Nico

Oh, I like this idea. I think my instrument of choice would be a Clarinet. Looking forward to hearing these. Edit: I don't know why I quoted in the original post. >_<

Long posts? You mean like this one? Okay, I'm done ribbing the new guy. To be perfectly honest, I'm happy to have both of these guys on the team simply because, well, I can only take so much of these other guys. Seriously, though, it never does hurt to have capable new moderators, and I'm already certain that these two are great additions to the team. (Really, I've already seen their names here and there on mod actions.)

Moderator Activity Formula: Pre-Mod Activity Levels - (X * Y) [Whereas X = Days Post-Mod, Y = Reports Handled) Prepare to see their activity levels dwindle. :3 (I keed, I keed. Or do I? )

Poor, naive Kyronea. Little does he know that we actually added him to the team just so that we can all go out for Pizza every day while he stays behind to do the grunt work and eat our crust when we return... Okay, okay, I'm joking. Not even I get more than the crust, so clearly he'll only get to have the crumbs. Seriously, though, congratulations to you AND Tich on your new positions. Good to have you on the team!

As this new unicorn barreled through ponies up to the liquor stand next to him, Nicolas grabbed the bag of bits defensively in his mouth. 'Can't just trust leaving this lying around,' he thought to himself, 'Who knows who might try to take it?' Placing the sack of bits into his saddlebag he walked around this new unicorn who was clamoring for water, next to Spirit, taking his hoof and shaking it briskly. "Name's Nicolas. Thanks for the help, but I'm afraid I must be off. Got to return these bits, and I've got more stuff to do for myself, you know? Have a good day," he turned and nodded at the little mare, "You, too. Try not to blow anything else up." He let out a light chuckle as he started to trot away. "Take care, maybe I'll see the two of you again before the day is through!" Making his way back into the massive crowd of ponies he found himself being pushed to and fro, all the while trying to peer over the heads of surrounding ponies in an effort to find the unicorn who so generously bailed him out of trouble. Spying a bench nearby he cantered over, standing on it to better see over the crowd. He spotted what appeared to be the mare he was looking for, still in the food court. She was quite far away from him, and there was a sea of ponies separating him from her. 'Well, if I'm gonna get this back to her I suppose I'd better just get to it,' he thought to himself, stepping off of the bench and venturing back through the surrounding crowd. He didn't make it very far before the ponies around him were nearly suffocating him as they pushed him around. Quickly becoming disoriented, Nicolas soon found himself wandering with the crowd aimlessly, unable to dislodge himself from the cluster of ponies around him. 'Well, this is going swimmingly. Perhaps at this rate I might still find her before the end of the day!' His thoughts sarcastically rang out in his head. 'Maybe I should have waited to go with Spirit after all. No, he's done enough for me anyway. No reason to rely on everypony to be generous all the time.' A hole in the crowd around him opened up and he dashed through, finding himself next to a small stand selling lemonade, run by a little filly. "Hey there, mister! Do you want some lemonade?" She asked eagerly, her eyes lighting up. Looking around, Nicolas noticed that nopony was around this stall. Was he her first 'customer'? Perhaps her lemonade just tastes terrible and nopony wants any? He looked down at the filly, a strange expression on his face that seemed a mixture of embarrassment and sympathy. "Sorry, but I can't buy any lemonade. I actually don't have any bits." The light in her eyes died down as a frown formed on her face. "You sure you don't have any, mister?" She asked him, her lip quivering. "Nopony's got any bits for my lemonade stand!" Nicolas bit his lip. This poor filly clearly wasn't getting many customers today. Letting out an exasperated sigh he pulled the sack of bits out of his saddlebag. "How much for one glass?" he asked her through clenched teeth. She pointed her hoof toward a sign which had a crude drawing of a bit next to a glass of lemonade. "One bit, eh? All right," he set the bag on her counter and pulled one bit out, setting it on the table. "I'll take one glass, please." Her eyes lit up again as he went to place the bits back into his saddlebag. "Thank you, mister! Here you go!" She pushed a glass of lemonade toward him as he turned back to face her. "Have a nice day, mister!" Nicolas picked the glass up and took a sip. It was fairly bitter; there didn't appear to be much if any sugar in it. He attempted to keep a straight face as he tipped the glass up and downed the rest. It wasn't a pleasant glass to drink, but he didn't want the little filly to know that. Pushing the glass back across the counter toward her, he thanked her, turning to walk away. 'No more distractions,' he thought to himself, 'And definitely no more spending that mare's money. Well, here goes nothing.' He trotted back into the crowd, once more being pushed to and fro, and wandered more in search for the peach colored mare.

