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  1. 8:59 A.M. Canterlot Time, Friday, Canterlot Castle Courtyard Dakon put down the newspaper he had purchased a few days ago and looked out the window of his car. Well, technically, the car belonged to the government official Icicle Hoof, but since he wouldn't be requiring it anytime soon, Dakon felt it was alright if he used it for the time being. "Sir, it's almost time." Dakon glanced down at his watch screen, where he saw the image of another pony looking at him. He immediately recognized the voice as one of his squad leaders. Adam. "Almost time for the meeting, Adam," spoke Dakon to his watch screen. "I want to watch for a little while. See them deliberate over their pointless politics for at least a couple of minutes." He paused. "Being fasionably late never harmed anypony." "Yes sir. Your people are ready to move when you are." The screen of Dakon's watch then flickered, and started to display the time once more. 9:01 A.M. 9:01. I hear that pompous royal pain-in-the-flank is giving a speech first. Dakon flicked his watch and selected one of the names that appeared on the screen. The face of Adam soon appeared on the glowing display and spoke, "Yes, sir?" Where are those sunglasses I found earlier? "It'll take a few minutes to reach the meeting. I think now is as good a time as any to put this plan into action," Dakon responded to his subordinate's question. "Yes, sir. I'll mobilize the others. We'll be with you at the enterance." The display then flicked back to the time. Ah, here they are. Dakon placed a pair of sunglasses he had found in the glove compartment on his face, and activated his disguise. As he wordlessly exited the car in a flash of unnatural light, he was now, to any unenhanced eye, the government official Icicle Hoof. As he stood up outside of the vehicle, he took a glance at his watch. 9:02 A.M. He closed the car door, and trotted to the enterence of the castle.
  2. Has anyone else looked back on what they've done in the past and cringed at how stupid you used to be?

    1. Monsoon

      Monsoon

      I still cringe at how stupid I am

    2. ponylaces
  3. 11:00 PM (Canterlot Time) Wednsday, Crown Council Building "Good day, Mr. Hoof. How may I help you today?" Ah, the wonders of technology. And the ignorance of the populace. Dakon thought as he walked up to the pony on "receptionist duty" for the council building. "Yes, hello, I'm fine, I was wondering, where are those attending the meeting on Friday personally supposed to sojourn?" Dakon asked in his best imitation of the government official Icicle Hoof's voice. "Well, Mr. Hoof, you should already have your own place of residence here in Canterlot." He does? I'll have to fix that. "I sold that old place. It should be in your records. Unless our system isn't as efficient as we make it out to be." Dakon replied, letting some arrogance leak into his voice. "Oh, um, well..." the pony at the desk stuttered. "We don't really have any place designated for ponies visiting Canterlot for the meeting, but, I think you could find a hotel that you could stay in for the time being." "I trust it will be funded by the council?" "Oh, um, I'm not very sure about that, Mr. Hoof..." "Fine, then. Not from the council. Out of your own pocket. I'll send you the bill." With that, Dakon turned and walked out. Find a place to stay, check. Although, I'm going to have to get rid of that residence that that pony mentioned. Should be easy. Now I just have to wait.
  4. Ponyville Residential Area "I have a better idea. How about a place where we can actually hide?" I'm not gonna get left behind here. "I've seen that place before. Trees, a barn, but not much else. Not the best place to hide, I don't think. We need to get high. Like an observatory or tall building or something like that. I mean, I noticed how these things move. They can walk, but other than the tiny ones, they can't climb very well."
  5. Ponyville Residential Area "I agree with that completly." Who is this guy? I don't think we should trust him. "Uh, hey, listen, maybe we should get out of here. Find a building that isn't completly destroyed and stay in it awhile? I'm not exactly comfortable being exposed like this."
  6. Ponyville Residential Area "Oh, uh, hi you two. My name's Frank, and it's all this 'panicking' that's kept me alive so far. And since it's the end of the world with ponies coming back to life and giants exploding from trees, I thought I was entitled to screaming my head off while running around like my mane's on fire!" Frank replied. "Look, I have no idea what's going on here, and by the looks of it, you don't either. My plan was to go to Canterlot and see what's happening there, but now that that... thing is dead and I've met you, maybe we can go togetherrrraaaaAAAAAAH! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!"
  7. Ponyville Frank barely heard the voice of the unicorn. He was still in shock after that giant... thing exploded from a tree. Just how he barely noticed when the pegasus took it down. After looking around and making sure he was "safe," he faced the unicorn and now-returning pegasus and said, "Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just a giant one of those came charging at me with virtually no warning, I mean, it just exploded from a tree, I didn't know they could do that, but yeah, I'm fine, just a litte shaken up is all, and by a little I mean a lot, and by a lot I mean I'm freaking out, because whenever I freak out, I talk in really long and drawn out sentences really really fast, and then things just get really awkward after I stop talking because when I stop talking, everything gets really quiet, and I can never hear what anyone says after I finish one of these big sentences because I'm really out of breath and still freaking out so I pass out because I WAS NOT MADE TO HANDLE STRESS LIKE THIS." And with that, Frank hit the ground.
  8. Well, I'm going inactive for a while. See you guys sometime in the relative future!

