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@@Hazard Time @@BloodDrops Lance had just been thrown into the passenger seat by the zombie when Bronze had begun to look flustered. She didn't look like she knew what she was doing, when suddenly Dead Hoof caught Lance's eye. BANG! His shotgun bullets peppered the plane. Bronze's hooves worked faster, and then-- the plane zipped into the air. "That was--" Lance began before Bronze turned the plane back towards the camp. What is she doing? Why are we going back? Lance then saw the reason why: Bronze had taken the pin out of a grenade and tossed it out of the aircraft, and smiled when it exploded. "What? What'd it hit?" Lance asked. "Also, do you know where we're going next, or are we just going to fly until you see something interesting?"

@@BloodDrops @@Hazard Time Lance was gawked as the zombie decapitated a thug who had attempted to sneak up on them. Well, I mean... I'm already scarred for life, why not rub it in? Before Lance could say anything, the zombie went on to catch a mine the enemy had tossed over the barrier and threw it back, exploding and killing a couple when it landed. Then she brought out a grenade and tossed it over, just for good measure. Wow, she is RUTHLESS... I don't feel much sympathy for the bandits and Dead Hoof, though. "Thanks, I'd be screwed if it weren't for yo-- whup!" Before Lance could finish, the undead mare tossed him onto her back and casually trotted towards Bronze, who had gotten into the plane. Lance didn't see, but the zombie was inspecting his bleeding leg.

@@Hazard Time @@BloodDrops Lance cowered behind a small boulder near his allies, bullets whizzing above him. Suddenly, Bronze shouted for someone to cover her and she darted out into the open, and fired into the crowds of criminals. Lance quickly loaded his stolen rifle and joined the fight. What's she going for, anyway? Lance glanced behind him to see Bronze galloping towards a small plane of some kind. "You sure we'll all fit in there?!" Lance shouted over the gunfire. In the time he had his attention elsewhere, a stray bullet drove into his front left leg. Lance cried out in pain and slid behind the barricade Bronze had ran from and collapsed. "I'll hold them off, try to get the plane working!" Lance shouted in Bronzes direction. Lance fired from behind his barricade, but missed almost all of his shots. Blood oozed from Lance's injured leg, and he looked at the undead pony. "My leg is not your snack. If you bite it, I'll... I'll..." Lance trailed off. I have no idea how I'm going to get to the plane if Bronze can get it working. If she could bring it closer, maybe I could limp to it, but I'm going to have to have even MORE luck than I already have had...

@@Hazard Time @@BloodDrops Bronze was free and didn't look like she was in any danger. In fact, she was pointing a rifle at Lance. There were two unconscious bandits on the floor nearby, and.. Wow, I have a big showoff, and I come in here guns ablazin', and the zombie pony somehow got here first. Lance was about to comment on the thugs behind Bronze, but was cut off by a gunshot, and an explosion on the shack's wall. When the dust cleared, Bronze and the zombie mare [Lance wanted to catch the zombie's name if she had one, he was getting annoyed at not knowing anything] began to escape out the new hole in the wall. Lance followed after grabbing his new rifle from barricading the door. On his way out, he managed to grab a round of ammo. Dead Hoof shouted threats after him as Lance staggered back out into the badlands and caught up with the others. What now? I mean, Dead Hoof and his cronies are going to chase us down, and they'll probably have cars and buggies and more guns. Man, I need to be optimistic more often.

