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...I just checked all of his threads. He actually hasn't followed any of them.

are you actually following your threads when you make 'em? Cuz... if you aren't, you're not gonna -get- notifications. For that matter, you're not following this thread, so you're not gonna get notifications from it.

...You wanna give people more to go on there, pal? You've said nothing about height, weight, physique, demeanor, or locale. PS : You know there's a ponymaker on dA, right?

Well, Zaphod's just this guy, you know? Haven't forgotten about it, still thinking up more to say about him.

I've always hated Chuck Norris.

I've run a dedicated server for most of them, so it won't be all that problematic. Plus, the machine I'm planning on using is pretty healthy and fairly robust, so I don't really see any major issues there. ...Also, I am pretty sure that you can't really run a warframe dedicated server effectively, since it's an online-based game. Kind of like how you can't run a dedicated World of Tanks or Guild Wars 2 server.

I don't have minecraft, and because I'm selfish and want to play the game I'd be hosting on a machine in my own home, I'm not gonna host that one.

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Name: Guardsbane Gender: Male Age: Mature Species: Changeling Eye colour: dark emerald Character colour: Black Mane/Tail/Other: Short-trimmed, black, free of holes. Physique: Sturdily built, lacking in holes Residence: Nomadic Occupation: Sky pirate Cutie Mark: None Unique Traits: Specializes in subterfuge, infiltration and reconnaisance. Extremely talented with voice acting, capable of shapeshifting to any sort of pony necessary to get in and get the information he needs. History: The failure of a changeling hive is a terrible thing to bear witness to, but it is even more terrible to try and survive it. It is the loss of order and structure, a loss of rule or regulation. Infractions become problems, injustice becomes commonplace, and abject chaos follows not long behind, many of the drones forced to choose between abandoning the hive or attempting to adapt to a constantly changing and increasingly hostile environment. It was one young drone that decided to leave - not in fear, but in confidence. Slipping away was easy, as no-one would really miss yet another worker, no matter whom he may be. It's the survival thereafter that gets difficult. But, this drone had a plan, a set of skills, and a number of ideas. He did not start out his independence glamorously though; in fact, at first, he had to beg an earthpony family for shelter and water, barely disguised as a sickly-looking pony wearing a discarded hood. But, it was a start - as he regained his strength and secretly fed off the love the family had for one-another, so too did the appearances of his disguise improve. As he heard them chatter and talk amidst themselves, he learned their voices and their mannerisms. As visitors wandered by, he learned more of the lay of the land and what might be found in it. It was not a glorious victory, nor a heart-wrenching goodbye; it was a learning experience and an opportunity to begin his journey, and for that he was grateful enough to bid the family farewell before he quietly left one autumn afternoon. This cycle repeated itself, with a few modifications - he arrived in Manehatten, taking the guise of a youth who had run away from home, never to go back. That's what he was, after all, why not put a more approachable spin on a hidden truth? But this time, he managed to find work in a bustling marketplace, and his mind was flooded nearly to bursting with the sounds and mannerisms of ponykind. He drank it all in greedily, learning accents and colloquialisms and names