Snowshoe

Considering I'm Canadian, no offence taken xD And both my characters can be found Snowshoe and Slip Gun. Snowshoe is also mildly crazy but you'll get that later xD

I'm assuming this doesn't take place in the north just yet? As in it's the adventure TO the North, then in the North?

Dropping a line to remind myself to drop a post.

Muggo' grinned at what Wind said about his little tune. "It's a song me father taught me, called Ramblin' Rover. I'm not entirely sure what men means either, but I'm guessin' it's just a bit o' slang for a buck, a stallion," he explained. He heard the darts impacting the board and grinned. "Aye. One of the more popular spots down here. Me first date with Caramel nearly had her cleanin' me clock at the game." He was still searching through the back room and chuckled. "Aha! Here we are..." He missed most of the important feels-laden talk between Squall and Dunder, but caught the bro-time comment. "Bar's closed tomorrow, to the public," he said with a bit of a grin. Sundays and Mondays were his days off. "So here she be," he said. A wooden box, basically a tall multi-record changer. On each side were holders filled with records, each containing their associated lyrics on a sheet of paper inside their sleeves. "Gimme a moment..." he plugged the machine in to one of the few outlets near the stage, and checked everything. It seemed to be working just fine. "Yup, it works," he said simply, a grin on his face. "Should haul her out more often, methinks."

Muggo' Ale sauntered over to the team that had been fighting in the dinning hall. He shook out his mane and grinned, a little wildly. "That was fun," he said, glancing back at the upper level. "But we still got griffons up there," he commented, not having heard Lore Scroll earlier on. "Anypony got a plan?" he asked, not really one for coming up with battle plans like this. He knew there were at least two griffons on the upper floors, but by this point, he figured they outnumbered them, and it should be a fair fight, provided they don't have any hostages. He looked over at Dunder and grinned. "How's ya doin'?" It was then he noticed Fire Walker, and the larger group of ponies properly for the first time. "There's two griffons up above, makin' a mess o' the rooms. Broke a chair over one's head," he mused. "Felt kinda cool."

Muggo' Ale had been running a bit behind, but then again, it was a big day. Lots of stuff to get prepared. He'd gotten the invitation, surprised at the words that were on it. Best stallion. It'd brought a manly tear to his eye, he'd fully admit. He'd even cleaned himself up for the day. Gone was his usual tweed bakersboy, instead he went without a hat, his mane groomed back and clipped properly, much different than his usual mess of grey. He even wore a suit, a nice, darker grey suit with a red tie, not having much else. Once he'd checked himself in the mirror one last time, he made his way to the reception. The party was already proverbially started when he got there. Familiar faces were few and far between, but he finally recognized two: Midnight Brand, the earth pony mare who'd been his comrade-in-arms, along with Dunder, during a bit of a scuffle in griffon territory. And, of course, the buck of the hour, Dunder Blust himself, in quite the snazzy tux. "Dunder, b'y! How's ya gettin' on?" he called out as he trotted over, a grin on his face. He wrapped a foreleg around his neck and threatened to tussle his hair with the other hoof, but ended up just laughing and hugging him. "Look at ya! Not a bad bit nice, b'y, not at all." He'd accidentally shifted his tie with the hug, so Muggo' Ale adjusted it for Dunder. "Celestia t'underin'. Here me is, grey in the mane-" it was mostly a joke, considering it'd always been grey "-an' still chasin' skirts, an' I'm at me best b'y's weddin'. Now that don't make a lick o' sense t'me," he joked, grinning happily. "But hey, long may yer big jib draw. An' congrats. Brought a tear to me eye to get the news. Sorry I missed yer stag, train was late comin' in," he explained. That greeting over, he turned to Midnight and gave her a bit of a bow. "An' a fine day t'ya, Midnight Brand. Yer lookin' good. Haven't kept in touch, how's ya gettin' on?" he asked. It was then Muggo' noticed the young filly next to Midnight and chuckled, smiling warmly. "I take it that's yer daughter?" he asked, looking down at Hopesong. He smiled and gave a bit of a bow toward her. "Muggo' Ale. Comrade-in-arms, fer a short time, o' yer Mum's," he explained. If anything, he was as excited as the groom was, which was saying something.

