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An undead pony? Um... Also, I'm going to be playing a paladin. I'm not sure how well that's going to work, a paladin and an undead in the same party.

Oooh, I've been wanting to find a game like this for a while now. Count me in. I'll make a character as soon as there's a character sheet I can use to build one.

Wanda was scared out of her wits... and yet her instincts kicked in and she began to run. Not knowing, nor wanting to find out what the creeper would do to her, she ran forward from the way she came, going further down the rabbit hole in the same direction. Fight-or-flight reflexes sent her adrenaline level through the roof, and she ran faster than she had ever run before, screaming in terror all the way...

Wanda continued down the long path and reached a room that was dimly lit in purple. It was difficult to see, but she could just make out a figure on the floor. Hopping over to it, she spoke out. "Just what is this? What can you tell me about--" As she got within a few feet of the creature, the horror of the creature was fully revealed to her. Eyes hanging out by their optic nerves and spine protruding from its back, the creature was staked to the floor by some kind of alien-looking device. Frozen in time, she could only let out a helpless scream of terror.....

Room 1: Wanda watched closely as the crazed human stripped apart the bed with no tools whatsoever. As a metal rod was suddenly flung her way, Wanda jumped to the right in an attempt to dodge the attack. The rod nicked her left back leg. All she had a chance to do was mutter some choice words as the human ran away, flailing wildly. Wanda simply looked in the direction of the door, her head cockeyed. "What the hell was that...?" she asked no one in particular. Looking over, she noticed the red one had apparently lost one of his 'lives.' "Level up..." she said, sarcastically as she headed out the door. "I'm going left. Nobody follow me, got it?" And with that, she put up a magic barrier behind her, around the leftward hallway so no one could follow her. "Hmph..." she trotted off by her lonesome to see what lay beyond...

Room 1: Wanda was tired of all these creatures and things ganging up on her. She didn't care who was fighting for whom; somebody had set her up, she couldn't trust anyone. In particular, this thing that was chewing on her neck was most aggravating. Thinking quickly, Wanda's horn glowed a bright red, and a magic field appeared around the group. The field held still for a moment, then exploded, throwing both the human and the reddish pony away from her long enough so she could slip out from underneath their grasp. Standing up quickly again, she looked at everyone angrily. "Now who's gonna tell me what this is all about?"

Room 1: Noticing that no one had responded to her threats, a most angry expression came over Wanda's face. Looking around to see if anyone would listen to her, she noticed a piece of paper hanging from the ceiling over her bed. She jumped back up onto the bed and casually grabbed it in her teeth. It slipped out of her grasp and fell onto the bed. As she looked down to read it, she noticed it said..........? The cryptic note only fueled her anger. She had an idea who might know what it meant, though. Wanda walked calmly over to the funny-looking creature known as a "human" (Amanda). As she approached it, she eyed it from head to toe. "Pitiful creature," she said coldly. Turning away for a moment, she prepared herself. Without a moment's notice, she whipped her arm around in an attempt to backhoofedly smack the poor creature. She put enough force into her strike to knock the human to the floor, were it to hit...

Wanda woke from her peaceful slumber, still clinging to her warm bed. Not wanting to get up, she flipped over onto her belly, buried her face in the sheets and pulled her pillow up over her head. A muffled voice could be heard from beneath, "Leave me alone! I don't wanna get up!" Then she suddenly realized this wasn't her bed. The sheets were not as soft as the normal high-thread-count luxury ones she was used to. This blanket was anything but the finest goosedown comfortor... Turning back over, she sat up and looked around. This place was like a prison cell, compared with her bedroom, although there were no bars or chains, and the bed was not that bad... fit for a commoner, she supposed. Looking around the room with a mixture of contempt and confusion, she saw there were no cracks in the floor, no seams between the walls, and most eerily, no shadows. The walls themselves seemed to emit light... Wanda then gasped in shock as she looked to the other side of the bed, where only a few feet away stood three upright tanks that each housed a naked copy of herself. Suspended in fluid, none of them appeared to be awake. Somehow, she knew that somebody, somewhere would have her head if they were to see this. But how did she know this, and why? She had no knowledge of even the concept of clones, and yet she knew they were illegal... why? She looked to the other four creatures in the room, each of which had their own set of clone tanks. Jumping out of the bed, Wanda glared at the other four, assuming a defensive stance and ready to defend herself with magic, if necessary. "Which of you set me up? Somebody's gonna pay... who's going first?"

