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  1. Hey guys I'll tell you how I fucked up my CM. Indeed, I have a birth mark on my elbow, it's an amorphic spot the size of a nail. When I was a boy, I used to ride my bike around the squares near my house, many afternoons past school. One day, I found out that one kid of the neighborhood got a new motorcycle and began to ride too. You know, one of those that work with a small gasoline motor and create more noise than speed. Maybe the noise he made everyday was unbearable, maybe he seemed too proud for me... maybe I was only envious. But I began to ride my bike in front on him to show him I was better and all that. He also had the same attitude, you know how children are (only children?). One day, I went with my younger brother to the most distant corner of the town following the annoying noise of the motorcycle, and there he was, going along a street without exit. The perfect place for a race. That begins to sound much like Rainbow Dash's story but mine was actually the opposite. I had never talked to that kid. But my only presence was enough signal for him. My brother told me not to give importance to that stupid non-sense rivalry, and instead go slow ride with him. But I didn't listen, I just wanted to put that show-off on his place. So at one time we both coincided at the start of the street, I accelerated and one second later I heard the sound of the engine revving. He accepted my tacit challenge and began to chase me. Suddenly, I was spinning my foot faster than I had ever done. Of course the other kid didn't had to put any effort, so I thought the victory was mine if he wasn't able to surpass me, even considering the 1 s advantage in my favor. We passed next to my brother at great speed. Well come on, maybe it was not that fast, but it was for both of us. I heard the small engine going crazy and crying with a very high pitch. Maybe he had never driven so fast. And my bike didn't had gears, so I had to spin the pedals as a tornado to go fast. But trying to maintain control over the pedals at that cadence was hard. And dangerous... At one moment, I heard the sound of my rival's engine went low. Had I left him behind? Had he resigned? Had the motorcycle have some problem? The speed was considerable at that time and I was putting so much force on the pedals that my small bike began to lose stability. But anyway, I was curious about how his face was like. I wanted to look aat his eyes and tell him with a sight: I'm winning, motherfucker! So I took the wrong decision at the wrong moment. I turned my face to watch behind and my foot missed the pedal and hit the pavement. Instantly, I lost control over the other foot, and both pedals spinned as the blades of a blender, hiting my legs and making a knot with them. I wish I could have a tape of that, I guess it was funny. But not for me back then. When I realized, I was on the ground after a violent fall that made me kiss at least 20 ft of the asphalt. Even as stunned as I was, my whole body hurt and everything was blurry and spinning around me. I heard the laughter of the other kid, mixing in my mind with the revving of his engine (I suppose he fled, feeling as a victor). My brother helped me to stand up and return home. I couldn't stop damning that stupid asshole (opponent or not, he could at least care for my crash, right?). I didn't broke anything important, but i had several superficial wounds and stained all my clothes with blood. I was still in anger, blaming my rival and planning a strong revenge to fool him in public. But then I looked at my birthmark. It was blooding. I became very sad because, well, a birthmark could be one's real pride. It was then when I realized... If I had been a good sport and didn't have looked back, I would have won the race. So, I took this as a lesson for the life. Many times you will compete, and even sometimes it will be for your own honor, that's not bad. But even in that occasions, you must not look back to your rival when you're winning to make fun of him. Life could turn events 180°, and you may end on the ground and the other person at the peak. My birthmark healed, but never recovered its original form perfectly. Now, it has a subtle scar of different colour. So up to this day, everytime I'm winning in something, I look to my mark and remeber that those who disrespect, lose.
