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I've been WAAAY behind in Halloween preperations this year. I'll make up for it by keeping it up into the next month.
Any suggestions on spooky llama pictures?
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It still do a spooky! I mean, most would say cubicles, humming computor monitors and particle-board ceilings are some of the scariest places!
I look up at those easily nudgeable square ceiling tiles and wonder Why? We need easy access to the crawlspace above our heads for some reason? What lurks in the cheaply made shadows between the walls of offices?... is it possums?!!?
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@Blitz Boom & @Sekel "Sweet!??!" The drakeling had sputtered, and continued to on the way they had made to the candy shop. Exclaiming as was his clear habit of enunciating his "Italicized" words. For a while he had continued on in a mostly incoherent manner that told, in fragments of how he couldn't conceive of such an adjective being directed at him and how it could possibly apply. Mostly in low, undirected complaints behind the other two as they had walked along. When they had gotten to the candy shop, Kaltrop had remained silent as the couple had been kissing. He wasn't just blushing but hard, in the way that dragons managed to look positively glowing like fire. Warm he certainly was! His front claws stood tightly clamped in front of his haunches from where he sat down from the door they came in through, his head jerked intently to a side in a manner that screamed he was doing everything he could to pretend he was regarding the shelves of Pop's brightly colored wares as his pegasus mare nuzzled into him. He stammered out a half-hearted attempt to critique the candied goods in front of him. "I-i don't r-really see the... the point of all this... this, uh, decorative colored food. It's-It's not like it's- it is needed for.... She she's not like MY mare, I don't own her or anything. I'm, I'm just with-with her not with-with-with her like I was... It's not-" His clawed paws minced the title floor beneath them. "It's not what other's think that I care about..." He trailed off, lowering his voice. "Being with a pony... with anyone... is a... a Thing. A dragon has to be sure about what he claims." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @Booz Boo "Aww, but look at you! Crafting, magic! A wandering, starving artist braving the unknown! Why I don't even know what an Ink is! Or how anyone would go about sucking up things or whatever you said! Look how capable you are!! Such gifts given to you that you carried with you unto life! Hay, my parent's didn't make mud for me!" Whett Kindle saddled up along side Cover Up, still a magical, smoldering tower of brimstone smoke to give the other stallion a boisterous, overly friendly hoofpat on the back and -Foomph!- the second his hoof came within a foot of touching him, he snuffed out instantly like he wasn't even aware of being on fire. From his expression unchanged from starting the sentence (though admittedly one is limited in expression when your eyes are white flame) and again no apparent damage of having caught on fire to anything but what he stepped on, it surely didn't seem like Whett was aware of being on fire. The conspiratorial, friendly buff on the back went on without issue. "Why we Kirins don't make anything! Or have magic! I mean, sure, weaving a house entirely out of green leaves is some practice but that's habit mostly. Finding a magical spring that stole our voices and dampened our emotions to the point of barely moving for several decades, now THAT was a historical feat! But that's exploration, stumbling upon what you need. It's events that happen, something we all agreed upon, had to happen anyways, no worrying about it." Whet steamrolled out his life story in a battering of quick sentences in that overly talkative, uncontrolled expression alot of Kirins had a habit of. From his upbeat tone you wouldn't have thought he had given second thought to any of the events he rambled off, unless you had noticed the tense twinge that rattled through his hide down his flank. It was important life events, sure, but he made a point, often, of saying it wasn't anything to dwell on. "...Well, I mean... yeah. Kirins do burst into flame. We do that. Kind of why we did the whole Spring of Eternal Silence thing. Most usually have better control over it then I do, but... um... th-that was part of our family. Uh, bloodline, heritage, whatever. It was needed. I needed... ...." From where Whett's hoof lay warm & comfortable over Cover Up's shoulders, if he had looked to his left at where the half-reptilian equine stood he would have seen his head tilting downward, away, his face just absolutely drained of all color and face wrenched seeing another time and filled with emotions. A moment later his face would un-wilt, slowly tilt back upward in the few seconds' break and continue with much the same chipper tone of voice, but with a quaver hiding in it. "... D-don't... be... s-s-so d-down on yourself, man."
