Snowshoe

Muggo' Ale stood strong next to the others, tilting his hat back. He saw Dusty take a slap across the face and moved to help him up, chuckling a bit. "Yer fine, b'y. Just a bit of a scratch, come on, on yer feet," he said. He figured it was time to fight, and so fight he would. A diamond dog ran at them and Muggo' quickly swept his legs out from under him and bopped the dog on the head, knocking him out for a bit. They were wearing the diamond dogs out, but the griffons were proving to be a bit more difficult. A couple of hits here and there and Muggo' was feeling rather sore, but still swinging and bucking like the best of them. "This ain't workin'!" he shouted, retrieving his hat between bouts of boxing with one of the diamond dogs (they were currently on round five, with Muggo' in the lead). "We need a better plan up here, b'y!"

Muggo' Ale looked up properly when he heard who came in, a wide grin on his face. "Fire Walker!" Before he even had a chance to properly greet her, a young pegasus filly walked in after her. Both were carrying boxes, and the young one looked to be related to Fire Walker in some way. Windy mentioned something about Dunder, which seemed to put off Fire a bit. Oh no, what had happened? "Well, a right pleasure to meet ya, Wind Walker. Me name's Muggo' Ale," he greeted with a warm smile, listening to her story as he managed to open the box. He pulled out one of the towels, smiling happily the entire time. "These are great, thank ya kindly," he said sincerely. They looked much better than the literal rags he usually used to clean the place (which were clean, despite appearances). As he was stowing the box and setting the towels on a small ring near the sink, the logos displayed for all to see, Fire came over with enough gift. "Aw, ya two didn't have to, ya know," he said with a grin. He opened up the box and let out a low whistle, pulling out one of the flagons with his hoof. "Well now. Celestia bless yer cotton socks, Fire," he said sincerely (his own little way of saying thanks), setting all four on the counter and stowing the box. He put one of the mugs away, getting to work pouring some inaugural drinks for them. "Oh, ya know. Fair winds an' all that. Been goin' fine." He poured out two mugs of his famous stout, and a mug of cider, the normal, non-alcoholic version, for Wind Walker, setting the mugs down. She mentioned that her and Dunder had ended things and he winced a bit, tipping his bakersboy back. "Sorry t'hear that. Ya still on good terms with the b'y? I happen to like our little adventures, an' ya two got together nice an' well." Before he could get an answer, the door opened again. A very interesting pony walked in, with a hoodie and some strange glasses. Still, Muggo' was just as fast as ever with his customary greeting. "Hey, how's ya gettin' on?" he asked. He waited while Swift greeted his friends, and then placed his own hoof against Swift's and shook it. "A pleasure, b'y. I'm Muggo' Ale, bartender, brewmaster, an' on-again-off-again adventurer." Once more the door opened, the bells above it ringing, and in walked Dunder. "Dunder, b'y! How's ya gettin' on?" he called out. He looked at the drinks on the bar, then chuckled a bit. "Can I get ya two anythin'? Wasn't expectin' to get too many in here," he explained. He stopped for a moment, looking over the line of friends at the bar. Two swordstallions and a lieutenant in the REA. Muggo' couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, what crazy scheme have ya hatched this time 'round?" he asked.

I grew up on 90's cartoons, the ones that were really, really well done, with great characters, and humour for both kids and adults alike. As such, I was drawn almost immediately, because this show has much of the same style behind it. The first episode I saw was Bridle Gossip, played by someone in a Gmod theatre server. I had heard about the whole brony phenomena, and had seen it around the net, and kinda wanted to check it out, so I figured this was as good a chance as any. Stood my character in a good spot and started watching, chatting with the others about the episode. When I realized just how good it was, I kept watching. The next video was a YouTube Poop of the episode Dragonshy, but that just made me want to check it out more. When I logged off, I started watching from episode one, and by the time I reached Dragonshy I was hooked.