4/10 The speed is a bit too high and the yellow 'aleosoft' tag in the bottom-left corner really throws it off.

Yar-har, I be an Atheist, me hearties! (And a pirate, too, I suppose.) Used to be a Christian when I was a kid, but only because I was kind of dragged into it. As I got older I just changed my point of view to be one that is relatively not about religion at all; I don't believe in God, but I really don't mind if you do, honestly. I try to live my life as religion-less as possible, which is difficult with people constantly challenging my lack of beliefs when all I want to do is talk about something else. Anyway, yeah, there you go. A very basic insight to my pirate-y lack of belief.

All right, everypony! Here's mine: http://kevan.org/jh/nicolai+brewer Also, for anyone who cares, here's the Nohari window, which is negative attributes: http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Nicolai+Brewer Go ahead, I promise you won't hurt my feelings.

Having arrived at the liquor stand he placed his pie on the counter and began to eat it as the stallion took his order. He wasn't paying much attention to what was going on, but he's pretty sure he had heard the mare behind the counter say something about a bad-flank. Next thing he knew, he was being addressed directly. "You guys have got to try this stuff," the stallion laughed. "It builds character." Nicolas didn't want any alcohol, but before he could speak up, the mare with them had beat him to the punch. Listening to the young unicorn mare speak to the stallion, relief washed over Nicolas. He had dreaded that she would accept his offer to drink and that he would be the odd one out for not wanting to 'build character'. Never has any kind of liquor touched his lips that didn't cause his face to contort into a series of involuntary expressions of disgust. "No, thanks. I think I'll pass as well," he stated as the mare finished speaking. "I'm not really one for liquor. Can't say that I'm much for taking anypony else's gratification today, either. The mare earlier has paid more than enough on my behalf for everypony today, so don't worry about it. Not to mention that you've already bought me a pie, so that's more than enough for me." He took another bite out of the pie. "It's delicious, by the way, thank you!" Turning around, Nicolas scanned the crowd behind them. If he didn't hurry and get away from this stand he might miss his chance to return these bits to that mare. He didn't want to be rude to this kind pony, but he really didn't feel like letting her leave without at least giving back the money she didn't need to spend. 'I'll wait just a bit longer,' Nicolas thought to himself, 'And then I'll go, with or without him.'

Here, have a bunch of quotes, conveniently spoilered to save page space!

So, another day, another vector. This time, however, it's been implemented into a MEME! (Le Gasp!) PeachPalette had a crazy idea to turn her OC of the same name into a pony version of "Ancient Aliens" guy from History channel, so she doodled up a design for "Ancient Aliens" pony. Afterwards, I vectored Peach, created a background, and the meme was fully born! Full Meme Version ~ No-Text Version ~ Vector Peach's Original Sketch I look forward to hearing opinions on this, and I feel the need to strongly imply that, despite how funny it may be, simply replying with nothing but memes isn't what I'm looking for.

I like the wording in this a lot. None of that fancy shmancy pretentious wording, just pure emotion. Excellent job, Arylett! You truly evoke emotion with this in a way that most people miss out on in poetry.

So, I'm sure everypony around here knows PeachPalette. If you don't, I seriously recommend you check out her art on deviantArt, which you can find a link to on her profile. I decided that I liked one of her pictures so much that I wanted to make a wallpaper out of it, but her images are small and kind of fuzzy; hard to work with. So, I vectored the image first. After that, I could easily implement it into a wallpaper, and thus this was born: I'm looking for feedback on this, everypony! Please provide some, positive or negative. What do you like about the wallpaper? What should be changed?