I walked through the aisles, looking for my cherished object of affection to no avail... Wandering aimlessly, searching and searching for my beloved. Where could she be? I thought I left her right here. Was I to search the hallowed halls of Rollbacks for all eternity? Then suddenly, SHE appeared to me. My lovely, how I missed her so... there she sat, in the center of the aisle. Had this been a K-Mart, she would have had a glorious and shining blue light hovering over her, but alas, she stood against a backdrop of the simple beauty of the cardboard sign with the sunny smiling face... The SCREWDRIVER. How I missed her so! How I longed for the glorious twisting of the Phillips head... and she was to be mine, and mine alone, never to leave my toolbox again. ...Long story short, I bought the thing, but it fell out of the back of my truck before I got home. I was sad. The end.

I'ma join with Wanda here: http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/wanda-r3991 I purposely made her dependent on magic... I am so gonna die in this game.

((OOC: @, not at all! She really is quite the drama queen.)) ********** As the Doctor pulled his hooves out of Flaire's delicate grasp, she continued sobbing. Without thinking, she reached over and held onto him again, this time with considerably more force. Though as her captive spoke to the eavesdropping one, her musician's ears happened to overhear him speak of a "drama queen." "Drama queen?" She suddenly stopped her profuse weeping and stood up. "I'll have you know, I am the drama queen. Have you any idea how many Golden Saddles I have won in my day? Zey are only given out to the finest performers in the theater arts." Keeping a surprisingly cool demeanor, despite having cried a river only moments before, she examined her front hoof as she held it before her eyes. Needs a pedicure again, she thought to herself. Turning only her eyes to meet those of the Doctor's, she stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled mischievously. "Though I am sure you knew all that, Mister..." she looked down at the ground with disappointment, "Smith..." she looked back up at him, her smile restored. "You are quite lovely, yourself, if I may say so, Mister Smith." Flaire said, giggling knowingly at such an obvious and distinctively out-of-place alias.

Yeah, sorry I've been busy guys. If you want to keep going, I'll do it. I'll have a post here for you in the morning.

@, no problem at all! Though I do have a small request of you... would it be possible for you to use a different color for your dialogue? I honestly can't read light aqua on a white background, and it gives me headaches.

@, no problem, glad to hear you're still with us! And as for convincing dear Peachy... maybe Flaire's "performance" will at least get her attention.

Flaire looked at the flower pony. "How could zis possibly be from ze Princess?" She asked, frantically. "The Princess would never write such a thing!" She tended to revert to her thick accent when confronted with anything. "How could ze great Celestia allow herself to be taken prisoner by such fiends!?" Suddenly, a thunderclap could be heard in the distance, rumbling from the dark clouds that loomed to the west. They were growing more prominent, and it looked as though they were headed toward Fillydelphia. Flaire gasped in a most dramatic way. "Do you know what zis means?..." Flaire asked in an equally dramatic tone. "Do you know what zis means!?" She grabbed the Time Pony's shoulders and looked him square in the eye. "It means Canterlot has been taken over by those... those... things!!" She let go of him and looked down at the ground, tears filling her eyes. "Zey are all so icky and... bugish and..." Dropping to the ground, she wrapped her arms around the Time Pony's legs and sobbed profusely. "Please tell me it isn't true! Why-y-y-y-y...." Tears poured from her eyes. "How will anyone ever come to see me, now zat zey are all insects!!??" Flaire gasped again and looked up at the Time Pony. "What if zey take me too? I will die in captivity..." She put her arm across her forehead in despair. "It is useless... all is lost... put me out of my misery and let zem have ze shell that was once... Violetta Rose..." She buried her face in the Doctor's hooves and continued sobbing...

@@Sky Warden, fine, fine, just read the letter and get to the fountain already. Rules resume for you two once you reach the fountain, though.