and faces and figures and places. Love was easy enough to siphon from couples young and old, from families of foals and from the teeming city life. With so much affection and so few changelings to feast upon it, he had more than plenty. The days became weeks, the weeks months, and day and night cycled into a year of constant learning and growth. The drone had grown cunning, strong and wise to the ways of Equestria, far moreso than most changelings were often allowed. But there was one lesson he learned that truly caught his attention : Ponies loved more than just eachother. Some loved property, others loved power, and others still loved money. While these affections were perhaps twisted and impure, their imperfection allured him more than the normal fare, and so he became more interested in following these ill desires. Perhaps it was fate, be it good or ill, that led him to a shadowy warehouse one evening. Perhaps it was destiny that caused him to find one who loved power and money with more passion than most ponies loved their betrothed. Whatever the case was, it was one night that the drone found a pirate captain and his crew, hiding in shadows, riches and their misguided obsession with riches and power. But it was chance that they spared the drone when he was caught watching their collection of spoils, and it was a silvered tongue that convinced them of the worth an unparalleled spy might have whilst finding new riches to plunder and new ways to foil a guardsman's post - not through sneaking and hiding, but through trickery and deceipt. Thus ended the story of the lonely drone who had abandoned his withering hive, and so began the story of Guardsbane the Changeling. Character Summary: Guardsbane is, first and above all, a confidence trickster. He is polite, he is somewhat surely, he is cunning, and he is as slippery as a newborn eel. His interests and well-being comes first before other things, both in the short and long-term whenever he can manage to calculate such. Whenever he is not pretending to be someone else, however, he is a calm and reasonably pleasant evil individual, though one that does not have much of a measure of compassion or sincerity in his heart. It is not that he is cruel or callous, it is simply that such values that might have brought him to be otherwise were never taught to him, nor were they ever useful to him. That aside, he is of markedly above-average intelligence, though his education is markedly lacking at times due to his lack of pony upbringing, and he'll occasionally misinterpret some colloquialisms out of lack of familiarity. That all aside, he has a somewhat clumsy eye for fashion, though he secretly admires those ponies who can put together outfits of elegance or particular impression. Though he has by no means any desire to involve himself overmuch in clothing or dressing up, he still keeps a small trunk of outfits for several of his favored personae, most of whom are unicorns due to the fact that most of his interaction with ponies stays on the ground. Though he's a reasonably proficient flier as far as changelings go, he's never considered himself a terribly convincing pegasus. As far as his personal interests go, apart from his own gain, Guardsbane considers himself something of an intellectual, enjoying art and philosophy whenever he can spare the indulgence. Though his own philosophy is one of self-centrism and ensuring his own quality of life while he has it to enjoy, he still reads up on other philosophies and ideals - not only to broaden and adapt his reserve of personalities to draw upon, but also for engaging his own mind. Despite this, he doesn't have much of a taste for fictional works, finding them not to be of terribly high value as far as his time is concerned.