While not the best, it was supposed to be a...I can never get this right. It's either Brooklyn or Bronx, one of those two New York boroughs. Also, I never noticed the A-Team thing, that's brilliant. And I would have loved to hear Scootaloo play a recognizable song on the bongos. Imagine if she just went off and did like YYZ or something

There's some great stuff in this episode. The entire message was good, the CMC were adorable as always, dat song, and also, for those so inclined for little fandom bits, Derpy and The Doctor were sitting next to each other in the theatre, rather close mind you Edit: Also, Babs' mane-blow thing is the most adorable/awesome thing ever.

Muggo' Ale raised an eyebrow at Apple Bumpkin's odd greeting of him. He stood there with his hoof awkwardly outstretched for a moment before her greeting suddenly turned warm and she ended up shaking it. "Nice to meet ya too, Apple Bumpkin," he said pleasantly. He looked back at Caramel Apple when she answered his question about work, then admonished herself for talking about business. "No worries, that was me fault anyways," he said, smiling as she patted it back and returning a one-legged hug around her neck. "No work, no business, just fun," he agreed with a smile. Muggo' watched his fillyfriend check her sister and declare her fine. "Aye, can be a bit rough in the snow," he half-joked. It wasn't bad, and like any earth pony worth the name, rough terrain was nothing to him. "Just some cider, if ya got any left from the season," Muggo' requested when she asked about getting him something. Out of earshot from her sister, he chuckled a bit. "Yer sister seems a bit on the tense side," he commended quietly with a bit of a shrug. "Must be one heckuva b'y she's goin' to see." He hadn't really met her, and didn't know if Apple Bumpkin was normally this excited and distracted, or if it was due to the date she was dressed up for.

Just because I realized I haven't posted in a while, that OOC bit was RE: Muggo's jump into the dining hall, right? Should I go back and re-edit or just make a new post?

So I'm talking a walkabout through the server for the first time in a while. Anything I should know regarding houses? I've seen a couple built up around Cloudsdale so far that are owned by folks. Edit: Also, RE fly mod. I don't have one installed, but are those allowed her for pegasi? Edit the Second: I found my tower again, so the first question's null and void now It's the old one out by Appleoosa (the desert town just outside Canterlot). Crenellated top, sorta-hidden farm int he basement.

Muggo' Ale looked around as they retreated, chasing them up to the mouth of the tunnel and no further. "Run then, tail between yer legs! An' don't ya turn back!" he shouted at the retreating troops, grinning. "An' that, me b'y's, is how ya brawl. Knew me bartendin' would come in handy," he said casually, turning away and idly walking toward the minecart at the far end of the chamber. "Yer transport awaits," he called back, taking off his hat and stuffing it in a pocket on his vest before getting set back behind the cart. "If'n I were ya, I'd climb in so we can get our starns out o' the mine." At least, Muggo' Ale was hoping this was the exit track, otherwise they'd have a long ride to nowhere ahead of them.

