Espionage

Semi-Omnipotence with no paradoxes (All-Powerful). That way, I don't need more wishes. I can do everything and know everything. Omnipotence in itself is like unlimited wishes at all times. No paradox so if I make a rock so big I can't push it, then I can't push it.

"Perhaps," Ascen replied to Sky's comment, "But a battle is a canvas after all and artists must brush up on art theory once in a while. And besides, if we were all warriors, who would handle the specialist tasks? You?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ascen walked into the cafeteria, scouring the different foods, hoping that some herbs could be found. While looking amongst the sandwiches and salads, he overheard the group talking about teamwork...or the lack thereof. Teamwork...yeah, how about you work as a team and try to protect MY WORK...oh look at that, some Morning Glory Ascen greedily picked up his herb and tucked it nicely in an organized satchel. He turned back towards the group and sat on a conveniently placed blanket with his eyes trained on the group. "Here's a tip for you, especially you Wind: Know yourself and know your enemy and you shall not fear the result of a hundred battles," Ascen recited with smooth undertones of snide smugness. "You should learn from old books. Teaches you a lot."

Ascen twitched slightly when Colt spoke but let it go as he left to the kitchen. He turned to Agent and gave a condescending smile. "Well Agent, think about it this way. If you're in battle and your leg gets cut off, I can reattach it, albeit with lots of medical herbs and technology." He looked into a satchel he carried around at all times and sighed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see if we're lucky enough to have a replacement Morning Glory in the cafeteria like last time."

Ascen stared at Agent for the longest time as the other ponies did battle with the golem. His horn sparked with rage but his mind turned to only one thing. An oath that all medical professionals took and one that Ascen desperately wanted to hold on to...at least when it came to ponies. He finally sighed. "Your training disrupted my work," Ascen started, "You know that fireball that I hurled at the golem? That was SUPPOSED to be an instant healing potion used in battle as a replacement for my healing magic." "But noooo..." Ascen began before taking a deep breath, his eyes trained on the group.

Ascen glared silently at a small vial of a cool, blue liquid. Using his magic, he slowly levitated the bottle and poured it down a long series of tubes. The blue liquid slowly turned green as it absorbed some of the juices of multicolored herbal plants lined all throughout the tubes. He smiled. "Yes...yes..." He slowly whispered. Until a loud growl interrupted him. "U MAD BRO" Immediately, Ascen quickly gathered up the green liquid and placed it in a pitch black bowl. "Savages. Nobody seems to mind when they rip each others limbs off but Celestia forbid that I do my research in peace," he grumbled as he continued to work. Herb after herb, Ascen placed into his bowl in a way that would seem haphazardly and dangerous to the untrained eye. Slowly, Ascen began to stir after all of his herbal ingredients were in. And finally...Ascen focused all of his magic into his horn, a single golden needle, no thicker than a hair, appeared, shimmering with the radiance of the Sun in the dim light of his laboratory. Slowly, it descended into the bowl... "MUST PUNISH. MUST PUNISH." The needle shattered, hundreds of magical fragments scattered across the floor. As the radiant gold turned into a pus-like yellow, a few of those fragments went into the bowl. Immediately, the bowl began to shake as the green liquid turned pitch black. "No...no...NO!!!!" Ascen, in a fit of rage, grabbed the pitch black liquid and galloped to the training room with murder in his eyes. He opened the door and threw the bowl of pitch black liquid randomly at the biggest thing in the room...which happened to be the golem. As the liquid immediately left the bowl, it immediately caught on fire, speeding towards the Golem.

Beer...LOTS OF BEER.

Welcome to the forums! I became a brony because of Masterlinkx and at first, I thought he was trolling. And I loved the idea of making people mad since I think I'm a snide, snarky guy but really I'm dying inside with no friends and I also smell. But to troll properly, one must know your material so I watched the episodes and I loved it.

I'm a troll...not on this forum though. There was a Ddos a few months back and there are occasional trolls and some are actually pretty funny. Most need to finish Trolling 101 though. Oh, and never mention anything that has to do with Adolf Hitler near trolls.

Games are just like writing novels if you're writing the story. 1. Make a tone. Is your game going to be tragic, comedic, deep, light, etc.? 2. Make your characters. At least the main characters. 3. Come up with a basic construct. When I'm writing a fanfic, essay, novel, or whatever, I always make a basic construct. Every time you have some free time, just come up with a part of the story. I wait weeks and months before writing a fanfic, just coming up with a construct. Maybe a few lines of text. 4. Details! Certain details like what event goes where and some details. You should add foreshadowing and other, more in depth literary devices here.

What you don't know is that this isn't actually an animation in the traditional sense. This is live action with a filter placed over it and some captions added. My camera crew actually followed Almighty 김종운 to his destination and we were safe inside the Great Leader's force field as He did battle. His grace is so immeasurable that he bought me and the other unworthy cameramen pony plushies at BronyCon.

1.Do you believe in an afterlife? No, I don't believe in an afterlife and I sure hope there isn't one. Immortality is the greatest curse someone can give to a sentient being. Months become years. Years become decades. Decades become centuries. Centuries become millennia and even then, that's not even the beginning. The human brain has a storage capacity. As the years meld together and you forget your mother and father. Your sister and brother. Your first true love. Your first kiss. All that, melded incomprehensibly. What are you then? Are you still you or just a shell holding together basic functions of movement and desire? Memories are what make the individual truly different. Your genome? 90% of it is identical to some stranger on the other side of the world. You can carry your genome on $20 flash drive. Strip those memories away. What about meaning? What about purpose? What purpose and repercussions would you have? You live in an unchanging, stagnant environment, no matter how seemingly "infinite" an afterlife may seem. At least, heaven to the Christian religion. Reincarnation seems far better. 2.Are you a religious person and if so what does your specified religion state about death? No, Agnostic Atheist. My personal beliefs make me see this: I will die when the last person carrying my memory or using my works disappear. The mark I leave on this world, whether good or bad, is how I will live after my death. 3. Are you scared of death/oblivion Scared? Maybe. I'm very young after all and there are places I want to go, things I want to do, and legacies I want to leave. But after I left my legacy, after I don't have anything left in the world, death will seem sweet. Well, unless my death is at the hands of Pinkemina Diane Pie from Cupcakes. Then yes, I'M FREAKING OUT ABOUT MY DEATH.

I kind of doubt it. Remember the particle that supposedly could travel faster than the speed of light? Proved false. They might have found another particle similar to the Higgs Boson or found the Higgs Boson but maybe they can't isolate it to study it further? Call me a pessimist.

Could you do Ascen Cross? http://mlpforums.com...scen-cross-r775 He has a somber, deep in thought type expression with a warm, gold healing spell glowing from his horn. In the background, a single fractured gold coin and random potions behind him.

9/10. Great song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4ISFwQ5MIo