PlNKlE PIE

My opinions are facts. Prove me wrong. Oh wait, you can't refute the truth.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxDJAeABxNU

The idea that someone with a gun could have stopped the shooter is absurd. He was wearing a gas mask, riot helmet, and a bullet proof vest. He also threw tear gas into the theater. A civilian that has only basic training in fire arms could have caused more harm than good, possibly shooting fleeing civilians themselves.

To an extent... The phrase originated as a troll repellent and that's still all it is. It was never intended to be adopted as a life motto. It also contradicts what Fluttershy learned about being a pushover; if you tolerate everything then you will surely become a doormat.

With its growing popularity, the quality of new creepypasta has been drastically declining. New authors are now whisking together clichés from well-known tales in efforts to recreate the same eerie, wondrous atmospheres they produced. Sadly, what always comes of their blatant recycling is a predictable, poorly written story, such as this one. Improbable, unbelievable stories, unworthy of being pasted anywhere.

My studies have shown it as some outlandish, twisted place. A land occupied by curious creatures referred to as "pedestrians" that travel by hoof instead of hoveround. Beings exert physical energy, and green stuff grows nearly everywhere... Rumour has it that this area is constantly under watch by a colossal mass of hydrogen, which hovers from... above? Sky, I think it's called. Anyways, I personally don't believe it exists.

"What outcry have you uttered about my person, you oafish brute? I shall cordially remind you that I was the best scholar in my law class in Oxford, and I have been involved in several frivolous tea parties and courtroom disputes, and I have over 300 boxes of Earl Grey. I am proficient in the Simian school of diplomacy and I am the top linguist in my book club. Know that you resemble nothing in my eyes save for yet another uncultured mind. I will hasten your undisputed expiritation of the world with grace and finesse. The thought that you can retreat after jesting of such matters over the internet is laughable. As of this moment, I am telephoning a mutual friend to negotiate a swift and sure rebuttal to your argument so I would implore you to prepare yourself for the upcoming verbal deluge. The deluge that will no doubt saturate your life with discomfort. You are well and truly wrong, my good sir. My abilities of travel are unmatched, and I can recite over 700 lines from Shakespeare, and that is just from Hamlet. The amount of knowledge that I have accrued is vast, and I shall use it to firmly state my authority on such matters, you rapscallion. Truly, I wished you had some semblance of knowledge on the matter you have brought up and it's repercussions. Alas, you did not, and now you will suffer a fate most dire, you plebeian. I shall defecate concentrated dislike upon you and you shall struggle to survive in it's waters. Pistols at dawn, old boy."

If you earnestly anticipate this revolt to be actively supported by the soprano whistles, breathy hollers, and booming moos of reputable gentleponies, I bear bad tidings. This sluggish "uprising" is describable in one word: futile, for scanty your compatriots will support it! We true Amurrikans can't risk our biggest source of nourishment, McDonald's, go liquidated from lack of resources! So I says, eggs, beef bacon, cheeseburgers 'n frankfurters, ya crazy cattle! And don't dare to tread on Canadia's grounds!

Y'all ain't turnin' this inta junkyard Equestria, not on my watch, noponeee.

*tenderly embraces*

All right, I understand. Recently, I've been fascinated by tulpa possession. Specifically, I'm curious about how the experience feels to tulpae.

Say, have you fiddled with possession yet? Celestia is nearly a full-fledged tulpa now, allowing her control of your body should be a snap.

So, what is it like having a sentient tulpa? How does it feel to experience the presence of a pony that only you can interact with? I've only been at tulpaforcing and narration for a few days, nevertheless I already find myself experiencing very light, alien sensations throughout the day. I'm not sure if I'm just subconsciously parroting it all, or if my head is so numb that I'm going insane. I guess you could ask it to leave the room if it bothers you, although that doesn't mean it will. The only way to kill a tulpa is by depriving it of attention. How anyone could have the heart to destroy a creature they invested hours of concentration into bringing to life, I cannot imagine.

You kidding? Pure Imagination fits perfectly.

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