Randimaxis

The only microphone I currently have access to is the one on my phone - I guess I should ask if this would still be acceptable, or if you'd need someone with better quality equipment?

BAH WEEP GRANAH WEEP NINI BHANG!

@Lightwing x @JonasDarkmane = BBBFF (Best Battlin' Brony Frenemies Forever) @PathfinderCS x @Fhaolan = The Workhorse Brigade @Lektra Bolt x @Denim&Venom = Most awkward-yet-entertaining RP pair (Lektra / Luster) @Dark Qiviut x @Trottermare Galamane = Renaissance Pony Pair (Logic & Art)

- Mid-Morning - Ponyville - Fluttershy's Cottage - ... and when the butterscotch squirrels decided to name me the Floopiest Floopy What Ever Done Flooped, we spun around and around and around, over and over, until the crumbs fell off the edge of the world... ... ohhhhhhh, what a beauuuuuuu-teh-full MORRRRRRRR-NINNNNNNNNNNN'... ... another cookie from the Timberwolf Fairy Queen, Mrs. Nesbit? Why, I'm positively STUFFED - couldn't eat another smidge, I assure you. My sincerest apologies to the entire Pancake Kingdom, and the Five Knights of the Flibbertyjibbit... It took a moment, but something about what he was hearing finally stabbed through the hazy miasma of unconsciousness. He was only just becoming vaguely aware that he had, in fact, not died. The matter had been up for debate for a moment by all the individual organs roaming around inside the draconequus' noodly form. Though his vital parts seemed to be hunky-dory, there were a number of dissenting opinions from the representatives of Heart, Spine and Extremities... and Head was still in the process of trying to even acknowledge the whole 'still alive' thing. However, ears worked rather well - which was when the connection between voice and pony collided with each other so fiercely, it made his noggin throb. He opened one eye and swiveled the red dot of his iris across the sea of yellow to lock on his dear, earnest friend. She looked so worried about him, and that alone was enough to make him smile inside. Outside, might be a moment more... but mentally, he was lapping it up like a kitten with cream. A chaotic, unpredictable kitten with vast magical ability... but still a kitten. "Ohhhhhh... did anyone... get the license plate number... of that zeppelin?" Rubbing his head with a paw while his claw supported his weight, Discord pulled himself into a sitting position - regretting it instantly, as his back gave a twinge of real pain when he twisted to get comfortable. He also didn't quite feel... all that awake, still. Kinda tired. Achey. Puffy-AND-bleary-eyed. Honestly, he just felt... drained... But regardless, he still had enough presence of mind to realize that he would have to keep his head on and wits sharp about this; with everything that had been going on, he'd never told ANYONE about his exploits with Lektra, working to save Equestria behind the scenes... uncharacteristic, due to his usually brash, arrogant and bragging nature - but that's why it works: It's completely unexpected of Discord to help without accolades or recompense - hence the reason he did it. He wanted to tell her... about everything. She'd understand, wouldn't she? Perhaps she could even give some advice, or maybe demonstrate what she's-... But he couldn't. He KNEW he couldn't, because then she would possibly become the target instead of him... or worse, BECAUSE of him; Discord would rather be the one to suffer, as long as it meant his dear Fluttershy didn't have to. "Well, if it isn't... *cough* my dearest friend and companion... here to cure my ails and ease my suffering, no doubt?" He smiled broadly, displaying the fact of a couple of teeth missing. "I certainly hope you don't think... I did this on purpose... because I swear to you, I had NO idea that dragons could... get so upset!" "I mean, REALLY - what's a few harmless jokes at someone's expense? So what if that someone just happens to be a dragon? Not... not my f-fault if they can't take a good ribbing!" He actually disliked lying to her - Tirek had made him do it once, and he'd swore he'd never do it again - but he didn't want to put his best (and perhaps only true) friend in jeopardy... so he had to compromise. He just hoped she'd take the bait, and would simply scold him and be done with it. As long as any other pony didn't show up to bollix his story, things would work out fine. ...meanwhile... - Mid-Morning - Baltimare - The Museum of Magical Wonders Baton Blitz watched as the jet black crystalline growth slowly crept up his barrel, making a beeline for covering his entire head. He continued, undaunted (well, perhaps a LITTLE daunted...) in his bid to try crawling to the alarm button before this stuff, whatever it was, completely sealed around him. Everywhere it touched felt like ice water, rapidly freezing whatever extremity it lit on and simultaneously making him so very tired... it would just be the simplest thing in all the world to just... close his eyes... NO!!! His spirit flared, and the set look of determination on his muzzle said he wasn't giving up just yet. The sign for the 'Equestrian Historical Preservation Presentation' hung askew from its' frame, and the destruction all around him made him even angrier; all the time he'd spent guarding this place, all for naught as his eyes rolled over the ruined paintings, broken pottery and otherwise smashed artifacts from all over Equestria's fair lands. He'd lost this battle... but he'd be a donkey's uncle before he gave up the proverbial war. As he reached the wall where the shiny little display case covered the red button marked "Break Glass In Emergency", he looked back over his onyx-encrusted flank to see if that... that... THING was there, watching his slow progress towards- IT WAS THREE STEPS BEHIND HIM. Baton let out a yelp of surprise, then turned to the button and lifted a hoof... Lifted a hoof... Lifted... ... The black substance had finally covered enough of his torso and forelegs to render them immobile, and he was mere inches from the button! He agonized internally for a moment, then swiveled his head to face the wall and, with a comically large backswing, he slammed his forehead into the wall. The glass broke, and the button depressed - and a shrill ringing pierced the morning air, the cry of victory for the unsung museum guard. He smiled defiantly as the onyx crystal substance closed over his muzzle, leaving him a perfect, pitch black statue.

