Addem Up

Sweet balls of gravy. It even... the listen icon even says "Beatbox"... I'm dying over here. I just... there are no words.

Yay! Internets! *rubs them on body* AAAHARCGJ HETIMJKFLSHFD IT FEELS SO GOOD. But seriously, folks, NPH is da bomb. Can't wait for Dr. Horrible 2.

Just gonna leave this here for you guys. You guys all love NPH, right? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=taSsN2BmfpY And there couldn't be a thread more appropriate than this.

Addem jolts upwards, a sharp beep from his glasses startling him. "Wh-what the?" He looks around, bewildered. "That means... but I didn't bring any of my inventions with me..." He took off his glasses, fiddling with them, then put them back on. Squinting, he looked directly at Royal, then trotted over to him. "Excuse me..."

As he entered the cafe, Addem looked around at the ponies inside. He noticed a small group of ponies congregating, and veered off in the opposite direction. He ordered an apple tart, then sat back, mentally preparing himself for the hectic day ahead.

I wouldn't call it painful, exactly, but the most traumatizing was when I had pneumonia. I couldn't get enough air into my lungs... it was terrifying.

The older pony chuckled, shaking her head. "The Gray One? You'll want the fantasy section." She points down the aisle to a dusty series of books, a small, hand-painted sign proclaiming "Fantasy". "Although I don't see what's so important. It's just a myth, after all."

Emeralds, I guess. Doesn't really matter, anypony can see. Doesn't really matter to me. And now, with the Queen reference, I have filled the limit.

The librarian trotted after him, curiously staring at him. "You don't speak like someone from around here." She watched him as he scanned the shelves, then asked, "What exactly are you looking for? I'm sure I can help you find it." She chuckled slightly. "It is my job, after all."

How about Addem Up (link in sig) mining for gems? I'm always looking to get a new picture help new artists practice their drawing.

An older mare opens the library door, frowning at Pondah. "Who are you? Have you come to take out a book?" She fumbles around in her saddlebag, then pulls out a pair of glasses. Placing them on her nose, she peers at Pondah. "You're not from around here, are you? "

Addem frowned at the new pony, shaking his head. "The machine? What's that?" He paused, then said, "Wait a second. You talked to me. And you're not old, or creepy... Are you normal?" He chuckled. "I can't believe it. Another normal pony. I thought I was alone after opening that box."

Addem trotted off the train, his growling stomach reminding him that he hadn't had a meal recently. He checked his pockets, making sure that the small sack of bits he carried was still there, then looked around for a cafe. Spotting another pony with the same idea, he followed him, hoping to find a good apple tart.

Addem growled, pacing around his lab for what felt like the millionth time. "That was my research! My field! How dare they use what I've discovered!" He shakes his head. "And for that 'New Science'! They wouldn't know science if it danced on their head." Fuming, he grabbed a wrench, beginning yet another round of repairs on his lighting systems. A steady stream of curses flowed from his mouth as he worked. The wrench slipped from his hoof, clattering across the floor. He sighed, trotting after it and returning to the machine. A nagging curiosity tugged at the back of his mind. Go look. It won't hurt to look. And you might actually learn something, instead of sitting around on your flank, fixing this hunk of junk. He sighed, dropping the wrench and nodding. "You're right, tiny voice in my head." He chuckled to himself. I've gone crazy, I guess. He got up, trotting outside and heading towards the train depot, a newfound eagerness in his heart. "One ticket to Canterlot, please."

I slowly trot towards the light, ignoring the ponies around me. Adjusting my glasses and rubbing some of the dust off of them, I squint towards the light, trying to see what's inside it. "Hello? Is somepony there? Something?" A way out? I approach the light, gulping. Here we go.

Whee! Fiery doom! Also, you've got the theme song of this RP stuck in my head now. Thanks a lot, Nixium.

I get the feeling Twilight would be the best player out of all of the ponies. She or Big Macintosh.

He gulps, looking around wildly. "This... this doesn't make sense..." Flustered, he trots about, then stops, sighing. He takes a deep breath, calming down, then said, "All right. This is a dream. Or an alternate universe. Or a different timeline. But... This can't be The Real World. I don't believe it. I... I can't see the truth."

Addem glances around, trotting away from the shadows. "What do you mean, there are no music boxes? Where have they gone?" Addem cocks his head trying to hear the sounds echoing from the light. "What was that? What are you saying? And... how are you saying it?" He frowns, confused.

He shouts, tumbling as he slides out into the street. Dusting himself off, he adjusts his glasses, peering at the sign. "What? Why are they buying poison? And where the hell am I?" Addem frowns, thinking things over. "Everything started with that music box. Maybe I need to find it? But where would it be?" Frowning, his trots up to one of the old ponies. "Excuse me, have you seen a music box?"

I frown, trotting over to the TV and attempting to switch it off. "That's not right. Besides, don't you have somepony else to teach you those things?" He pauses, blinking and frowning. "And how did you get in here, anyway? Who are you? ...Where am I?" He looked around. "Something's... off."

Yeah, I use OpenOffice. It's free, and Microsoft doesn't need any more of my money. I will. I thought I had spelled everything correctly...

Here ya go, Ballistic. Tell me if there's anything else you need. And where do I put in that I spent a point on improved spellcasting?