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  1. So, recently I noticed that almost everyone at my age are starting to get their driver's licenses, which made me think... What kind of driver would I be? Well, I thought a bit and I guess I'm a natural born... bad driver. When I start thinking about how hard it must be to drive a car, especially in high-traffic roads, I shake my head and stop thinking about it, because it scares the hell out of me. I mean, I cannot imagine myself driving a car. It's really hard to remember all of the rules. Plus if you mess up you are pretty much screwed up, both financially and/or physically (and, what would people think of you???). I think I inherited this trait from my mother -- she gets anxious when she's driving in a car... and I don't want to start talking how she reacts when she's supposed to drive. I think I will not be getting my driver's license any time soon (if ever). Anyhow, my question is: are you a natural born good driver, or a natural born bad driver?
  2. Okay, so I have this new CM that I'm SO excited for!! ;w; and I want to be sure that I look through all options before making a final decision. Of course I can't take them all but I'd love a list of ideas from everyone on what they'd think this CM can represent as a talent or skill! ANYTHING. It can range from dark, and twisted to childish and simple! With that being said, here's my new CM: And here's the list of options that I have so far. If you like any of them, feel free to let me know... that's fine too! If you suggest something new, I'll add it to the list of suggestions also! 1. Capable of speaking to deceased 2. Paranormal investigator/Medium 3. Spiritual summoner/necromancer with Grimoire as a guide 4. Talented horror/spooky/ghost story teller 5. Talented with spiritual/ghost history/knowledge 6. Pony that sets up great haunted houses/decor That's all so far! Thank you in advance for any help! I'm pretty excited, and any help will be highly appreciated.
  3. Hey guys, my mom drew this awhile back when season 3 ended. Do you guys like it? Oh, and the name "Shazia" is my middle name. So yeah I made a poll for you guys to vote.
  4. Just scroll to the bottom if your lazy I live my life, one day at a time. A good portion of those days are uneventful, always falling in the same routine: I wake up, walk to work, work, walk home, then bum around until I go to bed. Some times I'll hang with my few friends, while other times I'll just play video games or watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Every so often, something new and interesting happens: I meet an old friend, I find a dollar on the ground, or I get chased by a stray dog. Living in a dying city isn't very fun or interesting. This city was once full of life and color, but now... now most of the houses are sagging, the businesses sit empty and abandoned, and several open fields lay barren of the once great factories that helped drive the economy. I had never seen this city during those times in person, but I have seen pictures. My mother and father lived happy, and they could only wish the same for me growing up. Sadly, I cannot say I have achieved that wish of theirs. I've fallen into the same dull routine: Wake, work, sleep, repeat. I do have some moments of bliss, but the daily struggles I go through outweigh the small moments of joy I have. My Little Pony has helped, but it's still just another thing to give my hopes up on. Every time I see the show, or one of the ponies on a fan site, I recoil a bit at the bright colors, the joyful faces of the ponies, and the peaceful scenery of their world. It's so hard to look at that beautiful world, having it so close to my grasp; I reach out to touch it's warm colors and bright, smiling faces of the ponies. Only to be stopped by my computer screen. I snapped back to reality. It gets to the point where I will simply shut down my computer and walk away. I do that a lot, especially after my parents death. I go for a walk. When I feel sad, I walk. When I feel tired, I walk. When I feel like walking... I walk. Walking has become my second life in a sense; I spend at least half my day outside along the crumbling side-walks and decaying suburbs. I've seen people come and go. I've seen buildings torn down, burned up, or have so much graffiti on its walls that its original color is unrecognizable. I very rarely pass any other people on my strolls. Most people don't like to look at their once beautiful city, their homes or former businesses. I don't blame them. In fact I envy them. They saw this place with their own two eyes, seeing the buildings still standing tall and proud, the lawns freshly cut, the paved roads, and sidewalks still intact. The only thing I've ever seen that even comes close is my mother's paintings, each of them colorful scenes of this concrete world. She started painting once everything crumbled beneath her feet, making the sad scenery before her look beautiful. Her masterpiece is of an open field that yielded a parking garage. Over it, she drew an amazing rainbow. My favorite picture. I guess that is part of why I like Rainbow Dash the most out of all the other ponies. Her colors, the amazing sonic rainboom, all remind me of that picture. There have been times I wished I had my own Rainbow Dash, or more realistically a plushie of her, to curl up in bed with. I've made an old Simba into a "temporary" replacement, until I am able to save enough money for one. It helps, in a way. Like holding it close will heal my wounds, my pain, and my sorrow. My feet, after countless hours of walking in my old shoes, pulsate under the sheet, and all the while, I'll hold that stuffed animal harder than a mother protecting her child. It's the only thing I can look at and feel true joy, even if it isn't physically the Rainbow Dash I want. It will have to do. ---------- Today, as usual, I walked to work. It was the same shit, just a different day, watching the same people enter the store, grab their merchandise and pay, then walk out with bags in tow. My shift ended after several