Halide

Tony saw the opportunity, and he took it, what a guy.

Also, Rose, I also doubt that your 3-point list of intrigue and brevity thoroughly outlines all the things you have done did whilst I was away, but I will sleuth my way around and see what all's changed.

Honestly so long as everybody's havin a good time I guess it's all fine.

 

(also which GPU'd ya get)

Oh my god it's been at least six years and this thread is still here.

 

OH MY GOD THIS ENTIRE SUBSECTION OF THE FORUM IS NAMED AFTER THIS THREAD.

 

ROSEWIND WHAT DID YOU DO

Oh my god, this thread is still going?

It's been years.

YEARS.

 

 

 

I just checked it's actually been going for over three years.

RH, dude.

What the pluck.

Roleplay Type: Mane

Name: Matchie

Sex: Female

Age: Mare

Species: Unicorn

Eye Color: Dark blue

Coat Color: Royal purple

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Magenta and dark lavender; long, styled to look just a little tumbled, yet not enough to look messy.

Physique: Somewhat slender, somewhat tall.

Cutie Mark: A heart, cut into two puzzle-pieces.

Origin/Residence: Fillydelphia

Occupation: Self-employed; Matchmaking service

Motivation: Helping ponies find where they should be in life, mostly in terms of who they're likely to work well with.

Likes: Dating, romantic stories, flirting, puzzles, candles, matches, February and snowboarding

Dislikes: Cheating, prudishness, mud, being alone in the dark.

Character Summary:

There are a great many ponies in the land of Equestria, and many other sentient species aside. Apart from living in Equestria, though, they all have one thing in common, and that is love. It is love - romance, passion, compassion, brother and sisterhood, devotion, all of these synonyms - that Matchie feels truly enamoured by, and thus, it is her vocation. Matchie the Matchmaker Mare, some call her. A pony compelled by, if not obsessed with, the idea of love being in the air, a constant and benevolent control in the lives of everything around her. She is an optimist eternal, a darling dame whose passion is passion itself, whether that passion burns bright with amorous intent or simply glows in eternal contentment, it is the single most important thing in the whole world to her, and for her, the greatest thing of all is for ponies to find it.

Not that Matchie started off this way, no. As a young foal, the daughter of a fairly quiet, somewhat well-to-do trades-ponies in Fillydelphia, Matchie grew up happy amidst her brother and two sisters, the youngest of them all. She loved her family, and they loved her - her mother adored her, her father found her naivety and optimism endearing, and though her siblings might have squabbled with each-other, they seldom found reason to squabble with her. It's not that she was a perfect little filly, but it was as though her very foundations were made of compassion, sprinkled with respect and humility. In any time where she and her family were at odds, seldom as this was, she realized that she loved them, and they loved her, and really what harm would it do to just back down, smile, and respect what they asked of her? Of course she had to avoid backing down too much, and if she insisted (rare as the case was), she often got her way.

School, of course, was another matter. She may have loved everypony around her in some way, but other students did not necessarily love her back. Some found her very creepy. She learned rather early on that it wasn't okay to show everypony as much affection as she showed her family, and that some ponies would rather not be told that they were loved at all. It took her by surprise, of course, and having to learn this lesson was somewhat difficult at first, but it was a lesson she took to heart nonetheless, and well before those around her started taking 'love' to mean things that none of them really understood yet.

But, for all that she had a bit of a rough start in school, she found ways to express herself better, to show that she truly did care about everypony and everyone that she shared her life with. As she and those around her started growing up, there was the lesson that ponies can love what they do in life every bit as much as those around them, and so she started paying attention to that, too. What better way was there to help somepony find love than to help them find what they love in life? That wasn't so hard! Of course, being a filly, she wasn't all that good at it, but she wasn't bad, and there was no question at all that she meant well, even if her own cutiemark had yet to appear.

