Live Forever

Marble Hornets. I was nine when I first discovered it, and it scared me shitless. Looking back on it, it was pretty scary, but not as bad as I made it out to be.

Waifus are to suit the needs of lonely assholes. I mean to suit the needs of those in love with characters. (I only said that because Twilight Sparkle is my waifu)

Hello, is there anypony in there? Just say if you can hear me... Is there anypony home? Come on, now, I hear your party's down. Well, I can save this game, and get you on your hooves again. Relax, I'll need some instructions, first. Just the basic facts. I need to stop all this hurt. There is nopony you are hearing. A distant life, shadows are rising. You are only coming through in caves, where lips move, but nopony hears what you're saying. When you were a filly, you caught a fever. Your hooves felt just like two balloons. And now you've caught this feeling once again. You can't explain, I wouldn't understand. This is not Pinkie's land. I... have become comfortably done. I... have become comfortably done. Pinkie, it's all just a pinprick. There'll be no more- AH! But you may feel a little sick. Can you look up? I do believe it's working, good. That'll keep you going, never slow. And now it's time to go. There is nopony you are hearing. A distant life, shadows are rising. You are only coming through in caves, where lips move, but nopony hears what you're saying. When you were a filly, you caught a scarring glimpse! Out of the corner of your eye. You turned to look, but it had gone. You can't put your hooves right on it now. That filly has grown, and the dream is gone. I... have become comfortably done.

Hail Celestia, Best Pony Goddess Ever! Edit: Nvm. I saw the tulpa rule. I pick Twilight.

Me x Twilight!

Whoa... Whoa-oa... Whoa... Whoa-oa... I'm waking up to a total bust. I wipe my brow, I sweat because, I'm breathing in the chemicals. Oh-oh. I'm coming in, I'm fixing up, then checking out knowing I must. This is it, the apocalypse. No-oh! "Time to wake up," I tell them on the phone. "Time to come right back to 'home.'" Welcome to a new age, to a new age. Welcome to a new age, to a new age. Whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh. This party's active! We're overactive! Whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh. This party's active! We're overactive! I raise my mug, leave my woes. It's a big commotion, I suppose. We'll gulp it down to fit right in. Whoa-oh! "Time to wake up," I tell them on the phone. "Time to come right back to 'home.'" Welcome to a new age, to a new age. Welcome to a new age, to a new age. Whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh. This party's active! We're overactive! Whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh. This party's active! We're overactive! All music slows, party has died. From deep in my bones, a battle cry! "Time to wake up," I tell them on the phone. "Time to come right back to 'home.'" Welcome to a new age, to a new age. Welcome to a new age, to a new age. Whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh. This party's active! We're overactive! Whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh. This party's active! We're overactive!

Thanks, Nuke. I'm also thinking of On Melancholy Hill. I love doing these, and Gorillaz is the king of hip hop. I put the two together. I exploded from awesomeness. Thrice.

Feel good. Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. ​Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. ​Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. ​Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Cloudsdale's breaking down on a pony's back. The pegasi, they go, cause they don't know whack. So all you fill the forest, it's appealing to see. You won't get out the hierarchy, you're bad and free. You've got a new horizon, it's not regular style. A melancholy world where they never smile. All I wanna here is a massive squeal. My dreams, they love to fill me with a dozen feels. Howling, howling like a wolf. Joy forever, hoof in hoof. Take it all in on this ride. It is quiet, now, a frown. Smiles forever, smiles are free. With joy forever, all ponies. Howling, howling like a wolf. Is everypony in? Laughing gas, these cool cats. Lining them up for no hacks. Have these parties by the tracks. It's my chocolate attack. Oh, my hooves are in the heart of this here, star bears rappin' it harder this year. Watch me while I levitate. Ah ha ha ha ha. Feel good. We gonna go down, in this town, with those sounds, now take a drink. Now bite the dust, can't dance with us, with those sounds, you kill the Inc. So don't stop, get it, get it, until you dance ahead. Yo, watch me while I levitate. Ah ha ha ha ha. Feel good. Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. ​Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. ​Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. ​Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Howling, howling like a wolf. Joy forever, hoof in hoof. Take it all in on this ride. It is quiet, now, a frown. Smiles forever, smiles are free. With joy forever, all ponies. Howling, howling like a wolf. Is everypony in? So don't stop, get it, get it, until you dance ahead. Yo, watch me while I levitate. Ah ha ha ha ha. Feel good. So don't stop, get it, get it, until you dance ahead. Yo, watch me while I levitate. Ah ha ha ha ha. Feel good. Ahahahahahaha! Feel good. Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good. Chaka chaka, chaka chaka. Feel good.

