Quinch

I, uh. Wait, what? Do you mean Arabs?

I'd have to say Braid, though I haven't seen all that much hate for it. The flak I've seen it get was for being "pretentious" and, I'll be honest, I thought it was too. But the thing is, it's more about what people read into it and wasn't there - because sometimes, not everything is meaningful and some things are there just to be pretty.

I'd have to say, I'd sooner give up chocolate than cheese. It would hurt, though. Like, a lot. Inside. In the empty void of my mouth that would otherwise be filled with chocolate.

@Seamore Sandwich, @Quinch, @SugarfootWillie, @Blitz Boom [Ponyville] Quinch looked up at the opening portal in the sky, and the half-dozen new arrivals. None of them looked like locals, although given the current sample pool of this particular mess, "locals" was beginning to look like an iffy concept. With any luck, they were here to help with the damage - his little maneuver seemed to distract the thing, but he had no way of telling whether or not they were actually even making a dent in it. If they were minions, on the other hand, well... he really didn't want more complications.

Breadbox buddy! Gridder here. I remember playing it with my dad.

@@Seamore Sandwich, Gotcha. I'm not aware of the other group, though, what's happening there? Also, does the Forgotten One have legs?

My thoughts? In short, Undertale doesn't live up to the hype, but that reflects more on the hype than the game.

Hmmm. Sure, why the heck not? I'm the_quinch.

Hmm, story writing isn't my forte - I think the only fanfic I ever wrote was before Season 2, but I'll be keeping an eye out on any entries.

I finally posted, sorry for the delay everyone.

@Seamore Sandwich, @Quinch, @SugarfootWillie, @Blitz Boom [Ponyville] Quinch looked up at the towering creature, trying to ignore the protests of his body, complaining about the pain like an angry parent seeing the aftermath of a house party. He wasn't sure what was happening with the two biters, but whatever it was, it seemed to be working, with others joining in as well. "Copy that," he said to Miles. "Just keep my eyes on him." He paused. "Heh." A cape would have probably have said something more pithy, or at least catchy. He focused on trying to figure out whether or not it would even work. The monster was intangible, but still somewhat physical, and getting more and more so. Still, it was either try something or sit twiddling his thumbs while other people dealt with the grungework. It was tempting, though. He heard his suit go "pop" softly, as the giant dent in it started to smooth out, excruciatingly slowly, like a balloon being re-inflated by a toddler. He didn't have time to wait for it to reset fully, though, especially as a hand materialized, reaching for one of the ponies underneath. He took a step back, leaping upwards on the rocket boots - not towards the hand, not towards the body, but up like an arrow, one arm stretched out, other at his hip, heading straight towards its giant face as though planning to punch his way through. As though. Mere meters away from his target, he threw his other fist at it. The fist full of dirt. He didn't wait to see the reaction, instead twisting in midair in a breakneck corkscrew turn, his inertia carrying him the rest of the way through as he cranked the thrusters into redline. He didn't know what effect it would have, but if there was any connection between this thing and the material world, dirt, sand and gravel being rocket-blasted into its giant eyes should have gotten its attention. He killed the thrusters a moment later, dropping towards the ground like a stone, and hitting in in a perfect three-point, still heaving from the earlier impact.

Yes, but I'm told it's perfectly normal for a boy my age.

Yeah, I'll sneak in a post today. It's been... a rantworthy week.

MP3.com rings a bell. It's there, but not really since it got sued and AOL bought out the domain.

I will say that I havent seen Frozen, so I cant make ckmparisons between the two. I will say, however, that the Lion King has a terrible moral. Think about it - theres a circle of life and everyone has their place in it. And if your place happens to be scavenging others leftovers and you do anything to elevate yourself, everything will turn into a barren wasteland. Its a beautiful movie, but the toneseems to fit best with the 1800s.