evilcorgi

Uh... I hate to push someone into a retraction, but that last sentence in my last post was supposed to be Marble thinking, not talking. I would just roll with it and get into an argument, but 1. He's not so antisocial that he'd say something so elitist out loud in front of a crowd, and 2. I see no reason why he wouldn't just slam his hands hooves down on the table and storm off. Him having actually said that would have him out on the streets but minutes before the 12:00- Wait! Nevermind! Him leaving could be a good thing! I've got an idea... And I'm going to post it later. Sorry, for some reason my creative writing "skills" only kick in between 12:00am and 2:00am (CST) Stay tuned!

Marble set his glass down. Whatever was in it was pretty bad. Not terrible, but not worth drinking. "Oh yeah, and what's that supposed to mean?" He said, glaring at Poppy Seed. "Have you let that thing near you eye? I was half blind for a month." Marble went to grab something else from the bar "not that I wouldn't be happy to give you a reason to see that machine" He said under his breath. He knew this party was going to be a waste of his time. A four star restaurant filled with some unimportant morons wasn't anything he'd be losing sleep over again. Marble glanced over at the pony Poppy gestured to. "great. Now a bucking desk clerk's at the party. 'best and the brightest' my flank"

Yes, that'd be Marble. Oh. Guess that was already covered. I thought Silver Heart was coming to the party... Did I miss a post?

It's beyond worth watching. It's more a social-commentary than a slasher, but if you're not into all that, they'res still plenty of juicy blood.

Where was that break in supposed to take place again? I'm just wondering in any of our OCs will be able to hear it, and the post wasn't entirely clear. Also... Damn. I just finished watching American Psycho (By the way, my OC is a snobby businessman from Manehattan with a well paying job and a ton of narcissism. Guess who he'll be like!) and that was cold.

No, you should stay. The character roster is just a tad short. Just like the character count on this post.

"Oh no. There's no way in Hades that I'm letting that thing near my eye again. I should probably see a real doctor or something. ((Ahem, Silver Heart))" Marble glanced up at the clock. "Finally," He sighed, "15 more minutes before we can all go home." Marble slumped onto one of the bar-stools and poured himself a glass of whatever Darkstorm set on the table. He couldn't read the label in his current state, so he took a sip out of a leap of faith.

@Darkstorm "No, don't worry. I only took about three shots to the left eye." He said with a watery, slightly reddish left eye. Marble walked up to meet the grey pony. "Marble Stripe, acclaimed author" he said, overestimating his own fame. "Is there any cider back there?" He gestured to the bar-counter.

Marble sat at his table, alone, with no one but a few fans in search of autographs to keep him company. There were many many peers here, but Marble had alienated himself from all of them at some point in his career. He had been greeted by a few distasteful glares, but not much else. Marble was just beginning to wonder if he should just leave, when his attention was diverted to the overblown appearance of Galt. After the applause ended, Marble opted to order another drink instead of just leaving. After all, maybe there's still a publisher he hasn't insulted or pissed off yet. It had been only about a minute before another distraction hit the party. For whatever reason, Galt was attacking Steel Accord with a few nerfed ((Is that word too un-ponyish?)) versions of those flying sentries. Marble just watched in surprise, until a couple mis-fired shots persuaded him to take cover. Marble was unlucky enough to pick a table that was close to the firefight, closing any escape options he might have had. After it was all over, he emerged from underneath his table, to see that the party had been mostly deserted.

I was actually about to ask the same thing. About that, when is that going to happen? My OC is sorta' chained to his table until it does. And I would be a million times more productive. Damn my desire to categorize everything... You're a monster. I hope you know that. I hadn't been on that site for days and now you've doomed me to months of link-clicking.

I personally disagree with you on the politics, but I don't want to turn this into a flaming thread of political disagreements and hurt feelings, which is why I'm putting a veto on political debates on the OOC. Your OC/PC can do the political dance, but I'm not going to have this turn into "Rapture was doomed from the start" vs. "No, Ryan screwed it up". We're not doing that. Not here. Please. Also, when do we want the revolutionaries to attack? seapig bacon tastes like a fish farted on a dirty beach cracker

"Well, maybe it was different where you came from, but I-" Marble's eye was caught by a shimmer from Steel's sword "...Had different experiences. Guess that was just me though!" He said with an uneasy smile. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go now." He said hurriedly. He decided that he didn't want to anger the city's finest swordspony. He trotted in an unclear direction. ((Oh, crap. Uh... oops! Didn't think that through (the Luna thing) ))

Marble butted into the conversation at that last response "I beg your pardon? Freedom in Equestria was a joke! A giant lie cooked up by those alicorns! It was a absolute dictatorship, and don't even get me STARTED about that communist gryffon..." He said with a scowl. ((Uh... I posted this seconds too late...))

@camrad18 @alex kennedy @fluttermena @darkstorm @silverheart @calirolls Again, the RP has started. (Just not sure how many of you guys followed the topic) Hurp-a-derp guess that won't work.

