Imagination

Just jumping on the bandwagon :I EDIT: Alrightalrightalright, I'll write something else. Life will take you to strange places. Like here! I was a tri-sport athlete in High School, I go to a military school, wither myself away in front of videogames, and am going to boot in about three weeks. Yet I love colourful cartoon ponies. I roleplay as THIS for corn's sake: But I love it. Strange places indeed. But, things your a part of are mostly what you make of it. If you think something is over or beyond repair, it's probably because you don't want to be in that something anymore. I believe Lime has said that already but whatevs © Imagination lolololololololol Just remember that just because a show ends, it doesn't mean fans will end. There are shows that ended in the 80s that still have huge fanbases, even those that weren't remade. It's the memories and sense of nostalgia that's most important. Everyone has experienced this from some kind of show, or videogame, or book series. Disagree? 'Who are you, who do not know your history?' PS: FiM is ending? Since when? Season 4 was confirmed, people

Dearest Accellerant, Just one of my greatest moments? One would have to be when I was name Tom the Rock's official roleplayer here on Canterlot. Don't see him on the cast list? Good. He's a secret agent. Can't risk being on any lists. He's on special assignment right now guarding the mirror pool. But that's classified information, so don't tell nopony :0 Love, Magi ​

Dear Accellerant, What a magnificent question! Canterlot is actually the first place I've ever used this great and wondrous title. It's origin was really from a simple moment of reflection. I wanted a name that describes who I am as a person, and would be memorable. I like to draw, I build blanket forts when my roommate isn't looking, I like to write, and can come up with a silly explanation for the most improbably of things, and I'm still a child at heart. Why? A very overactive imagination. So, the virtue that best describes me, I thought, is Imagination. So I thus named myself Imagination, and have made a glorious mark upon you all with my antics. That, and made a totally cool and not sue-ish alicorn OC when I first got here. Totally. Love, Imagination :3 ​

Pinchy learned lots of stuff today! [colour=#ee82ee]"I learned lots of stuff, Miss Cheerilee! I learned about how apple farmers get different kinds of apple trees, I learned how the juice is made, I learned that you shouldn't use magic to pick apples, I learned that bunnies are fragile, and I learned that you're a nice teacher!"[/colour] She had to stop and correct herself[colour=#ee82ee] "Well, I already knew that, but I learned it AGAIN!" [/colour]Repetition of lessons was always good for memorization. With that said and done, she returned to her activities of getting pie and juice to scarf down like a beast. Celestia, she loved pie.

Se checked her bag to see. "Uhmm... 4." That's not very many at all! Was that enough?! "It's okay, I have a plan!" she said, opening the breech of the rifle and loading a grenade. Loading it, she aimed it toward the raiders and started to speak. "We can wound em and separate, that way, you can get their attention, and I can get them from behind if the grenade doesn't kill 'em!" Then a pause, looking to their targets. The two were still bickering about something, but the two wouldn't be able to make out what was being said. "Okay... On the count of three-" *FWOOMPH* Whoops! Pops sent the grenade forth, which burst at the raiders' hooves and knocked them away from eachother. Pained groans and then loud threats filled with all sorts of nasty expletives were being shouted in the direction of where the grenade came from. "Whoops! Time to go now!" Pops ran off to the right, trying ot take cover in some rubble and reload. Would Sprite rise to the occasion, and become bait?

Girl power! Guest 1: Applewood Guest 2: GooseBerry Bumps Guest 3: Inkie Pie

Organized crime doesn't really have a place in WoE. The only 'villains' you would see are ponies with snobby attitudes, small-time con artists, or childhood nemeses. Nothing quite so serious as thievery or anything like that.

One word could've summed up proper WoE villains nicely. Dinkleberg...

They're clearly prepping for Rarity to replace Snake in a new Metal Gear. Return of the Kenyan Mangrove Crab. Crab Battle: Part 2!

Pops saw them! She saw raiders all the time in the ruins though, so she wasn't as worried. It seemed like it was just two of them though, a mare and a stallion. They were just as nasty-looking as any other raiders the two would see in the wasteland, and she couldn't quite make out what they were saying but she was sure it probably wasn't anything nice. Not nice for fillies to hear anyway. Pops got an idea. These raiders didn't care about Pops and Sprite! In fact, if they saw them they would probably just as soon shoot them as they would sell them to slavery... So why not beat them to the punch? "Hey... Sprite... Lets blow em up! Come on it'll be so cool! Raiders aren't real ponies it's totally okay!" Wow, that's kinda mean, Pops. Actually, no, it's not kinda mean. It is mean. Very mean. Buuuuut... She does have a point. Blowing up raiders is pretty awesome.

I'll take a pic or a line! Your call!

