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Okay, bear with me here... It would appear to be just a typical sitcom at first - centered around what appears to be a kind but somewhat nervous guy, who might take some guff from life, but he tends to be resilient and humble about it. However, at one point in the story, one of the other characters asks him about playing "The Game", which is where this show ends up being different... The aforementioned protagonist runs a 'diceless game' that many of his friends and neighbors are involved in, in some manner - usually with their own characters. The show is shot in live-action, but when they begin to 'game', the show turns to animation, where the scenes played through are turned into a cartoon for the audience's visual pleasure, with folks voicing their own characters, while the protagonist voices all the rest (would need a decent VA for the lead). Usually, the 'game' sequence would have something to do with whatever dilemma has occurred in the live-action portion (usually by situational reinterpretation), and the actions taken during the animated portion would help the character in question find a solution to their issue. And for that reason, the protagonist would be important to the other folks involved; playing the wise sage by simply being a DAMN good GM. Well... whaddya think?

Wonderful! You'll make a great addition to the herd! Here ya go, soon-to-be-possible-new-friend... have a Rarity:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGoXkAhEB2Q

Yeah, Big Jim got his hat find out where it's at not hustlin' people strange to you... ... even if you DO got a two-piece, custom-made pool cue.

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Creeptastic

... no Creedence Clearwater Revival?

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Banned for thinking it's funny. Banned for being jealous of my time machine.

Who I absolutely HATE? Well... that's a STRONG sentiment. I mean, there are characters that I tolerate, characters that I disagree with, and characters that just aren't any good; but HATE? Well - there IS a character that, no matter how they're portrayed, I can NEVER seem to find any possible like or even grudging acceptance for... ... it would be THIS sack of horse manure. No sympathy at all for him - not even in fanfics that try to make him "sympathetic"; drop the 'sym' part, and that's how I feel. *takes gloves off, rolls sleeves up* ... them's fightin' words, yo. *glares* Don't makes me SCHOOL ya. (Kidding with ya, Kyoshi - I just had to defend Ol' Discy; no actual threat or slander intended. No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited. See store for details.)

Banned because you said something French.

Just doing as asked.

Splendiferous.

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Oh, Sweet Luna's Crown, WHERE do I begin... *sigh* Okay, here goes... just, uhm... t-t-try not to think of me TOO differently after this... but as a kid, I would: chew my toenails, then chew up the nail & swallow it grind unpopped popcorn kernels between my teeth flip a full-sized wooden stool over my head with my feet like a circus performer while I watched TV eat an ENTIRE gallon jar of blue cheese dressing with crackers at one sitting. Repeatedly. hummed to match the pitch of the AC unit's drone nibbled on aloe leaves from the plant in my backyard (NOT recommended) hid & ate the whole contents of an entirely brand new tub of paste during the course of a school year (minty!) painted my fingernails and toenails with White Out disassembled & reassembled my G.I. Joes in different ways (then gave them new code names) (sorta) straightened my Slinky (because Egon did it) peed in my neighbors' bushes, because I thought I could mark territory like a wolf pick my nose and try to intentionally wipe it on someone else's desk/chair/backpack because it was a chance to practice ninja stealth techniques play my father's oldies records backwards with my speaker in the window, sharing with the neighborhood touched every fifth pole I would pass in any given parking lot or storefront beatbox. In public. For no reason other than boredom. lick my upper lip, then sniff it hide a box of the darkest dirt I'd ever dug up in my closet because I thought it would be worth more money than light dirt kept scaring our neighbor by moving his beagle from his backyard to his RV... (that poor guy thought it was the dog somehow doing it by himself) memorized commercial jingles and tried to actively seek out/create situations I could use them in tape recorded my relatives doing their own 'commercials' over the phone on my mixtapes made mixtapes where song lyrics were strung together to make compilation sentences and funny segues taught myself how to play "The Time Warp" on my keyboard... then learned to play it using all 200 beat styles gave my hands and arms hickeys, due to idly sucking on my arm while I watched TV wrapped ice cubes in my shirt, then chewed them up (which RUINS shirts, by the way) kept my fortune cookie fortunes in my sock drawer, then burned the old fortune whenever I got a new one believe cigarettes were made of shredded leather make little stand-ups of paper people in class, then play with them under my desk and eat them when class ended (destroy the evidence!) carry around an old-timey doctor's bag to hold my textbooks in for school (got a LOT of teasing over that one... but it was ROOMY in there!) would slip under the bleachers during P.E. to feed ants to the spiders living there mixed tea, orange juice and milk together and drank the HELL out of it had a collection of "nifty junk" that I'd found on countless roadsides had an ENORMOUS keyring, filled with every key I'd ever found that wasn't mine hid in the round clothing racks at the local K-Mart, then jumped out & scared unsuspecting customers (they banned me after the third incident) used the pulltabs of soda cans as 'grenade pins', and tried to convince others I had a live grenade in my pocket swallowed a moth in school for money... a LIVE moth. pulled the used gum from under my desk and made a golf ball-sized ABC Gumball - which I threw out of a bus window and cracked an oncoming car's windshield with carried a piece of quartz around with me because I thought it was a moon rock (which, of course, it wasn't) ate dog biscuits for the SOLE purpose of freaking other people out ... aaaaaaaand that's just a SAMPLE; the full list might be a whole page unto itself - I'll spare you anything further, fellow Ponyites.

