nolongerabout

I have an issue that while I was offline, people have moved into and claimed the structure I was going to transfer. I did not have enough points to claim it, so left it unclaimed in the hope that people would be polite enough to leave it alone. I don't mind the fact that they're living in it, but it's fairly annoying that I can't build on it anymore.

Hoping an admin will come online soon and help me with this.

EDIT: Been resolved.

I only own boots. Four pairs. Oh, and a pair of crocs, for if I ever go in water.

I've a pair of British Army jungle boots that are close to my heart. Comfortable, breathable, and a fraction the cost of those silly 'doc martens'. Damn sight more useful, too.

Sorry, the picture's a bit crap.

I also have a pair of these for when I want to put the fear of god into damn near everyone I walk past and tear up laminate flooring go for friendly walks

@@Once In A Blue Moon,

Sharp shook some errant concrete dust from his mane, and surveyed his surroundings. It looked a lot like the caves that were under most of Canterlot. He'd been in the caves once before, but hadn't the slightest where this place was. He thought that they didn't run under the castle.

He tried to remember the direction he was facing when they fell. If he could do that, then he could probably figure out which way they should head. If they went east, they'd probably head under the mountain, and that might not lead them out in time.

"Right, I think that way is south," pointing in the open direction, not entirely sure, "We'd best remember what direction we head. Don't want to end up further underground. And watch your footing, if it's anything like the caves there might be drops hundreds of yards deep."

He took a few slow steps forward. "Bloody caves. Managed to bring some weapons down into one chain of 'em when the Changelings invaded. We got lost, spent two days trying to find an exit. We guards are much better above ground, leave spelunking to the damn adventurers." Sharp stopped, and pulled his tobacco pipe out of his jacket. He lit it, hoping the small flame might provide a little light. It was fortunate it hadn't broken in the explosion back in Ponyville.

"Afraid I might not be a whole load of use unless we get into a fight."

I have no bloody idea what you're on about. I guess it's the lyrics to the theme of Sonic '06?

You know what, I'm gonna be a dick and say 'same' just so the next person has no bloody idea either

Same?

Sorry for such a late notice, but on Friday I shall be leaving for the bowels of deepest darkest Wales for eleven days, where they have never heard of such a thing as 'an internet'.

I highly doubt that I will be able to make any posts during that time. On the off chance I get some signal, I shall try my best, but cannot promise anything.

Completely slipped my mind, and I apologise for that.

Heard a few good ones in The Enforcer the other day.

Fatso: What makes a man want to join the police force?

Dirty Harry: If you find out, come and tell me.

Captain Mckay: That's it Callahan, give me your badge.

Harry: Here's a seven-point suppository, captain.

McKay: What did you say?

Harry: I said stick it in your ass!

Mustapha: You really are a dirty son of a bitch, aren't you Harry?

Harry: The Dirtiest.

While I don't have much cause for using one beyond splitting wood, I would say axes. Those, or shotguns.

Ever been to London? If so, what did you think of it?

@@Once In A Blue Moon,

Sharp watched in confusion as the mysterious pony handed his enemy a loaded weapon, and cut him down as soon as he fired. The bullet didn't crack off the wall, but thudded into something. Sharp whipped round, and saw Wilhelm stood stock still, as if shocked by a ghost, but couldn't he spot a wound. He turned back to the strange mare, to accuse her of bloody foolishness, but she had disappeared. Damned strange. He wiped the blood off his sword using the coat of one of the dead soldiers, then sheathed it; he quickly loaded his musket and returned it to its holster. The wound on his chin was just starting crust up, he'd clean it later.

"Right then, what next?"

7/10. I ain't a massive fan of the modern stuff, but this is alright. Saying that...

(Not exactly ZZ Top's finest, but it has a certain appeal to me. Defo like to see what other people think.)

@@Once In A Blue Moon,

Sharp looked at the officer. Lily-livered bastard, to get his ponies to fight for him. An officer should set an example, not cower behind a line of proper soldiers. Sharp kept moving forward and swung his sword in wide, angry arcs to drive back the ponies who came to stop him, shouting at the coward.

"You bastard! Fight me! Or are you too afraid of that? rather piss yourself while your soldiers die for you, eh!"

He lunged for one of his attackers with his sword, while he swung one of his back legs up at the other, trying to get under their weapon's defence. He called again to the officer. Killing an officer was the same as killing a score of private soldiers, if not more, for without leadership any resistance would crumble in moments.

"I've seen dirt in the street that would make a better officer than you! Fight me like a real pony would, officer to officer! A god-damned duel, or are you too scared to face the challenge of a half-bastard gentlepony? You disgust me, coward! I've seen poxed sons-of-whores fight better than you have! If you can't fight me, what chance do you think these poor buggers have?"

