Vinyl Scratch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tPs1Fn8xeY

Okay so here's another question, I kinda got insired by my little dashie with this one, so here it is: You wake up in the middle of the night for what appears to be no reason what so ever, how ever when you roll over to try and get comfy, something stops you. it takes you a second to ajust to the light but then you see it, your favorite pony, asleep next to you. what do you do? -Subsonic

I don't really take being called autistic as an insult, think about it, although people with autism are closed off people, autism can also render you extremely talented so i find if more of a compliment :3

Welcome to the forums hope you enjoy it here here is your welcome gift ^

this sounds like and awesome idea and id love to be a part of it, if you need and admins or mods im happy to help out, my uncle is one of the leaders of exile5 (Australias #1 Gaming team) and ive learnt alot obut this kind of stuff off him, but hey im fine just to be in the team my xbl name is: Its novahound and my steam name is: Temporarily_unavailable so feel free to add me also how do you feel about Payday2 its a great game and its worth a play, however you can only have 4 in a game at a time but its still a great fps, it takes real stratergy to get things done

There's pie in that case give me 5 minutes to load up skype

Aha go for it i have this thing for making really bad puns, maybe my cutie mark would be a pun bomb or something, that would be pretty funny XD The only floor i could really see with opening up i butcher would be you'd proberly piss off fluttershy something cronic, and you do NOT want to piss off fluttershy

i didnt even think about how easy it would be aha i just reckon going to Qlimax with vinyl would be the most bawler thing evar

Nah its not the red coats, its a bit more...apart of you yours just jave my brain a cardiac arrest but ill get it...eventually oo

yeah there the kind of riddle thats obvious after you know the awnser aha i have anotherone to keep you company 30 white horses on a red hill, first they stamp then they clamp, then they stand still

You should hang with me and vinyl some time, we're always around, mostly at the raves we find on canterlist <--- Bad craigslit pun Ive change up my oc ive decided on a diffren coat colour and hairstlye mostly because i figured it looked better so yeah this is me as a pony

Iv'e spent way to much time tryna figure these out and im still failing aha ill get it eventually (time to write random stuff)

correct! 1. Whats always in front of you but you can never see it 2. The maker doesn't want it; the buyer doesn't use it; and the user doesn't see it. What is it?

Wow, tbh i was never expecting this thread to get as large as it has i was only thinking like 2-3 people might post but this is awesome

Sorry for this everypony, I found copypasta and it had to be used, plus im tired right now. (All rights to "My Little Dashie" Belong the the original author: RobCakeran53)

Just scroll to the bottom if your lazy I live my life, one day at a time. A good portion of those days are uneventful, always falling in the same routine: I wake up, walk to work, work, walk home, then bum around until I go to bed. Some times I'll hang with my few friends, while other times I'll just play video games or watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Every so often, something new and interesting happens: I meet an old friend, I find a dollar on the ground, or I get chased by a stray dog. Living in a dying city isn't very fun or interesting. This city was once full of life and color, but now... now most of the houses are sagging, the businesses sit empty and abandoned, and several open fields lay barren of the once great factories that helped drive the economy. I had never seen this city during those times in person, but I have seen pictures. My mother and father lived happy, and they could only wish the same for me growing up. Sadly, I cannot say I have achieved that wish of theirs. I've fallen into the same dull routine: Wake, work, sleep, repeat. I do have some moments of bliss, but the daily struggles I go through outweigh the small moments of joy I have. My Little Pony has helped, but it's still just another thing to give my hopes up on. Every time I see the show, or one of the ponies on a fan site, I recoil a bit at the bright colors, the joyful faces of the ponies, and the peaceful scenery of their world. It's so hard to look at that beautiful world, having it so close to my grasp; I reach out to touch it's warm colors and bright, smiling faces of the ponies. Only to be stopped by my computer screen. I snapped back to reality. It gets to the point where I will simply shut down my computer and walk away. I do that a lot, especially after my parents death. I go for a walk. When I feel sad, I walk. When I feel tired, I walk. When I feel like walking... I walk. Walking has become my second life in a sense; I spend at least half my day outside along the crumbling side-walks and decaying suburbs. I've seen people come and go. I've seen buildings torn down, burned up, or have so much graffiti on its walls that its original color is unrecognizable. I very rarely pass any other people on my strolls. Most people don't like to look at their once beautiful city, their homes or former businesses. I don't blame them. In fact I envy them. They saw this place with their own two eyes, seeing the buildings still standing tall and proud, the lawns freshly cut, the paved roads, and sidewalks still intact. The only thing I've ever seen that even comes close is my mother's paintings, each of them colorful scenes of this concrete world. She started painting once everything crumbled beneath her feet, making the sad scenery before her look beautiful. Her masterpiece is of an open field that yielded a parking garage. Over it, she drew an amazing rainbow. My favorite picture. I guess that is part of why I like Rainbow Dash the most out of all the other ponies. Her colors, the amazing sonic rainboom, all remind me of that picture. There have been times I wished I had my own Rainbow Dash, or more realistically a plushie of her, to curl up in bed with. I've made an old Simba into a "temporary" replacement, until I am able to save enough money for one. It helps, in a way. Like holding it close will heal my wounds, my pain, and my sorrow. My feet, after countless hours of walking in my old shoes, pulsate under the sheet, and all the while, I'll hold that stuffed animal harder than a mother protecting her child. It's the only thing I can look at and feel true joy, even if it isn't physically the Rainbow Dash I want. It will have to do. ---------- Today, as usual, I walked to work. It was the same shit, just a different day, watching the same people enter the store, grab their merchandise and pay, then walk out with bags in tow. My shift ended after several hours of this. I clocked out and started walking home. I decided to use a different route this time, for a change in pace, a little something different from the normal path I walk. This part of town was hit the worst; only a few houses still stand, and none of them occupied. It truly is a sad sight to see. Then again, it's really the only sight I see. The only sight I'll ever see. Or so I thought. I was stopped by something unusual; a stray cardboard box in the middle of the sidewalk. Now, living in this kind of area I see trash all the time. Boxes, McDonalds cups, and plastic bags litter the streets and empty fields, but rarely will I see a cardboard box that isn't crushed in one way or another. I noticed this particular box because it happened to be in my way. During my younger years, I tried to do what I could for the community. I'd pick up trash when I saw it, or I'd attempt to help my neighbors. It was a losing battle. Now-a-days, I'd given up any hope of cleaning this city, much less my neighborhood. Now I'll just pass the trash by, letting it blow away in the breeze or sit there and decompose. I let what's left of the "people" do their own things, since most of them don't care about anyone other than themselves. Why should I be any different? I walked past the box, barely giving it a glance. Nothing about it caught my attention right away. I continued on, my home not far away now. Upon arriving, I sat down down and played some games, attempting to push the box out of my mind. I had little luck, as the box somehow managed to push it's way back in. Time crept on by, and I soon found myself wanting to go for another walk. I left the house and started down my usual route when I stopped. What was it about that box that made it stick out in my mind? I turned around, starting down the path I had taken to get home, the path that I only walk once in a blue moon. Curiosity got the best of me, and I wanted some closure. Within minutes I found it, still sitting there, sad and alone among the broken concrete and over-grown grass. It didn't move, it didn't stand out as if it were special. It was an ordinary, brown cardboard box. I didn't want to say I came out here for nothing, so I walked closer to it. As I drew closer, however, I began to notice something inside. It was brightly colored, multiple colors in fact, and was quite small. Maybe the size of a few month old Labrador puppy. I stopped beside the box, and looked down at the colorful blob inside. This is where I currently stand: looking into the box at a small... something. No, I know exactly what it is, but my brain isn't allowing me to fully realize it just yet. At first I want to say it's simply a toy, left to die along with all the other things in this block. But then I saw it breathing. In fact, it appears to be sleeping. My hands are sweating, my breathing erratic, and I'm blinking my eyes trying to refresh my vision. Each time, the image stays the same. Inside, is a sleeping... filly... Rainbow Dash...my mom got scared, and said, 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.' I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, 'Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, 'Yo homes smell ya later!' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

