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  1. Gotta love it when your dog is taking a dump and he makes direct eye contact with you

    1. Frostgage

      Frostgage

      Sounds intense :0

    2. ThisAccountIsDead

      ThisAccountIsDead

      he's also a shizu

       

  2. Happy birthday =)=)=)=)=)=)=)

  3. This morning I woke up, grabbed some coffee, laid out my clothes for my shower I'm taking soon, and got ready for work only to realize that today is my 23rd birthday and my boss gave me the day off. Well, time for the annual hour of pones.

  4. I just ate a chocolate bar shaped like male genitalia. I'm so proud of myself right now

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    2. ThisAccountIsDead

      ThisAccountIsDead

      it's something to add to everything. I literally ate a dick, without eating a dick. Excusez mon français.

    3. Countess Noodle

      Countess Noodle

      o///o That's like dickception.

    4. ThisAccountIsDead
  5. I enjoy you guys coming here and answering, so I'll give my opinion in depth. I believe in nothing, nor can I believe in anything. I am a man of fact, not faith. So usually when I'm confronted with a land, dimension, etc, etc, I don't really think about it. All I can say about religious based lands, skeptic's theories, and overall fear-based assumptions, is that there is a possibility. not one that's 50 split, but one that's unknown to us. We're here to exist, and if our existence is wiped from our mortal plane never to return, then so be it. Thanks for commenting.
  6. So, I've been thinking recently. What happens after death? Why have I been thinking this? Because I recently began to realize that death itself is not what I'm afraid of, it's the mere fear of the unknown. So, out of that fear and curiosity, I ask you: What do you believe happens after death? It can be anything!
  7. Fluttershy's Melancholia by PonyWithAHat Fluttershy has always been a shy sort of pony. With that said, she tends to hold back her feelings, letting them well up inside. This obviously isn't such a great practice and it ends with an outcome none of her friends were prepared for. ________________________________________________________________________________ Hello everyone! This is a longer story of mine currently in the making. If you like it, follow it and it will be updated when I release a new chapter! Enjoy! Also, forgive the paragraphing, this is just a copy+paste of my story from fimfic as you can imagine I wouldn't want to.. rewrite everything. I'm lazy shu'up. ________________________________________________________________________________ Prologue: A Hare's Eternal Slumber Fluttershy ground her hoof into the soil. Her mind was numb with the over-encumbering reality that one of her best friends since she was a little filly, has taken his last breath. She found her white knight curled in pain underneath the tree he plummeted from just three days before the funeral that he was inevitably going to attend as the guest of honor, of sorts. Her long, ebony dress draped down her body, edges cascading off the ground making them slightly dirty, but she didn't care. She could not care. Her mind reached a state of withered shock and desecrated fantasies of her companion staying by her side for their limited eternity. All the other attendees of the funeral didn't have that sort of relationship that she had with him. She was the only one with a infinite flow of tears that rolled down her sodden cheeks. Everypony else simply shook their heads in disbelief, shuffling their hooves nervously, or nonchalantly having broken conversation with one another before, during, and after the service started. A hoof lightly tapped Fluttershy's shoulder, ripping her out of her mind and back into the stark reality she had come to know as the days following the worst day of her very existence. She was met with her dearest friend Twilight's saddened gaze. "Fluttershy, it's time to give the eulogy." She said solemnly, a blotch of sadness and concern making itself apparent in her voice. She gave a gentle nod before proceeding to the wooden podium that was position to the right of the small mahogany coffin that held her deceased partner. She took a moment to compose herself, gazing out into the small crowd of ponies. During normal circumstances, she would be scared out of her wits from the abundant amount of attention she was receiving, but the desire to make the memory of him flourish in their minds overcame her petty trepidation. She took a deep breath, letting it out along with her eulogy. "At first glance, Angel was a bunny with a bit of attitude that a shy pony like me seemingly couldn't handle. A second glance reveals more. He was my friend; He helped me take care of the others, he helped me take of my