Imagination

Pops just kept going. She didn't really have a plan. Nope. "I dunno. Blowing up stuff would be neat. But we should save those grenades for stuff... and stuff" excellent. Great plan. "Well... Lets see what we can run into! I mean... We gotta find something eventually, right?" Of course! The Wasteland wasn't empty! not by any means! No Sir! An abandoned house, an old crate, even some of the rare plant life! There were plenty of things they could do for food and supplies. It was water that was going to be a big concern for Pops. She had always had the luxury of Chapel's merchants able to get purified water for everypony. She had never had to drink irradiated stuff before. Sure the food was irradiated, and 200 years old, but you got used ot the taste after awhile. A long while. "Well... We'll find something. Don't worry, Sprite!" In fact, there was the silhouette of some blown-out houses on the horizon. A decent walk, but probably with some promise. Looked like an old village, or maybe what's left standing of a town. Trading post? Didn't matter. It was buildings! If they hadn't been picked clean, there was hope of finding something.

Sketch nodded in understanding to the DM. Try not to use abilities against the group. Got it. But he still wanted to play the good guy right, and it was nice that his character wasn't the only one that shared the sentiment. The potions he didn't have too much use for... Or at least he didn't think so, so he was going to defer and let the others have at them. One of which seemed to be snatched up rather quickly. Time was of the essence, was it? Sketch didn't want to find out what the consequences were should they miss that time frame! Bad things are bad, Mmkay?! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Priest accepted the payment at the unicorn's insistence, though he likely wasn't going to see much of it for himself if he could help it. [colour=#fff0f5]"Again we thank you, good Sir... Now, gentleponies, we should make haste with gathering what supplies we need. The journey to the tower could be a long two days, and I feel it's best not to dawdle..."[/colour] Of course, he didn't really know where the shops were either. Somepony in the party must know, right?​------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Right...?" He had no idea how getting to shops worked, let alone doing stuff at them. What if he had to barter?! HRNNG, he was terrible at bartering! Even in real life!

Pinchy was getting pretty excited about the idea of being a Princess. She might just make that a lifetime goal! But didn't she have to be good at magic and stuff? Bah, she'd learn. She was just a slow starter, that's all! Even her mommy thought she could be a Princess! Well... Of course her mommy would. Berry always believed in her little Pinchy, and that always made her happy, especially when times were tough. But now was a time for pie! Apple pie! Apple pie with Apple Pie! The pink filly was scarfing down her piece, making a mess. But she had every intention of cleaning it up. No way was a scrap of this pie going to waste. Her eyes were beaming with wonder, a look of absolute joy in combination to stuffed cheeks on her face. [colour=#ee82ee]"Erf shur GUURRR!"[/colour] She tried to bellow in great praise, but this was why Pinchy wasn't allowed to talk with her mouth full. After some time, Ruby's face was empty. [colour=#ee82ee]"I'll say! The Apples are amazing! I wonder what Apple Bloom's cutie mark is gonna be! I go to class with her! She's real smart and knows all kinds of stuff! And her bow is so pretty!"[/colour]

But tin cans are SO awesome-o-matics! Tie a string to them, and they become a short-range communication device with no power requirements! Need something to kick? Ka-Blam. Tin Can. Something to cook food in? Tin Can? Tin Can. Need a hat? Dapper Tin Can*. *Caution: May cut flesh if worn inappropriately Supplies? Easy-Peasy-One-Two-Threesy! "We can check old buildings and stuff. The grownups keep saying how they find stuff just laying around whenever they go outside the city. And grenades... I dunnoo... I only ever got them when a caravan came into Chapel. Sometimes they had them sometimes they- HEY! Wait a minute!" The little filly beams, her wings abuzz with excitement. "If we found a caravan, they might know where Chapel is! And the caravans usually stay on roads, right?! So lets just find a road! YEAH!" Great plan! Best on ever! Right? Yeah, best plan ever. Could it really be that simple? Hop on a caravan and have some free supplied and guarded transport to bring them back home safe and sound? Heck no, caravaners would probably sell their own foals before giving out anything for free. But maybe they could try to find some caps on the way. "Well c'mon, goofy goober! We can't sit here all day!" And with that, she trots off, humming an overly-happy tune.

