EnderPrince

Who's in this room and why are the lights off?

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As a government official, Icicle Hoof was suspicius about everything. He knew he shouldn't be; he had taken self-defense classes for the past 6 years, and had two bodyguards 10 feet or less away from him at all times. But still he worried. After pulling up to the entrance of the spectacularly-lit City Lights Hotel, Icicle double-checked that he had everything he needed on him, then walked up to the entrance. A hobo sat on the front steps leading to the entrance. He smelled of brandy. "Spare change?" He asked pitifuly. "Listen, you. I don't know who you are, but if you don't stop annoying me, you're going to be using that mony you're raising for booze to pay for your hospital trip!" Icicle said angrily. Storming inside, he marched to the front desk. "Good afternoon, sir, and welcome to the City Lights Hotel. How may I help you?" The receptionist on duty asked. "Yes, hello, I have a reservation," Icicle bluntly replied as he produced his ID card. "Ah, yes, here you are," the receptionist said in a cheery voice. "Your suite is on the top floor, number 1437. Here is your key; don't lose it! Would you like some help with your bags?" "No, I have this covered. Would you mind unlocking the door to my room now so my 'associates' here can deliver my stuff to my room?" "Of course, Mr. Hoof. Enjoy your stay," the receptionist finished while hitting a button on her keyboard. "Thank you," Icicle said to the receptionist as he turned towards the door. Then, to his bodyguards, "I want you to go to the car, bring everything up to the room, then get back in the car and wait for me. Keep the engine running." The two bodyguards immediatly set out to complete their task. Meanwhile, Icicle walked out of the hotel, heading towards a nearby cafe for a drink. Before he could get there, though, he was pulled into an alley near the side of the hotel. As he turned to look at his attacker, he recognized the as the one belonging to the hobo outside the hotel just minutes before. "You should have given me some spare change," the hobo said darkly. The two began to fight. The hobo got Icicle into a choke hold. A second later, the hobo had a hypodermic needle. The next second, the needle was in Icicle's neck, injecting its deadly cocktail of chemicals into Icicle's bloodstream. Moments later, Icicle fell to the ground, dead. Looting the body, the hobo found a wallet with about 3000 bits in it, millions of bits worth of credit cards, a government ID card, and the key for suite 1437 at the City Lights Hotel. The hobo then cast off his alcohol-soaked garments, revealing a sweatshirt and jeans underneath. Then, the stallion who some may have seen at the casino only a few minutes earlier scanned the dead official's corpse using his eyepiece, recording every detail of his body, stuffed the hobo rags underneath the clothes of Icicle Hoof, lit them on fire, then tossed the burning body into a nearby dumpster. Returning to the front of the hotel, the mystery pony scanned the car that the government man had pulled up in. Not surprisingly, the two bodyguards had finished their job, and were now waiting for their boss to return. Using his eyepiece, the mystery pony remotly unlocked the cap for the gas tank, then moved toward the car like a child would its dream toy in a store. Circling the car smiling, the mystery pony stopped in front of the gas tank, looking as if he were inspecting the wheels, slipped a small, remote-controlled sparker into the gas tank. He then stood up, replaced the gas cap, and hit the car loudly to cover up his tracks. He then leaned in the open window, said, "Nice car," then walked into the hotel. As soon as the mystery pony was in the hotel elevator, he flipped the sparker from his eyepiece. The resulting reaction was beautiful. The car became a burning chunk of molten metal and fabric, immediatly charring anyone inside it, which, unfortunatly, the bodyguards were. He only wished that he could have seen the awesome pyrotechnics show that took place on the hotel's garbage day. Exiting the elevator and opening the door to his new suite, the pony smirked to himself. "Dakon, you've done it again. A place to stay, a new identity, free food..." He took out the newspaper article he had ripped out earlier. "...and a way into that meeting."

The title said to not click on this post, so I clicked on it. Anyway, welcome to the forums! Glad you found us, and that you found your friend!