Trailblazer. Former Equestrian Special Forces, professional Treasure Hunter, playcolt and all around great and handsome guy (by his standards) finds himself here. In Germaney. With a group of amateurs.[colour=#ff0000] "Amateurs, I say!"[/colour] He repeats, continuing his complaining. He didn't like working with others. They usually tended to impede progress. Slow him down. Such a lone wolf he was. They were tracking down the Iris for the Staff of Fate. It was something he had set his sights on a while ago, but never had the gumption to really go after it. Now, other ponies were trying, and it was totally ruining his plan. It would've been a FANTASTIC addition to his collection of other priceless ancient treasures on his private island home. But then these ponies, and an irate griffon, had to tag along with him. He supposed the prize at the end would be worth the trouble... [colour=#ff0000]"Anyway, listen up. We needs leads on the Iris. I'm sure I have a few old Army contacts here, but I'm not sure how much use they'll be. You deadweights should try and get me whatever leads you can"[/colour] Taking charge, that was the best thing to do. If he could get information, he could map out the best possible location of the Iris. Just like any other treasure. He was grateful for his scout training. They've helped him find countless artifacts before, and its never failed him. History favors him, but these are still extraordinary circumstances. He'd have to give it his all. Once they got the Iris, they'd have a bargaining chip, and could proceed from there. Find Pathfinder, find the Staff, stop Merlot's plan, and go back home with a new toy. That was his plan. He was sure the others had their own motivations, but he didn't care about that. He'd get the job done, and still find a way to be a step ahead. That's what he does, and he does it well. With that, he was going to head to the REA garrison and keep an ear open. No doubt these events must have reached the populace. Maybe he'd overhear something useful.

Looking over everything I'm doing on Canterlot before I ship off, I've been finding myself wanting. I want to do more for you, the Canterlot community. All I have to offer at the moment, however, are my thoughts. I have fun talking about things, and I like to think people have fun reading them. So, here's what I propose. I'm going to review things. User submitted content. That's right, you decide what I'm going to talk about. A 'penny for your thoughts' deal, if you will. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I will select a topic to talk about and post it in my blog (The Barracks). RULES! 1. Must be appropriate. Yes, age and board appropriate 2. Topics cannot be something that will evoke strong feelings (IE War in Iraq, Gay Marriage, Obamacare, etc etc. If it involves religion or politics at all, count it out) 3. All entries must be submitted to me via PM. Anything submitted in comments will be ignored. So there you have it, Canterlot. A simple proposition that I hope will satisfy my want to do more, and your curiosity about what I have to say, if any. So have at it!

Steel. Steel Steel Steel... If you had to define Pathfinder in approximately seventeen words, what would it be?

Dear Halide,You've got to be kidding me. I've been further even more decided to use even go need to do wrote more as anyone can. Can you really be far even as decided half as much to use go wish for that? My guess is that when one really been far even as decided once to use even go want, it is then that he has really been far even as decided to use even go want to do write more like. It's just common sense. Love, Magi ​ Dear Davroth,Your refusal has forced me to take drastic measures. With severe contempt, Magi ​

Dearest Helix,It's a BIG responsibility! As the Clown Prince, it's not only on my shoulders to inherit the grand kingdom, but also to keep up morale! I'm learning all sorts of neat and wonderful things about the Manbabies! But you must know that not EVERYONE can be a Manbaby. It takes a certain set of traits, a certain firey spirit, and a certain high pitched voice and adorable sounds that make one a true Manbaby. Luckily, my people are easily amused, so morale has never been higher! At least not as far as I know. I both look forward to and dread the day I inherit the crown, but the Prince's life suits me just fine. Plenty of good looking princesses to take my pick from! Love, Clown Prince Magi ​

Dear Phil,Bears. I've eaten bear. Therefore I am their natural predator. They fear me. They respect me. But most of all, they entertain me if I know where to go on Youtube. My awesomeness comes from many things. But bears are pretty awesome, so I'm going to go with that on the short term. Love, Magi ​

LONG OVERDUE! Ask me questions! Ask me anything! How many left feet do you not have? What's your favorite game? Magi, wouldn't that cause a parabolic destabilization of the fission singularity? BUT, it must be in letter form. I love getting mail. Dear Great and Most Merciful Lord of All That is Canterlot Whom I beseech in My Time of Need Magi,<blahblahblah> Love, Pone ​Ask for advice! Ask for answers! Ask for food! Ask anything! It's the long overdue Imagination ask thread! But keep it appropriate, so Helix can't have her fun no mo'. >:I Ask, and the Court of Manbabies shall answer.

[colour=#ffffff]Yo dawg I heard you liked fools[/colour] [colour=#ffffff]April fools! Or something. I dunno.[/colour]

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"Heck yes we should! That's what we do now! We're explorers! Weeee!" She used her wings to propel herself forward in mid-run, giving her an impromptu sprint. But, then she realized her little friend would probably have trouble catching up. So she went back and grabbed her, using herself as a filly jetpack for the unicorn filly to use while she ran! "WEE!!" Wee indeed, Pop Rocks. Wee indeed. They were coming up on the building, that seemed vacant... And Pops showed no signs of stopping, too excited to see what old world treasures this broken dwelling may hold. "Sprite! We're gonna crash!" she cried out in a way too excited manner. Is that what ponies did? Get excited about crashing?! "We're gonna find so much stuff and it's gonna be so cool I bet we might fight some weapons on some old bits which are kinda shiny and maybe some SUNRISE SARSAPARILLA!" While she went on with her dribble, they were getting closer and closer to impact... and then she started to SING! "[colour=#444444]♫Sunshiiine, you'll be miiine~! Sunrise Sarsaparilla![/colour][colour=#444444]♫" [/colour] [colour=#444444]She must've heard the old pre-war tune on a radio somewhere... But boy, was it catchy, and leave you feeling swell![/colour]