Gabriel

10/10 One of the most adorable things I have seen here so far.

And @Royce I just can't get over how thug those Dxpe Chef styles look on the first post of this thread. A+++

And I will stick my cig onto you. Sigception.

9/10. Naturally I don't understand a letter but the singer has a nice voice and that guitar work is fire!

I mean, I don't discriminate, undead or not.

Not too screwed by the looks of it. Looks deceive every time though so I'll say that I'm a dead man walkin'.

Finnish as my native language, almost perfect English, pretty good Swedish, decent Italian and rudimentary German. Same question.

8/10. I like the rhythms and all but it's a bit too "giddy" for my tastes. (The last quarter of it was pretty epic though). Why must my favorite thread be so dead...have to do daily CPR to keep this from sinking.

Nineteen?

Talented.

Cold, about 19 Celsius (66.2 Fahrenheit) Your most desired secular item?

Stop this at once!

5-0'd for expecting things from others.

I would get all of it in 1 dollar bills and make a house out of them. Same question because I'm on a creative mood today.

Ants in general. Atta Sexdens is my favorite species. Favorite marine animal?

Seen ya occasionally. Never communicated until now though so...hello!

7/10. Not the style of music I listen to, but it is a very well made piece for a fan song, so there's that.

As straight as a one-way sign.

5-0'd for restricting the freedom of speech of others.

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Well, she just took up and left. Damn civvies, always running away in fear rather than fighting like real ponies. What scared her so much? Was there a rat in the building or something? He snorted at his own thoughts, just kind of standing there like a statue whilst the others were busy moving around, trying to figure out a game plan. As the polite stallion he was, he didn't even bother answering to the Ghost, knowing full well that their little game was played from the end to the finish. It was when the call sign "tin can" was heard that he awoke, twisting his head to the direction of Staunch, carelessly wedging past the pirates in his death factory of a suit. "Who you callin' tin can?" His mechanized voice was as ominous as ever, but carried that little playful spark to it. "You'll call me Junker or you will be the tin can after I'm finished with ya. Heck, I'll pound you into a cube so tiny that it fits in my pocket!" He had been held at a gunpoint for about two to three times during the past few minutes but he still wasn't in the mood for dangling on anyone's leash. "Kidding." He replied, just to make sure that the ranger wouldn't follow through with the plans that he had put on the table on the subject of killing him. The dude was cold, somepony Junker didn't really want to piss off, mostly because he sounded like the type of pony who would amputate you and leave you for the birds if you made fun of his mother or something. After hearing the pirates speak about their supply drops he laughed, shifting his attention from the soldier to them. "Heavy duty weaponry? Surely it ain't nothin' I couldn't handle, seeing that..." He turned his torso to their direction, chest plate now directly facing the pair of sea travelers as he unlocked his minigun and grenade chaingun, giving both short test spins before locking them back in place. "...I am a heavy duty weapon myself. I could use a couple...a couple dozen more guns like, here and there and..." He began moving his head from left to right, inspecting his own armor for any possible spots where he could attach more ordnance. When he realized that most of them probably wouldn't be too impressed, he shifted back to the subject at hand, throwing a look over his shoulder at Ghost. "Yea, you. Go ahead and lead us there now that you are such a tracker, got your experience from the colt scouts? What we gonna do there anyways, ask the charred remains for some directions?" He snickered.

About 5 Celsius (41 fahrenheit), generally very windy and I have not seen the sun in a week or so, gets dark around 4-5 pm. At least the snow melted yesterday so I can admire the grass for another few days until it starts hailing again.

Oops.

My father used to have a few recipes on the subject of cooking horse meat, I guess it applies to ponies too. You know what, lemme go dig those up first and then I'll see if there's any good ways to cook ya!

Not very screwed, unless that's just a decoy and the picture is perfectly cropped to hide the blood freezing monstrosity it truly is. Or something.