Any scene where Pinkie's mouth stretches to ridiculous proportions legitimately horrifies me. That scene where she devours a cake-batter shell of her own entire body haunts me to this day. I still have flashbacks to nightmares brought on by early 90s Kirby TV ads.

Fire + Everything : OTP. Ain't nothin' stops fire from shipping itself with whatever it touches. Club can't even handle how hot fire is.

So out of curiosity - are we allowed to re-apply WoE OCs in Chronicles, or must all chronicles / WoE characters be distinct and without usage overlap?

OK, new plan. Just gonna have one 'stage' thread for both performers and audience members, since there's less activity going on backstage than previously expected. That'll be up quite soon, starting with the MC and the attending crowd, then we'll move onto the show.

For those of you using a dedicated client rather than the on-site one, the method for registering a nick on this and any other nickserv-enabled server is simply "/msg Nickserv REGISTER <password> <email-address>" If you notice somebody else using your name, or if you're waiting for another machine to log off, you can also use "/msg nickserv GHOST <your nickname> <your password>" and it will disconnect whatever machine is using your nickname from the network.

[colour=#40e0d0]"Um, what order are we going in? My setup's kind of elaborate, and it's hard to move when it's fully put together. Is there a place where it can be set up out of sight so that you don't have to haul it all the way from backstage?"[/colour] And there was one of the greenhorns. Well, that was to be expected, really; there had been a larger set order, but as had happened every year, a couple of bigger names backed out quietly due to higher-profile gigs becoming available, and there were plenty of backyard bands that either fell apart or failed to manage moving all of themselves and their stuff in a timely or organized manner. Which, she'd be quick to admit, was something you really wanted to hire somepony else to do, because moving a whole band can be hard. Still, she sort of recognized the cyan pegasus. [colour=#ff0000]"Keyboards, right? We'll put you on a platform behind the curtains two acts before you're up! Don't worry, they're low, lockable and stable, so it won't really feel any different playin' on it than on solid stage. Just watch your hooves getting on and off-stage. If you fall, you'll lose serious showpony cred, and we don't want any of that!"[/colour] The spitfire pegasus saw a familiar feathered head in amidst the crowd - two, really, but one of them was performing, and the other was more a personal friend. She'd say hi in a minute, of course, but there'd been two questions, and she was very much obliged to answer them both as well as she was able to. A nod from the spitfire mare to Gilda, and she kept on talking to the gathered performers. [colour=#ff0000]"As for play order, you'll stay in the order you're on in the signup sheet you ticked off on your way in. As I said, I'll open for you - Octavia will carry in with the first real act, Wise Owls on second, Miasma's third, you - Sky, yeah? - yeah, you're on after them. Intermission, then we put anyone with additional songs in 'em back up in the same order. We get any latecomers onstage after that, and we close with L-D to try and finish on a major act. If you can't remember that, just check the sheet. Any more questions, ask The Claw. He'll help you out."[/colour] With that, a hoof pointed to one pillar of the stage, where there was indeed a full listing of everyone who said they'd been present, with green checkmarks for those who'd showed up, and red lines through those who'd cancelled, and a few more still unaccounted for. But, that seemed to be all Ignition wanted to play headpony for the time being, so she took a dive over the crowd and further to the back, skidding just a bit on the unfinished wood in front of her pal. [colour=#996699]"Hehe. Well, don't you sound cool and in charge. I wonder if anyone here would be able to guess how seriously you take this stuff when you're alone with it at night...[/colour][colour=#996699]Speaking of flames, nice mane, by the way,"[/colour] Sarcastic and a bit of a snicker, sure. But hey, that was how they rolled. [colour=#ff0000]"I was wondering when I'd hear someone heckling me. You probably thought it'd be half cinders and ash by this point, hunh? Toldjya I'd get it set up in time."[/colour] Ignition replied with more than a hint of sass in her voice, brushing off the mildly accusatory refference. Seriously - a firework, armed, left unattended around a pony named Ignition. That was more somepony else's fault for taunting destiny, frankly. But, the mane had been complemented, and she was sincerely proud of the look. She gave it a bit of a shake, her mane sparking and glowing a little brighter from the action, her tail remaining a dull series of embers. [colour=#ff0000]"And hey, somepony's gotta rile the crowd up. I might not be opening for Maretallica or Iron Manedon, but I can at least look like a tough plucker and scream some life into 'em!"[/colour] A bit of a spark lit up in Ignition's silver eyes, and she curled a hoof - yeah, she was riled up, no question. Her professional drill-strict attitude towards handling the gathered performers, while efficient, seemed to melt in the brilliant blaze that was her enthusiasm to perform at fetrock. It wasn't as though she hadn't before, but she loved doing so all the same; a fact which could be seen by probably the most casual of observers. Under other circumstances, she might've thrown a few barbs back Gilda's way, but now wasn't quite private enough for a decent uninterrupted series of verbal ripostes. She had a show to help attend to, after all.

ok, so it turned out that greyhound wifi is a blatant, horrible lie and I spent a lot of 36 hours having 0 internet when I thought I'd have mediocre internet and a lot of time to burn. On that note, greyhounds are atrocious, squalid, ugly things driven by a trepadacious crew of disruptive, disrespectful louts and nobody should ever choose to ride on one at any point in their lives, ever. So posts didn't happen on thursday/friday as expected. Sorry 'bout that. Lemme whip up a response post right now, and I'll get the other two threads up sometime by wednesday/thursday. Signups, for those of you new to the thread, are still plenty open and will remain open until partway through the 'on-stage' thread itself. I'll keep ya posted.

The backstage thread is UP! I'll get the audience and the stage threads up within a week, in that order. Unless y'all want me to do it like RIGHT NAOUWGH in which case I'll get it done tonight. Sound good? It had better.