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Here in Messupatamia, it is often asked how the nation stays together when all us natives are so dumb that we destroy several buildings a day and we die like flies. Well, other then the endless building contracts we keep getting from out of country...
Nature has learned to cooperate and contradict the human error. We have a little thing called the Repainado. Where the tornados out here instead fix everything in their path! Reassembling the broken down cars & appliences we forget on our lawns, stiching together splintered wood construction, piling buildings back together like blocks. Why, if we're lucky a few of us come back to life in a Repainado!
Mostly the ones that forget to breathe and suffocate. Just punches the air back in our lungs! It hurts.
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Venom energy drink over ice in my MLP cup.
Also just had fried pickles.
Truly, my happiest life.
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Not doing good at work. They want me to quit and have been what feels like mean about it.
I know I’m a slow worker & they shouldn’t have me. Its depressing.
been hard to feel like coming around here much.
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@Blitz Boom Whet Kindle looked down silently, patiently and respectfully as Cover Up drew, like a good audience member. As he did, he commented on his skill and slowly talked as he went along. Kirins couldn't be faulted for being "energetic" ponies. "You're good at that!" He said with a smile in his voice. "Yeah, Kirins aren't..." There was a very hefty pause as the kirin stallion stalled for a bit in memories of the years of perpetual, mostly pointless but barbed bickering nearly everypony in his direct family was known for. He hadn't really any direct, recent comparisons to how other ponies acted, but they way they fought sure would have left some scars on softer skinned ponies. "... good at expressing themselves. And when we do, It's... well, obvious. I guess is the world i'm, like, looking for." Once Cover Up was done etching and stood back, Whett looked at it in appreciation and the soft smile of gratitude at just having somepony around to talk to. "Yeah? Like, I do maybe do it too often. You mean you don't burst into flame at will?" @Sekel & Threadmaster BB: "I-i was..." Kaltrop flustered at Dawn Streak's interjection. "Only commenting on his actions. Constructive criticism. A-anyways, You sure do know alot about Ponies, Benny. It's a long tradition of dragons to keep to their own cave and territory. Guess you flew pretty far to find a hoard of your own then." Kaltrop too, was about taller then the average pony and twice as long. But as a more air-aligned drake*, he had almost no training other then winging around on his own. His youth back being reintroduced among other dragons of his age group was mostly spent avoiding the near constant teasing of the teenaged generation of dragonkind. ...which, is pretty much the case with that age group of any species. Even then, if he had stayed with his birth mother, he very likely wasn't from that large of a clutch or very impressive of genetics. The bigger the dragon you steal an egg from... the more likely an issue they'll take with it. Either way, if any fight provoked from Kaltrop, it'd be over quickly enough with such a light-boned, flying dragon. "More talk then fight" was still a thing among dragons, too. "As for me, I don't much find myself trying to learn about others. This mare, I only know of because she is swift with her hoof. Hard to ignore a mare who charges you down." He snarkily gestured towards Dawn.
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Caught sight of the new G5. Looks like its on Netflix now.
It just looks….. I dunno, aggressively “Modern.” Like its trying for unneeded higher stakes. Kind of weirded out a bit & doesn’t help I still haven’t finished watching the last season of fourth.
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I might be immediatly crushing on Zipp though.