*flick* *flick* *flick* About 5 minutes after Frank lost the man on the phone, he found what looked like a tablet, but bigger and older-looking. The words "Camera" and "On" were written on the back in faded permanent marker. Flicking the switch that was labed "On," a display of the main dining area appeared on the screen. "Oh, so this is like the security camera monitor. And if I tap these,..." Frank said while tapping the icons on the lower right, "...the cameras will switch!" He kept fiddling with the cameras until he saw what looked like a frayed phone cable in the hallway next to his office. "That must be why the call dropped earlier. Maybe I can fix that, if there's some electrical tape around here." Once again, Frank searched the office: every corner, every nook, every cranny until he found what he was looking for. "Yes! I knew there would be some in here!" Frank took the electrical tape and walked into the hallway to the right of his office. Finding the frayed phone wire, Frank efficiently wrapped some electrical tape around the exposed part. When the job was completed, Frank thought he heard... talking. Yes, something was definatly talking, but something was off. Frank knew it. It sounded like it was coming out of a tinny old speaker from the 80's. Standing up, Frank turned around and began to walk back to his office, but stopped. He dropped the electrical tape amd stared at the wall, mouth agape. All over the wall, written in something, was the message, "It's me." Terrified, Frank sprinted back to his office, and checked the cameras on the tablet. What Frank saw on the monitor, no matter which camera it was, scared him more than the message in the hallway. Every single camera display was black.

"Sir? Sir! Can you hear me?" Frank practically screamed into the phone. "Aw, buck, I lost him." Jeez, the only orientation for this job is some old guy on a phone and he doesn't even say anything! This is just great. For the next half hour, Frank spent his time looking around the office and thinking about what the old guy said. "Like, who wants to see them when they are little? Just those eyes looking into yours as if they were staring into your soul." The first thought in Frank's mind was, I knew I wasn't the only pony who thought those things are creepy! The second though in Frank's mind was, Wait, staring into your soul? Oh, crap, what have I gotten myself into?

"Gah!" exclaimed Frank as he heard the ring. Locating the source of the unfarmiliar noise, Frank answered the phone. At least, he tried to. "How do these things work?" he asked himself while trying to get the earpiece off. Then, noticing the speaker button, Frank stopped pulling, sighed, and pushed the button, wondering who in the world would call there, of all places, especially at this hour.

The vigilante, rudimentarily to masterfuly skilled in all forms of magic and combat. Chaotic netral alignment, loner for the most part, but followers/friends come and go.

Well, this'll be fun, thought the pony standing outside the building to Pinkie's Funland reading the employee greeting slip. Trapped in a building for six hours for a week. Yippee. It was 11:30 p.m. as the pony walked into the establishment. Dusty, old-fashioned, cobwebs everywhere, no wonder nobody likes this place. It's a dump. Continuing through his new workplace, Frank made mental notes in his mind on what to do in any possible situation. He didn't want the job, but he certainly didn't want to lose it on his first night. Hmm... I can use that to beat anypony who breaks in up; if that doesn't work, I'll fall back to the supply closet and see what I can do there. If all else fails, maybe I can shove that century-old jar of candy down their throats. Frank snickered aloud at his own joke. The noise reflected off of the ancient, faded walls, making it sound more like a dropped set of keys. Staying on the move before his shift started, Frank finally made it to the main dining area. Yeesh, were these party hats ever actually worn by the kids who came here? Navigating through the dark, gridded maze of the party tables, Frank suddenly found himself at the foot of the show stage. Looking up, he saw three of the most ungodly pieces of technology ever built. Good thing I never came here as a kid, Frank thought as he stared into the dead, metallic eyes of what he guessed was the main animatronic. Eventually, Frank moved to his workstation, the guard's office, mumbling to himself, "I'm gonna be seeing those things in my sleep," as three sets of dead, metallic eyes followed his movement down the hallway. Finally making his way to the office, Frank once again noticed how dingy and unkempt the place actually was. Cobwebs in every corner, crumpled up pieces of paper, even a few cups of what Frank assumed to be soda. Deciding not to work in such unsanitary conditions, Frank used the remaining five minutes before his shift to clean up a bit. When he was finally finished, Frank clocked in his work card at the machine in the back of the office, and settled in for a long, long night.

