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Just woke up and updating things... then read some threads and read this and realize how cute Rainbow Dash is with glasses (the GeekySonic one ^^^)

Sometimes, I'll just pick up a simple looking pen. I close the windows and shades. Then I'll just walk around the house for 2-3 hours while pretending the pen to be something else or just imagine an anime of my own. Been doing it since little. Believe me, it really did burn down my calories and keep my cholesterol healthy ^^

I own a HP Compaq Presario CQ43, here's the specs Processor: AMD E-300 APU 1.30 GHz 1MB L2 cache Graphic Card: AMD Radeon 6310 integrated memory up to 4GB RAM: Originally 2 GB but I replaced it with a single 4GB DDR3 HDD: 500GB 5400 RPM Screen: 14" LED 1366x768x32 OS: Originally Windows 7 32 bit but changed it to Windows 8.1 64 bit This is a budget gaming laptop (well close to 'gaming'). I mostly bring this laptop for almost every occasion since it can still play high end games in the lowest settings (like GTA V, that game's awesome). I'm currently taking it to college.

I'm supposed to fold the dry clothes right now. Maybe after a few silly comments and youtubing, besides no one's going to my house today.

Same here. It took most of my gaming time. Do you happen to have Sonic and All Stars Transformed? That game is great too. Far better than the last one.

Most of the sonic games, Super Robot Wars series (I bet they have one of the best) and Megaman Zero and most of the megaman series but Megaman Zero wins in terms of awesome soundtrack, even for a gba game.

Lord of the Rings, Shrek, Toy Story, some anime movies (not naruto, bleach or those kind), Hachiko, and most chinese movies that are comedy or kung fu.

I for one, have a trauma of being chased by one when I was a little kid (ultimately, I managed to escape by climbing the owner's head). I didn't know until today, that pit-bull is so lovable. Usually, they are pretty nasty and every time I pass by one, they shout like crazy.

@@Twinkfeather, When Corvette reached the Canterlot Station, she noticed that the night shift guards had more changelings plus a few extra. Was she into something seriously important here? She was expecting to see an escort nearby but none except some guards. She'd hoped that this wasn't a prank. She quitely sneaked behind nearby bushes, hoping to get her Mini Uzi's into silent mode. She unintentionally saw a plain, greasy office colt sitting behind the bushes with a C4. She was certain this one was the escort, though he could have tried his best to look like a professional escort but, meh, who cares. She felt a bit disappointed but glad at the same time that Dodge didn't pull off this kind of lame mission introduction. She approached the colt, one moment of her thought was to violently beat him down and go bull and stuff about all of this. Finally, she gave it up and set down her Mini Uzi's beside him, "Excuse me, you're the escort guy right?" ----------------------------------------- As Dodge made it to the second floor, the changelings were already catching up on him. He turned his head around, hoping to get an assault plan to wipe them out. Most of the local ponies who were forced to work for the changelings panicked, Coupled with a paper mess on the ground, the situation just worsen. He'd have to think quick before getting himself stuck in a pincer attack. Suddenly, 3 of the panicking ponies stood around him. They quickly morphed into changelings, flipped out their usual silent pistol and aimed him. "Cheaters" He flexed his hooves before launching himself below one of the changelings belly. As he expected, they would shoot radically that the first changeling was killed spot on. Everything went so fast even the crowd didn't notice the small commotion. Not wanting to waste his ammo, he tactfully blended with the crowd. He popped up behind the second changeling, prompting the third one to shoot the second. The third one was startled for a moment, a moment Dodge seized and knocked the third one to the ground. He knew he had to cancel the assault plan and move on. He proceeded into the emergency room, taking yet another long staircase. Halfway, he halted, feeling uneasy, He could hear the sound of hooves from above hitting the cement staircase getting louder. He really made a bad choice of heading to the third floor. The changelings from below could be heading this way faster. "No, I can't die yet. I still have a sister waiting for me." he closed his eyes, murmured, "5 bullets yet, still can make it". He froze himself, waiting for the changelings to run down the opposite staircase. Two changelings quickly ran into his field of vision. Bang! Bang! He let out two shots, but he couldn't make it fatal. He grind his teeth, cursing himself. He approached the two changelings. Fortunately, one of them was carrying a sub-machine gun. He smiled a sinister smile, at least he had a chance to turn things around. He took the sub-machine gun while holding his desert eagle with his tail, he sprinted, skipping the third floor until a door to the top floor was visible. He was relieved that no one entered from the third floor. He pointed his gun to the door from a distance of a few staircase. When three changelings appeared from the door, he instantly set his gun to semi auto and pull a quick three shots on their body. Before he took another step to the door, one of the changelings managed to pull a shot on his hoof. He held the pain in, turning to the changeling, "You're pretty bold for doing that aren't you?" He pointed his gun to the changeling's head and gave him a ruthless glare, but turned around, he entered the door. He, again, made a cross sign. So far he had been following his hunch of the document's whereabouts. He just hoped he was right as he shot down a few guards before stepping into the general's office.