Don't give it full gas off the start. Slowly push in the trigger to accelerate. If that doesn't work, try a new car

Kas stood by with a bemused grin on his face while the large newcomer spoke. What a hilariously awesome accent. He knew he wasn't allowed to really speak, given his own rather thick accent, but it was still funny, especially considering there were now two crewmembers with that kind of accent. "Yeah, sounds like a plan ta me. Get ta be like dem ninja-ponies..." he reared back and lifted one of his hind hooves, holding his forehooves out for balance like he was about to kick forward. He grinned and got back down on all fours before gravity took over and pulled Kas over onto his side. "Naw, jus' teasin', seen? I get we gotta learn real brawlin', yeah." He was ready to learn, especially so they could be the awesome pirate crew they were supposed to be. "Oh, an' ya be crazy tall, jus'sayin'," he commented idly as the zebra went to look over the railing again, anxious to get airborne.

Oh don't get me wrong, I love that part too. I just want the ability to do it with an open world, that's all. I plan to buckle down and make some pony cars out of pony cars (see what I did there? Mustangs and the like) just because. Also what makes the BronyDrift car so hard to race with? Aside from the fact it's a TVR with far too much torque? Edit: Better question...how are you able to drift? I'm just the average slow-in-fast-out driver, I don't try dem fancy stuff.

Muggo' Ale had descended to the second class dining hall to get a quick bite for lunch, while Fire and Dunder were off doing their guardly duty with Blueblood. He finished eating rather quickly and decided to take a walk on deck, and watch the clouds and the land roll past below them. After all, how hard could guard duty be? It wasn't like anything was going to happen, right? Muggo' had just reached the railing when a harpoon flew across the deck right past his head, latching onto the railing. He noticed that before noticing the huge griffon airship alongside them, moored tightly with the cables. "What." It was all Muggo' Ale was able to say as a group of griffon boarders landed on the deck. The ponies that were trotting about screamed in terror, and there was some announcement made over the loudspeaker. He wasn't paying attention to that, instead to the cutlasses in the griffons' hands. "Ya gotta be...Celestia t'underin', air pirates?" he said, shaking his head and standing tall. "Alright, b'y, don't make me douse ya right cross the snout!" he warned the closest griffon, who was staring him down. The griffon took a few steps forward and twirled his blade rather impressively, grinning at Muggo' Ale when he was done. Muggo', for his part, just rotated on his forehooves and bucked the griffon in the chest, knocking him back and to the deck. "Flashy," he commented, before taking off toward the entrance to the lower decks. He wanted to arm himself with his sword, but that was in his cabin, which was a long ways out. And judging by the sounds behind him there was at least one griffon in hot pursuit. "Oh, dear. Cereberus to pay an' no pitch hot..." he grumbled to himself. Way to be caught flat-hoofed in a situation. He was supposed to be Blueblood's official-unofficial guard on this journey, or at least travelling companion to his friends, and here he was, about to be caught by griffons. He quickly galloped down the hall, destination his cabin. He got there right on time, quickly getting the door open right as the griffon caught up. Muggo' slammed the door in the griffon's face, and the cutlass embedded itself through the top part. "Ya missed!" he taunted, quickly locking it and looking for his pack. He'd gained maybe...a minute, at best.

I love me some Forza, however, with Forza Horizon on the...well, horizon, I'll hold off on buying it. I absolutely love Forza for its realism and superb graphics, but sometimes just going around tracks is boring. I can't wait to be a crazy hoon* on some open roads. *1. To travel at speed in a confined area, or do burnouts on a public road in traffic, 2. To show off in a dangerous manner, mostly with a vehicle or engine powered item.