Well, I don't mean to sound rude with that. Think about it. Everyone has sexual deviance. People have to respect that fact. When you are dating someone or married to someone that doesn't respect that the fact includes you, then they're not right for you.

I also voted for that. I seriously would do what the guy in the quote below said. No. In fact, good for you. You want to marry the perfect match. It's obvious that if she doesn't respect your sexual deviance, she's not the one for you. At least, that's what I think.

Oh, yeah. And Buck Testa? I have that sexual deviance.

After a night of drinks, what might happen? Think about it, mah boi.

I'm a creep. My best friend is a creep. So YEAH!

This might sound shallow, but I'd end the relationship. It might end up in an affair. Things might become awkward. It might end up in an affair. Remember that.

Hello, everybody. Ludicrous.Speed here giving you his newest creation, the fanfic The Twilight Paradox. Here's the intro: Charlie sat down next to his grandfather, who had been on their beige couch. Unlike most ponies his age, he found the elderly to be the most exciting people, with their large span of knowledge and all. It was a tradition for the two of them to discuss a different memory of Charlie's grandfather. Charlie had been told to never tell anybody the recollections, as they wouldn't believe him. The brown-haired pony had responded with "Well, I do. Isn't that what matters, Grandpa?" Chuckles and blissful tears followed, creating yet another great night at Charlie's house. Yes, the stories that Charlie's grandfather told were very strange, but they were also interesting. It did help that his grandfather had shown proof, though. But Charlie respected his grandfather's wishes and kept quiet. His grandfather looked down at him. A grin appeared on his face, and he sighed. Straightening his glasses, he told his grandson, "Now, Charlie, you must heed my warning. This may be the wildest memory yet!" His furry arms shot into the air for emphasis, causing Charlie to laugh. "Anyways, so do you remember that story about how I worked at that office for that kind lady? Well, it delves deeper than that." Charlie leaned closer to his grandfather in disbelief. "How deep?" he asked with excitement breaking through his voice. "Ah, very." His grandfather glanced at the clock for a moment and then looked back at Charlie. "You know, Charlie, it's getting late. Maybe we should call it a night." He began to take off his glasses. Charlie waved his hooves quickly. He had a surprised look on his face. "No, no, no, Grandpa! Please! Tell me the story!" His words came out in a swift jumble. "Oh, okay," his grandfather replied. "Where should I begin? Oh, I know. November 22nd, 1963. Kennedy's assassination." His eyes got a bit heavy as he reminisced about times past. "I was in the crowd that day. And wouldn't you believe it? There was a woman there, too. But it wasn't my boss, Charlie. It was her mother. My boss was just a baby, back then!" He chortled with glee. "Back then, they just called me The Doctor, and not Whooves. Then again, I was a human!" Here's the first chapter, Oswald the Gun-Wielding Rabbit: Jamie Patterson smiled. It was a factor of life for her to do this, one that her daughter Christine loved. At least, that was what Jamie thought. Christine could only speak in unintelligible babbles, as she was an infant. But whenever her mother smiled, Christine smiled back, so Jamie thought that smiling around her daughter was a good idea. But that wasn't the reason that she smiled that day. In fact, it had more to do with the fact that the handsome U.S. president John F. Kennedy was visiting the Patterson family's hometown of Dallas. Jamie admired the president very much for many reasons. He was calm, he was young, and he was smart. But what really made Kennedy great was how kind he was. He made sure to be fair to every citizen, black or white, religious or Atheist, American or Asian. Most speculated that it was because of how Kennedy had been treated, which had been like an extra-terrestrial. But Jamie disagreed. She thought it was because of his views of the world, which were all true in her book. But no matter what anybody said, no one could really say that he was a bad president. Okay, there were, of course, those who loathed the president, but none were very drastic. At least, that was what Jamie thought. And it had to be true, right? Kennedy's motorcade had just come into view, and the president himself could be seen in the right rear end of the second car, which