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@Blitz Boom "... Kindle, that is! Whett Kindle! Two Ts! ...." The kirin would look down at the cowering pony and set his face into a dopey, round unaware and baffled expression that would still be stuck there when Cover Up... well, stopped covering himself up. Ponies often had a rather rounded, moony cute face from the front and for a half-reptillian equine with a horn of nearly blood-scarlet, Whett had that especially unaware dope expression down. A tempermental wildcard he was, but if that hadn't sunken in yet as an impression, it would be. "...what? Why would I burn you, man? You actin' like you just saw a... scary thing. I dunno, you fill in the blanks, I don't have much context for scary things outside bugs. Ponies don't seem to be happy to be around me much often. They sure did raise a fuss shooing me out of the last village before I got too close to one of those wooden housey structures. I'm begining to think I could take that as a personal flaw on my part. It's so hard to predict how these awkward, social interactions could go, right?" Whett reached down with a hoof to concernly boop the cowering stallion gently on the head. Mulling the predicement aloud and over him, the kirin kept speaking in that practiced way of one who has spent way too long talking to themselves out on their own. "But that's a depressing thought!" He pouted in a soft, if goofy musing tone. "My home, my family and all others I had known through my entire life, guess they kind of just seemingly wandered off to explore Equestria too... What do I have anymore? A weak guess that they're out there and alive, constant thoughts that if they were, we had all left each other behind without caring and I have to try and fit into the odd culture of Equestria? As well as find myself somewhere that were my own, eventually, and settle down! Somewhere with other ponies! I mean, like, you don't want to be a loner living in the forest! In some cultures, those're like that tend to go mad! Who wants to end up like that?!" Whett mused off, looking off to the distance from where Cover Up had come from, letting thoughts just pour out his mouth in a way as if hurriedly expressing things out without letting them get stuck in his head, as if he was narrating something they both somehow felt. While being completely lost and oblivious as what to do next to console a pony. @Sekel& @Blitz Boom From where Benny had landed in a crumpled mess of several things, Kaltrop had taken the brunt of the scattered debris. Admittedly not much dust or ground coverings, but all the same, the coppery sunset-colored drake had hung back and been sputtering in unrestrained disgust at what did get on him in his unintentional shielding of Dawn Streak. It was apparent he hadn't gotten a good opinion of Benny from so sudden of an introduction... not that, with his personality, that was hard to get on his bad side. Sitting back with all the energy of a housecat that had just gotten some water flicked onto it and looking at him with suspicious, squinty eyes, the dragons regarded each other. "...You went to a pony for healing? Well that's quite neat for you. Wasn't aware how much ponies knew so much about dragons and their health and such. Our species have just so much to do with each other. Not like they keep us in entirely seperate parts and actively keep us out of world government matters and stuff. Glad you decided to injure yourself while flying, then claw at yourself more until you hurtled at us like a mountain dropping. Just what we needed on a walk, being Hurtled at. Do hope your day has been okay, ours sure has been eventful. Also yes, I very much appreciate you backlogging literally every minute description about everything you've been doing all day to us random strangers you've met for all of five minutes. Sure does seem like typical PonyTown behavior." Benny had, no doubt, more experience with other dragons than Kaltrop had and this surely hadn't been the first aggressive introduction with one. But it might be clear enough to tell from what was a clearly abused use of the phrase "Not Like, Or Anything" that this drake was less aggressive and more whiny & entitled. Kaltrop was one to say backhanded, critical comments and while he was more agile and flightborn, Benny was no doubt a lot more durable and strong type that could easily take him in a fight.
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You wanna know the best crossover to MLP is?...
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"What? No, no, no. I'm fine! Like.... you ever camp, man?..." That'd be an odd observation. Clumsy he might be, but the kirin looked far too naturally immaculate to have bruises, not unlike a wild fox. While he certainly felt dirty, he wasn't caked or had much of any visible mar of dirt on him. Indeed, as dense a waterfall of curly mane he had, surely that would have leaves and sticks sticking out of it like most ponies were. Just that eerie natural scent of a forgotten, once-used fireplace or the ozone burning in the air after a thunderstorm strikes. A smell that was getting more noticeable... "Because i've taken a tumble before, I have! Sure! You go backpacking, living off the land, you're bound to walk right off a cliff face and fall several dozen feet into a rock valley! You get used to it! You do!! You respect Nature, because, like you never know how fast it changes?!" The kirin seemed to be getting progressively more energetic with each passing, punctuated sentence as if his rant was getting him further and further from whatever point he had started from. And it started to smell more like lit gunpowder now... "Ever fall into brambles and spend better part of two days trying to get out? Thank sparks, I've got scratch resistant scales, I tell you what?!! You ever get divebombed by six fat, lil' beetles just because you had honey the night before and the little blights can smell it on your breath?!! Agh! I just HATE-!" A small, centered, focused heat wave radiated out like opening the door to a forge furnace or oven, that'd instantly dry the eyes out or flinch those who hadn't regularly worked with such tools. The grass around the kirin was blasted off in a perfect, but tight circle down to bare, dry dirt and what would stand before Cover Up when he looked back would be the white eyed, black skinned fury of a Kirin's alternate form. Foomph! *Oof, didn't expect it to be that large! Insects!!! And then, just as fast, in a matter of seconds like steaming water cooling off, those flaming vapors and nearly booming voice of elemental fury would die off and the kirin returned without the slightest harm or notice to the fluffy haired individual he was before and gave Cover Up an amused, friendly face and question as if nothing more had happened then a bolt of lighting striking down on him on what had hereto been a pleasant, sunny day. "Oh cool! What's an Inn, man? ...Oh, oops! Don't think I've introduced myself! I'm Whett!"
