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THAT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A FUN GAME AT ALL D:

Awesome; one vote is more than none. D8 I'd try to keep it to one thread in Non-Pony Art and my tumblr; I'm just kind of scared of the Nuzlocke forums now and you guys seem to kind of like me a little so I feel a little safer starting off terrible and developing.

Is it a kitty or a grey? Kitty means Aisha, human looking thing means Grundo. i like this site way too much ssh

XD Like I said, it'll be bad at the start, and the last thing I want to do is get discouraged, so I just want to see if the idea is something people would follow. The original Pokemon: Hard Mode was stick figures, after all, though I have slightly more skill than that.

So I do what I do best when I have a goal in mind. I was originally going to illustrate my Nuzlocke adventures(I can define it if you don't know what that is), but I might have alienated that forum by being clueless so I'm kind of scared to go back. The point is, would anyone be interested in following a Nuzlocke story in the Non-Pony Art section of the site, or is there little interest in that? Like I said, I kind of... have to have a goal in mind to finish anything, so "doing it for myself" is kind of difficult. ^^; Also: the art will probably be bad at the beginning. Fair warning. Grades will be unnecessary; I know it'll be bad. Part of it is practice forever, because a webcomic is like boot camp for art.

I am agree on the old site being better. I just can't help but go back every now and then, play some games... ;; It was sort of a big part of my childhood and it makes me really sad to see what its become.

Aishas. :T

Talk about your accounts here, if you have them. No lying. I've been on the site for almost 11 years now okay. I have no shame, but very little money for having been around so long. :T Edit 12 YEARS MY BADGE SAYS. Dayumn.

Pikachu is eh. I got into the games pre-Pikachu-being-omnipresent and have never let go. I'd be different, but not dead.

Holy crap, I can reply now! Again, thanks for the consideration. I'd like some elaboration in the grammar, though. I'm not automatically disagreeing with you; if it's bad, it's just bad. I've just never been called out on it before, so either this is amazingly bad or people have been lying to me.

In college, when I discovered my passion. Kind of late for a cutie mark, I suppose, but my childhood was mostly missing parents, so my most fond memories I make myself. Also, my high school's Latin club trip to Italy. Oh man I miss Europe. :c

It's how my parents raised me when I was still young enough that I thought screeching and flailing was a good way to get what I wanted. They just took me away. My tantrums stopped being performed for the proper audience and I just calmed down. If I started again my dad would make me sit in the car, but I wouldn't recommend that part.

l feel like it's more productive than a time-out, because there's not a way to weasel out of it unless the kid can pick locks.Screaming and pretending to sob and slamming on the door won't get you out of it. Only calming down. If you made a mess? Lesson on individual responsibility. You just have to put her in a situation where her mood doesn't run the show, because she's a child and has to learn what's acceptable in society. Don't put up with her shit just because she doesn't belong to you. And hey, if your aunt doesn't like your (completely humane) methods, you never have to worry about it again.

Sometimes a positive influence is discipline, not a calm talk. Put her in a rather safe room until she quits her tantrum. It's not a closet, it's not cruel, it's supposed to be similar to her bedroom, as close as you can get in your house. When she's stopped screaming, check to see if she made a mess. If she did, make her clean it up. Repeat as necessary. But then, I'm not a parent or a babysitter.

I can't picture him any other way. I figure he wasn't so worried about the mane 6 because... well, they weren't Celestia and Luna. He hid the elements, he broke their minds, and they weren't his old enemies. That's why he was shocked when they beat him. My own pet theory, of course.

http://mlpforums.com/topic/24417-i-hope-the-worst-isnt-over/ I, um... I made a fic. :x The biggest thing I worry about is verb/tense agreement, and I haven't ficced in ages, so I know it's flawed, but constructive criticism is nice.

In which Discord completely misunderstands how friendship works. It's actually a legit theory I have, but I felt it easier to put into narrative form. Also, I have a slight Discord/Nightmare Moon ship,but that I keep to myself. This might be completely overdone, too, but when you gotta write, you gotta write. It might suck; it was kind of pounded out pretty quickly, but it wouldn't leave my head, so I had to get it out somehow. Also, I like using names as little as possible. It's a thing I do. ALSO, SHAMELESS SONG TITLE. ~~ There is a certain beauty to an untuned piano, a violin missing strings, the unpredictability of a Summer storm followed by a Winter's chill. This, of course, is why it's so infuriating that those two upstart unicorns have been traveling his kingdom with their little Elements, syncing up the sky, sowing what they call harmony in his herd of ponies. Who do they think they are to simply come into someone's house and start redecorating? R u d e. He must do something... something to preserve his precious chaos, his unquestioned reign. The Youngest... of course the weaker of the two would have the most faith in her grand elder sister. With those elements in their hooves, a direct conflict will be suicide, but what you can't take by force can be easily be taken by stealth. It takes only a day or two's observation that the Youngest has taken on responsibility for the moon. On the day he finds this out, his normally default grin becomes predatory. Oh, Discord, you genius. So, in light of this, he begins to visit her nightly. Not for a confrontation; that would wake the more powerful sister. No, these visits are mental; on some nights dulls her hearing to block out the crickets; on others, her sight, to make her meteor showers and stars appear dull, lifeless... pointless. The ponies he keeps indoors. He visits as the snake in her ear, the doubt that sours the wine, appearing only as a whisper on the wind to confirm what the Youngest is already starting to believe herself - that the Eldest has cheated her out of the pleasure of true company and has intended her to fail from the start, taking the glory and adulation for herself. He implants in her heart shards of mistrust, of self-doubt, of discord. When finally the sisters find him, he can only grin, relaxing back on a tree. His paintings have straightened, his Stradivarius tuned, and Harmony reigns throughout the land, and yet he harbors not a lick of worry. A quick glance at the Youngest reveals her doubt, the festering pustule of mistrust in her heart, and he can't help but cackle to the sky. The love the sisters still have for each other is a given. Their Elements he cannot stop. But when the blast hits him, he can't help but simply sing a triumphant song to the heavens, an aria of a future, unstoppable triumph. Now, a year from now, ten years from now, a thousand years from now and the Youngest will succumb to the disease of mistrust and dark magic that have been planted into her very soul. The Elements will be useless. Nothing will be able to stop his return, and without the Elements... well, the Eldest is just another horse. With her weapons dulled and the shell of her sister dancing to his strings, the world will be his again. The Eldest's love is strong. The Youngest's love is rotting away from the inside like the core of an apple. This is not a loss. This is a strategic retreat. While there is rarely fun in making sense, sometimes there is fun in exploiting frivolous logic. Oh, it will be a glorious day to return and witness what madness she has brought in his absence. ~~ Eeyup.