"233 Merryhoof...hmm..." He was certain that place is nearby, he could have just walk. Using the back alley, he passes around a few building before spotting a building owned by one of the changelings. "This must be it, 233 Merryhoof." With his mask already on, he didn't have to worry being recognized. He trotted to the back door since he was used to sneaking behind during his criminal days. 2 changelings were guarding the back door, both of them were armed with a gun. "You've got to be kidding me, this must be a setup." But then he thought, why would the changelings wanted to lure him out and kill him? That couldn't have been the case, killing him would be a waste. His next presumption was that he could be doing favors for some organizations. Feeling reluctant, he'd have to get the document to figure out their motives. With no other choices, he pointed his desert eagle through a hole on a wall, while telling himself to bear with it. Bang! Bang! He swiftly made two head shots. He was sure the others were alerted and would go to the back door. He will just have to wait until more of those dimwit pony-sized bug to come out more. Bang! Bang! Bang! Another two head shots, another hit one of the changelings' chest. "Tch, that wasted a bullet." he groaned as he enter through the back door. As he set his hoof into the building, one of the changelings who didn't get the head shot took hold of his hoof, gazing his sight on him "W...Wait...y...you can't" *thud*. He ignored the poor changeling, he made a cross sign, before going up the staircase. He'd have to make it quick knowing that they will start to scout the back alley from the side of the building and eventually the back door. 8:45 A.M. April 24, XXXX Canterlot, Equestria Corvette sat on a pillar. The coal mining team had just finished taking out all the coal. She was fully exhausted, her body probably smelled like sewers right now. She was one of the volunteers who vowed to finish the remaining coal last night, however, she didn't expect it to go all the way until morning. After resting for a good 5 minutes, the team's boss appeared and informed them that everything have been settled down. Meaning, they will have holidays for a few days before the team move to a different site. She went back to her home in an old, abandoned apartment. There, everything was set up simple. A portable gas stove, an old fancy couch, a bunch of rubble and a scary looking shower room. It's not like she wanted to live this way. Living as a runaway criminal in canterlot wasn't easy, Here, everypony seemed to shun away poor ponies, what more a gangster looking mare like her. She had no choice but to stay this way since Dodge had told her to hold on until it was safe to return to Baltimare again. He promised to call her when ready but 3 months have passed and still no answer. She threw herself on the couch and sighed heavily. She looked at the shower room and a big pail filled with water from nearby water tap. "Nah, maybe later" she thought, turning her head away before her phone rang. "Darn, who the hell?!" She picked up her phone. She so wanted to curse the caller, but the thought of Dodge calling her made her to play the Ms. Nice Mare. "Hel..?", "Congratulations, your number has been sele..." Corvette immediately called it off and landed her head on the couch, "Take that, stupid scammers.". Just as her eyelids was about to shut down, a box was thrown through a broken window, it almost hit her gas stove. She stuffed her head into a pillow, groaned, "Urgh, what the fudge, I can't even sleep, might as well shower.". She got up and took a shower. Refreshing, how she wished she did it sooner, all of her stress were gone down the drain. "They can't even deliver things right, stupid snobs." she thought as she take a look at the box from earlier and carry it near her couch, yes, HER couch where she was supposed to sail in her dreams by now. On the box was a poorly written sentence 'Thank you for subscribing our form last week, enjoy your food sets of "6 Elements" from our sponsors!'. Food sets? Why would anypony, in Canterlot, buy her foods? Like the form wasn't even hers, it was sort of flew here, probably from that unicorn family next door. Well, at least she didn't have to buy food today, maybe. She opened up the cardboard box and found nothing, except a few brick stones, a turtle mask and a note. "I knew it, scams, more scams.". Frustated, she kicked the box that it hit the wall. Unfortunately, the note didn't follow through and landed just in front of her. She picked it up, expecting the usual 'thank you' note but what she read was... @@Twinkfeather, "Before 11 tonight, you are to go to the Canterlot Station. You will meet with an escort who will assist you in this mission. Both of you will assault a train. You are to retrieve a black leather briefcase inside the train before bombarding it. After that, deliver it to the location written behind this note. Memorize it, and destroy this note afterwards. Keep your cell phone on at all time. A mission will be messaged to you. Discretion is of the essence, finish the mission. We will be watching." It has been a long time since she received this kind of mission in Baltimare, except it was a truck carrying cars. "An escort? Could it be Dodge? He wouldn't pull off this kind of prank just to give me this mission." she thought, in the end she decided to check it out herself, still not believing it would be Dodge. It was 10:40 PM but Corvette was ready to go. "If it's the same as it was in Baltimare, I might need the mask." she took the mask, her Mini Uzi and made sure she memorized the address before heading off to Canterlot Station.