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Soo, good news. Finally got a job again tomorrow. Working back at the supermarket place on base.
Pretty... worried about being capable. Feels like the longest since I haven't been perpetually sleepy & doubtful. It's not exactly gonna be any much different from what i've done before. Guess I kind of place alot of responsibility on myself. -
@Sekel & @Blitz Boom "Well, if you consider willingly giving up those you took care of as a Mother. Once as egg, once as hatchling. I did some asking once among some of the other young dragons and the welfare of your kids aren't exactly as high a concern among dragonkind as it seems with ponies. If they walked away once, I don't see why they would care to find us again. But if you want to find yours, then I can help. Can't sit around your den all day anyway." Kaltrop slowed in thought as he gave his roundabout affirmative response to Dawn Streak, allowing her to take pace ahead of him if she had wished. The sunset yellow-bronze of the drake was notably longer and about a head taller than most ponies so walking to his back to front was long enough a journey to catch up.
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@Blitz Boom "Local?!!?" He had caught attention now. The ornately decorated, tier-horned creature turned suddenly to face Cover Up. ...So suddenly, in fact, that it had failed to remember to stand up first and promptly flopped over like a bag of potatoes on its face. A breath later, it flopped again, butt over head tumbling over horn and folding over into standing in the practiced way of somepony very, very used to stumbling and righting themselves. One could have called it a somersault if it weren't more of just forced, loose tumbling in the most awkward way imaginable that most ponies with common sense would have avoided if given a chance. On deeper, observational thought, one could assume that this stallion probably had its tiered, sloping horn and vaguely dirt-colored coat on account of it being used to faceplanting like this so often. Truly a miracle it wasn't dirtier. Standing upright now, but still dizzy and not stopping to gain balance first, the Kirin wobbled towards Cover Up leaving a broad, if not dirt-gouging path in its wake and nearly wrecking the erstwhile pristine, pretty meadow it had been earlier. Kirins looked graceful, clearly this one hadn't the practice. "Like, Local to what, man? There stuff here? Because I kinda just picked a direction when I started! I got-... I got lost, wandered when I did! Ya have any, like, running water or the like? I'm, like... It's totally dirty out here! I could use a bath!" Several things would become apparent as this Kirin approached him babbling with what was likely several coinciding thoughts & questions. Probably why the animals had fled was that most prefer to not be around ponies prone to wild, loud uncontrolled motions like this and were likely chased off by such a ditzy, silly horse. Second was the unique smell coming off him as he tottered closer, a sort of clean yet dirty smell like what came off a used grill, like places that flashed into sudden heat too fast to get dirty for too long. A unique, yet natural smell that one only tended to get around picnic areas or areas where lightining had recently struck. And lastly.... If Cover Up had wanted a calm moment away from "outgoing ponies" then that boat had proverbially sailed!
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Oh, Hewwo new fwend!
What do I know you fro-...
StormFurry! Yeah!
....yes, I remember you specifically because of a lame joke I once made about you. I'm not too ashamed to say, lol.
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Okay, yes. I'm just going to say sorry now.
"Facehugger" Pancakes was a bad idea. I wanted Pancakes that fed themselves to you in the case of those who rudely turn down my generous offer of fresh, magicked Pancakes.
...Didn't think they would gain malicious sentience. I stopped after three or four deaths by pancake explosion.
...or five. Look, the recipe is banished now.
