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Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Iron Will Sex: Male Age: Mature Species: Minotaur Eye colour: Black with yellow sclera Coat: Cobalt-silver upper half, dark cobalt lower half Mane/Tail: Mohawk and a bull's tail Physique: Extremely top-heavy with an emphasis on pectorals and biceps, pronounced tapering and fairly thin legs, much like a cliche body-builder. Residence: Largely nomadic, but owns housing in Breakbeak Cliffs. Occupation: Motivational coach and showman. Previously bodyguard and bodybuilder. History: Iron Will began life in Equestria out of curiosity – he had heard of these creatures called ponies, and he had the fortune to meet with some of them; most of them were polite enough, some of them were too easily intimidated, but on the whole they struck Iron Will as being interesting enough, and the wanderlust in him was strong enough to get him to make the trek from his home to greater Equestria. At first, he simply acted as an unusual visitor – an oddity, often misunderstood and sometimes feared, and he used this to his advantage. Not as a bully nor a robber, but rather, a bodyguard and a spectacle, showing off where he could for bits and services, impressing those around him with the capacities being a Minotaur lent him. After all, there was no pride or self-respect in being a thug, but he could most certainly feel good about being impressive and protective of those who needed inspiration or assistance. It was fun, to him, to hear ponies cheer and marvel, and as time went on, he started doing more and more showmanship, as a performing muscleman at times, showing off his strength and his courage to face mighty obstacles. He even helped out from time to time, if something very large and heavy needed moving while he happened to be about. But, still, while it was both rewarding and amusing, it wasn't satisfying to him – he knew he could do more, and the idea of being a spectacle was addicting. It was then that the idea of confidence seminars hit him - he could go around, using his impressive stature and booming voice to show off how incredible self-confidence could be! He could rally ponies and inspire them, bringing them up to the level of those around them, with seminars and shows! Yes, it'd be more writing and less lifting heavy things, but that was fine with him. Slogans simply came as part and parcel with the showmanship – he'd been doing that sort of thing for years! So, he tours Equestria - Iron Will's the name, trainin' ponies is his game! His talents, he uses out of a desire to do good, but still he keeps to his honesty and integrity, trying to instill both confidence and self-respect in those ponies that need it. Still, he keeps himself in check, and makes sure to keep to his promises - if you don't keep your word, you're out of the herd! Character Summary: Iron Will is no shouting simpleton, nor a basic boisterous boasting bullheaded brute. Iron Will is, for all his volume and bluster, a creature of both professionalism and standards. He is more clever than his initial impressions may let on, and more reasonable than his imposing stature and excessive volume may imply. That is not to say he is the paragon of civility and manners hidden in a brusque and burly shell, but he is nevertheless civil and personable in his own way. Though he is very much focused on being able to maintain self-respect and confidence, he is also rather concerned with life being reasonably 'fair', as well as maintaining a level of his own discipline. Of course, his practises aren't all that define him. Off the stage, he is the life of any party that suits him - a high-octane, muscle and mayhem sort of guy with a love for thrusting himself forward into the exciting and the unknown. Though he can get a little carried away at times, it's never by malice or in anger; his immense size and strength do him few favors when he's barelling into a doorway not quite his size, or slamming down a massive fist where only hooves were meant to tread. Though he's no gentle giant, he's still a rather even-tempered fellow, and seldom does he bully his way out of a situation that he feels responsible for. As for how he spends his time? Showing off and testing his limits, like any good high-energy showman would! Skydiving? Get the parachutes! Cliff-climbing? Absolutely! Boxing with gryphons? Get the pads on, featherheads! Rock concerts? Throw up the horns and scream! Not unlike a few ponies, Iron Will simply wasn't built with anything between 'sleeping' and 'full blast' on his energy dials. Iron Will puts out energy until he runs out of fuel, takes a few naps, and then gets back on his hooves for more. He also enjoys carpentry from time to time - after all, everyone needs a hobby, and there's a certain satisfaction to be had in making something useful with your own two hands.