When it's El DOORado. Nifty six picks up sticks to fix... or do you ask them to nix?

NOH - BLUUUUUUUE WHAAAAAAALLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *ahem* Are you... *dramatic music sting* A CABBAGE OR SOMETHING!?!??

>POP!< Hiya folks - noticed this sitting here, so I though it miiiiiiiiiight be better received if I pick it up and put it over here, in the Merch section, with the other stuff like it. Okay, carry on! Pay me no mind! ... lurk, lurk, lurk...

Well, my first name is Matthew... but Matt for short. Second is Scot - yes, with ONE 'T', because I was named for my Scottish heritage. And the last one is Grant - like a $50, but far more broke. As for how sexy it is..? *hysterical laughter*

8/10 Very folksy, which my father was a folk musician, so this is wonderful!

I prefer the term 'Ponyite' instead of 'Brony', but will accept either from someone else in reference to myself.

"She just... j-just collapsed! I swear, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her! We'd met, and she looked as though she'd POP, she was so excited! We were in my shed, and she simply tried to look at everything and everywhere at once - it was like she was possessed! Well... not so much as possessed, but more like she was a lit fuse about to catch fire on its' own!" Silver looked worried, and her anxiousness was evident as she paced rapidly, her eyes flicking from the doctor to the filly and back again. "Please... can you do anything for her?" Vylia seemed relieved that she wasn't losing her guest over Luther's words (oh, and she'd have plenty of words for HIM later), and she smiled as brightly as she could manage. "It's an absolutely WON-derful idea! Lots of opportunities to mingle, carouse and show my family what a REAL gathering should be like!" Oglevy's eyes seemed to spark, and his wicked little smile grew wider; somepony was going to experience his 'hospitality', there was not a single doubt in his mind of that. Dax nodded with a plastic smile on his muzzle, yet as soon as he had a chance, he looked to Low Key and passed along a worried, anxious expression. It was obvious that Dax most certainly knew how to behave... yet he had serious misgivings about the rest of his family. Vylia put on her most calm & collected expression and turned to her guest. "Luther... has always been..." she seemed to be trying to find a better word, but when she thought back on how he'd insulted her guest, her own expression fell into a scowl, not unlike her husband, "... a stubborn oaf - he never HAS cared much for the art of Socializing, the big ox!" Dax's eyes bugged a bit at that, while Oglevy gave a slight giggle. "Well, if HE thinks I'm simply going to take that attitude of his when there's actually somepony here to be insulted by such!? HA!" She snapped her head to one side, her luxurious mane whipping to meet her shoulder as she fixed Carnelian with a determined look. "You will most certainly have your soiree, Viscountess - and Luther will simply have to DEAL WITH IT." The look on Dax's face said he was quite afraid that his father most certainly would.

Eeyup. *tips hat* Hiya, there!

Nebula

Void

Black

Canals

A few times already since the re-joining! Hiya! *waves frantically*

Amazon

Usually, I wait for three replies before I do the thing... but seeing as we seem to be running short, I'll reply by tonight to those whom have responded.

*sitting at computer, begins to reminisce* *smiles as the good times come flooding back* *begins to realize how long those days have been gone* *wipes away a tear as the realization settles in* *tears begin flowing as memory makes way for longing* *crying intensifies as the fact hits home* *those days being gone settle in* *hugging self with nostalgia* *breaks down sobbing as the wall of memories falls apart* *cries far more than originally surmised*

From what I see, what you have here is great. The necklace & crown are a nice touch! (Maybe a gold sash and/or gold boots would go well too? Just brainstorming; don't mind me.)