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@Blitz Boom Kirins did stand out a fair bit against other ponies. Their tails were longer, hair generally growing towards the tip and patchy, but luxuriously long like that of a paintbrush. Their body hair tended to be longer and more yak-like and where it wasn't there were ordered rows of beautifully olive emerald scales placed as if by an artist. Their manes flowed like waves in thick curls crashing against each other. Though, if one asked a Kirin, that was cheifly because you will get curly living out in a jungle where mane care is pretty much a losing battle. This kirin stallion stood where it posed, deep, almost blood red horn jutting out into the rays of sun straight up from its own especially dense cloud of auburn, reddish-brown hair that enshrouded its own ears. In spite of his ears hidden and the distance between them that did not seem an obstacle. "Greetings Traveller." The kirin's voice chimed out from the center of the field drifting towards Cover Up from where it kneeled, not showing any sign of getting up or reacting apart from its voice. Due mostly to what background critter noise was from what birds had retreated a row of trees past where the plain ended and what few flew overhead on their birdly business they cared not to halt in. His voice sounded more paced and elegantly magical that way with little to distract from it in the silence from a pony more finely detailed then most, encouraging the notion one was talking to some guardian spirit of the forest rather than one living. Kirins had some sort of slight intimidation to them to those who had not known them long. "What brings ya here? You live around parts of here?" His voice lolled cajolingly towards Cover in accent tones hard to place and unaccustomed to........ which spoke, oddly enough, of seashores, surfboards and kale smoothies. None of which Kindle knew of, but it did sound magical out of context.
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Some MLP theory for ya!
1. Equestria's "Ponies" are riddled with so much unique-to-their-dimension magic, that the only comparison to actual horses is the facts that they're quadrupeds and can whinny. The similarities end there. They're like the trope in science fiction of "We have evolved beyond needing bodies!!" Human is to wild Baboon as Pony is to Horse.2. Twilight only gained alicornhood out of governmental regulation/pity. She's been studying magic her whole life and doesn't know correcting the grammer on not only someone else's spellwork, but the work of what was pretty much the founder of all magic in their nation? That maybe don't screw around with magic if you aren't prepared for backfire?
Celestia gave her wings not just because she fixed her own mess of a Reality Rewrite, but because these wings would kind of serve as a reminder to maybe not mess with body/mind transformation spells. The title came with to assuage public fears of the pony in town who's experimenting with magic that can f***ing rewrite the fabric of reality and show that she's there on government-based duties such as "friendship" and totally reports to, and controlled by the leaders of the nation....because why do we need an ambassador of reminding the public to be nice to each other, in a town that is in cannon, basically a country crossroads where all the crazy sh*t goes down.
3. Spike is both a kobold and a magical mutant.
He was kind of born in what was essentially filly Twilight going nuclear. If Magic gave off radiation, Spike was lucky to not just be a mass of tumors. He was forcibly hatched by outside means, happened to somehow adopt the coat coloration of his adopted mother, but gained abilities not typically show in dragonkind. Like Teleportation Breath (...lets see any other franchise try to pull that off.) oh and also a little thing about Growing a third set of limbs entirely at will. Wings typically require BONES. Show me the unwritten knowledge that somehow, after years of stability, a body decides to grow new bones, that can lift the body off the ground just because he gets itchy for a day.
Boy mutated by being depressed.
This show is bravely weird.
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@Blitz Boom On the Outskirts of Ponyville sits a picturesque meadow as idyllic and welcoming as most of the pony town is with its fine grass and occasional wildflower; the sort where one might find Fluttershy or other nature loving ponies milling about in most days. Such plains were not uncommon in the area, though this one was notably far off enough from town to not be one of the busiest ones, especially about as midday it was presently and decently hot enough where most wouldn't be standing about in the direct sunlight this time of day. Save for one example. Stuck out in roughly the center of the small field was a rare sight, a kirin laying silently, head upright & eyes closed facing into the sun with hooves folded under; he was as peaceful poised as he was out of place like an iceberg among sunny green seas. Kirins were a rare breed of horse. Their numbers were sparse, but they did seem to enjoy traveling and popping up in unexpected places. His hair slightly swayed with the slight bends of the grass as motionless and part of the nature surrounding him. Quite peaceable... safe for a few, small details... Most familiar with field-sitting, nature communing, such as the aforementioned ponies would note a few things off. Like, small chunks of the untamed grass missing here and there as if something large & about kirin-size were rolling or charging around this area for hours earlier or the Teensy little fact that, as most Ponyville citizens knew... it was quiet. See, critters in Equestria will take every opportunity to flock to those sitting pretty and kindly in nature. Looking like a fairy tale princess with hoards of happy little animals in tow was very easy to do here. You couldn't keep cute critters off you in Equestria if you were of kind, calm nature. Perhaps, The few scattered trees on the way here with impalement holes the precise shape of this kirin's horn might be a tip-off. But still, quiet and peaceable as it were now, the kirin stood still and listening to nature. Stoic & totally aware of all the little missing sounds around him.