@@Hazard Time @@BloodDrops Lance had just gotten into a fort of some kind. He was able to stick to the shadows and none of the thugs could see him. Idiots. Heh, it's fun to call someone else an idiot and it to be true. Suddenly, Lance felt a nudge at his flank. "AG-- oh." It was just the zombie pony. She placed a large stick in front of Lance. Oh, hey. It's not a leg this time. Awesome. Lance picked up the stick and prepared to toss it away from the fort, when he noted that they would see him [and kill him]. He decided to keep the stick and throw it later. Lance patted the undead mare's head and whispered in his best talking-to-a-puppy voice, "We'll keep this for later, won't we?" Lance took a few steps forward, both eyes on the thugs [Who hadn't heard the commotion at all] when a cry came from a large shack deep inside the camp. That sounded like the mare! Uh, the alive one. Lance wanted to be a hero. Desperately. But there's no way I could get inside the fort without anybody seeing me, and I'm unarmed! Or am I?.. Lance examined the large stick the zombie had given him. I have no idea how to fight, and chances are this stick is going to break as soon as I hit someone with it... Lance looked towards where the plead for help had come. Lance, listen. If you don't get your flank out there and fight, she is going to die. Even if you fail on your way to the shack, you will die knowing that you tried. Lance looked at the undead pony next to him., only to see it had left. Welp. That's no companion to help me, I guess. Lance then slowly walked towards the nearest group of thugs. One of them chuckled. "Didja hear that, Y'all? That Bronze bastard is gonna get her hooves on Dead 'oofs shelf!" The stallion cackled. Wow, that was a lot of information in one sentence... so the mare's name is Bronze? Cool. She's gonna get her hooves on Dead Hoof's shelf? Well, not nearly as cool. Hopefully mine don't end up on there as well. The thug sipped a mug of beer. Lance crept up behind him, and whispered in his ear, "Surprise!" before bludgeoning him with the stick. A loud CRACK! echoed through the camp. The thug stood still for a second, then collapsed. What happened next was chaos. Lance managed to grab a rifle off of the thug and began firing away into the crowds, all the while moving towards the large shack. Bullets whizzed past his head. "EAT LEAD, YOU MURDERERS!" Lance bellowed as his rifle fired bullet after bullet. After what seemed like decades, Lance made his way inside the shack. He slammed the door behind him and barricaded it with his rifle. Lance turned around, ash and blood on his entire body. He uttered, "Hey, Dead Hoof. Lets make you true to your name: Dead."

@@Hazard Time @@BloodDrops Lance's jaw dropped. First she sells me out. Then she wants me to play FETCH? Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust. And, of course, she wants me to throw a severed leg. Lance stayed put. He could hear shouts around him. The voices sounded like thugs, and then there was the mare's voice. The undead pony seemed oblivious to the commotion. Lance decided to focus on the voices right now, it may help him in the future. If there is one. Lance reminded himself. More yelling and talk of this 'Dead 'oof', but the thugs called him Dead Hoof. The mare must have an accent, or something. He could hear the prisoner being lifted from the buggy, and the thugs and mare leaving. Well, it's just me and the undead pony now. Lance slowly crept out from under the buggy and was face to face with the zombified mare. Hopefully if I throw the leg she'll leave me alone... oh, god. This is going to scar me for life, I know it. Lance picked up the remains of the severed leg and threw it as far away as possible, then furiously rubbed his hooves that had touched the legs on the dirt below him. I may never look at my hooves the same way again... Lance examined his surroundings. He immediately noticed a portcullis open behind him. Two voices began fighting in his head. One screamed RUN! YOU'RE LUCKY TO BE ALIVE! DON'T BE THE HERO! but, the second said What is in there, after all? You came all this way and you're gonna pretend it never happened? Plus, you don't know the way back. Lance had to agree with the second one. He didn't know the way back. Also, if he ran the undead pony might find him. If he walked through the gate, if he does get caught, he'll only be shot to death, not eaten. Stupid curiosity, why must you do this to me?.. Lance slunk into the gate.

Alright, so I was on a server in TF2 and I came across this spray: http://images.akamai.steamusercontent.com/ugc/177160089661132494/8DCFA60A74554DD4B4C42ADE0ADBD4084ECF72C4/ I mean... WOW. That is: * Dark * Sick [As in bad] * Ruins MLP in every way shape and form. Don't be that guy who sprays this. Please.

I saw a wild Banana Hoovy Bird today... amazing. http://images.akamai.steamusercontent.com/ugc/177160089659939628/55776999C44745D811C8BAD8353B3C6348D6D903/ Snapshot taken by @genessee

The new emotes are here, lads and lassies. :diamondtiara: :=: I can find so much use for this face: :diamondtiara:

@@BloodDrops and @@Hazard Time Lance was dumbfounded. The bullet hole near him told him one of two things: either the zombie had attempted to kill him, or the zombie was... Lances eyes widened and slowly, a single thought came to him: He was bucked. He knew that the zombie had attracted attention to him, he was a goner for sure. Welp, you had a good run. On second thought, not really. But fate happens, I guess... well, it's only a matter of time. Lance settled into his damp, uncomfortable spot under the buggy. Well, in a few seconds I'll be found out. Then I'll be dead, and eaten. Great way to die, huh? And if I hadn't wanted to be a hero, I'll bet I could've been in my nice, warm tent on the hill. Not dead. Not a worry in the world. Sigh... Lance turned to glare at the zombie mare one last time. She had backed up. Anger shot through Lance's veins. If it weren't for YOU, I might've made it. But no, you had to attract attention. Well, I hope you're happy. Tears fought to escape Lance's eyes, but he brushed them away violently. You were always a crybaby, don't let your last moments be crying.

