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A troll cupcake.

Wow, this is a great game. Weirdly, those actually look like they'd be interesting albums to listen to. It's crazy how easy it is to make a deep-looking album cover. Anyway, here's mine: 'The Stars We Are' was apparently the name of an album by someone, ironically.

I wanna hear your impressions, Tales! Linky? Don't bother reading it, it means nothing without context But when I write up an RP reply I copy/paste it into word for two reasons: a backup incase my browser crashes, and also for the spellcheck.

Her charity had been enough of a surprise when she had simply offered for him to trail along beside her in an attempt to keep out of the rain, but now the mysterious mare was actually seeking 'warmth and dryness' for him? Even for somepony who wasn't brought up with the snobbish attitudes of the Canterlot elite, going out of her way to make sure he could settle somewhere out of the rain was a rare and unexpected act of kindness. As they began off at a trot, Betterbones couldn't help but look at his companion, trying to read on her face, her expression, the reasoning behind her actions. He could tell so much from simply looking at a pony about who they were. To him, a stranger was like an open book waiting to be read and examined and understood. But every now and then he would meet one that, beyond the obvious details, he couldn't quite figure out. That made them a lot more interesting, of course, though it somewhat put him on edge. With others, he knew exactly what he was getting. Sometimes he could even predict their entire half of a conversation (though this was mainly with ponies he had met multiple times), but he was quite unsure in this case. He had thought before that he knew her. Now he wasn't certain. As he was fruitlessly trying to fathom what she was thinking, Betterbones realised he'd been staring, and turned his eyes toward the slick path ahead that sparkled with the mist of the rain. "Thank you." He said, his tone a little more even than it had been, as though his dramatic problems had been forgotten for a moment while he was distracted by his interesting new friend. Winter Iris was her name. She enquired as to his, and he hesitated, confronted with the same issue he always had when meeting somepony new outside of the practice. He was never sure whether to introduce himself as 'Dr. Betterbones', or just 'Betterbones'. Technically, the title was part of his name, but he always thought it just sounded like showing off to say it like that. It was an issue he had often grappled with. There was no rulebook for doctors on questions like these. "Betterbones." He smiled politely in return, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Iris." It wasn't like he was lying by omitting details, he justified to himself, but given that he usually understood everything about a pony upon meeting them, and Winter Iris presented him with a questionmark, he felt that he needed to keep the playing field even by reserving something about himself. It was insurance. It was, he knew, insecurity on his part. He also knew that he was overanalysing the conversation, but this was the curse of a gifted mind. "I perceive you're into the performing arts." He noted casually as they walked, "Are you big in Canterlot? I don't spend a lot of time here anymore, so I wouldn't know... but imagine that, if I was rescued by a celebrity and didn't even know it!"

Yeah, I get that. My point is, if we decide we want to vote for him, he'll have a fair chance of actually getting there. Now, I'm not an American, but REALLY, TRULY, do you want this guy running things?

If something shows up on Equestria Daily accompanied by the words 'make it happen', it will, innevitably, happen. This should be a new rule of the internet. It is also the reason I'm actually a little concerned by this crazy political guy, you know, the rodent one. Promises a pony for every voter or something. We do wield massive power, believe it or not. Great responsibility, you know?

I think any of the styles could be translated, with a little room for creative interpretation. It's just the same as doing humanisations.

What about Fox Kids? Don't suppose anypony remembers that? I remember one day I was off from school sick and they happened to be having a Dragonball marathon. It felt like I watched about a kajillion episodes. It was a good day.

I really don't feel the need to make battle clones of Gilda

I chose the least popular on both questions

I'm calling it now. This thread. It's going to be eternal.

Moar Pinkie is always good, and surely it's Smile Song Time now... No Fluttershy yet, but they're slowly addressing the Pinkie and Applejack draught, so I trust that they'll get around to her and she'll get her share of the limelight before the season is out. I'll admit the spacing of the episodes is a tad weird this season, but as long as they all get out there, I guess...

Same here. Summed it up very neatly there. But yeah, the same reason I watch any show - it's fun. It's nice to be able to watch something and smile all the way through.

It's cool man, I look forward to hearing more! I don't know anything about trumpets though... is that a magazine stuck in the end? >.>

"Pardon me sir," The voice almost startled him, though the approach of the dark-coated mare had registered somewhere in the back of his distracted mind when she had started toward him. Only when she spoke did he realise that she might actually want to interract with him, rather than just pass him by, and hurry back to some hotel or comfortable upper-class clubhouse that she had a place readily reserved in. He turned his green eyes on her, and saw the following list standing in front of him. Young mare who was not born in Canterlot. But has spent some time here recently. Travels a lot. Has a modestly successful career as some sort of artist. Probably in performance. Silvery-white mane and tail. Sable-coloured coat. Violet eyes. These minor deductions he made in a few seconds, before endeavouring to actually reply. When he did so, he managed a lukewarm smile to go with it. "It's not by choice, trust me." He told her, stifling another sigh, "Everywhere is packed with ponies trying to get out of this rain, hotels and inns are all booked up, and the owners of any respectable establishment take one look at me and... well..." He cast a glance down at himself, at his wet black tail that lay limp on the bench, dripping drops onto the ground below, "You can imagine..." A quiet part of him felt sorry that he couldn't offer this kind passer-by some of the usual enthusiasm he would show when meeting a new friend. He wanted to shake her hoof and thank her warmly for her kindness, but he just didn't feel like he could muster it right now. "Besides," He went on, taking the chance to fling himself back against the bench dramatically and blink at the sky with a sorrowful expression. The rain water got in his eyes and quickly made them sting though, so he topped off this theatrical gesture with an equally dramatic one of laying an arm across his eyes, "The rain is the least of my problems today..." He let that statement sit for a moment. Perhaps it was a dramatic pause. Perhaps it was just awkward silence. Either way, he seemed to take the stranger up on her offer of sharing her parasol despite what he said, because he virtually slid down off the bench and craned his soaking head so that it (and little else) was safe and dry underneath the shade she offered. "Thanks." He said, "Though, you see, your parasol is joined to your back, which effectively makes me joined to you too. Now, I assume neither one of us wants to stand about in the rain, so my suggestion is this: you continue to walk to wherever it is you're heading, and I'll try my best to keep my head under this umbrella by following you. How does that sound?" He grinned his most charming trust-me-I'm-a-doctor grin to try and make the concept more appealing than his suggestion did alone. He wasn't really sure how well this would work, but then, he wasn't sure about anything with this mysterious pony. He hadn't expected anypony in Canterlot to do something as charitable as offer the cover of one's own personal parasol to a bedraggled stranger. His interest would have been piqued by this mare because of this act, if he wasn't too busy feeling sorry for himself at that moment.