was a 1961 Lincoln Continental. He was waving to the citizens of Dallas, a grin on his face. His wife, Jacqueline, told Kennedy something, which he responded to quickly before going back to waving. Christine began to give a bubbly laugh, which Jamie paid attention to. She looked down at the infant nestled in her arms and said, "Isn't it exciting, Christine?" She knew that the girl couldn't fully understand the sentence, but she secretly hoped that Christine could. She glanced at her watch. It was 12:29 PM. Very nice weather for that day, it seemed. She went back to looking at the motorcade passing by. "It very much is, Ms. Patterson," a British voice replied to the rhetorical question. Jamie turned her head to the left and noticed a brown-haired gentlemen in a white suit and tie. It looked as if he was dressed for a funeral! He stuck out his hand, which she shook. "The name is John Smith. I'm here on some... important business." He looked a bit familiar to her, but she shrugged it off. "What kind of business?" Jamie asked without hesitation. John scratched his head. "Well... how do I put this? You see, something tragic is going to happen in a moment. And-" He checked his watch, and his eyes widened. "Oh, no. I have to go..." He started running the opposite direction, pushing through the waves of bystanders. That was strange. What was the tragic event that was about to happen? Surely, it didn't have to do with the president. But could it have? Jamie pondered this for a moment. She'd have to check the news programming that night. Suddenly, she heard a loud noise. It was gunshots! She turned back to the motorcade quickly and saw that the president had been shot in the back of the head! Who could have done such a thing? Jamie now knew that her theory that no one loathed the president enough to take drastic measures was false. Someone seriously hated the man, and they were out to kill him! She set down Christine in her stroller and began pushing it towards the direction that John Smith had gone. She saw some kind of blue cube towering the crowd by a few inches. This must have been where he had gone! She pushed the stroller faster and finally arrived in the patch of grass that the box had been. Had. That was the keyword. For now, the blue box was gone. Everything was starting to hit Jamie very hard, very fast. This included one frightening piece of information. John had known her name. O Old Dallas Central Library was not expecting so much service that day, a librarian there could tell you. In fact, since president Kennedy was in town, they had expected no one at all. So it came as much of a surprise that there were almost fifty civilians looking for information. One librarian, Ms. Samson, pulled a blond-haired woman cradling a baby to the side and asked them, "Do you happen to know what's with all of these people coming here on a day like this?" It was not the thing you'd say to someone visiting, but they would have to know, anyway. The woman gulped in fear and nodded. "The president..." she tried to explain, tears forming in her eyes. "The president... He's... He's dead!" She began sobbing loudly, only to be shushed by the other librarians. Ms. Samson excused the woman, who went back to her business. So this was why it was slightly crowded. People were looking for information on why this might have happened. It was a good reason, yes, but it meant that costumers were blind to the truth. It was a lost cause. O Jamie, holding Christine in her arms, went over to a librarian, one that wasn't frightening, to ask a question. The question was "Could you help me?" She wiped some tears from her eyes as she asked this. The librarian nodded and replied, "What do you need help with?" She straightened her glasses, a slight smile on her face. "Well, you see..." She was having trouble speaking, just like that John Smith guy. Oh, wait! "I need help researching newspapers to find something on a man named John Smith. Also, something on a blue box." The last of the tears fell from her eyes, and she smiled back at the librarian. The librarian raised her right index finger. "Actually, you're not the first person to ask for that. Two others asked that same question earlier this month after that riot against that political man. They mentioned something about him being a doctor, but there wasn't enough information. I couldn't find anything," she added, shaking her head. "What's your name, might I ask?" "It's Jamie Patterson. I live about a mile away." Jamie noticed that the librarian had glanced at her daughter. "Oh, and