@@BloodDrops As Lance waited for his doom, he noticed another mare staggering nearby. What would a mare like her be doing out here, no armor, not weapons... To his horror, Lance noticed a severed leg bleeding from the mare's drooling mouth. Oh. A cannibal. Gee, what a great addition to my day. Not only will I be killed by the mare with the gun, my corpse will be eaten by a cannibal. The cannibalistic mare settled down nearby, similar to a vulture waiting for roadkill. On second thought, she resembles a zombie more than a human cannibal... Lance shuddered. Great. Just great.

Just about every single player during the TF2 halloween event this year

@@Hazard Time For a couple minutes after Lance was able to get onto the back of the vehicle [Lance was becoming annoyed at calling this thing 'the vehicle', so he decided to settle on calling it a buggy, because that's what he thought it resembled in his mind] his heart was racing, and he was sure the driver had heard him. She's just waiting for when I let my guard down, then she's probably going to step out and kill me or something, or I'll end up like that pony in the back. That's when another horrifying thought hit him: maybe the thief had heard him. I bet he's going to rat me out so he can escape or something. Oh, Lance. You're such an IDIOT. He almost facehoofed, but was too afraid to make any noise whatsoever. Even breathing made him nervous. Thought after unnerving thought came and passed, and a few problems with his plan arose. What happens if there's bumpy road? Lance tightened his grip on the back of the buggy. What happens if someone drives behind the buggy and sees me? Lance just about climbed inside, but noted that he wouldn't want to be alone with the prisoner. He'd probably either find a way to kill me or keep me pinned until the ride's over, resulting in... kidnapping? Murder? Murdering me then kidnapping my body? Lance shuddered. Keep it together, that's nonsense. After some more miles [Lance thought so, he couldn't be sure] through the badlands, the truck came to a stop. Then, Lance's mind went into overdrive. Out of this, one thought stood out. She's gonna come to the back to take out her prisoner, and you're right there. I'm so, so, so so dead. Very, very dead, in fact. Lance began to panic further. I'm trapped! If I try to run, she'll see me and kill me probably, and if I stay she'll see me and kill me probably. Lance then saw that he could dive under the buggy. He dove under it in a heartbeat. It's a fat chance, but maybe nobody will see me. Oh, Lance. What have you gotten yourself into?..

I love it.

The moment i see classic robonik: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kawTlZnZ294

There's a donut box, yet pinkie is eating a cupcake. Why? She is a anti-donut pony, so she eats cupcakes in front of donuts to make them sad... I just woke up, alright?

Happy birfday to me!

Undertale is a great game. Except for the genocide route. Then it's scary.

@Hazard Time Lance had just begun to come to his senses when the Unicorn got yet another round of pain. This time he seemed to be begging for forgiveness until the mercenary ('I think she's a mercenary, at least...' Lance guessed.) kicked dirt into in eyes and mouth. Poor guy, he couldn't have done whatever to deserve this. Lance realized that the Unicorn was preparing to leave, so he paid for his stale bread and went on his way. The bread was super stale, I think I chipped a tooth while eating it... He looked up just in time to see her hopping on a.. vehicle of some sort. I don't really know vehicles, I tend to walk everywhere. Lance examined the vehicle, and then noticed the Unicorn shoved in the back. Wow, he must've done something really nasty to piss off someone this badly. Lance was about to venture closer when the Unicorn peeked her head out. Lance panicked and dove back into New Haven, just in the nick of time. As the vehicle began to leave, something hit Lance. I can't keep up with that! How am I supposed to follow her?.. Lance then noticed a large tricycle nearby, abandoned. You've got to be kidding me. After a short time of hesitation, Lance knew what he had to do and hopped onto the pink tricycle. I have no idea why this would even be here... He noticed a note on the handlebars saying: Tricycle Rentals, 10$ per hour. Lance grumbled and began to bike towards the slowly moving vehicle. I can catch onto the back if I can ride close enough before it gets faster, and if my common sense doesn't kick in and tell me how stupid I am for doing this... The tricycle pedaled closer and closer until the back was almost directly in front of it.Yes... Almost... Have it... He got hold of the rear bumper and climbed from the tricycle to the moving vehicle. To Lance's horror, the tricycle's back wheel broke just as he had climbed off of it, and made a loud SQUEEEAK! noise before collapsing into itself. I hope nobody heard that...

I was thinking about drawing a comic with asriel and math, but I 1] cant draw asriel and 2] I cant draw comics