  9. "No. No. No. No. No. No. No!" Frank repeated to himself as he flew away from Ponyville. "Last time I talk to a furry animal. It's just going to get me killed!" However, before he could leave the vicinity of Ponyville, Frank heard... something. He wasn't sure what, but it definatly was something. Before he could stop himself, Frank had landed in a patch of trees, keeping him concealed, but allowing him to see anything in front of him. What he saw through the thin foliage were two ponies, one a snow-blue unicorn, the other a white pegasus, and they seemed to be arguing. About what Frank was too far away to hear. I wonder if they're arguing about those... things coming towards them! Frank felt that he should warn them, alert them somehow, but admitted to himself that he was too much of a coward to do so. Well, they're gonna die. At least, that's what he thought until the blue unicorn froze the advancing creatures and blew them apart. Wow, that was amazing! I wish I could do that! Frank thought. But won't the noise just attract more of th- Frank's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crashing from behind him, followed by a deafening roar. -em! Crap! It's one of those big ones! As it began to charge, Frank decided that his best chances of surviving would be to group with those two arguing ponies. So, Frank ran to the twosome in the most dignified way he could under the circumstances, which was running as fast as he could while screaming at the top of his lungs, with the large monstrosity following close behind. "Ehagahingagang! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
  10. OOC thread: http://mlpforums.com/topic/122881-zombie-apocalypse-ooc/ Trotting across the torrid streets of what used to be Ponyville, Frank kept thinking to himself, Why did I stay? Why didn't I go with the others? The buildings around him were old, rotting, and stained by those who didn't make it out in time. Frank entered one of these buildings, repeating that thought over and over in his head, throguh a doorway. At least, it used to be a doorway. Now it's just a gaping hole in a wall, he thought to himself gloomily. Just shows how ignorant we really are against the- A crash and the sound of splintering wood jolted Frank out of his thoughts. No. No! Nonononononononono! he screamed in his mind. They're here?!? They can't be here!!! They cleared this place out!!! What am I gonna do? "Uh, uhhhh..." Frank mumbled out loud. I know! I'll... uh... smash this wooden plank over its head! Gah! No, what'll that do? It'll stun it at best! What else can I do? Not seeing any other options, Frank grasped the piece of wood in his front hoofs, and charged in the direction of the noise. "Gyaaaaaaah!" he screamed, preparing to lodge a chunk of rotting plant matter into whatever-it-is's skull, until Frank looked down and saw a bunny. He immediatly stopped in his tracks, dropped the wood, and knelt down next to the creature. "Well, hi little fella!..." Frank spoke in a nervous tone. "I must have scared the living daylights out of you! Sorry about that!" A bunny, he thought. This is great! A bunny! Creatures like this hate those abominations. The fact that this bunny's here, it means I'm safe! Well, for now at least. Suddenly, the bunny perked its ears up, widened its eyes, and raced out of the demolished doorway faster than Frank could track. "Hey, where are you going? I only just met-" He froze. "-you..." Shuffling through the ruined foyer of the dilapidated house was what Frank feared now more than anything else. A converted... The converted were ponies turned "zombie," a slang term for the creatures that hunted ponykind. And standing ten feet away from one, Frank could understand how "zombie" fit the converted. Its flesh carried multiple open wounds, none of which were bleeding. The zombie's legs were decomposing as he watched them, flesh turning black, exposed bone turning yellow. The mane and tail were burnt where they were't cut, but the head was the worst part. This one used to be a unicorn, as shown by the thin, cracked piece of bone jutting from its temple. Its mouth hung open as if the jaw muscles had been cut, and any teeth it still had were loosly attatched. The nose looked like it had been smashed in with something heavy, but the eyes were what made frank want to vomit. Both eyelids were wide open, exposing the blank, lifeless spheres of decaying corneal tissue to the elements. One eye was yellow, but still intact. The other was deflated, etched with maroon, and oozing a dried pus Frank could only assume to be jelly from the inside of the eye. Frank barely noticed that the creature had turned towards him, and only noticed that it had moved closer to him when it started to make a hoarse, primordial groan. Frank, still frozen in fear, could only watch as the zombie lurched ever closer to him, until it was only a hairsbreadth away. As soon as he felt the gray, clammy skin of the creature touch is own, Frank sprung into action. He stood up with a jolt, and sprinted to the doorway. As soon as he was outside, Frank spread his wings and looked back at the dead, yet ambulatory pony moving ever so slowly towards him. Frank then turned around, and flew away as fast as he could, all the while emitting a scream similar to that of a crying infant.
  11. Woo! Watching movies!