9:00 A.M. April 24, XXXX Manehattan, Equestria It's 9 a.m. and Dodge would usually go for a quiet reading in his room since it is his off day. He'd continue the Heart on Bail, but he is still sleepy from stretching work until midnight yesterday. He calls off the reading and proceed to boot up his PC. He is this close to erasing his criminal record, he just needed to work his way to the police's main database. Resting his head on his palm, his thoughts suddenly wandered above. For a moment, he glance towards a flyer he put on the desk. The flyer, there was something odd about it. It was just an ordinary patriotic movements conducted by independent organization, something which he subscribed out of curiosity. "It isn't possible, is it? With the changelings everywhere, there's no way that they could make flyers and monthly subscription service this easy or maybe..." resting his chin on his hoof, the thought suggested it could be a secret government effort to raise awareness, a useless effort it seemed to him. It's too late for it. The scenery of changelings rampaging stores has become a daily basis in Equestria and more violently perhaps. Out of all the chaos, at least he could still enjoy a brew of morning coffee in the kitchen. He turns uff his PC and went on preparing his mighty coffee. He checks his answering machine, just to make sure he didn't miss any appointments. "You have one new message", the phone beeped and played. "Hello Mr. Viper, it's Miss Fargone. I'm terribly sorry for not returning the pot you lent me last week. I've told my son to bring it to your room. Again, I'm so sorry Mr. Viper." "A pot? I thought I gave it to her, she must've felt guilty for keeping it. I'll have to talk it out with her son" 15 minutes passed, there was no knock. He decided to check on her son, fearing he might have gone to the wrong room since the bungalow wasn't serviced well and some room still has similar room number. He opened the door and noticed a pot different from what he lent to Miss Fargone on his doorstep. A sheet of paper is stuck between the lid and he took it out. "Your main concern will be a piece of yellow document in an office across the 7th Avenue, 233 Merryhoof. Discretion is of the essence. Drop them off at the location marked on the back of this paper. Memorize it, then destroy this message. Look out for any messages left on your answering machince after today. Go to exactly where they tell you to go. We will be watching." "Is this supposed to be a prank? It must have been her son, but the voice message sounded like Miss Fargone. It can't be." He lifted the pot, still trying to figure out what's going on. While he was carrying the pot to the kitchen, something inside hit the pot. Annoyed, he put the pot down and opened the lid. What he found was ridiculous, a simple black and white mask and 2 marbles. First, the flyer, then this. Dodge frowned his eyebrows, knowing things have gone fishy. "If I'm going to figure this out, I'll have to play their game. Discretion is of the essence eh?" He takes out his desert eagle, put on the mask, he puts on his old, worn out jacket and drinks his already cold coffee before rushing to the address.

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I prefer eating at home, I can cook anything I want or go for a take away pizza with offers, buy a big cola, make homemade chicken wings. No service tax haha. I usually buy a take away at KFC, Pizza Hut, Domino's, Authentic Chicken Rice or the stall in a parking lot I frequent a lot.

Alternative Rock? Is it like Final Fortune by Gambling With The Devil? If so, it's my favourite genre!

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