problems, and he made my life a living hell, but Celestia damn it he was the greatest bunny that had ever crossed my path when I was but a foal!" Everyone was shocked, surprised by her sudden outburst. The duel streams of liquid sadness rolled down her cheeks as she continued. "When I was a filly, I fell from a cloud city and landed in a small patch of woods just South of Ponyville. There, I fell in love with the beauty and tranquility of the earthen way, and he helped me along the way. Of course he gave me a hard time more times than not, but if he never hadn't, I wouldn't have faced so many of my fears and surpassed so many of my limits! He wasn't just my friend, he was a piece of me!" She paused to compose herself. "-A piece of me that died." She finished with a wail. Twilight made a steady trot over to the now disoriented Fluttershy. She wrapped her hoof around her shoulder, cooing in her ear gently to sooth her and helped her off stage. The next one up was Rainbow Dash. She floated to the podium slowly, landing on her hooves and scanning the crowd. She took a deep breath, and began her ad libbed speech. "When I came to Ponyville nearly a decade later, the first to approach me was this little white hare with a chip on his shoulder and a smirk on his face. The first time this rabbit gave me hell by stomping on my hoof and hopping away-" She stopped letting out a half-hearted chuckle before continuing. "But sooner or later, the little guy grown on me. I saw, and I can still see, why Fluttershy loves him so much. He wasn't just that mischievous rabbit with a tenancy to get on my nerves specifically, but he was a great friend to me and an even greater friend to Fluttershy. To me, that means everything to me, and it still does." She glanced at the coffin as the tears began to pour down her cheeks. She trotted off the podium and trotted to Fluttershy and Twilight who was still calming her down. Rainbow gave Fluttershy a tight embrace and began to weep. After everypony close to Fluttershy and Angel gave their respects, they proceeded to bury him respectively. Fluttershy and her friends stayed, watching each shovel full of dirt hit the coffin until nothing was left to see but the residual soil that covered it. They all walked Fluttershy home, ending up staying with her that night not wanting to leave her to herself. They didn't speak of it, but they feared she was going to try something stupid out of grief or intense depression. That night Fluttershy didn't sleep, she remained awake, disobeying her body which craved a long slumber. In her hooves a small white paper lay folded. She was hesitant, but she unfolded it to find a picture of Angel on top of Fluttershy's head, who was smiling and resting in a meadow. She recognized this drawing. It was made just two days before Angel's staggering end. Fluttershy stared at the picture, her mind going into a systematic shut down before kicking back up. She sobbed as she reached for the nearest writing utensil, which was a ball point pin, and scribbled out Angel. Rest was non-existent for all six of the mares. Memories of Angel haunting them, more so on Fluttershy. She felt as if she could have stopped it. She could have saved him, but was merely too slow and blinded by disgusting ignorance. She cringed at the thought of it being her fault. She knew that there was only one way of coping with what life had thrust upon her. She decided it was going to be done that following fortnight. She was going to give back to her white knight, compensation being to forgive her of her crime of stupidity.
  8. I wear them to work all the time. Being that my office is full of diehard nerds, I'm basically wearing formal attire.
  9. Getting three teeth pulled is nothing short of a bitch.

  10. All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

  11. I've been writing all day. I should stop and take a break.... later...

  12. I am the most hated heavy. I went 600 points with no kills using a festive sandvich and a scout with the boston basher.

    1. Countess Noodle

      Countess Noodle

      wow...yah if I was on a server with you I would hate your guts. D:

    2. ThisAccountIsDead
  13. My Hearth's Warming Story is completed! Take a gander on Fimfic!

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    2. ThisAccountIsDead

      ThisAccountIsDead

      Do what I do, open up the character listing and stare at it until you see two good ones you like, add some more for spice!

    3. Countess Noodle

      Countess Noodle

      I did that 2 days ago. For about 20min. I'ma try again, wish me luck. D:

    4. ThisAccountIsDead

      ThisAccountIsDead

      You know I will love!

  14. Haven't been on in a while. Here I am! I guess! Ye!

  15. Who is ready for the walmart bloodbath known as black friday?