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Rolling his head in a gentle circle, Nicolas was relieved to feel that there was no longer pain in his neck when he moved. He watched as the unicorn threw some bits on the table, even after having bought pie just moments before. As the stallion turned around to face him, the pie stand owner placed moved around behind him where Nicolas couldn't see. There were two pies floating in front of the unicorn, and his stomach seemed to roar at the sight of them. The unicorn began to trot toward him, setting a pie by his hooves along with, to his surprise, the peach unicorn's bag of bits. "There you go, pal. The pie's apple. Everypony likes apple, right?" The unicorn turned to walk away, Nicolas still befuddled that he was doing this. "Come on, what do you say you and me go get something to drink? I'm craving something with a little more kick than cider," the stallion chuckled, snapping Nicolas out of his surprised stupor. "Then we can see about getting those bits back to their rightful owner." Bending over, Nicolas picked the sack of bits in his mouth and carefully placed it into his saddlebag. Taking the edge of his pie tray in between his teeth he started to trot after the unicorn. "Sanks," he attempted to thank him through clenched teeth, walking up next to him. "I suppose somethin' to drink wouldn't be so bad." The pie tray wobbled in his mouth as he spoke, shaking more in correlation to how well he enunciated his words. "I'd uh, not mind havin' someplace to put dis pie down, too." Nicolas chuckled nervously a bit, reminding himself repeatedly in his head not to un-clench his teeth.

Nicolas looked over at the unicorn who had approached him, a sharp pain shooting through his neck. His eye twitched with the pain in such a way that it appeared as if he were winking at the fellow. Subconsciously he realized this, a blush appearing on his cheeks. Realizing now that he was also blushing at a male pony only made him all the more flustered. He hadn't even said anything and this was already awkward. "Oh, yeah. You know, I'm great. I'm used to taking out pie stands with my body," he started out sarcastically. Great, this was only making matters worse. His sarcasm probably came off as rude, when all this pony did was ask if he was all right. "But, erm, no. I think I probably pulled something." There was a cracking noise as he turned to fully face the off-white pony, triggering his wink-twitch once more and causing a nervous tick in which his head jerked to the side suddenly. "Okay, pulled something, broke a few things, maybe, and it would appear as if I neurally messed up everything about my face except my mouth." His upper lip curled outward after he finished that statement, imposing a certain ugliness about his face akin to that of a newborn squab. Chuckling lightly, his upper lip went back to normal, "So, yeah, that was a poorly executed attempt at being comical, I suppose. But, um, yes-" he stopped to clear his throat, "I'm fine minus the pain when I move around. I tell you, watch out for the ponies in this town. They simply do not watch where they are going. That's why I'm like this, you know; some rude pony just came trotting along without looking and sent me crashing into this pie stand." Nicolas' ears focused in on the sudden stop to the sound of bits clinking together, having been unconsciously aware of the noise before. He turned back painstakingly to look at the pie stall, or what was left of it. Lying on the broken counter was a pile of bits, and judging by the fact that the stallion had stopped counting, he guessed there were fifty-three of them there. The stallion was holding the purse in his mouth, it weighing his head down a bit, still obviously full of bits. "Sir, I'll go ahead and return the remainder of those bits to that mare for you," he offered, being greeted with a disgruntled face in response. The shop owner set the purse aside on the broken counter of his stall, leaning his head forward, close to Nicolas. "Dis day's been bad enough wifout youse takin' these bits, fella! I's just be keepin' 'em for extra damages youse guys is sure to cause me," he pulled his head back behind the counter, picking the purse back up and placing it inside a basket behind him. Nicolas didn't want him to keep those bits. He didn't deserve any more than what he demanded, but there was no way he could forcefully take the bits from him, and at this point he doubted he would listen to any reason he might put forward. Hanging his head dejectedly, he stood there looking at the ground, thinking of what to do next now that his twelve bits were among the massive pile on the table.

