasai to turn tail and run away from the floating fortress.

After his work on the farm was complete, Blind Noise sat on one of the rocks that surrounded the work area. He stared to the sky above, his snow white, cararact induced eyes stared blankly up at the clouds that he couldn't see as they passed over head. "You know...we could escape here...we just have to kill certain ponies and when they're out of the way...BAM! We make a break for it. Go to PonyVille, knock up some mares, and hide out in the Everfree. What'dya say?" the Voice asked. Blind Noise slammed a hoof on the rock and clenched his head with his other hoof. "No! We're not doing that! They can help me here...help me get rid of you..." He said quietly.

The hurricane passing through the North Atlantic was making the ease of sailing the old battleship a nightmare. Rouge waves were common and twice the warship had nearly been capsized by one of the waves. I looked out the bridge windows to see the bow plunge right into a wave, causing the wave to break and splash all over the front of the ship. A notification on my iPod popped up and I took a brief glance. It was a response. Reaching over, I unlocked the device, put in the passcode, and the message began to play. He sounded English, said something about being in Land's End in South-East England. Happiness went through my mind as the message finished and I ripped the wheel to starboard, sending the ship to the right and out of the hurricane. After another two days of sailing, I soon reached the South-East coast of England. I powered down the ships' engines and the metal behemoth sat in the ocean, slightly bobbing with the waves. I pulled out my iPod and brought up the voice messenger and hit record. "Hey English Boy, it's the guy on the ship. I got your message and I'm currently sitting in one of the harbors. So you better get your arse in gear. Just look for the massive World War Two battleship. I'm there." And with that, I sent the message, and sat down in the captains' chair. @

Blind shyly ate his breakfast with tiny nibbles. Every now and then he'd take an equally tiny sip of his juice. After about five minutes, he pushed the tray away and got up to do his work for the day. ~Down at the farm~ Blind used his magic to carry the bucket of cornfeed for the hens in the hen house.

((Oh damn, I'm in on this. It's like the Zombie Apocalypse, but with Ponies.)) *Beep* "Oh thank Christ my iPod is working. I'm glad I was lucky to find an outlet and charge it. Eh, where do I start? I mean, I've never had to write a journal before; or survive in a world that I once lived in... It started in my hometown, some say at Canterlot High School. Shitty part is, I went to that high school and I should've noticed that Twilight was out of place. Anyway, after that whole throw-down between Sunset Shimmer and Twilight, things went back to normal. Or so we thought. After a month, a new girl came through. Her name was Lyra Heartstrings. Sweet girl, really odd though. But I hung out with her for a week or so, then something strange happened. She turned into a pony. A PONY. I was just sitting there, watching a movie with her, then POOF! There she is, as a pony, but sitting like a human. It was then that my Brony side went into Fan Boy mode. The she told me about the portal, and how she used her magic to make sure it stayed open. I thought that was cool, and the ponies would soon hang out with humans. And I was right, until Celestia came into power and required humans and ponies to, well, most people should know. It would've been a dream come true for the cloppers. Now the world has gone to hell, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only human left. Heh. I'm actually getting service out here? Guess it wouldn't hurt to send this out to any humans out there. My name's Harrison, and I'm currently on the USS New Jersey about fourty miles off shore. I'd explain how I got on the ship and how it left its spot at the Adventure Aquarium, but I don't wanna bore you with the details. Besides, it's too awesome to even tell anyway. -Laughter-" I turn off my iPod after sending the voice message and retake the ships' wheel. The old battleship repsonds on a dime as I turn her to port and proceed to sail down south.

@Pripyat Pony Blind looked at Glory with his milky eyes. To the normal pony, they looked like dual blizzards raging madly in his skull. "I'd like to work outside..." He said quietly as the orderly returned with his breakfast. "There ya' go buddy. Now eat up. Hey Glory, how's it going?" the orderly asked.

((Sorry I haven't been posting, I just now remembered I was part of this RP)) Blind Noise sat in his room. "Room? It's more like a cell..." a voice rang in his head. "Please don't start..." He mumbled to nopony in particular. It was only him down there in Solitary Confinement. "Why? You're the one who let me take over a week ago." A week? He's only been in here a week? "Yeah, a week. Guess crying your eyes out like a little baby really makes time fly." The voice said snarkily. "Shut up..." Blind mumbled. "Why don't you make me?" The voice asked tauntingly. The truth is, Blind couldn't shut the voice up, because it was himself who was speaking. To the outsider, Blind Noise, or DJ Bl1nd Fury as he was once known as, looked as if he was speaking to himself. In reality, he was. However, in his mind, the other voice was harsh and demeaning, making fun of him whenever it could, and even get him into trouble with the Asylum staff. Blind Noise suffered from schizophrenia, but his case was mild. Some cases were known to have about five other personalities within. But Blind was lucky to only have formed one other personality, and he often dubbed it as his 'Evil Self' when under therapy with his doctor. The sounds of slidding metal was heard, and a small peepslot opened, spilling hallway light into the dark room. "Alright Blind Noise, your week is up. Time to come out." said the orderly. Blind Nosie stood up slowly and listened to the locked be undone on the door. Finally, the door swung open, and the orderly came in to assist him out of the room. "You promise to be well behaved this time?" the orderly asked. Blind simply nodded and muttered a response. Ontop of his mental disorder, Blind Noise was extremely shy, and was often quiet around other ponies. The shyness and schizophrenia made for a terrible combination and would often cause him to snap when he felt he was under too much pressure. "We're going to take you to the cafeteria. Het some food into you, okay?" the orderly asked kindly. Blind nodded and continued to walk Upon entering the cafeteria, Blind's nose picked up the scent of fresh baked cinnamon buns. Pinkie Pie must've made a new delivery to the Asylum. The orderly helped Blind to his seat and Blind sat down. "What would you like?" the orderly asked. Blind pointed a hoof in the direction of the cinnamon bun scent and the orderly chuckled. "Alright Blind, I'll get you two. I'm also going to get you some milk and orange juice, alright?" Blind said nothing, so the orderly took his leave. "You hear that? He's talking to us like we're a baby. Maybe a nice butter knife to his throat will shut him up..." the voice said, malace coating each and every syllabel. "Shut up..." Blind whispered. The voice was about to retort when the sounds of hoofstep were heard. ((Alright, someone can pick up from where I left off.))

Blind Noise sat in front of his door, head slumped down and hooves over head head. He looked as if he were having a minor panic attack. His blind eyes darted around quickly as he shook on the floor. "Oh no, oh no, oh no... I forgot my key..." he mumbled quietly as he looked up to the locked door.

Blind Noise stumbles back a bit and looks down. He quitely talks. "Oh, no, it's my fault. I didn't see you." he said backing away slowly as he uses his teeth to drag along his suitcase up the stairs and out of sight. Once up the stairs, Blind Noise lets out a sigh and proceeds to his room.

Thanks for accepting me! Just PM me when we're doing character editing.

I would quite like to enter this little insane RP with my OC Blind Noise, or as he's called on stage, DJ-Bl1nd Fury. http://zombiecreator115.deviantart.com/art/Pony-OC-3-Blind-Noise-387903780 There's the link to my DeviantArt with the picture of Blind Noise. He's a nice guy, and very shy. However, he suffers from schizophrenia, after serveral life events that mentally scarred him, making him numb to the world. At times, he says he hears many voices in his head, and in rare occurances, has a emotional outburst or rampage.

Eh, yeah, guys, I'm dropping out of the Trotting Dead. Just too much for me to try and keep up with. Sorry.