She shrugged, trying not to think about how lost the were. "Hey, this'll give us a chance to go on an adventure! Like that one pony and his ghoul mareservant! We could discover old cities and fight slavers and blow stuff up, and we would be so totally cool that we would get our own RADIO SHOW! Wouldn't that be awesome?!" It did sound neat, but who was going to be the mareservant? "Anyway, yeah, lets get out of here... At least before the geckos come back. Come on!" But... Where were they going? What if it was the wrong way? How would they get food?! Well, to be fair all they needed to do was kill more geckos. Good eating. But who likes raw Gecko? Nopony, that's who. Did either of them know how to start a fire? What about water? They couldn't drink irradiated stuff, could they? They'd get sick! And with no doctors to help them, they could succumb to... Ghoulification. Blech.

-Gone an entire day imitating the Christian Bale Batman voice? -Got an invitation to a shirt-and-tie event, and showed up wearing a t-shirt and tie? -Called somebody by someone else's name, and then made the exact same mistake when trying to apologize? -Mistaken a woman for a man? -Vice versa? -Caused an accident during a ski lesson by not moving while a snowboarder was trying to be cool and fly by you, causing him to nick your skis and fly into the rest of your class, leaving you the only one standing? -Wondered why professors bother assigning things on a vacation, plan to use that as your argument and you're the only one that didn't do the assignment when the moment of truth comes? -Tried to arrange trophies in a Fallout game just right, even though you're most likely the only one that's actually going to see your collection? -Actually gone out of your way to show off such a collection? -Fallen asleep on your laptop after a night of self indulgence and then tried to find out which keys left an imprint in your face by looking in the mirror for half an hour? -Tried to dis Twilight movies in front of a group of Twilight fans? -Succeeded in the latter? -Done/said/thought of something totally awesome, but then completely forget what it was an hour later? -Gotten free stuff for saying stuff in a Boston accent at another's request? If so, you may be me. If that's the case, be sure to come up with something more interesting to type about next time. Although this was rather nostalgic...

Private Tick didn't want anypony to get in trouble, but if he wanted to avoid that he shouldn't have let himself get caught in the first place. After much hesitation, and nursing a glare from Reveille, he finally gave up a name. [colour=#daa520]"Corporal Stopwatch, Sir. He let me through"[/colour] Defeated, the Private just shrunk back into the cell, falling quiet again. The Master Sergeant stepped forward, not seeing all that glad the situation was resolved. [colour=#0000ff]"Will you need to hold his sorry flank any longer, or are we done here, Sir?"[/colour] He assumed Tick would be staying, as they'd probably have to follow up on his lead. Though a day or so in the cell was likely going to be a vacation compared to whatever punishment awaited him at the depot. IF he could go back to the depot. It was up to the higher powers to decide this one, but at least the Private cooperated... after some prompting. If he needed to stay, so be it. It was clear all Reveille wanted to do was get back to the recruits that weren't making his job harder. For the moment, anyway. [colour=#0000ff]"I know this 'Stopwatch'. Didn't stick out, but I remember most of my recruits... Anypony with that name on your watch, Sergeant?"[/colour]

((Sorry for the wait guys!)) Inkie Pie, unknowingly, shared his attitude on junk! If fact it was all around him! Though she'd never go picking through a bump for junk. Too smelly. That, and most of the things in junk yards were beyond repair, but sometimes you could get lucky. Dumpster diving was also a no-go for her, having tried it once, and it took hours for her to get the smell off. Ew ew ew, yuck yuck yuck. But he seemed to appreciate her service as the clerk of her fine shop regardless of how appalled she may be by how garbage smells. [colour=#808080]"No teethmarks are always a plus, though if I have to I can replace the handle if it's beyond repair. I'll just have to charge extra to make a profit!"[/colour] INKIE! Giving away trade secrets! Well, it's not really a secret, but... Business practice. It's a principle thing. But the griffon threw her a compliment nonetheless, something she was terrible with. She always got flustered at compliments, never really able to take them very well. The grey-scale mare started giggling, hiding herself a bit behind her register as she punched the price in. [colour=#808080]"You're too kind, Sir, but I'm only doing my job... 13 bits sounds reasonable to me!"[/colour] Soon, the tray shot open, the mare having to dodge it and come out from her hiding place, and awaited the payment. But then she noticed there was a new body behind the griffon, leaning to the side to look past Gerrard at... a sleeping zebra? This could be interesting. [colour=#808080]"Um... Excuse me?"[/colour] as called over, trying to get his attention and break his slumber. No sleeping in the shop, silly zebra! Not until he took a lot at her refurbished mattresses! On sale!