It is sort of already implemented, insomuch as there's autosaving on posts in the ip.board software (the code that the admins here pay for to just have the forum built and easily accessed and looking actually pretty darn good without having to spend hundreds of hours doing all the work involved). However, that code is outside of the scope of easy access for an ipboard admin, and implementing it would actually be rather nasty, just because it'd involve non-user-triggered scripting trying to store and cycle temporary data. But, to reiterate, the workaround of simply using an 'offline' program to type up a post before putting it up can help a lot; this is also great for 'paragraph style' chat RPs. As such, this isn't something that's liable to be fixed given the massively unfavorable effort/reward ratio.

The best thing you can ever do for preserving your posts is to write them up in a simple program like notepad or writer or word, then just copy-paste over what you've written. However, due to the blackboxed nature of IPBs posting system, this would actually be rather tricky to implement, simply due to the fact that the software itself wasn't made to be very easily modified. Though your idea is good, I'm afraid the implementation would be a -lot- of work on the backend.

Given that it takes me specifically tracking down people individual by individual in order to even fill the MvM server to playable capacity, I'm not entirely convinced there'd be much point to that.

This is a cursed item. There are cursed items in the world and this is one of them. ...everything we try and do to it, goes wrong. -Grant Imahara, renowned roboticist. ​ There were some things, on any number of planets, that should not be taken from their resting places. There are some things, on every planet, that should be left well enough alone. There are things that hold power unimaginable, uncontrollable, and unpredictable, and under no circumstances what so ever should they be left in the hands of three adolescent scam artists sitting in the midst of the suburbs. That hadn't stopped a certain somebody from trying to make the ancient artifact work, of course; whether it had been for the sake of showmanship and artistry, for the sake of science and ingenuity, or just bloody dumb luck, nobody would ever know. For that matter, it was kind of moot which one of the three Ed boys was responsible for their current problem. Fact of the matter was one of the three young twits had ripped causality a new one, and not entirely on purpose. Oh well. The trip between places and realities had been short, chaotic, and entirely violent. Somewhere skirting the perimeter of Canterlot, a tear in time and space had been clawed open by powers unknown, and a healthy chunk of a quiet peach creek suburb had found itself disgorged from it. Furniture and building materials were spat out unceremonoiusly over a stretch of uninhabited mountainside, while three young sons of men were thrown about the area with no real regard to their safety. But this is not the story of the rubble or the rift - it's the story of the stragglers thrown about. Ed, Edd, and Eddy to be precise. Edd had managed to catch himself in the lower boughs of a tree, clinging for dear life as he hoped his momentum would come to a half. Eddy had flown a bit farther, leaving the intellect's sight entirely. Ed? Ed was presumably just fine, given his usual tenacity in the face of physical adversity. "Oh, confound all these increasingly infortuitous mishaps! I knew we shouldn't have tampered with that contemptuously unidentifiable trinket..." Edd grumbled to himself, bemoaning yet another misfire of his associate's scheming. "I don't even recognize this particular locale! What on earth are we supposed to do now?" He continued, inching his way closer to the haft of the branch, getting himself a little more stable. He wasn't aware of anyone being around to hear him, nor did he expect the approach of any living creature. He realized that he was on a mountain-side, clinging to a conifer of some sort - a tiny part of his brain calculated that he was probably hundreds of miles from the cul de sac - and possibly any near point of civilization. However, for the sake of keeping calm, he didn't think too hard on that one, instead more concerned about getting back to the ground and recollecting his associates. But where were was the con-art king and the lumbering lummox, anyhow? Edd wasn't entirely sure, and so he kept an ear out for either upset shouting of Eddy cursing a failed scheme, or Ed inevitably finding something to laugh about. At very least, his unintentional perch gave him a decent vantage point for looking and listening.

okay due to the fact that I like not paying more on my electric bill than necessary, I will now move the server availability from "most of the time" to "whenever I get wind that anyone whatsoever wants me to boot up the server". Just lettin' ya know. If you see the server offline and that's inconvenient to you, gimme a shout.