As Nicolas made his way toward the pie stand he saw a small unicorn clumsily stumbling around in the crowd, eventually blowing up a pie at the stand he was going to. He couldn't help but giggle a bit at the silliness of the situation. It wasn't every day you got to see baked goods explode from magic. The stand's owner, on the other hand, didn't seem so amused by the situation, in fact appearing to be quite irritated. 'I suppose I can see how it'd be a nuisance to have a pie go to waste like that,' he thought, his stomach growling. 'Heck, I'll eat what's left of that so that it won't go to waste.' Reaching the edge of the crowd, there weren't too many ponies around him at the moment. 'Just a bit further. Almost to the pie shop,' he reminded himself, trying to calm his hunger. A peach colored unicorn walked up to the pie shop and started talking to the stand's owner just as he arrived. He stood off to the side, waiting for them to finish. "How much is the pie? I shall pay for it." The unicorn stated, the owner putting on a disgruntled face as he replied. Nicolas shifted his focus over to the small unicorn who had destroyed the pie in the first place. She insisted for a moment that the peach unicorn not pay for her pie before looking down awkwardly at a sketchbook and pencil on the ground. She shuffled around a bit, standing in front of them, as if trying to cover them up. He tilted his head to the side, curious as to what the big secret was, when suddenly a large stallion bumped him to the side, sending him stumbling toward the pie stall. He tried to regain his balance, but it was to no avail, and he crashed into the stand, knocking the remaining pies on the counter to the ground and tearing down part of its side. "Whats is dis? Is everpony outs ta get me today or somethin'? Youse betta have a way to pays for all of dis damage, fella!" The stall owner looked down at Nicolas, who was slumped on the ground against the broken side of the stall, with great disdain. "If ya's ain't gots no bits, I gots work for ya's!" Looking up at the shop owner, Nicolas' ears drooped down, his lips sagging into a frown. "Mister, I understand that I broke your stall-" He winced in pain as he stood up. "But I think your stall broke me, too. How much do you want for the damage?" "It'll be fitty-tree bits, fella! You gots dat?" Nicolas bit his bottom lip as the man told him the price. He reached his head back to his bag, wincing once more, and pulled out his wallet. Pouring out the bits onto the table, he counted twelve small coins. With a nervous laugh he lifted his gaze to the shop owner, who's face was red with fury. 'Well, this isn't good. I don't think I'm in any condition to be working for this guy, but I'm not really in any shape to run off, either,' he thought to himself. 'What else can I do?' Nicolas gulped as he stared at the owner with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

(OOC Thread) Ponies began to gather in the Ruby Villa bazaar, setting up their shops as the sun eked light over the mountains in the distant horizon. This light peeked through Nicolas' room window, shining directly on his face. With a disgruntled expression and a groan he flipped his long mane over to cover his eye from this bothersome sunlight. Just as he was settling back into sleep, a loud knock rang out through his room from the door. "Housekeeping!" The maid yelled, her voice muffled through the door. Why was the housekeeping at this inn working so early in the day? Haven't they ever heard of beauty sleep? Her voice called out again through the door. With great reluctance Nicolas lifted his head off of his pillow, his hair falling away from his eye, revealing it to the sun once more. Scowling and squinting he got out of the bed, trotting over to the door. As he opened the door there was nopony there. He stuck his head into the hall and saw the maid walking down to the next room already. Resisting an urge to yell at her he shut the door, mumbling to himself groggily as he went about trying to tame his tangled mess of a mane. Upon finishing his grooming, which was admittedly quite sloppy, he threw his brush into his saddle's knapsack. With great difficulty he placed the saddle onto his back and, unable to secure it properly, walked out of the room playing a tricky game of balancing to keep the bags on each side of the saddle from pulling the other side off. Making his way into the inn's lobby he couldn't help but be surprised at how many ponies were there. Wobbling through the room with his saddle precariously sliding back and forth on his back, he was blocked by a unicorn mare who stood in his way. She merely looked at him for a moment, peeking around his head to see his saddle nearly sliding off. Her horn glowed as she adjusted it and secured it for him, then she trotted away. "Uh... Thank you!" He shouted after her, unsure of anything else he could say. Making his way through the crowd in the room he managed to get out the front door, greeted once more by his friend the sun. Holding a hoof up to shade his eyes he looked and saw a fairly large group of ponies gathered up in a bazaar. His stomach growled as he spied a pie stand. Heaving out a sigh he trotted off toward the crowd of ponies.