    1. 碇 シンジン

      碇 シンジン

      YAY =)=)=)=) movies are great =)=)=)=)=)

  12. Is it possible to change the prefix of a thread I began in the Roleplay World from Planning to OOC? Or do only forum staff have that power? If the latter is yes, then should I begin a new thread altogether and leave the link in the new thread in the old one?
  13. Today. I have this one friend who hugs me every day. We're pretty close, and he's probably the nicest guy you'd ever meet. Matter of fact, it's his birthday today.
  14. My fingers hurt now because I just had to type a really long post for an RP planning thread I'm running. You have no idea how hard that is on an iPad.

  15. Hate me. My siblings don't have to go to school because my parents can't drop them off, whereas I take the bus, so I still have to go to school.

  16. I... Must... Do... Homework...! Ah, nope. It's just not happening.

    1. PoisonClaw

      PoisonClaw

      I know that feeling.

  17. I'd stare at everything for a while and do either get all this: Or this:
  18. The hope that I might make a significant difference in this world. Nothing else.
  19. I just noped so hard on a Minecraft "Capture the Flag" server.

  20. I have to get up at 6:00 in the morning to go to school, and then I can't get back to sleep once I get home, so I spend 8 hours browsing the forums and YouTube until I actually get tired around midnight.

  21. I hate getting up at 6:00 in the morning to go to school, and then not being able to get back to sleep once I get home, so I spend 8 hours browsing the forums and YouTube until I actually get tired.