I'm ready to move forward as soon as everyone gets to the fountain. Speaking of which... @, @, are you two still with us? @, you'll be free to join us as soon as we all head out and leave the fountain.

I noticed that after I posted it, but it was just to get the leg structure down, nothing more. Future attempts will have four legs, trust me.

I have decided to take Lauren Faust's advice on art, and aim for a thousand drawings before I consider myself really good. This is going to be my collection of arts, as I pursue true quality drawings. I'm good with other types of drawings, and eventually, I want to take commissions... but I need lots of practice before I get can do it with ponies. I also plan on drawing in digital, but first I need some more practice on paper. So I'm going to be posting stuff periodically here, and I need your feedback! So feel free to comment on my progress. This is my first attempt at ponies... though I consider it #0... Unfortunately, Ashling ended up with spaghetti leg syndrome in that one... ... After some feedback, I tried drawing a simple pony of no particular identity... ...#1 of 1000. Opinions please, fire away. ... After some feedback from some friends, I reworked the second picture. The legs were a bit funky, so I fixed it a bit... #2 of 1000. Not much more I can do with it, time to move on to the next one.

Feel free to stay there as long as you like. Just make sure you get to the fountain before everybody else leaves to start the adventure without you. Also @, that was great, actually. Your reply to Flaire was actually quite Doctorish. I think our two characters will get along nicely......

I made a post! Flaire is most unhappy with the current state of things, and I think she blames the Doctor for all of it. This is getting interesting.

Flaire walked briskly towards the center of town, and the fountain that was set as the rendezvous point. "Changelings in Equestria? It's impossible!" she said, increasing her pace. "But what can I do about it? Shouldn't ze Royal Guard be handling this? Why does Celestia need me to take care of zis problem? I am no soldier!" She was galloping at full throttle, now. When she took a corner to the left, there was an apple stand, where the owner was just closing up shop. Unfortunately for Flaire, she failed to see it in time and plowed straight into it. Apples flew every which way from the impact, a couple of them landing in the saddlebags of a couple of bystanders who were obliviously absorbed in whatever they were doing. "Hey, watch where you're going!" called a stallion wearing a farmer's hat. Clearly he was the owner. Stepping out from behind the wrecked stand, he looked over at Flaire, who was sitting on the ground, rubber her forehead. "Owwwww" she moaned. "Why do zey put these things here..." She continued rubbing her head. "Now how am I supposed to--" The farmer stopped as he took a good look at the purple face before him. "Well now, isn't this a surprise... I know you! I've seen you up on the signs at that fancy place over yonder!" "Yes, that would be me..." "Well it's a pleasure to meet'cha, my dear." He extended a hoof to help Flaire up. She obliged, and dusted herself off when she was up. "Thank you so much, but you see I am in--" Flaire looked over and saw what had happened to the stallion's cart. "Oh no, I am so terribly sorry." She looked through her bag and brought out a purse. From it, she pulled out a checkbook and quill, and started writing. It was remarkable, how she was somehow able to write without the use of magic, though she always did it so fast that no one could ever figure out how she managed. Tearing off the check, she handed it to the stallion. "Please accept my sincere apologies. Zis should cover everything." The farmer looked at it, and when he saw the numbers, his eyes widened and his hat jumped from his head. "Well, I'll be a sly, son of a..." Looking up, he spoke to thank the purple one, but she was already gone, running toward the fountain. Fortunately for Flaire, the fountain was in sight. Taking care to avoid touching the grass, she made her way over the paved walkways and was soon standing before a pair of ponies. They were suspiciously hanging around, next to the fountain. Angrily pulling the letter out of her bag, she unrolled it. "My coat is full of dust, my mane is..." Not knowing what her mane looked like, she pulled out a mirror and examined herself. "Oh! I am ruined! The shame of it all..." She put away the mirror. "And now that I have done exactly as this letter has asked of me, I only want to know who is responsible for zis nonsense!" Flaire slammed the unrolled letter down on the bench, next to the stallion, her eyes glaring at him like a pair of lasers... (OOC: @, that would be you.)