[First posts reserved for Tacobob, Dunder, and possibly Ciraxis. Everypony's clear to go after they've posted! For the bar itself, this gives a good general outer view, however as mentioned the bar is two storeys with the basement storey over the street a bit, meaning stairs lead up to the door.] It was an average day at Fillydelphia's best little bar, The Prancing Pony. Muggo' Ale had just gotten back from a series of adventures, and had spent a fine month or so back behind the bar, where he belonged. He loved adventuring, but sometimes, it was good to be back here, back in his bar. It was still fairly early in the day, not quite the dinner rush but long past his lunch crowd. A few regulars sat in a booth near one of the large bay windows that made up the front of the bar, chatting to themselves. His main employee, second in command and all around right-hoof gal Meadow Runner was cleaning the booths and tables, while Muggo' Ale, for his part, was reading the newspaper, the open paper sprawled out on the bar in front of him while he stood there. Though he looked much older due to his grey mane, Muggo' Ale had always had a grey mane, and had resulted in a colthood nickname of "Old Boy". He was still relatively young, able to keep up with the best of him, but he was getting older by the day. Still, he could adventure, and he loved to, because it just gave him more artifacts for the bar and more stories to tell. He adjusted the grey tweed bakersboy cap on his head and kept reading the paper when the door outside opened. A trio of ponies were climbing the steps from the street to get up to the door (the layout of the bar had the bottom floor, the basement, jutting up above street level, so a few steps were required to get to the front door). "Afternoon! How's y'all gettin' on?" he greeted. Always on point, Meadow Runner grabbed a few menus from the bar and sat the newcomers, while Muggo' Ale got some glasses of water ready on a tray. With expert balance he brought the tray over, let the ponies grab their drinks, and headed on back to the bar to set the tray down. He idly wondered what had become of Fire Walker and Dunder Blust since their last adventure. He hadn't spoken to either in a while, and hoped they were doing well. Last time he'd seen either of them, there seemed to be quite the thing developing between them. Muggo' Ale looked up at the door as he heard the familiar "ding" of the bell over the door ringing as it opened. "How's ya gettin' on?" he called out automatically, before noticing who came through.

Wind Rider looked over at the bartender, who mentioned something about the Wonderbolts sounding impressive. "THE premiere pegasus air demonstration squadron. There's been others, but you won't find a team better than they are...and no team that's so instantly recognizable," he pointed out. Almost anypony recognized at least the logo, or the uniforms, even if they didn't know the name. And lo and behold, a second one trotted in. He didn't recognize Misty Morning, but then again, Wind Rider hadn't been off to an airshow in...well, a good long while. Soarin' made a comment about Cloudsdale that Wind overheard, and he chuckled. "I wouldn't worry too much about Cloudsdale. We know how to build our stuff to be storm-proof. I'd be more worried about the rest of the towns, this is a bit more extreme than what the weather factories usually pump out. I'm going to guess there's a few roofs in need of repair." His own cabin in Hoofington was probably in a bit of disrepair, which made him sigh a bit at the thought. The forest ranger turned to grin at Pocket Change. "Hope you got a lot of spare bits," he said casually, grinning. He untied the string around his large-brimmed hat and trotted over to the rack near to the door. It was getting a bit irritating having it around his neck, so he put his hat on the rack and trotted back over, this time sitting next to the other Wonderbolt, who was slumped against the bar. "You alright?" he asked her. "Well I mean, comparatively speaking. You look fairly worse for wear...well I mean we all do, but hey." He was suddenly reminded, looking at the newcomers, that it would look like he hadn't been out himself, due to Pocket Change's spell. It made him feel kind of bad, considering he was comfortable compared to the others. "Hey, Pocket. Still got a bit of mojo left up there?" he asked, looking down the bar at him.

Timbre Swing walked along with her, nodding. He followed her hoof with his eyes, to the elegant structure that rose through the air. Well now, that was an impressive place. But, he figured, once you reached her level, you were at the top and could afford places like that, unlike Timbre's slumming it in cheap hotels and motels along his travels. "Quite zee place," he commented out loud as they walked over to the hotel. It wasn't a far walk, which was good...from what he could tell, Sapphire Shores was about ready to pass out on her hooves. The two reached the hotel and he smiled while she spoke. "Merci, I might just 'ave to take you up on zat offer. Per'aps zee next time we meet, you can 'ave your uh...mocha, sans falling asleep on a fountain," he offered with a grin, one to show he was just messing with her about the falling asleep part. When she asked if he had fun, Timbre Swing laughed. "One of zee funnest night's I 'ave 'ad. Bonsoir, Madamme Shores," he said, sweeping his hat off his head with a burst of magic while she went in. The door closed behind her and he smiled, setting his fedora back on his head. That was something to remember. Meeting Sapphire Shores, and more than just saying hi, he'd managed to preform with her. That marked highly as one of Timbre Swing's best nights. He looked up at the hotel, trying to imagine himself in a position to stay at a place like this, recognized by ponies everywhere, instead of just a handful of dedicated fans. "Peut-etre un jour," he said quietly to himself, turning around and disappearing into the Canterlot night. [And exit, stage left. Quite a fun little RP ]