this is Christine. She's a month old." Her grin widened. The librarian's smile grew as a response. "Well, she's a cutie. You and your husband must be so proud." She was definitely a kind person, Jamie noted. "Actually, he's my boyfriend," Jamie corrected quickly. "But, yeah, we are." She sighed. "But thanks, anyway." She waved at the librarian, who was waving herself, and left. It was great to have people like the librarian in the world, she couldn't help but think. O The Doctor opened his eyes and instantly regretted his decision. The lights above him played with his pupils, making him shout in pain. He got up, eyes closed again, and stretched. This had been a rough trip. Why was the TARDIS acting like this? Ah, yes, the TARDIS. The acronym stood for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space, which only worked when you realized the purpose of the machine. It was a vehicle that could travel through time and space. The TARDIS had been used on past occasions by The Doctor to save the universe. Many times. It was disguised as a blue British police box. When most people first discovered the inside, they had noted how it was bigger on the inside than on the outside. Although, one time, a woman by the name of Rose had said the exact opposite, about how it was smaller on the outside than on the inside. Regardless, it was a good disguise for such a device. The trip that The Doctor was taking this time was more leisurely than anything. It was a trip to Dallas, Texas. The date was November 22nd, 1963, or the day that Kennedy was assassinated. While it was a somber occasion, thanks to the multiple times that The Doctor had experienced it, it was less tearful than usual. He had expected the trip to be its usual calm self, but it had become more bumpy than usual. This was strange, he noted. As he stepped outside, he noticed that his watch was reading 1:30 PM. He must have overshot it a bit. He decided that he would look into it later and headed towards a library. He had might as well got some reading done. Maybe he could read Moby Dick. He had always heard how good that story was. O About three hundred million light-years away from The Doctor's location, a brown furry quadruped opened the door to his blue box. He was about to visit the assassination of Prince Kennedy in 1963. This wasn't in his native country of Equestria, however. Instead, this took place in the United Pony States, which sounded a bit cheesy when this quadruped said it out loud. He began pacing out of his machine, called the TARDIS, and smiled. This would have been strange for the quadruped, if he hadn't already viewed the assassination multiple times before. Now, he was here to write an essay for a certain librarian that he knew. It was always fun for him to visit points in time, hence the glee. He checked the watch on his left foreleg. Damn. It was 1:30 PM, a full hour ahead of schedule. He must have overshot the TARDIS a bit. His smile faded as he groaned. He began using Celestia's name in vain. Well, it was time to live up to the name Doctor Whooves. O The Doctor entered Old Dallas Central Library, a grin planted on his face. It was a pretty nice size library, although he had seen much bigger. There was even a bigger library in the TARDIS. But he was getting off-subject, so he went over to the section labeled ADVENTURE and began searching for Moby Dick. But then he heard a noise. It was coming from the other side of the bookshelf that he was looking at, so he moved some books over and peered through the shelf to see a blond-haired lady holding a baby and an elderly librarian discussing something. The librarian said to the lady, "What's your name, might I ask?" She said it with such glee, which The Doctor found strange, as Kennedy was dying and all. The lady was also strangely cheerful. "It's Jamie Patterson," she replied. Ah, so that was the lady's name. Patterson. He'd have to look into that, too. Jamie glanced at the librarian, who was noticing the infant. "Oh, and this is Christine. She's a month old." She chuckled a bit before the librarian began talking again. The Doctor moved the books back to their place on the shelf and began walking away. He wasn't going to read Moby Dick yet, it seemed. But there was one thing that The Doctor would do. He was going to solve a question that was crowding his mind. He didn't know it yet, but this was an important question. One that would change everything. Where was Ms. Patterson during the assassination? So tell me what you think, and I'll update this story as soon as possible.