A single pony sat in the lobby of the Riverbank Casino, skimming through a newspaper. He was young, but his age wasn't what attracted most of the attention. His alicorn appearance was what drew wandering eyes, since alicorns were rare outside of royal families. He wasn't interested in trying his luck at the various gambling hotspots in the building that day. It wasn't ever worth it. His eyepiece, a computerized contact lens, told him the odds of which pony winning at the blackjack table, told him the outcomes on the slot machines before they happened, even told him what to bet on at the roulette table. Besides, he thought. if I do play, ponies will notice how often I'm winning. If I do play, I gotta play it- One of the staff, who was identified as a cocktail server by his eyepiece, snapped him out of his thoughts. "Sir, are you alright? You've been here for the past half hour. Would you like a phone?" the server asked. "No, that's quite alright," the pony replied. "I'm waiting for someone; he's not usually this late." "Oh, well, alright then sir, but do ask if you need anything." "I'll be sure to keep that in mind," the mysterious pony said as the staff member walked away. How easily the citizens of this city believe what they're told, the pony thought to himself. Another advantage I'll have to keep in mind. Moving his focus back to the newspaper, the pony again began skimming the stories presented. Hmmph, the pony cerebrated as he read the story about the power outages. Anybody can make an EMP these days. The pony continued to skip through the reports on various aspects of the world until something caught his eye. "Prince Blueblood has called for a tripartite session of the Crown Council, Privy Court, and royal branch to take place this upcoming Friday. All councillors, Crown Council magistrates, and princesses have been asked to attend." A meeting of all of the important ponies in Equestria? This could be interesting. The pony pulled out a smartphone, and, without unlocking it, pressed the "Emergency Call" icon. A list of contacts appeared on the screen. Calling the contact labeled "Shark," the pony ripped out the newspaper article about the congregation of government officials. "Something new has developed," the pony spoke into the phone after the recieving end had been picked up. A few more words were exchanged, then the pony ended the call and threw the smartphone into the trash. Hitting a button on his watch, the pony glanced at the time. 2:32, the lit display read. Perfect, the pony thought as he walked into the street, the glowing screen on his watch becoming brighter. "This is going to be fun," the pony uttered to himself before dissapearing altogether in a flash of light.

Describes me almost perfectly, except I know what it is, I jusd don't have anything to play it on. Or the money to buy it.

Alright, I've done what I can to adhere to the rules and add information to this OC.

Well, you became a brony more spontaneously than me, I suppose. Anyways, welcome to the forums! Hope you have a good time!

Drinking coffee daily is not a bad habit, as long as it's in moderation. 1 or 2 cups a day? Fine. Perfectly normal. 4 or more a day? You've got a problem. If you do have a problem, don't blame it on the coffee. Blame it on yourself, and then blame it on the caffene in the coffee, because that's what you're addicted to. And no, you can'r just reduce the caffene amount in coffee. There is no limit on caffene in coffee because it's a natural drink, so if you want to blame the drink for it's caffene, blame Monster or something.

The Equestrian Empire character database doesn't seem to have a delete button. Is ther a way for me to delete one of my pending OCs? Or do I have to message a mod the name of the OC so they can delete it?

I've noticed in the Equestrian Empire character database that some characters have ben there for quite a while (Not my own). Because of this, I was wondering about how long it takes for one of those characters to gothrough the approval process and be either approved or denied. This question should not be put at the top of the list, but nevertheless, I'd like it answered as soon as possible.

Why not make parodies? People do it all the time.

Where and how do you get that?

Dr. Pepper if avalable, otherwise root beer or Coke.

I can't do everything the requisites, er, require me to do, but I am an avid Minecrafter, and can help with that in any way I can.