A couple more years went by, and then a third type of love started to emerge. She knew about platonic love, she knew about a love of one's life, and yes she kind of knew about love between ponies, but then there was something new, and something she hadn't really appreciated before : true love. Yes, she fell head over hooves for a few stallions, and even a filly or two, but that wasn't quite true love. No, true love hadn't found her yet, but it had found two of her very good friends, and neither of them quite had the courage to face both the intimidating idea that they were truly meant for each-other... and the massive fear of rejection should either of them say no. It was time to take matters into her own hooves, and make sure everything was just right for the two of them.

So she masterminded. She plotted and puzzled and pondered and pontificated and schemed and sauntered and solved and thought. Everything had to be set up at least reasonably well, and it was her one shot to make them both happy for the rest of their lives! And so she put together a blind date. She brought him to the park, where the filly he adored was waiting. A few gentle suggestions, a push, and a date put together for the both of them... well, that is another story. Suffice to say, she nearly worked her flank off getting them to realize true love so early in their lives, and with enough work, she succeeded. A young colt and filly, united. A cutiemark gained, and a vocation found. They were happy as could be. She was happy they were happy. It felt right, and if the cutiemark was anything to go by, that was what she was meant to do!

However, not everything was fairytale romance and high drama with happy endings! That was just the most fun. No, Matchie kept up with helping other ponies around her figure out what they loved in life, and to some extent tried to help them to get it. She knew almost everypony in her school, and just the same everypony knew her to some extent. She was a counsellor, of sorts, for matters of crushes, cutiemarks, classes, and as time went on, she even did a bit of help with career counselling, especially for those ponies whose cutiemarks weren't really cut out to be a decent job. Although she could figure out what suited whom, though, how they'd go about actually getting it was not her forte, and so her future as a counsellor wasn't one that seemed likely.

School ended, she moved out of her parent's home, and Matchie realized that her own career was somewhat uncertain. She hadn't been a stellar student, her magical abilities were just a touch below average, she hadn't actually spent a huge amount of time really thinking of how she'd get what she wanted in life, and for all that she had a great many friends in school, none of them could really offer her work right off the bat. So, she did hairdressing, because she was decent with a brush and scissors, and it turned out she was good at figuring out what styles suited which ponies. Unfortunately, her actual hairdressing skills were nothing of any real note; she could find the right sort of image for her customers, in her mind, but actually turning that image into a reality wasn't entirely practised, and so she didn't get anywhere with it. But, at least she had ponies to talk to, and while styling some of her regular customers, she at least could give them a bit of cheerful conversation.

By chance, one of her favourite customers was having trouble finding a stallion in her life. She didn't really know how to find what sort of pony she wanted, and there wasn't any real way of meeting one without going for the old-fashioned ways of going to festivals, parties, get-togethers and juice bars in some hope of finding a decent single stallion.

That was it. That was what Matchie could do. That was what she was good at, what had felt so harmoniously right above and beyond all else. That was her vocation, and with some investment money from some of her richer clients, she set up a matchmaking service, finding most of them a stallion, and helping one more ease her way out of the closet, making them all far happier than any of her hair-styling had.

And so, here she is. Matchie the Matchmaking Mare once more, with her own little office in Phillydelphia, mail and fill-in forms scattered in every city for mares and stallions who feel like filling one out, doing exactly what she loves doing most of all, almost for free.

I feex now.

"Punisher of those who sell counterfeit watches"

Some languages are oddly specific.

...Uhoh. Where did my everything go on this.

The movie was good from a technical standpoint. I have read My Little Dashie as one of my first fanfics which inspired me to write.

What I am shocked at was the comments I read on Equestria Daily about it, how there was a such a negative backlash and how they disliked that this movie even was made as it brought up the fanfic. Ok, My Little Dashie is by no means the best fanfic but wow such drama.

It's because it'a a manipulative, grotesque, creepy and altogether wretched piece of work written from the point of view of a frighteningly possessive manic obsessive, and yet people are sympathizing with a story that borderlines on an unsettling reversal of Stockholm Syndrome.

My entire reaction to the topic :

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.

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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.

IT'S UP.

WHERE DOING THIS!!!

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.