Dapper Dan was taking a quick trip down to the train station that day. He wanted to get his ticket early...it was just habit of his. Part of him was still "big city", still stuck in the Fillydelphian mindset of "get your tickets early, the line's always long." He wasn't leaving for another two days, where he'd take his monthly trip back home to visit for a few days with his parents, where he'd then see about taking a trip out to the Nimbusgait Lakes afterwards. The brown barber was in high spirits, singing quietly to himself as he walked. It was something he often did when he was happy, as he loved singing. "The friends the trustiest, way back ho~ome...the trees are the sappiest, the days are the nappiest..." His walking brought him to the ticket booth and he smiled at the pony at the desk. "Hi! One for Fillydelphia, the express leaving two days from now," he asked. The stallion got his ticket while Dapper Dan pulled a pouch of bits out of his shirt pocket, setting it on the counter, all through the use of his red ochre magic. He paid for his ticket and was just putting his bits and ticket back in his pockets when he heard some commotion from the train that'd just come in. Among the usual travellers and occasional visitors, three ponies stepped off near him. Two he recognized immediately, not out of any personal knowing of them. But being from Fillydelphia one doesn't quickly forget one of Equestria's premiere DJs, The other he would never have recognized if it hadn't been for a chat with the Sheriff a ways back at his barbershop... [colour=#8B4513]"Don't git me wrong, folks. Pinkie Pie's a true hero of Equestria and all, but when she started beltin' out a tune singin' in front of us townsfolk and the buffalo, NEITHER side liked it. In fact, that was bout the only thing Chief Thunderhooves and I agreed on up to that time, that it was the worst performance we'd ever seen."[/colour] He remembered the articles he'd read around town on it as well. And come on...what other name could a pony who was pink-on-pink be called? Sure enough, his suspicions were confirmed when he overheard the younger one, the one he didn't recognize, speak up. The pink one appeared to be lost, looking over a map, so Dapper Dan started to trot over. He was beaten to the punch by a younger filly he hadn't noticed on the platform, but to avoid looking awkward, he kept walking over anyways, a smile on his face. "Hey there!" he said happily. From Dan's voice, it was clear he wasn't an Appleoosian native, his voice only carrying a slight twang to it. "Y'all-" that being one of the only bits of slang he ended up using from around here, and the one thing that made him sound like an Appleoosian, "-look like you're a bit lost, or new to town. I'm Dapper Dan, welcome to Appleoosa. Figure I might as well say hi, before the official town greeter catches wind that you guys are here," he said with a warm laugh. "Braeburn's a great pony and all, just really, really enthusiastic about showing folks around," he explained. He figured, just in case he was wrong, that he wouldn't let on that he thought he recognized Pinkie...even just through hearsay. Not to mention, it'd be kinda awkward to explain.

The ye old tavern style RP can also lead to a lot more. For instance, my one OC, Muggo' Ale, was originally just going to be the stereotypical pub-owner kind of character. Due to a chance meeting with some folks in his bar, he's become a part time adventurer as well.

I know it's tough to get started sometimes. Check around Canterlot (the location. Greater Equestria under the Mane RP, then "The Foothills" for Canterlot area) for RPs that you think your character might fit in. As for starting it, it's literally as simple as making a post! Trinity works at his aunt's shop, if'n I'm reading this right. You can make a thread for said shop, a kind of drop-by-and-say-hi thing. Good luck out there.