Marble Stripe walked down the streets of Harmony with a disinterested look on his face. He had been invited to some dumb party that he had no interest in, just for writing a couple books that the ponies of Harmony ate up. It not as if he wrote anything that shouldn't be obvious, they were just a couple of informational books about entrepreneurship and budgeting and the like. As he soon learned, the price of fame and wealth was the people's desire to follow him as a personality, as opposed to an author. As he approached the party, he quickly imitated a pleasant demeanor. He ordered a few drinks, and he talked to few ponies asking for tips, before he sat down at a table, and prepared to spend the rest of the evening drinking. He could barely stand being surrounded by these unimportant urchins. Marble was preparing to order another drink, when something caught his eye. Was that... It was! Steel Accord, one of the city's biggest celebrities Marble was well known to a degree, but Steel's fame dwarfed Marble's! He couldn't waste the entire evening without talking to him. He stood up and walked over to the table where he and another pony "Who he suspected was from the press" were sitting. he muscled past their waiter. "Excuse me gentlemen, mind if I join you?" He said in a sophisticated manor, already pulling out a chair.

Actually, the beginning of the RP takes place shortly before the ball. That way, we can see a bit of the ponies work pre-revolution.

I DID IT. FINALLY. HERE So... character introduction time! Marble Slab is a business expert, so he'd probably work for one of the OCs. Any candidates?

OOC page -Early 958- "Hold tight, everypony. We're almost there!" Shouted a gruff voice from the front of a small boat. the night was dark, and the sea was raging, much to the dismay of the passengers. It's not as if it wasn't worth it though. They were off to lead a new life, free from the influence of the alicorn sisters and the gryffon king. Through unclear means, this ship full of misfits and masterminds gained knowledge of a voyage, leading to a place where even the sun and moon didn't rule over them. Where they could have a fresh start, and pursue their goals without any moral or ethical restraint. The captains lips were tight concerning the exact details of the city, but assurances of it's luxury and desirability were spoken of time and again. The vessel sailed off the shores near Manehattan, and cruised toward it's goal for three days, the last of which fostered quite unfavorable weather. Hours passed like days in the crowded hull. Suddenly, the ship began to lurch to a halt. "Alright folks, ya'll can c'mon out now. We're here." The immigrants stepped out onto the slippery steps of the phantom lighthouse, and they stepped inside to see an enormous statue of a gryffon, bearing a banner inscribed "No alicorns or emperors. Only Ponies." They made their way down the staircase, a bit excited, to see a round capsule-like structure. After deciding that they were probably supposed to get inside of it (as their captain had already sailed away) they pulled the lever, and were shocked to feel the pod descend into the ocean. There was screaming and panicking until the lights flickered out, and a picture of a gryffon appeared on the door. "My name is Galt the Gryffon, and I ask you a question..." - the days before the Summer Sun Celebration, 958- Months later, and the outcasts of the over-world had all carved out a living for themselves. While their first reaction to Harmony was that of confusion and fear, that didn't stop them from doing what they came to do. within weeks they had found employment, and those artists and inventors had turned their talents into careers. The confusion about one smuggler was over at last, and many of them had been invited to, or hired at a ball in one of the city's finest restaurants, for the Summer Sun celebration.

Alright, suggestions taken, Gustave will be remembered and included, and it WILL be done tomorrow.

sigh I hate making the first post in an RP, but I guess it's that time. Any Ideas on how I should start it?

Sorry, I've sort of capped the OCs at this point. I might do one for Bioshock Infinite later, though. Okay, let me make sure that we're ready to start the RP tomorrow. It takes place in a city called Rapture Euphoria Elysium Harmony, The little sisters are called little fillies, and the big daddies are called... Big Daddies, and they are mechanically enhanced to be like alicorns. Plasmids change cutie marks, as opposed to genetic code. They were made by a yet-unnamed pony/dragon pretending to be a pony. Tenenbaum is being replaced with Ziska Teneneighbaum (Yes, I combined the two names) A zebra with an affinity for alchemy. The city was founded by Andrew Ryan/more ponyish name, a gryffon who was displeased by the two princesses growing power. Our characters are all basically the insaine artists from the game, with exception to my stuffy business pony, and one other short-tempered pony (I'm a nightmare with names, sorry). ADAM is replaced with POX, and Plasmids are replaced with a name that isn't as awesome as plasmid Potion or something. What did I (inevitably) miss?

The Chef. Defiantly the chef. Also, just so we're clear on the reference I made, http://i.imgur.com/KGxIc.png I'd still be a great name though. We going with calling it Euphoria?

I want to call it Euphoria now, but I'll constantly be snickering at that one quote on /r/atheism that Reddit won't shut up about.

Wait, does anyone know why Andrew Ryan named it Rapture? If we do, we can find a more gryffony name.

Okay, updated. Not really sure what to say to fill up the character limit... Oh! I know! Does anyone else set their alarm early so they can turn it off and go to sleep? (Yes, we are just treading water at this point. I'll start the RP soon.)