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Legend of Zelda: A Link to The Past

Hey, sorry to cause all the confusion, shame on me. Please burn me at the nearest stake. :scoots: Anyways, I've got some stuff just came up with school and my family, and I'm gonna be on a small hiatus for a little while. I get really stressed out when I'm writing, so I don't need RP's that I've gotta keep up with on top of what's going on... I don't really want to talk about what's going on, but no one is dead, so you don't need to worry about that. Just write in that I got killed or something. Sorry that I caused all that confusion, and that I haven't been posting, I just need to take a break, because life is currently happening to me and I don't like it XD Jeez, I sound like a canadian. Sorry. Anywho, I'm gonna go calm myself. Sorry!

You're asking the wrong pony.

Name: Ross Age: 14 Gender: Male Country: U.S.A (Florida) Likes: Pones, Anime, Video Games of all shapes and sizes, Music of all shapes and sizes, Dexter, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Computers, Roleplaying, Rapidly Changing Conversation (Conversation with topics that change a lot), People who can put up with my attention span, Reading, this emoji Dislikes: Math, Rice, Spiders, Hater potaters, People who can't put up with my attention span, boring conversation, Hobbies: Gaming, Reading, Breathing, Rapidly Changing Conversation Other Info: I have ADHD, so if you can deal with that, or also have it, I'm your guy! I also support the LGBT community. I'm not a hardcore gamer (I'm not very good at them tbh) and I'm not an artist. I can't draw at all. I make frequent John Cena jokes. I have a serious passion for ramen noodles. Grape. My PSN is Rossman01, on ps3.

Watching Dexter!! Best show ever!

OMG this is so cute, i like your art style!

That makes sense, but the new controller makes it seen like a completely different game. It isn't the signature GH controller. If I could use the original controller, I'd be all for it. But with a new controller, they might as well be making a completely different series.

Alabaster ran. He ran with all the might that his legs could wield. He ran with a passion. A passion for survival. The Trotters... They were slow, but they were everywhere. That was the tricky part. Manehattan was a maze. A maze of skyscrapers. Alabaster didn't know how to fight, he knew how to deal cards. And as he ran from the beasts behind him, above him, beside him, and even in front of him... He realized that he should've joined his high school track team. That was the fun thing about being Alabaster- his mind was entertaining. His brain didn't work like anyone else's would in this situation. Alabaster had a small backpack with an empty water canteen and a pocket knife that was just dull enough to cut nothing, and just short enough to kill nothing. His lungs began to burn. His vision began to blur. His back hooves were aching. "Thank Celestia for these hoof braces..." Alabaster was nearing the city limits. An old, decrepit town was his target. It was *almost* Trotter-free, and he had stashed a combat knife there as a kid. Alabaster took a deep breath. He was holding the blade in his hoof, contemplating whether or not he should even take it. "I've never killed one before... I REALLY don't want to have to..." As if on cue, he heard a moan from behind him. On instinct, Alabaster slashed out, hitting the trotter in the chest. He held his ground, waiting for the trotter to come forward before stabbing the blade through it's skull. As the trotter fell, he barely had any time to stare in shock before the pegasus heard more groans around him. "Buck this..." As Alabaster fought the trotters, dispatching of each of them one by one, he felt tears running down his face. This was too much for him. This wasn't like him. He wasn't a killer... was he? As the last trotter fell to the ground, Alabaster collapsed with it. He sobbed, knowing that he had killed living beings- well, semi-living. The pegasus' head darted up as he heard a bush to his left rustle. Alabaster's eyes widened as he saw a pony walk out. A LIVING pony. "Well... Hello. I think... I guess I can help you... Ahn... Slices. My name Lemon Slices." Alabaster wiped the tears away quickly, not wanting anypony to see him cry, "I'm... I'm Alabaster... Are you... alive?" He got up with a small sniffle and held out his hoof for the new pony to shake.

He didn't feel lonely... until he was actually alone. Now, Alabaster lay upon a small futon in a hotel room in Manehattan, staring at the drab, unattractive wall, desperately wanting- no, needing someone to talk to... He thought to himself, 'This is it. This is the pure, unadulterated form of boredom.' With a sigh, Alabaster glanced to his side. He felt his eyes narrowing as they rest upon the supportive boots that allowed him to walk, which happened to be... "Across the room." As Alabaster spoke the last part of his thoughts out loud, he smiled at the cruel irony if the situation. "Too tired to fly, too handicapped to walk, and too lazy to call room service... Great." Alabaster shakily brought himself to a stand, and slowly walked off the futon, before tumbling to the itchy rugged floor. He sat in silence for a solid 20 seconds, his face full of carpet, before letting out a muffled "ow." As the pegasus repeated his first attempt, now with the support of a wall, he deduced that today was going to be absolutely terrible. Alabaster shuffled through the streets of Manehattan, his back hooves now protected by the metal footwear. The many ponies of Manehattan sweeped by him, all of them busy with something. 'Nopony seems to have any time in a place like this. Always late. Perhaps I should hand out alarm clocks.' Alabaster's thoughts were always... strange, to say the least. At any rate, he decided to get a coffee, as he was still drowsy and irritable. He found his way to a small cafe that he'd been to a few times since he began his stay in Manehattan. Alabaster's head met the glass door with a small *thunk* as he nudged the door open. The blackjack dealer trudged toward the counter. He stared at the stallion who worked the register, and muttered his order of a single black coffee. As he payed his bits, he gulped down half of the cup in one large swig. As the pegasus felt his senses returning to their normal state, he smiled and spoke. "Did you make that hat yourself?" The stallion narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he forced out the words, "I bought it." Alabaster's eyes widened a bit, before shrugging and lightly limping away. As he opened the door, he began hovering above the ground, his body only a foot in the air. His sigh of relief as the caffeine coursed through him was interrupted by a light yelp to his left. Instinctively turning, he saw a pony falling through the crowd- presumably on top of somepony. His brow shot up as he flew toward them. The ponies of Manehattan didn't even shoot a glance in their direction. Apparently, this was a normal occurrence. Alabaster called out as he made it to the small group. "Is everypony okay?"

Samurai 7! :DDD If you've never watched it, do that.

I know a few ponies who might like this, I'll ask them.

Should I wait to respond? Or is it ok if I start now?

I'm so excited! I love that emoji, I'm just gonna make that my signature. Are we... are we starting? Are... Hello? Um... I... I wanna start... nyeh. When are we starting...?

Perhaps I could join? My OC, Alabaster. He could be on his way to work, since I assume you aren't going to go play blackjack.

I'd like to pirate the skies! Pick me!

Nobody. No president. There. I said it.