[Total my bad on this, this dropped off my radar for some reason.] Muggo' Ale looked up at Swift, nodding. "Aye. What a shame, saw 'em a few years back. Impressive team. Still got nothin' on the Stalliongrad Snowbirds, but that's just me opinion," he said with a mischievous grin. Dunder and Fire being pegasi, he knew both were probably huge fans of the Wonderbolts. Every pegasi he'd ever met was. Wind mentioned something about a Wonderbolts uniform and Fire Walker, and he couldn't help but grin. "That's the Fire Walker I know," he teased. He poured the stallion's drink while he spoke with Wind, and grinned. "Wait a fair wind, an' ya'll get one. Old sayin' o' me father's," Muggo' Ale explained as he passed Swift his pineapple juice. "Means t'hold on, an' things'll come to pass the way ya want it." He looked over at the jukebox when she lodged her complaint about the music. "Old people music me starn! Ain't nothin' wrong with me choice of music," he jokingly complained. "There are sober men aplenty, an' drunkards barely twenty, there are men o' over ninety that've never yet kissed a girl..." he began idly, before Swift asked about the karaokee machine. "Basement," the older bartender responded, pointing a hoof toward the stairs off to the side. "Gimme a ramblin' rover, from Hoofin'ton to Canter, an' well roam the country over an' together we'll face the world..." he continued quietly as he made his way to the end of the bar so he could walk out from behind it. "If'n ya would all follow the old pony-" he teased, sticking his tongue out toward Wind Walker. "We're headin' down." The basement was a sight, different from above. Dark bricks lined the walls, with windows along the top edge, even with the street outside. A dartboard hung on one wall, a stage was set in the middle of the far wall, and strewn about were a few tables, pool tables, and a dumbwaiter to send drinks down. "Lemme just find the ol' bugger..." he said, heading to a door marked 'STORAGE'. "There's many that feign enjoyment, have merciless employment, their ambition was deployment from the minute they left the school. The save an' scrape an' ponder, the rest go out an' squander, see the world an' rove an' wander an' they're happier as a rule..." he continued singing as he went to look inside. [The Fables - Ramblin' Rover]

[Ah, I misunderstood the layout. In my mind the hallway lead out onto the deck, I'll edit my post when I get home. hopefully the new one works a little better.]

Muggo' Ale grinned at her little shout. "Can't deal with the classics?" he teased, shortly before she attacked again. Muggo' slipped out from under the griffon's attack as best he could, still getting a bit of a nick on his left hindleg for it. "Ya seem kinda focused on gettin' this ship down," Muggo' commented as he came up, leaving his blade on the ground for now. He started backing toward the balcony, grinning a bit. "Why's that? If yer lookin' for ransom, I don't have any bits. But what I do have are skills, b'y. Skills I've gained over a very long career." It was a bluff, made to look more intimidating than he was. His hind legs bumped up against the balcony railing, and he grunted. This wasn't good. The old barpony climbed onto the railing. He looked over his shoulder, down into the dining hall below. He saw how they dispatched the griffons down there, and knew he was out-numbered, and out-matched, up here. So he did all that he could. Muggo' jumped. "Somepony catch me!" he shouted quickly as he dove from the railing, expecting to tuck and roll to hopefully break the fall, and he hoped the griffons would be stupid enough to follow him over...and either give up then and there, or get chased off by the angry kitchen staff below. An observant unicorn did manage to catch the rather wild-looking green stallion and slow his fall, and he alighted gently onto a table. Muggo' tilted his hat back, turned to the balcony above, and grinned. "Come an' get me!"

As someone with a heavy interest in animation, both 2D and 3D, Paperman was astounding. You can tell if you look very closely that it's 3D but it looks exactly like an old black and white 2D film. I wouldn't mind an entire film done like that.

That's a darn good idea, Bellosh, thanks.

Muggo' Ale heard muffled voices and movement behind the door, and it opened to reveal Caramel Apple. As pretty as ever, he'd readily admit. With a warm smile, he tipped the brim of his cap. "Pleasure's mine, Caramel," he said as he stepped inside at her invitation. He noticed her sister, or at least who he guessed was, given their resemblance. She seemed to be quite dolled up in comparison to Caramel, and even Muggo' Ale was starting to feel a bit out of place in his hat and jacket. "How's ya gettin' on? Work's windin' down a bit, what with the weather an' all?" he asked. He couldn't imagine the farm would be too busy during the winter, but then again, Caramel ran finances, which could be a year-round thing. He looked over at the rather excited mare nearby and chuckled, nodding his head in greeting. "Muggo' Ale, pleasure to meet ya," he added, before extending a hoof toward Apple Bumpkin.

So. I'm a history buff with the Cold War being probably my favourite era of history to study. The secret wars of the CIA and KGB in particular are awesome to look at. So, in honour of that, I'm writing a ponified version of the Cold War for a fic, but I need some help. Currently, it has it as ponies VS griffons, but I'm debating going ponies VS ponies. If I do that though, I'm not quite sure how I can do that aside from possibly going the classic Luna VS Celestia route. Halp?

