Slumberlumber

Don't be. I don't watch any serial killer movies. Not my shtick. Always preferred zombie horror.

How'd he survive all.....that? You watch Zombies too?

IRL? A famous Canadian comedian and actor. Michela Myers the fictional character? A killer from a summer camp.

-White Stallion.- "That....and he is to be kept alive AT ALL COSTS. He's one of our top scientists." -The three gunslingers nodded dumbly, mumbling.-

Are they.....out side the gutter sins? All maniacs have your smile. The smile of an un-caring, un-thinking killer.

-The white stallion.- "Hawker here is in charge of the operation. He is to be considered VIP. You all know what that is?" -The three silent gun-slingers look at each other un-sure.-

-Rando.- "My gods.....the people here.....they are sick. Truly, truly sick."

Both are acceptable. She knows and accepts it. Plus I can run faster than her. In seriousness, perhaps if she had seen the show, and joined the fandom, it' help her a lot. But, she's not into it.

-SMB- "As you probably maybe know, we here at the (Health company name here) are known for cutting edge medical technology and techniques! We're known world wide as a leader in both fields! We have research labs all over the world, from Equistria to the Dragon Lands and, of course, Saddle-rabia! All research of course is made to help improve the lives of ponies everywhere! But uh......not all....go to plan." -He spreads his hands apologetically, a strained smile on his face.- "We had such a research lab in Saddle-rabia, near a lovely town that helped the people out! Something.....happened. We uh....stopped receiving news from there. An instead, got....rumours-." -The white stallion jumped in, glaring.- "We need you 5 to go in there, find out what REALLY happened, report back, and stop it if you can. Oh....and find out where the rumours are coming from. Than put an end to them however you see fit. We do have the companies image to consider, of course." -SMB nods.- "Of course."

Damn straight. She' the reason for the saying "Stop beating a dead horse". She's wanted in Equistria.

My family knows that she has a bad habit or raging at others, randos or family, when things go wrong. We suggested getting therapy, but she insisted on using the horse. Now that the horse has died, she has made no mentions of therapy. And I grew tired of offering it and being told no.

From what I gathered from her, her brother an father were.....evil to say the least. Neither supported her or acted as loving family member to her.

Have fun! It's really worth it so far. There's even a growing artist community which I love.

Hawker is my only male OC. The rest of mine are girls/mares. I find it easier to interact with those of my opposite sex, the reasons why I'll DM you so as not to blow this out of proportion. Also, to make a spin form the Matt Smith's doctor: Tomboys are cool.

Squirrels are lit.

I hold on to the fact that most of my friends circle (online or off.) Are mostly women online. And pretty ALL women IRL, and most of my co-workers are women as well. I use that knowledge to try and not become like her, hate one gender over another. Being heavily socialized as I am is a great bulwark against that I find, just to bad many people are not as fortunate, my mother sadly included.

I became a squirrel on here just now! I can no take pride in being being counted among the furry friends who run up and down trees, collect nuts and natter at dogs, people, other squirrels, you name it.

Wasn't a strike against it. Just a comment. Sorry if it came out reading that way.

Rise toys of the daycare! You have nothing to lose but your chains! Bluesky is booming now. Might be worth trying that? I'm on it an it seems okay so far.

Was raining like a bugger in the morning, but has since calmed down now. Cloudy and sunny.

-SMB claps with happiness.- "Oh good good good! Now, on to the good stuff. Everybody listening?" -The three armed ponies mumble in-coherently.- -Looks out the window still.- Yes.....boss, I'm pretty sure we're all ready for the details now. -Quietly.- Gods he's insufferable.-

-The white stallion gently elbowed sir Money Bags.- "Ahem. The Rainbow Factory, sir?" -Sir Money Bags.- "Who?" -WS- "Cloudsdale?" -SMB- "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss. Your that metal winged chap that improved the colour fall yes?"

(Where by his page?)

-There are no refreshments in the room. Just the 6 ponies not including himself. Hawker is glaring out the window, Sir Money Bags is looking at him with that smile on his face, as he waits patiently for Zera to respond. The white stallion just looks.....peeved.-