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What I'm Thinking (God why do i keep coming here, People are going to hate me for this) Now, what i was thinking before that, were unimaginably, downright, to the max, psychotically strange thoughts. Things, that would make you think, the one before the bit at the top was this: "I wonder if Butterfly's can sneeze?"

I'll Accept that, but he will need a catalyst for such 'curses' and 'enchantments'. (Also, if anyone noticed i said i was going to sleep earlier, sleep deprivation's a bitch)

*Tips hat* "Welcome Aboard, Sit down, have a drink, we'll get right to the good part." Jus' Cause I'm Bored, Let's Open Now.

OOC: https://mlpforums.com/topic/142439-a-gloom-darkness-looming/ Scratching a living off the floor of Plethora Fallows under city hadn't made a good pony out of many. Even the ones who could scavange the best cans of accidentally thrown away food couldn't find the best tech. And those who could, barely had enough food in their bellies to work the tech they had. Though most were in between, others were dying from their self grafted enhancments. That or dehydration and starvation. Aztec stiffens at the sound of hoof steps, no-pony knew where he lived. No pony down here knew where no pony lived. If they did, they'd most likely all kill one another. The Earth pony shifts into the shadows of his derelict cement pipe home. Some pony was coming, they followed him, he's sure of it. Reaching back to the hoof crafted blade he had glued to the pipe, he begins to breath with essence. If he had to kill them, he damn well would. Nothing stopping him, there was no law down here. Physically, no law. If you wanted something, you'd either trade, steal or kill for it. The steps stop abruptly. As though noticing something, there's a chuckle. Damn, they found his traps, the sound of the string being plucked is audible even from down here. Aztec grits his teeth, waiting for the inevitable bag sound of his makeshift weapon, hidden behind a piece of plywood. "Oh this is too easy," the invader says, hefting their weapon to cut the string. A loud plunk followed by the sound of a weapon exploding signals the most likely death of that idiot. Aztec lets go of the blade, not wanting to break the thin laer of glue holding it up. He crawls out, several slicking droplets of oily water flowing down the side of his grey face. He notices, using it to slick his hair into a different way. Coughing signals that the pony is still alive, in pain and possibly still partly on fire. Aztec sighs, collecting a bent piece of piping from the wall to bash the pony's head in. Thinking simply one thought; 'At least I get his stuff.'

I'll Accept that then. @Key Sharkz

@Key Sharkz Could you explain to me (Preferably in PM form, though here's fine) What exactly a NEO changling is, though i assume it has a matrix-ish effect. I'd still like slightly better info. (Nice look though.)

People aren't gonna find me very interesting with this reply, but I'd say Mic The Microphone. Sure, tell me that sounds cheesy, but you look fro brony music for six months and find nothing better than the set we've got. And that guy that makes music videos for the really horrible fanfictions.

Welcome Aboard, I'll Start the RP Tomorrow (My Time) around 4:42 PM (Your probably all hours ahead of me), that's if I knock off work early. Otherwise you may have to wait for a bit so I can get back. Hopefully more people will join this charade before then. Or I'll start sooner, Depends really.

RP: https://mlpforums.com/topic/142504-a-gloom-darkness-looming/ In milennia far after the princesses, after the elements, discord and sombra, chrysalis and tirek. Ponies live seperate to one another. Griffin's, Unicorns, the fairer of races live at the height of society, in a mass metal city, far in the clouds. Keeping the 'filth' at the bottom. Building of the misery of those poor and unabe to gain power in politics and the like. Pegasi, Earth Pony, Donkey, Zebra and the like races are left in the muck, the sewage pits, festering with corpses of those unable to be healed with the items dumped through the chutes. There are few of the above classes and races that are down in this gangrenous wound on Equestria. The entirety of this City's existence, a pus filled boil on Equestria's Once Beliefs. Other cities like this stand tall, but this one is where there will be change, where a downtrodden will rise. To raze the cities to the ground, or to build them higher. The roads ahead are long. Yet you, and those around you know one thing. One thing alone; there is no rest for those wicked enough to rise above their festering soul. ___________________ Hello my chums, Welcome to A Gloom Darkness, Looming. It holds the watered down story of one of my many Sci-fi fictions here on my computer. Never going to publish them, just ponify. Anyway, the story is based at the base of the city named Plethora Fallows. The largest, and most grueling city out of the many dotting Equis. You can play as one of the many mythical races, ranging from unicorn to gargoyle. Though, MLP Doesn't have gargoyles, i suspect, they are still allowed. I must inform you, that this RP will have several different features that may, or may not upset several people. There is an element of Death here, your characters can die, gruesome deaths (Within MLPForums Rules.). But moving onwards. The rules are simple. 1.) Godmodders, are forbidden. This an RP forum, not [information Voided] Centeral. 2.) This is not an RPG, you don't need to keep track of items and cash, you can, but you don't need to. 3.) Make your posts grammatically correct, it's pedestrian to make a mistake, I know, but try not to. 4.) There is only two ways to move forwards in the plot line, you cannot make your own, unless you ask first, then maybe. Depending on how well it can go. That's it for the rules. Now, onto the method of joining. First of all, i should mention, there is clothing. So you can be dressed, but i highly doubt anyone will do that. Now, to join, simply fill out this application: Name: Race: Appearance: Abilities: Yes, just Four things. Your making them, that's all i need to know really. You're probably going to get in, but, if your character is too able... Well they may be rejected. There is no needed Congruency of posts, just try to post at least once every 2-3 days. Also, I don't get christmas off work, so if i go missing. I promise on my honor as a Brony (Pretty big promise.) That i will get back ASAP. I also apologize in advance to if that may happen. Also, Here's My Character: Name: Aztec Race: Earth Pony Appearance: A tall, shaggy character, a set of tattered rags and a light, mis-match set of hairs covering his chin give him the appearance of a scavenging hobo. His hair is thick, seemingly moist and black from the grease spitting from the lower city pipe lines. That he seems so attached to, he is missing several teeth, his others seemingly covered with the grease from the pipes, and his self preformed skin graft from his back to his neck has left him with quiet a large scar in both locations. He has badly grafted and non-functional bionics, such as an intergrated tool set that fails to do anything more than itch. The voice remodulator produces a light lump shape in the side of his throat, also giving his voice a creepy robotic creakyness to it. Abilities: Adding to his scummy look is his scummy ability to weasle out of nearly anything, he has several technical pieces of kit and knows well enough how to remove a door's code panel and force it to open. Also adding in his favour is his knack for 'finding' shiny and at most times worthless and useless objects. Though this works against him with his oddly truthful psyche, and his tendency to blurt out several things he knows when under anxiety.