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@Flow & @Randimaxis "Oh, uh... Howdy, Missus Bloom! I'd ah bow maself, but for account of tha box, ya see..." Clod Hopper bent a hoof over the other, bashfully and motioned to the package on his back as ornate and overlarge as it was. Likely an affair that would require a two-pony job in most other circumstances. "You, ah, reckon it'll fit in the door any? Mister Cragg from up the way said this here present was just meant fer the owners of the place, not anyun' in specific." The stallion said, casually name-dropping what could likely be the mortal enemy of the Blackwaters if Love Bloom had heard the name before recent enough to remember, or put enough details together to realize that another quarry so close enough to walk to might not be on the best of terms with quarry owners already known for ruthlessness. Not something Hopper could put together, no. It wasn't logic from his parts that one farm wouldn't either help out... or mind its own business enough to not start up a country feud. Competition wasn't unheard of in the far out country... it just got dealt with alot more directly when you didn't live close enough to law enforcement. "I'm, ah, Clod Hopper by tha way. But you can jist call me Hopper. If... if ya want."
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Watching Stronker Tinks, or whatever its called.
You know what bothers me about this subset of horror based around Interdimensional Monsters?It always comes down to "It feeds off/mysteriously needs something analogous to Human Blood, therefore its drawn to killing humans indiscrimantly, therefore slay the alien."
While, granted, there is a distinct possibility of that happening, given how matter may correspond through dimensions, given the severe lack of an alien species in much the same universe somehow adapting to parasitically depend on a mortal from a planet lightyears away, its much less likely Monster From Another Dimension can somehow eat humans without it harming their systems. If anything, merely existing on another plane should damage the monster coming across as much as it does the humans. A different dimension insinuates molecular differences in biological makeup, no matter how many simularities.Granted, going into another dimension would make it hard to distinguish the living beings there from, say plants you were stepping on. Especially if your own biology is so alien that you communicate along different means and marks you has far more capable then those you're killing. But you'd think after the first few times the things you're snacking on start running away, becoming more difficult to kill, and are clearly reacting poorly to you... You start noticing the risks, and attempt to communicate somehow.
No one sees from the monster's view.
Just once, I want humans invade the Interdimensional Alien's world, it sees them, and raises its appendages to go all like "Woah! Hey now, you're clearly not from around here and can find a way to hurt me; I don't want no trouble! Friends, huh? Lemme figure out what noises you make so I can learn enough to tell you not to gun me down." -
So! As a fun lil’ game…
These six pokemon aren’t all favorites, but I feel a deep, satisfying kinship with them for some reason! I’d like to see if you notice the common design theme!!
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I've always found it adorable mundane how video games will have, like, a three or more stage process to saving your progress.
Click here to Save Game.
Yes, thank you. Now, would you like to save game?
Ok, good, input acknowledged. Would you like to start the load screen for saving now? Press Confirm to confirm your confirmation.
What, no! If I had known I would need to wait three seconds to load for saving, I wouldn't have pressed the button that clearly stated that! I'll have to back out now and just play the game without saving if I have to take that much of a risk! I had just assumed "Save Game" meant it was the function to cause yummy Tostino's brand Pizza Rolls to eject out of the console!!
Commencing Saving Load Feature. Do not shut off or even touch your console while it is saving. God have mercy on your soul if you do.
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Hey guys! Come watch my new published comic strip that I call!... Garfield Minus Garfield Minus Garfield Minus Garfield!
I'm a geeenious!
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Doesn't it make sense, that in order to be a Brony...
You must first be a Bro?
...and if you have to ask what marks as, specifically, "Bro" behavior... Then you ain't never Bro'd, bro!
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It bothers me that I can't find fan-art of Luna, Luna & Luna together.
You know... Luna, from My Little Pony
Luna, from Sailor Moon
and Luna, from Helluva boss.
...Please let me know if there's more Lunas.