  22. 3 doors, 4 blankets, carpet, a pillow, an iPad case, a backpack, a tent, a bookshelf, numerous books, two drawers, a teddy bear, 2 Elmo dolls, a Cookie Monster doll, a binder, a hat, a figurine of Captain Kirk, a figurine of Mr. Spock, a light switch, and a pair of socks.
  23. I take showers because I have to, but I'd much rather take a bath.
  24. Dakon, whistling to himself as the hotel room door opened, started having doubts about his actions and the motives behind. They were predictable to him now, almost becoming a regular part of his routine. Doing all of that just to get that identity, and to get into that meeting, seems kinda dramatic. I mean, barbecuing two innocent ponies just doing their jobs in a car, and making a bigger scene than when that 50 Shades of Hay book came out seems kind of extreme for me. Was all of this really worth it? As Dakon looked up from his trance and saw the room presented before him, all of his doubts immediatly vanished. Why yes, I do believe it was worth it. Hotels in many major cities often had "penthouse suites" reserved for royalty or high-ranking government officials. They were extremly expensive, and even if somepony had the money, the hotel still wouldn't let them rent the room. And it seems my friend Icicle must've been pretty well liked in the government to get this. Looking around at all of the amenities, Dakon couldn't just help but feel a little bit jealous of how well-off the government really was. A private balcony, a full-sized fridge replete with every food I can imagine, and probably the most luxorious bathroom I have ever seen. It was true. The bathroom was the subject of many remodeling projects throughout the years. Changes in the bathroom ranged from from a Haywaii resort-style to modern monochrome and back again. They apparently settled for an over-the-top Versailles-style bathroom, with jewel-encrusted mirrors, a mother-of-pearl heated toilet seat on a pure silver toilet, a platinum showerhead and faucet, everything all the way down to, "*gasp* A golden doorknob!" Dakon said to himself in shock. "I didn't know any of these existed anymore!" It was true. There was a golden doorknob in the bathroom, but the designers of the room apparently kept old traditions in mind as they modleed the room, placing the doorknob on a blank space on the wall to serve no other purpose than to give whoever turned it the exquisite feeling that turning a golden doorknob gives. While admiring the incredible lavatory, a high-pitched alarm began to sound in his ear. "Crap, I'm running late!" Dakon exclaimed after turning off the alarm and checking the time. "Why do I spend so much time in the bathroom?" Removing his sweatshirt and jeans and exposing a white T-shirt and shorts, Dakon tapped his watch, lighting up the display and proclaimed to himself, "I'll root through this guy's stuff later. Right now, I've got an appointment with the weather team, then I've got a newspaper to buy." The light steadily grew in intensity around him, and as Dakon was nearly engulfed in the seemingly angelic brightness, he caught sight of the bathroom once more, and as his eyes focused on the toilet, he screamed in exasperation, "How am I supposed to do my business in that?" before vanishing in the light entirely.
  25. Unless it was not made clear enough by the title of this request, I cannot draw. Whatsoever. It's terrible when I have the greatest idea for a piece of artwork, and I can never put it down on paper the way I want to. Anyway, I want to create an OC, but since I can't draw, I can't provide an image. Now, I know what you're thinking. "Just use the Pony Creator!" I would, believe me, if I hadn't used it for my other OC's. For whoever is willing to take the challenge, I do have a reference. I used the Pony Creator for it, butonce again, I am not using it for my OC's database entry image. Now, for whoever stuck around to read this request, you may have noticed that this pony has no cutie mark. Well, my friend, that is because I need that done too. Aren't I just the greatest? I have a reference for that as well. Keep in mind, however, if you are drawing this, I want it to look SIMILAR, not IDENTICAL to the reference. So, yeah. That's pretty much it. Whoever's willing may draw the pony above with a similar-looking cutie mark when compared to the reference. I don't care about the background, but if you absolutly need to know what I prefer, just go with white. Thanks in advance to whoever reads this and wants to give it a shot. This will remain open until I or a member of the staff say otherwise. Oh, and one last thing before I go. Just some strictures before you get started. (I put it at the end to see if you actually would read the entire post. Mwhahaha!) I WILL NOT PAY FOR ANY ARTWORK. This is just a reiteration of the "Finacial Transactions" post that you should have seen before you opened this post. But I know some of you can be "forgetful," so if you draw what I ask, then attempt to charge me for it, I will not use it for anything. I will delete it if it is messaged to me, or ask a staff member to remove it if posted publicly. IF ART IS GIVEN TO ME, I WILL ASSUME YOU ARE LETTING ME USE IT FOR WHATEVER PURPOSE I DEEM IT. Don't worry, I'll give you full credit for the artwork if someone asks about it, or if you have a signature you put on your art, I will not edit the signature out. The OC is mine, but the artwork is yours. As stated in #1, you're just letting me use it. (EDIT: I will not add any signatures to any pieces, that's your job. Don't worry, I will still acknowledge that it is your artwork.) DON'T POST ANYTHING TO THIS TOPIC UNLESS IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE ART. I don't want this topic to become some big chat room. I made it about artwork, and I want it to stay that way.
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