Monopoly... Scratch that, Arena Elder Scrolls Vol. 1 Wolfenstein New Order, or Wolfenstein?

Have you ever lost a tooth while eating an apple? ... ... ... ... ... What? I'm Serious.

My Ringtone Is; Target Earth - VOIVOD Well a clip of it anyway.

You'd Better Believe It. Inept.

7/10 -2 for tea sipping. -2 for smiling while doing it. +1 for the suit

Alpaca brain *Gags*, not really, Schi, i've said it many times so far. Five more and someone's going to put a picture of it. i Bet. To the next person I ask: How many hairs do ponies have on their entire body?

Mine Will probably be; Don't Stop Me Now - Queen. I'll probably die in a train accident. Probably.

Schooner. Favourite Edgar Allen Poe Poem?

If you haven't read this guy's theory about Equestria, then probably just showing up here. And his almost cynnical sounding speaking method. Also, cause he has... Light... Blue... eyes?

Aren't you already naked?

Meanwhile, Within the compound's main building, in a room buried under the earth. Several soldiers hold a scuffle with a troublesome Omega, him holding them back simply with his uncovered hand. Not that he had the ability to push the back with telekinesis. That would be far too great an ability to even concieve of. No, they stand away from him, with a determined fear, scolded into their brains. Basilio Edawulf Dursk, was to not touch their bare skin, or any organic matter attached to them, cured into a non rotting material or not. His ability would make that a laughable suggestion. One of the soldiers manages to hit him with a batton, in the solar-plexus. Even though it does about as much as a pistol would do to an aircraft carrier. They still manage to subdue him for the nessecary purpose. He thrashes in the cuffs placed on him. Shouting swears in a deep, booming voice. Swears of his motherland, Russia, from his home of St.Petersburg. The shackles soon subdue him, several needles pushing through the skin. Basilio wasn't a violent subject when they had first brought him here, being an Ex-Predator had made him rather cool tempered towards the guards. Even after the first eleven years incareration by the entirety of the Predator organization, he was completely mellow. Even though they didn't give him cutlery, having his food rot as he eat it. The only time he had acted up before, was when Victor had told him that they needed to let their scientists take a little look at him. Nothing transpired while he was out cold, but eigheen guards were much worse off than they had been prior to entering the cell. "I Refuse," He says, standing adamantantly, staring coldly at the guard in front of him. Even though he had been injected with enough muscle relaxant to kill a horse, he would still be able to fight back if they tried to move him forcefully. But most times he refuses to be moved by passive resistance. Some of the guards regarded him as a child. A very heavy child, that liked throwing tantrums. This conflict was because the facilities medical staff wished to, as they would joke 're-enbalm' him. But it was rather to prevent him from moving into further stages of rot. As his entire body refused to repair its self, simply falling apart. They had stopped giving him pain medicine because he would state that it only 'made it worse'. Sighing, the guard signals in a small, almost asian lady. Dressed in a red skirted suit, obviously an Omega conformed to the Predators. "Hello Miz Black." The lady shakes her head, and points down the hallway. Away from the cell. Basilio starts to make the excuse of not wanting to go, the small lady clapping her hands together. "NOW!" The lady shouts, stomping her foot. Physically, the giant of a man took a step back. Not out of fear, but from what the lady had done. Being an Omega she had the ability to effect mind, making them feel off balance. Though this made her rather dull in other ways, as being unable to freely do anything. Ever since the Predators 'reformed' her. Basilio sighs, following the command. Moving down the hallway for the doctors to 'repair' him.

For daring to question, the unquestionable.

That answer hurt my soul.

*chuckles and hugs* "You Got Me Goooood."