He continued his relentless assault, wild, haymaker swings that wouldn't give anypony a chance to get in a focused attack, lest they be caught by the wicked blade. Sharp screamed, the fury of battle upon him, powder smoke and blood pungent in the air, inciting him to barbarity.

"Fight me!"

My list would go (in order of appearance),

Iron Maiden

AC/DC

Eminem

Pink Floyd

Saxon

AC/DC (again)

The Sex Pistols

Elton John

Aerosmith

Alice Cooper

The Regimental Band of the Coldstream Guards

Led Zeppelin

Clean Bandit

Quiet Riot

I listen to most of them these days. AC/DC features twice because I had a bit of a hiatus with them, damn near two years. I was listening to Iron Maiden at 7, AC/DC by 8 and Eminem by 12. The rest have come along in the past half-dozen years. Have to blame my addiction of marching bands on cinema, Zulu, Waterloo and the like. And Sharpe too, I suppose. And I'll be damned if I can tell you why Clean Bandit is there, but it is.

Anyway, you can't beat a good rock anthem. And I'm sure that list reflects that. Don't really enjoy the heavy stuff, or the 'n-word' heavy rap that is pretty popular these days. But anything else, I can get into.

"Hangover this morning, hangover the next."

That seems to sum it up pretty nicely.

solid 8/10, that. Depends what you are looking for in a song, I suppose.

6/10. Fleetwood Mac are a good band, but I don't like this one that much.

@@Once In A Blue Moon,

The pistol ball slashed along Sharp's jaw, narrowly missing anything vital. It was fairly superficial, but it was bleeding a load. Head wounds always did. He wiped the wound with his sleeve, and leveled his musket on the remaining guards. He ignored the blood pooling on the floor about his hooves.

"Gah, I'm taking some of these overpaid, overdressed bastards. You lot stop the machine."

Talking hurt. He smirked. That hurt too.

"Besides, I don't have the best track record with these magic crystals. Damn near killed us all last time, and that one's a mite bigger than before."

Sharp aimed for the officer who had dropped the pistol, a spot just below his neck. He fired, slung the musket, drew his sword, and leapt through the smoke into the fray.

@@Once In A Blue Moon,

Sharp carefully stepped over the body of the first guard, following Lavender in. He looked at the guard who had been thrown against the wall. It took strength to inflict an injury like that, a lot of it. That boded well for whatever was ahead of them. Still, nothing a well-placed musket ball couldn't fix.

"You know," Sharp began, "it's probably best if we-"

"We should probably see what that noise up in there's all about!" She yelped to the others, and was already floating that direction.

"Stay quiet."

The man with no name.

Do you exercise often?

9/10, posting Dio is basically cheating

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvpnNa1nFWI

You sort of have to watch the film to get the full experience of it, but I guess it's a pretty great theme by itself.

Oh aye, I listen to Pink Floyd a lot.

Speaking of which, listen to much Pink Floyd?

That'd be the Yogscast for me. Or maybe Sargon of Akkad.

Same?

Just regular metal for me, thanks. I don't really enjoy 'modern' heavy metal these days.

Who else thought there was a bug on their screen with this guy's^^ signature?

Leather jackets and big boots.

Same?

Purple.

same, why not.

@@Once In A Blue Moon,

Sharp stared at the ships that were undoubtedly carrying away the king and his advisors. He spat out two words far too offensive to divulge, and gave them a parting shout.

"bloody cowards!"

He turned to the nearest guard with a musket and pulled it from their grasp. He also opened their cartridge box and snatched a dozen cartridges, pushing them into one of his jacket pockets. This was no time to stand about gaping, not at all.

"Right, guards! Get as many ponies as you can out of the city, tell them to go East, fast as they can! Every pony you find. Don't even try to leave with them, or I'll have you shot! Once it's done, head to the castle!"

While Sharp waited for the guards to disperse, he flicked up the frizzen of his borrowed musket, to check if it was primed. He doubted that a band of soldiers would be necessary in the castle, and might confuse things were there any forces still loyal to the king inside. A large group would slow them down, and speed was likely the most important virtue anypony could possess at the moment.

Sharp looked to Wilhelm, Lavender, Scarlett and the others.

"We'd best get up there before we all get blasted off the face of Equestria. And we'd better bloody stop it, 'cause I have a few words for the King next time I see him. Could've at least waited for us, the bugger."

@@Once In A Blue Moon,

Sharp watched as the street cobbles seemed to flood back into existence before his very eyes.

"Stop, and form up! Hold here!" He called, and galloped to the precipice. It isn't real, the thought came to him. He remembered an old saying. Only in the leap from the lion's mouth will a pony prove their worth.

"Aye, but this is one great bloody leap." He said to himself. A dozen doubts flickered through his mind, but he dismissed them. Couldn't afford such things at a time like this. He tensed his hind legs, then threw himself forwards into the great empty space, at the distant edge.