The launching process had been quite the sight for Muggo' Ale, who was still a little giddy while Blueblood left. He turned around to face his companions when he did, and nodded to what Fire Walker said. Out they went. "I am not that large! This is the prime example of an earth pony physique," Muggo' teased. He would make it a conscious point not to eat too much on the trip over, not that it mattered, they had a long walk ahead of them once they hit the zebra lands. Which reminded him...he wondered how Prince Blueblood would take walking through the dusty savanna for hours on end. "Aye, volleyball sounds great. I don't mind me some music, but I doubt they'll be playin' Feller from Canter or anythin' I know," he pointed out. His preferred type of concert involved the kind of music where people could sing along, and get up and dance. He looked at Dunder and chuckled. "We get our meals here, b'y. No need to cook the rations yet," he pointed out. They went to volleyball, which was fun. Muggo' Ale hadn't played in well over five years or so, but he wasn't bad. He was much better at a game of hoofball than this, but he still enjoyed himself immensely. It came time for lunch shortly after, and he looked over to his companions. "So, what's the plan now? I take it one o' ya two have got to keep our fancy b'y company?" he asked casually, running a towel through his mane and resting it across his neck and shoulders. "I take it that won't be me place. Higher class cabin an' all. An' I get the feelin' Blueblood probably wouldn't want a civilian with him, so I'll catch the two of ya later?"

Timbre Swing climbed out of the fountain, still soaking wet. He nodded, shaking himself off a little. "Oui, oui, I am fine," he assured her. Nothing permanent, and it had hurt but not actually burnt him. He'd be fine. He retrieved his hat from the mare who'd walked over to see if he was okay, and smiled. She wandered off a bit and he set the hat on his damp mane. "Et vous aussi, it 'as been an 'onour to meet you, Madame Shores." And an even bigger honour to get to sing with her. He smiled and shook her hoof, then went full Fancy and kissed the back of it. "Per'aps I can walk with you? Just to uh, wherever you are staying?"

I love me some musicals. I was a pickpocket/orphan in a local production of Oliver! as well as tech crew on the local theatre's production of Wizard of Oz, Irene, and again, Oliver!. As for some I've seen, I've seen Phantom of The Opera at Shay's in Buffalo, Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat twice as local productions (two different ones, one a college production, the other at Art Park in Buffalo), and recently I saw Billy Elliot and Wicked on Broadway, as well as Wicked once before at Shay's (again). Both were amazing shows.

The Speakeasy. For ages, Timbre Swing had wanted in, and he had finally gotten his invitation. A couple of high-profile acts, like an impromptu duet with the Sapphire Shores out in the middle of a Canterlot park, or his recent performance at the Manehattan Music Festival had garnered him enough attention to hit the club. He wasn't important enough to be an act in it, but he had definitely attracted somepony's eye. And for that, he was grateful. He had his usual fedora stuck jauntily on top of his head, resting against his horn, but for once was not accompanied by the perpetual squeak of his contrebasse's wheel (He'd tried to fix it but it just kept coming back). He wasn't here to play, after all. He got to the door and was let in after a quick check of the guest list. Just like that, the wall became a door, and Timbre Swing grinned. This was it. Moment of truth. Quite a few things happened at once. First, he was struck by the fact that he was finally in the Speakeasy. It was just as cool as he'd imagined it, filled with some of the elite of Canterlot. There was swing music in the air, which made him smile (finally, a place that fully appreciated his style!) too. The second thing that happened was that Timbre Swing was immediately starstruck. Not far from the door he'd entered from was somepony he would never, ever, have expected to see here. Princess Luna herself. He realized after a moment he was staring (and quite rightly so), and quickly swept his hat off his head with a glow of bright blue magic, bowing a bit. "Princesse," he greeted, automatically in Fancy (that was how out of it he was), before turning and heading right to the bar. He wanted to get a drink first, then settle in and let the Speakeasy fall into place before him. Right now, it was too overwhelming. "A Black Stallian, please," he ordered from the bar, his usual drink. He paid his bits and sat on one of the stools, turning it around so he could watch the crowd, and see what was up. It was different than the bars he was used to, and so Timbre Swing wasn't quite sure where to even begin.