I'm trying to figure out how I'm supposed to pronounce your name, and all I'm succeeding in doing is making my lips rebel against my brain. Also hi. Welcome to this place. Please do not set things on fire. Fire bad. Ponies acceptable.

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If that doesn't work, you should just be able to order in a fan of the same size and install it yourself. Most cooling pads actually use standard 100-350mm case fans, because those are already made for cheap by somebody else.

You should be able to dismantle the cooling pad itself using a precision phillips screwdriver, then adjust the screws holding the fan in place. There's almost no risk in doing this, so long as the device is off and disconnected from your laptop. Make sure you don't tug too hard on any cables within the pad itself, as they're probably not held very firmly in place.

"Realm of the Mad God" Sort of fits this bill. "Realm of the Mad God" is also a nausea-inducing experience, because turning causes the entire map to turn about your character, rather than anything sane. I wouldn't try too hard to forge these ideas. SHMUPS are all about bullet patterns and linear progression, while MMOs are all about sustained playability and PvP.

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Fancy Pants Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Silver Aquamarine Coat: White Mane/Tail: Turquoise – of reasonable length and extremely well-kept Physique: Masculine Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Nobility Cutie Mark: Three crowns Likes : Polite company, finery, variety, trying new things, monocles Dislikes: Elitism, Social segregation, condescension, greed History: Born into a rather wealthy family, Fancy Pants was afforded an incredibly comfortable upbringing in Canterlot. He was suited by some of the finest tailors, educated by only the most accomplished tutors, nourished with a diet of superb quality and nutrition, and allowed all the pleasures and benefits a wealthy stallion could ask for. His upbringing was what anypony could ever wish for, and more. He had everything he desired, though in truth he did not desire much more than what was already given to him. For that matter, what he often desired most was company, and that was something that came easily enough amidst the Creme of Canterlot. At a young age, he learned the ways of social grace, how to act in both a dignified and charming manner, and how to surround himself with the 'right' ponies. Given his intellect, the skill of social manipulation was one that he excelled at, reading the emotions and intentions of other ponies quietly, then using those to his benefit. In his foalhood, Fancy Pants made friends with a handful of others his age in Canterlot, many of them dictated to him by the families his parents knew. He didn't mind being told who to get along with, for that matter – it was fun, making friends! However, he found some of his fellow foals a bit too stuck-up to make true friends with, and those he found most fun to be around were often on the lower ends of the upper crust. Still, not once did he fail to extend the olive branch of friendship, and not once was he anything less than polite and well-mannered around anypony. It wasn't until he was well on his way to colthood that he started to realize just how much he enjoyed being amidst high society, and being able to influence it. Within the first year of entering the finest private school in Canterlot, he quickly picked up on the nuances of socialization. He rather quickly figured who to know, how to influence them, who to trust, and who to simply make acquaintances with. This, of course, he used to his advantage, rising through the social pyramid with charm, grace, and a relentless cleverness. By the end of the first year of school, he was unquestionably the most influential student in the entire school, more-so than the young colts and fillies several years his senior! This, of course, brought jealousy and contempt from his older peers, but with tenacity and compassion, he managed to win over the more stubborn of the older colts, and soon enough, he was made class minister by way of majority vote. With his talents for social grace and sensitivity for others, he earned his first taste of actual power through social artistry, and almost immediately, he set about trying to figure out how to put it to good use for everypony. It was through his actions, both in gaining leadership and using it to benefit others, that he earned his cutie-mark – a triangle of equal crowns. His trend of gaining social status through connections and networking only grew from there. Even before he entered his graduating year, there was no question as to which colt would be named Valedictorian. Though he was by not quite the most handsome or the most wealthy pony, he still had more friends and more acquaintances than anypony else, and for such events as dances and promenades, he was easily the most desired colt to be seen