Fetrock - the first and only big performance of it's kind for the year. The night of the performance loomed, the stage set up in full just outside of Ponyville. The audience was gathering, being kept on their hooves by a record player feeding some classic rock into the speakers. The stage itself was a pretty big one - worthy enough of the rockstars-to-be that might grace the wooden planks and sing before the soundboards overhead. The heavy red curtains remained shut for now, and back behind the stage, sheltered by a few thin wooden walls held up by scaffolding, the performers had been instructed to gather. The road crew all gathered before the peformers, save for the lead, which flew overhead. The MC had his own duties to perform, working on the stage itself. Mutters of soundcheck could be heard up the stairs to the stage itself, but they weren't terribly important. They were simply the calm before the storm to come. [colour=#ff0000]"Alright, now I know some of you are new to fetrock, so lemme give you all a quick rundown! You listen to the MC first, me second, and eachother third. We're not trying to one-up eachother, we're not trying to outplay eachother; this is all about the fans! They're happy when they're listening to music, NOT when they're waiting around because you forgot to tune your strings before gettin on-stage!"[/colour] The spitfire pegasus darted over the heads of the gathered performers, weaving expertly between scaffolding and rafters, keeping her eyes forward and her voice loud. She'd actually done some work dolling herself up - a little enchanted dye to give her mane a proper flaming sort of look, a bit of extra eyeliner to give her eyes a little more glaring definition, a few gold rings through her ears, and a fresh set of dyes on her coat, and a tribal studded gryphon vest to give herself a distinctive road-weathered look. She looked ready enough to hit the stage herself, which she would in due time - but she had double-duty to pull. Before she'd hit the stage, she'd make sure everyone else was ready to do the same. Honestly, it was a lot for one pony to try and pull off, but a few harsh Germane energy drinks would make pretty darn sure she'd be able to flap through it all without needing to take five. [colour=#FF0000]"Now, that said, if you need something done quick, you don't run off and do it yourself! You stay back here, you call for a roadie, and you tell me or the crew politely; we will do it for you! We need you guys ready for the stage, not rooting through your stuff in the green room!" [/colour] With that, the pegasus landed in front of the gathered performers, her hooves hitting the stage with a hefty 'Ca-lump!', her silver eyes looking over the crowd. Yeah, this was a decent gathering, and she even saw some faces she'd seen on other stages before. It was always good to have experienced ponies in the lineup - names that'd get flanks in the crowd were always plenty welcome on the charity event that was Fetrock. Honestly, this was looking pretty promising, and she was gonna make sure it ran smooth as possible. Ignition flipped her glowing mane back, grinning wildly as she wrapped her little pack of instructions. [colour=#FF0000]"Now, we have ninety minutes before we start this show rolling. Until then, I want you guys to loosen up, make sure you've got your act together, and stay frosty! I'll take first act to wind the crowd up for you guys at 9 sharp! You have one hour to pull on my wing and get me to help you guys out. After that, you talk to the other roadies - Wingstrong, Blitzhoof and The Claw." [/colour] With that, Ignition bucked her head towards a trio of vest-clad individuals with "CREW" written across their backs - a lithe brown pegasus, a lanky unicorn mare, and a black-feathered gryphon giving a nod at the call of their respective names. None of them looked like the sort to ooze enthusiasm or cheer, but they looked approachable and plenty quick on their various limbs. Apparently, their business was serious, and their expressions fit to match. Still, Ignition was getting tired of the sound of her own voice, and she was pretty sure she wasn't the only one. [colour=#FF0000]"Until then, you guys just sort yourselves out and get ready to put on a performance that you'd be proud to let Celestia hear! Swap notes, psyche yourselves up, whatever you need to do - get to it, champs!"[/colour]

It's difficult to entice random passers-by with any idea, much less ones that don't promise excitement, strong interest or glory of some sort. Most successful RPs I've seen have players agreeing to play together before any threads are even started. If you're new to the community in general, you're probably gonna have to bust your tailbone a bit making some high-octane roleplays - exploration, challenge or adventures are a good way to attract general interest, but you're probably going to get a few people that end up dropping out after a little while. However, you'll likely meet a few good roleplayers you can keep in touch with in the process.

Alright, seeing as sign-ups seem to be where they're going to be, I'm going to start up the preamble pretty darn soon for the performers! I'll keep you guys posted, expect the backstage thread to start within a couple days!