Dapper Dan nodded excitedly, having to adjust his glasses afterwards due to them slipping a bit. "This sounds like it'll be great!" he said happily. He loved Appleoosa, but it was definitely a bit of a sleepier town. Something like this would definitely bring along a lot more people, and could liven things up a bit, if only for a day or two. And besides, the event itself would be interesting. He was still having a hard time imagining the kinds of creatures Candy Catch-'em was talking about. After a couple more moments, he was done with the highlights for Cinnamon's mane. He levitated over a small mirror and held it up. "How's that?"

I've seen weapon-based combat work in several ways. Fallout: Equestria runs with the whole "Weapon in the mouth" thing. Melee weapons are gripped tight between the teeth, and are used that way. The same works for firearms in that 'verse: there are bits that are held between the teeth, with a lever and other controls operated by the tongue. This picture here has it working much like an Indian Pata sword, where the entire blade straps around the hoof. Both are interesting ways of doing it, but I could see ponies probably doing more of the first one for long weapons like swords, and the second for smaller ones, like daggers and the like, that wouldn't get in the way when walking (or were spring-loaded, Assassin's Creed style). As for how it would work, jousting style. The ponies would face each other, blades at the ready, and go at each other, the intent being to block the opponent's sword and knock it away without losing yours, so you can get an attack in. All combat with mouth-held weapons would probably be that fast, hit-and-run style of combat. For a hoof mounted one you could take a stand and actually get a bit more creative with your combat. I even came up with a system to allow ponies to fire crossbows for my upcoming ponified Cold War fic. The bow is strapped to the hoof, right around the fetlock (their "wrist"), so that when they want to fire, they flex the wrist to hit a little switch and fire the bolt. Loading is done via teeth. As for hoof to hoof combat, like WhiteSlash said, we've seen examples of it. Bucks and swings, just your standard kinda fighting. Though again, given how ponies don't usually stand on two legs, and thus can't do a lot of fancy stuff like hold a block for too long, I figure the combat here would also be quick. Run at the opponent, quickly pivot and buck them in the chest, etc.

Timbre Swing chuckled as he brought Sapphire Shores back to a state of sorta-living with the coffee alone. "Salut!" he said with a laugh when he saw her starting to wake up, and eventually take hold of the cup of coffee. He figured he'd just walk her back after this, as she was obviously rather out of it. Of course, that wasn't going to happen, not that easily. She took a sip too fast, and dropped the cup, which caused the coffee to splash onto him. He let out a little yelp of pain as the coffee splashed up his left foreleg and most of his front, "Ah! Voyons..." he shook out his leg, hopping a bit on the spot to try and shake the hot coffee out of his fur. It didn't help, so he just took the next easiest way out, and hopped into the fountain. He looked up out of the stone fountain at Sapphire Shores, and Timbre Swing chuckled a bit. "It's okay. No permanent 'arm done," he pointed out.

Dapper Dan got to work with the colouring (a process his author is completely unfamiliar with so it will be glossed over), looking up at the others while he worked at Apple Cinnamon's mane. "Heck, even I'd like to see some of these critters. Led a bit of a sheltered life in Fillydelphia, never really got to see stuff like this. I think it'd be cool," he commented. "And I'm sure if these critters got loose, well, the Sheriff's right. I'm confident Candy could figure it out, with a bit of help from the town." From what he could tell, everypony in the town was strong and quite capable of wrangling up a loose critter or two.

Skimmed it, but

I have an account for the forums. Let me know which numbers specifically were yoinked and I'll make them aware (gently of course). Just tell them they should have let you know first, and all that. Likely it's to give someone a colour scheme or design for a Mine Little Pony skin. Edit: scratch that, they've already got a few scathing posts about OC theft there o.o

I want a bright orange belt sander with three apples on the handle, jessayin'.