hours of this. I clocked out and started walking home. I decided to use a different route this time, for a change in pace, a little something different from the normal path I walk. This part of town was hit the worst; only a few houses still stand, and none of them occupied. It truly is a sad sight to see. Then again, it's really the only sight I see. The only sight I'll ever see. Or so I thought. I was stopped by something unusual; a stray cardboard box in the middle of the sidewalk. Now, living in this kind of area I see trash all the time. Boxes, McDonalds cups, and plastic bags litter the streets and empty fields, but rarely will I see a cardboard box that isn't crushed in one way or another. I noticed this particular box because it happened to be in my way. During my younger years, I tried to do what I could for the community. I'd pick up trash when I saw it, or I'd attempt to help my neighbors. It was a losing battle. Now-a-days, I'd given up any hope of cleaning this city, much less my neighborhood. Now I'll just pass the trash by, letting it blow away in the breeze or sit there and decompose. I let what's left of the "people" do their own things, since most of them don't care about anyone other than themselves. Why should I be any different? I walked past the box, barely giving it a glance. Nothing about it caught my attention right away. I continued on, my home not far away now. Upon arriving, I sat down down and played some games, attempting to push the box out of my mind. I had little luck, as the box somehow managed to push it's way back in. Time crept on by, and I soon found myself wanting to go for another walk. I left the house and started down my usual route when I stopped. What was it about that box that made it stick out in my mind? I turned around, starting down the path I had taken to get home, the path that I only walk once in a blue moon. Curiosity got the best of me, and I wanted some closure. Within minutes I found it, still sitting there, sad and alone among the broken concrete and over-grown grass. It didn't move, it didn't stand out as if it were special. It was an ordinary, brown cardboard box. I didn't want to say I came out here for nothing, so I walked closer to it. As I drew closer, however, I began to notice something inside. It was brightly colored, multiple colors in fact, and was quite small. Maybe the size of a few month old Labrador puppy. I stopped beside the box, and looked down at the colorful blob inside. This is where I currently stand: looking into the box at a small... something. No, I know exactly what it is, but my brain isn't allowing me to fully realize it just yet. At first I want to say it's simply a toy, left to die along with all the other things in this block. But then I saw it breathing. In fact, it appears to be sleeping. My hands are sweating, my breathing erratic, and I'm blinking my eyes trying to refresh my vision. Each time, the image stays the same. Inside, is a sleeping... filly... Rainbow Dash...my mom got scared, and said, 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.' I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, 'Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, 'Yo homes smell ya later!' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
  5. HELLO PPL my name is PONESLAYR i hate PONEIS but IM also a TALNTED ARTST so pls c my comx ISSUE 1 ISSUE 2 ISSUE 3 ISSUE 4 ISSUE 5 ISSUE 6 ISSUE 7 ISSUE 8 ISSUE 9 ISSUE 10 SPECIAL ISSUE 11 ISSUE 12 ISSUE 13 ISSUE 14 ISSUE 15 ISSUE 16 ISSUE 17 ISSUE 18 ISSUE 19 ISSUE 20 ISSUE 21 ISSUE 22 ISSUE 23 ISSUE 24 ISSUE 25 ISSUE 26 ISSUE 27 ISSUE 28 ISSUE 29 ISSUE 30 ISSUE 31 ISSUE 32 ISSUE 33 ISSUE 34 ISSUE 35 ISSUE 36 ISSUE 37 ISSUE 38 ISSUE 39 ISSUE 40 ISSUE 41 ISSUE 42 ISSUE 43 ISSUE 44 ISSUE 45 ISSUE 46 ISSUE 47 ISSUE 48 ISSUE 49 ISSUE 50 SERIES 2 ISSUE 51 ISSUE 52 ISSUE 53 ISSUE 54 BRONEY COMIX SERIES 1 HELLO PPL my name is now PONELUVR i luv PONEIS ISSUE 1 ISSUE 2 ISSUE 3 ISSUE 4 ISSUE 5 ISSUE 6 ISSUE 7 ISSUE 8 ISSUE 9 ISSUE 10 ISSUE 11 ISSUE 12 ISSUE 13 ISSUE 14 ISSUE 15 ISSUE 16 ISSUE 17 ISSUE 18 ISSUE 19 ISSUE 20 MLPFORUMS BIRTHDAY SPECIAL ISSUE 21 ISSUE 22 I MAK MOR REGLARY SO CHEK BACK PLS *So this is an idea I got a while back but finally went through with. All over the internet, we see haters, sure. But what if there was a person who hated ponies and bronies so much that they actually spent all their time in a festering pit of rage? And this person focused his hatred into making pony hate-comics? Behold, this thread. In it, I play the role of an over-the-top hater. This is just satire. I really don't mean to offend anybody, since I highly doubt anybody like the star of this comic actually exists. Any time I don't act like PONESLAYR in this thread, I'll mark it.
  6. So seeing as I ran out of room in the description , this entry will pretty much describe what I'm doing. So I will link to the topic which started my thoughts about making this http://mlpforums.com/topic/47161-giving-back-to-the-brony-community/#entry1121496 . Or if you can't be bothered reading through all of that then I will sum it up for you. I had some dark times and mlp is what pulled me through, now my life has meaning and I want to give my thanks to the community by any means necessary. Most people said that staying on here will be thanks enough but it's me and I have to show my appreciation. So a bunch of people said that I can find my talent and then help out which I liked a bunch but one person mentioned it as my cutie mark and a light went off in my head. So what I'm doing here is just posting how my search for my cutie mark continues or starts in this case. I am planning on giving each activity a month to see if its for me and so that by the end of the activity I should have some kind of skill. Now, where to start? I guess art. I was never good at art. I having a feeling at the end of the month I will be putting a poorly made stick figure of Trixie up on here. I guess that I will do a bit of editing already made pieces of art before starting my own. Febuary = Art (This should be fun :/ )