with. Despite all this, however, he let not one bit of it go to his head, for as far as he was concerned his humility was an invaluable part of his personality, and to betray it would slowly ruin him. Once he was a stallion of his own means, he began setting out to conquer Canterlot. Perhaps conquer is not the correct word, but rather, to become the Most Important Pony amidst the high society. Throughout his youth, he had taken the time to look at the society around him, and he noticed things that he wished to be able to change. Segregation between the classes, to him, was something that should be avoided, for not only is variety the spice of life, but it simply wasn't fair to judge anypony based on the company they kept nor the family they were born into. The emphasis on excess, while sometimes comfortable, also struck him as somewhat wasteful, and so he learned to both appreciate and to make do not only to the grandiose and the spectacular, but also the humble and the earnest. Now that he has managed to win over a fairly sizable portion of Canterlot's wealthiest and most prominent members, he has begun to slowly set out bringing a bit more cheer and acceptance into the upper classes of Canterlot, hoping to slowly ease away the walls of disparity between those of various social standings. It is a monumental task ahead of him, but as far as he is concerned, it is one well worth undertaking. Character Summary: Well, where can one begin when it comes to what is arguably one of the most notable ponies of Canterlot! There is the manner of unquestionably favourable social status, the splendour of properly-acquired wealth, the immaculate social grace and charm, and the ever-present aura of dignity and perseverance about this stallion, all of which are quite simply undeniable. However, these do not define the pony in question. They surround him, yes, and they are associated with him, but none of them are allowed to tarnish the truly golden part of him - namely, his heart. Fancy Pants, in spite of all his wealth and influence, is an incredibly intelligent pony, and with that intelligence came not arrogance, but empathy. Given his huge head-start in life, being born into a very wealthy family with no shortage of social ties and interaction, he realized that he was in a fairly unique position from an early age. He could live idly, of course, and simply live life off of the family fortune, but that did not suit him. He could invest and become wealthier still, and with his mind that would be both simple and lucrative, but that did not suit him either. More than anything, he desired power in Canterlot, though to use for his own ends; he desired the power to bring about change, so that he might improve the lives of those who wanted to better themselves. His is a philosophy not of equality or uniform consistency, but rather one of acceptance and embracing the splendour of variety and vivacity. Fancy Pants may be wealthy, but it is his belief that if one finds beauty in all things, rather than just that which aims to be beautiful, then the world is all the more wondrous to look upon. He enjoys the quality of life that being in high society affords him, both with the comforts and the luxuries he is both able and expected to surround himself with, but by no means does he aim to limit himself to it. He appreciates art and fashion in many forms, from the classic styles of the finest works to the newer experiments of the cutting edge, but also that which has long since been lost to society and that which is simply practical, rather than fashionable. He enjoys company of all sorts, from the grace and elegance of Canterlot, the honesty and charm of Ponyville, the honesty and earnest enthusiasm of Appleoosia, to even the distinct pride of Stalliongrad, though he most commonly keeps among those in Canterlot. In summation, Fancy Pants is the most prominent of the unicorns in Canterlot, but by no means is he arrogant for it. He maintains his social position through charm and compassion, so that he may help broaden the minds and hearts of those around him, which he hopes in turn will improve things for those ponies not lucky enough to be in high society. He is a king among kings, the creme de la creme, but as far as he is concerned, that does not mean anypony else should be treated as anything less than his equal.

There's no way there'll be enough people to properly populate a RvB TF2 server at any given time...

Once I start hosting the server, it'll be up as long as I have the server machine powered on, which would be most of the time since it's a small desktop. It would have a password initially.

4.5/5 obviously Rarity-alicorn should have her eyes open, Phil. ...also 4/5 for suddenly showin' up when I was trying to comment on phil's avatar.

Alright, just to get this actually going, I'll make an MvM server for canterlot, due to the fact that TF2 is, in fact, free. If that doesn't pan out, I'll try L4D2.

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