Pinkamena-Pills

"Adventure funzies!!!" He said to himself, moving through space at a speed that made his mane flow back elegantl -- wait..there's no wind in space..or is there..the pony pondered this thought as the person typing this did also, but then he realized there is no wind in space per say -- but there is solar wind..which makes me think of solar flare..which make me think of Drgon bal- "HEY! Get back to writing the damn story!" My apologies... *clears throat* he continued moving speedily towards the orange & purple..whatever it was..honestly even it's color was weird, changing slightly depending on the light -- weird thing. Anyways, the..whatever it was was just sitting there as the pink & black maned pony closed in. Ever so closer. STOP! He stopped right in front of the things face..stared it down..eye to eye, mono e'mono or however it's said. The thing made no sudden movements, maybe some eye movement. The pony responded in the best way he could to seeing something so odd. "Oooga boggagagagagaaa!!" He let out randomly, in the face of the creature! Throwing is face side to side like a rabid lunatic! The thing din't blink, but it did mildly recoil backwards -- eyes wide open and huge, sort of like your cat does sometimes when you try to talk to it in it's face. The pony paused...he was looking pretty serious at this point, he was about to utter some words, when "Oooooooooo!! - balloon!" Some random balloon had flown by. Yea. In space. It happens often, you just don't know. Anyways, the pink & black pony floated over to this stray red balloon -- he looked at it..puzzled, he'd seen it before..but from where.. "Who would throw away this perfect balloon...hmm.. -- oh!" The pony's face turned from confused, to somewhat ambitious, a slow smile rising from the depths as he slowly -- almost in slow motion, turned back around towards the creature that honestly im surprised is still floating there considering. The thing, which apparently looks like a cockatrice with a horn im told by my co-writer, was still there, eyes not as wide anymore, but it still looked abit befuddled as to the intentions of the odd pony, as it moved closer once again, now holding this red balloon. He raised the balloon above his head.. "Mwhahahahahaaa" He randomly broke out into a mad Daffy Duck like laugh, he thrust the red balloon onto the cockatrices fur then -- he want mad! Rubbing the balloon all over the poor cockatrices heavy fur, making it all puffy -- the pony made sure to take advantage of zero gravity, and slowly go around the cockatrice making sure no fur is left un fuzzed! The poor cockatrice just sort of say there, eyes big, sort of petrified somewhat, following the pony around it's body, slightly moving it's head if need be. ... The onslaught continued for about 5min -- yes the pony was still laughing like a loony. But then, it abruptly stopped. The poor cockatrice, now looking like a giant tennis ball with eyes, still withheld its movements. The pony now with a big ol' smile on his face moved in front of the furballs eyes, and pulled a mirror from his mane, and let the cockatrice look at himself..The cockatrice still withheld any noticeable reaction. The smile on the pony turned into a confused look of great 'oh c'mon..' He moved close one more, muzzle to..beek thing(?)..the pony spoke once more..this time, looking pretty serious.. "Who are you.. " The pony then realized the cockatrices beek was moving..under all that fur.. The pony moved closer -- because he couldn't hear a thing really..he wondered why..he put his ear as close to the buried beek as he could..and he heard "Who the bawk are you, for the 100th time! BAWK!!!" It was muffled, but theres a good chane the cockatrice had been possibly talking for awhile now -- most likely through the whole balloon fuzzing fiasco. "Can you speak up?! I can't hear you!" He screamed, and did a few more times before realizing he could barely hear himself outside of his own vibrations.. He facehoofed his head, and remembered, that in space, no one can hear you bawk.

For one someone who can accept my crazy, and not try to change me just because. That and be honest with me, and also trustworthy. Also, enjoy/share/not mind my love for FiM and Pinkie. Can't do any of the above, then no deal.

"Space...." He said to himself, arms crossed, watching the sun rise above Gia, open space none the less. "So black..yet full of white light.." He as the sun finally arose, totally not blinding him because he was capable of looking into a unfiltered sun, because reasons. "..what if space was white..and full of black light..." He pondered the visual thought of such a thing. He then started to realize that would be some pretty trippy shit, and that maybe he should totally get Twilight Sparkle to create a simulation of such, via amazing magical hallucinogenic spells -- which Pills often loved to be put under -- for funzies. He noticed another essence approaching, conveniently he can do such things, because reasons, and conveniently, in the massive area that is the space between Gia and the Moon, he turned to see a..odd looking thing. He gave a pondering look, thought about whether to confront something he randomly sees in space, or ignore it, and totally eat the cupcake he's holding all of a sudden. "Possible new funzies?..or cupcake.." This was a conundrum for this pink & black maned pony. He loves funzies -- it came with potential friendship, and magic, but he especially loves cupcakes -- and this one was given to him by his mentor, Pinkie -- it was special to him. He looked frantically between the cupcakes, and the weird looking thing approaching.. "!!!!" He made his decision, put the cupcake in his flat mane -- baffling enough -- the cupcake disappeared; this is nothing new from the pony, as he's not...well.. "EeeeeeeaAAAAhhh!! -- FUNZIES!!!" Normal...

Xbox 360, XB1, PS4, Wii U, Vita. Admittedly i want to get rid of the Vita and the ps4, because i don't play them, i turn them on maybe once a months or so.

That would require my soul to be sellable, which it isn't, because Pinkie already bought it, and tho yes -- she shares, but not with devils. So i guess my answer is no. I don't need some devil to give me what i already have anyways.

I hate hot weather. I need the air around me cold, so i don't spontaneously burst into flames, because reasons.

Most certainly my 'dream home'. It should be obvious why.

Pills. He does Pills things.

Any type of European accent, and sometimes Asian.

Selfies are selfies. Even Pinkie likes them.