  2. Now that I come to think of it, this is the very first time I speak about how I met your mother MLP. By 2014, I had already heard something about the show/toys/whatever it was, I didn't care, but I had the vague impression that some adults had some sympathy for it, enough to make fun of it. I had seen Fluttershy's yay face and stuff like that, occasionaly showing up in random posts on the internet. "Losers everywhere", I thought. Suddenly, one day, clicking on related videos on YouTube, BOOM I crashed with this which is nothing but one minute of a smiling "lol dunno" Pinkie Pie smoothly getting closer to the camera while Careless Whisper's sax sounds in the background. After a first wut da fac impression, I realized this was not made by a child and probably neither by a girl. So this was the first time I made myself this question: (lol even it fits well because of the small pinkie). However, I still thought that it was disgusting that grown men gave popularity to a show that I believed it was like... a cartoon version of I-Carly or this kind of series where feminine personalities are just insufferable, fake, materialists, showy, laugh, cry or shout for everithing, etc. So I forgot about the whole thing and contnued with my life. Last year, 2014, I had a break up that hurt me a lot at the moment. Several months had passed by and I had not been able to find some other interest that helped me to keep going. One night, when I was alone, I took advantage of that and searched on Google one thing that had been on my mind for weeks, but I had never searched because I didn't want anyone else to see me watching anything related with the subject. I took my first voluntary step to get closer with that pony thing, at least at a scientifical level. I typed: my little pony phenomenon Inmediately, lots of posts and blogs about that appeared. I learned that there were many grown men called bronies who liked the show for its supposedly good plot (this word had only one meaning to me back then), humor, character develoment, blah blah blah, I wouldn't understand until I judged by myself. So I changed to Google images. They say one image result page says more than 1000 word sites, and that your brain is programmed to fell in love at first sight with people or things you are "compatible" with. So, when I watched the memes, the excerpts of fan comics, the snapshots from episodes... I said man, this thing looks funny. Girly, but funny. It was not the "girls let's put make up and go shopping" I was expecting. So I watched a video of a dude explaining why MLP was such a great show. I'd say I owe him my conversion. He did very well contrasting G4 vs previous generations and typical girl cartoons of the last century, how MLP included smart references to popular culture elements which a small girl would not get, how the characters are so psychologically human-like that in fact many men were infatuated in love with them, how the situations were interesting and creative, even the not adverturous ones. He also explained what MLP had that other contemporary shows did not. In brief, he convinced me that it was rather a pleasant cartoon to watch. So, it was done, now I was interested in learning more from the show, though I was still ashamed of even considering watching an episode. I was specially interested on that tomboyish blue pegasus with the messy colorful hair. Of course, he put the scene when she saves Rarity from falling, so during some days I watched tons of images and memes of Rainbow Dash, that cool equine with an aerodynamic figure and an awesome voice and attitude. Eventually, I told my younger siblings that I was very intrigated of why do adult men watched MLP, so I could watch videos about the series without damaging my public image xD. The moment I realized I needed to admit to everybody that I found all that stuff kind of funny was when I watched this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pABT_89XhMM. It was not even too hilarious, it was just likeable, pleasant to look at. I showed the video to them, and they agreed with me. I kept on watching funny moments compilations until I decided I had enough and I needed to watch an entire episode. The first episode I watched was Testing Testing, 1, 2, 3. When I was done I felt I needed more. It was like a drug. When I had watched about 3 or 4 random episodes I said to myself, "hey, why don't you watch the series from the beginning?" "No wait, do you actually like it? Not only interested but you enjoy the show and want to follow the story in order?" And I answered to myself: EEYUP! And that's how Equestria was made.
  3. Maybe "nephew" doesn't mean in Equestria what we occidentals undestand. Like the case of the use of the word "cousin" by the ancient hebrews, who gave it a meaning like " non inmediate relative". My theory is that Prince Blueblood is indeed a far relative of the Regal Sisters, maybe a member of a distant side of the royal house. This variable is independent of whether or not he is adopted, but my personal believe is that he is. Or maybe, he was born in his part of the Royal House but raised by Celestia (as Luna was in exile), not as an adopted child, but as a pupil for political/practical reasons (he may reside in Canterlot while being trained to be an ambassador or whaterver). Any way, I think this is obviously a little plot mistake by the crew of MLP:FIM, but my explanation to cover it is that "nephew" in Equestrian culture doesn't has the same meaning that in Human culture. Or, maybe it has different meanings depending on the situation. In that case, it could mean like "protege". Why not?
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