Aha best answer ive heard all night, tell you what if i ever find a way yo get to equestria ill let you know first aye aha what do ya say?

Is it a light house? and when they turn the light off a ship crashes and 60 crew mates die? (Stab in the dark) Heres one: A man arrives in town on monday, he stays one night then leaves on monday. How is this so?

Hello everypony does anybody else feel like this place is in need of a riddles thread? Of course you don't, well you didn't but now the thought is in your head so we might as well do it now . Here's a riddle I learnt off a mate: Pull me out and strike my head, what once was Red is Black instead. What am I? -Subsonic

I think that the easiest way to balance the elements of harmony would be a set of scales, but i guess if you think about it twilights element is larger than the others making it unbalanced as well as different crystal density so i guess you'd need a set of scales with an offput slider. its at this point when relise that i took the title of this thread the wrong way... :|

&nbsp; &nbsp;you choice whether you remember or not you remember your past life if you want to have that knowledge or not its up to you

I would definitely ask out vinyl to a Hardstyle music festival (Qlimax if where in the human world) im sure she'd proberly love me forever if i did that after that we'd proberly go back to her's and jam all night. Best. Night. EVER!

*Wall of Text warning* Here's a question that I thought up a little while back, I'm guessing I'm not the first person to come up with this as it's a pretty obvious question, but anyway here it is: If you had the chance to live in equestria as a pony of your choice (must be OC not somepony from the show) would you take up the offer? However there are a few conditions. 1. 100% of the knowlage you learned of the show has hapened and is 100% accurate, how-ever fan-fics and other non-official material may not me entirely true how ever some material may be close to or accurate to events in equestria 3. No-one in the human world will know your gone, it will be like you never existed there in the first place 4. You get to choose everthing about your self before you become a pony and enter equestria (Age, Sex, Colour, Pony type (earth, pegasus, unicorn), Sexual Preference, Whether or not you have knowlage of being human ect.) 5. If you have a talent in the human world (art, music, sport ect.) you will have a cutie mark of the appropriate field, how-ever if you still havent found your talent you will be a blank flank and will have to find your cutie mark as a pony. 6. There's no going back. All these details must be included in your answer, feel free to add any other details you would like to. Me personally, I would probery go for it, iv'e never really felt like i belong so i might as well go for it. I would like to know all the knowlage i knew from the human world such as who all the background ponies are (vinyl, octavia, derpy ect.) which ponies iv'e crushed on, music ect. I would have a dark grey coat with a purple and black mane in a similar style to rainbow dash, i'm not too sure about gender at this moment in time, im a guy irl and im happy with that but if always been curious of what being female might be like, either way i would be into mares (since you are a pony now even if you wernt before your now attracted to ponies), i would be roughly the same age as the mane 6, i would be a pegasus, i would be a blank flank as im still unsure of my talent. So thats my answer, its proberly not the best but im looking forward to what you guys say As always -Subsonic Signing out /)

Username: Connor.young73 <---Noob username I need some new people to talk to on Skype, my friends list consists of my MINECRAFT buddies that I don't talk to anoymore and some rsps admins who are never online xD

Dismas Shadowsteed This name comes from a few things I mixed together, Dismas being one of the thieves that was crucified next to Jesus and Shadowsteed referring to his skilled stealth and well...the fact he's a pony