Well... what about a washrag? Plastic wrap? (As previously mentioned) a newspaper? Blueblood's tail? A large towel? Butt floss? Maybe have a special, small fountain commissioned, then use it as a bidet? River water? ... but as to the purpose of the whole thing, I'd say I could doo- I MEAN, DO without paper for my butt. I'd MISS it, yeah... but if it meant I get to live in Equestria, no problem for me.

The thread title speaks of a lack of TOILET PAPER... it says nothing about gloves being unavailable, too.

Sir, I salute you. People like you make me chucklesnort. Y'know... all this talk of toilet paper, going back and forth and such... and I'm all over here, like: "Really? Toilet paper? Folks are debating leaving friggin' Equestria over TOILET PAPER? Sheesh, y'all... what d'you think folks did BEFORE toilet paper? They used their thumbs, washed the crap off, then shook with the other hand. Poop on my thumb, yeah - but that thumb resides on my hand, connected to my body, which gets to live in MARETHERFORKIN' EQUESTRIA!" *headshake* ... toilet paper... *incredulous giggling*

You have ABBA... this blog is officially 20% cooler. As for Aerosmith... bravo, but couldn't you even have used ONE of their pre-80's tunes? I mean, Toys In The Attic was a MONSTER of an alb-... ... no, y'know what? Don't mind me at all - this is YOUR blog, and those were what came to YOUR mind when you thought of the bands in question. Rock on, fellow Ponyite.

Dip blinked, then simply said, "I don't shooty-shoot no guns; guns awways bring troubles, so I don't uses 'em. But," he smiled again, "I can helps you get lotsa bullits! Sure! We can make a game uvvit! Yeah! Whoever gets the mostest bullits wins, okay? Can we do dat? Hunh?" Dip hadn't played games with anypony but the children who WOULD play with him... except... for those children that were at... Dip shook his head as if he had a bee in his helmet, then simply smiled his smile at Odair. "Okie dokie lokie, Oakie! We're gonna get all sortsa bullits, an' den we can has Radscorpy Steaks an' havva REAL Story Time! Oh, I'm SO glad I finded you folks - it feels really, reeeeeeally good ta have someone to talk at!" He followed Odair down the stairs again, and back down to the shop floor. Following dutifully along like a little lost puppy, he found himself in the gun store before he even noticed. Once he DID, however... he gave any and all guns and rifles a B-I-I-I-G berth as he walked past them, his eyes locked on them until he figured he was safely away from even remotely possibly touching them. Dip shivered before he finally managed to pull his fearful eyes away from the gun racks. Dip forgot all about the guns. "OOOOOH! OH BOY OH BOY OHHHHHH BOY! I thought we was gonna wait for steaks an' stuff - but Story Time NOW!?!?" He let out a foalish giggle and began searching all the shelves and boxes he could see; he wasn't gonna come in last place, no sirree!

No song - I just made up something on the spot; didn't really fit anything I'd heard before, it was just one of those mosaic musicals, so to speak. *chuckle*