Man with the Golden Gun, Slappers only, no Oddjob. The defining line of 90s console gaming. As for me, I quite liked Goldeneye as a movie as well, though I haven't seen too many older ones. I'm a fan of the books though.

For Muggo' Ale's part, alone in the hall, he didn't quite have many options. The griffon charged him with her sword and he raised his eyebrow. Not very...subtle. He grinned around the bit of his sword and started humming a song, easily recognizable to anypony who'd seen the Hoofington fief-and-drum corps recently. He didn't quite have bagpipes, nor snares, egging him on, but the song was definitely enough to make him feel, well, Brave. With that, he turned his head and caught the blade of the griffon's short sword with his own, stopping it dead. The force of her charge slammed against him, causing him to drop his blade to avoid breaking any teeth. It didn't stop his spirit, though. "Hark! When the night is fallin', hear, hear! The pipes're callin'!" he sang, before aiming a headbutt right at the attacking griffon's chest. Not a battle-winning blow, but enough to stagger her. "Loudly an' proudly callin', down through the glen! There where the hills're sleepin', I feel me blood a-leapin', high as the spirits o' old Heartland men!" he continued. A kind of psychological warfare as he wrestled for control of the griffon's sword-talon.

The Firefly theme. "Take my love, take my land, take me to where I cannot stand...I don't care, I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me."

Volbeat's . On the heavier side of metal, but the lyrics are still understandable, and tells the story of Mikkel Kessler, a Danish boxer. Lyric sample:"Breaking your record and breaking your bones/Born a warrior with a code/A champion feeding your face with a fist/you will feel all his power." Keeping with the metal theme, Disturbed's Indestructible, an ode to the warriors of the past and present. Lyric sample: "Another mission, the powers have called me away/Another time to carry the colours again/My motivation, an oath I’ve sworn to defend/To win the honor of coming back home again." For the hard rock category, also keeping with the warrior theme, Pillar's , about a group fighting for something.Lyric sample: "We fight to live, we live to fight/And tonight, you'll hear my battle cry/We live our lives on the frontlines/We're not afraid of the fast times." There's also, from the TV show Firefly (being that it's a TV show I dunno if this'll count) is , about a Robin Hood-like act by a man named Jayne.Lyric sample: "He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor/He stood up to the man and gave them what for/Our love for him now may be hard to explain/The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne." Because I'm Canadian, I have to mention these guys. Great Big Sea and not one, but two songs. The first in General Tayor, about a Canadian general's funeral. Lyrics: "We'll lower him down on a golden chain,/Walk'em along John carry him along./On every inch we'll carve his name,/Carry him to his burying ground." And finally, their song Recruiting Sergeant, about a group of Newfoundland soldiers in WWI. Lyrics: "And it's over the mountains, and over the sea/Come brave Newfoundlanders, and join the Blue Puttees/You'll fight the Hun at Flanders, and at Gallipoli/Enlist ye Newfoundlanders, and come follow me." Good luck on the assignment, man.

Going to see Wreck-It Ralph with a buddy earlier on, then start a TV marathon. We're hoping an HD version of the ep'll be up by the time we get back, so we'll watch that, and then Firefly and other movies/shows.

Singleplayer is tough to call for now. I'd say completing Dead Money for Fallout: New Vegas on Hardcore mode with Project Nevada installed, which makes the game much tougher, to the point where a single thrown spear from the Ghost People takes out half my HP and cripples that limb instantly, and the holograms kill you in one hit. Not only did I complete the DLC, I got the "Safety Deposit Box" achievement for it, too. Multiplayer? Far too many to count. Being top squad every time I play with my clan on Project Reality would be one. Being central in the defence of The Crown on multiple occasions in Planetside 2 due to my stellar work as an engineer. I'm also proud to have accidentally created a ship in Star Trek Online so powerful it made one of my clanmates, and her seemingly invincible ship the USS Poison Joke, sweat a bit because not only did my ship, 12 levels under hers and with low level gear, survive longer than any others, I was doing quite a bit of damage.