Pop did take the girly grenade rifle back, but noticed moreover how the filly's nervous demeanor returned once the explosions ceased. "Okay, lets get outta here!" she gleefully spouts before grabbing hold of Sprite once again. Her wings buzzing, she hoists the filly up and hovers them down to the blood-soaked and charred earth below. "That was so much fun! I can't wait to tell the others all about it!" She started to trot off in one direction... But seemed unsure of herself. After sitting down a moment and looking around, she sat back up and started trotting the opposite way, whistling a happy tune. But, she then did the same exact thing, sitting down and scanning her surroundings, though with a bit more panicked air. "... I dunno how to get back" she admitted, starting to pout. She wasn't going to lose hope, not by a longshot... But she was really thinking of her fellow Crusaders. They all just turned tail and ran when the geckos attacked. Did they all know the way back? What if some got lost? What if some got snatched up by the geckos?! What if bandits got them and sold them to slavery?!?! No, she took her mind away from such horrid, awful thoughts. She needed to have faith in her friends. They knew the way back, and they knew how to keep themselves safe... But how could she forget how to get back?

Man, we're starting a new game already? Sign me up for a pic! I hope I get something unreasonably stupid to draw x3

I don't own a PS3 cuz broke, but I have played All Stars. It was awesome to see a bunch of my old favorites, like Sir Daniel (I lied, I hated Medievil with a passion, but it was still fun to see him here), PaRappa, Jak and Daxter, Sweet Tooth... I was disappointed that Crash Bandicoot didn't make the cut, but it's understandable. And Radec is my favorite. Nice! Starcraft is actually one of those games I regret not playing, but one day... ONE day...

Yes yes, the glory of an overheating harddrive, low CPU, and constant booping from Skype x3

Awesome! One more for the depot! Another update in OP for anypony who may still be interested! Please read!

It'll gitcha :I Being as awesome as I am, I figured it would be in the universe's best interest to share my most recent thoughts, as I've been neglecting you all of late. For which I do NOT apologize. Cuz. Anywho, I got in a debate with my man friend thing the previous eve on the meaning of the term 'gamer'. To me, a gamer is a label you EARN. It takes time, yo! You need to have a 'who needs sunlight?' sort of attitude! Your videogames are like an extension to your body, and you long for it every MILLISECOND you are without them! YOU DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM GET THIS ADDICT STUFF AWAY FROM ME AAUUUGU- You live videogames, you dream of videogames, you eat, drink, breathe, date, marry, do taxes with, get angry with, make-up, and die with videogames. Though I will consider one consideration in saying that this is a 'hardcore' gamer. Sure. But see, I'm an OG. That's Original Gamer, yo. I've been attached by the thumbs to a controller since I was in diapers. Literally. I played NES when I was 2. Get on my level, bro. I'm a gamer. I EARNED that. But my man friend thing goes on to say he's a gamer 'because he likes to play videogames once in awhile'. I.E, he plays Mass Effect for a few minutes, and then goes on and has a "life", whatever that is. He plays videogames, but he's not a gamer. For the love of Celestia, I still run into people who have no idea who MARIO is! Or still think that Link is ZELDA! Or have never played Banjo Kazooie, but still pretend to know all about it and RGCHVJDHBSVS M AV KASVAS Or people that never played Pokemon Red and Blue, and jumped on the bandwagon after this 'post-mewtwo' nonsense. 150 IS ALL YOU NEEEEEE-or that have never touched other games other than the populars, like Sonic the Hedgehog, Megaman, Mario, Pokemon, Starfox, etc etc. Anyone remember Jungle Strike on Sega Genesis? How about the Aladin game, or Goof Troop? Yoshi Story? Kid Chameleon? Duke Nukem (the 3 before Forever, or even the ones before 3D)? How about more modern games that don't get as much credit as they should? The Godfather for Playstation? Alpha Protocol on Xbox? How about Indie games? GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR MINECRAFTVJHKBSB.VF.SJKBVF.DB .FD Yeah. Gamers :I Disagree with me, and I'll glare at your post and ignore it, cuz I'm awesome. I don't have a problem it's everypony else who's crazy

Sketch didn't know how currency worked in this game... Not yet. What if 1000 bits was chump change in this game? Though he doubted it. In reality he'd kill for 1000 bits. Or try to. But it seemed the DM's character was offering more than that! Given his fellow player's reaction, he figured a 'shooting-down' so to speak was in order from the karmic character: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [colour=#ffffe0]"N-Now see here-!"[/colour] The cleric quickly interjected, speaking specifically to the one called Snicker Snack,[colour=#ffffe0] "This gentlecolt is offering a fair sum to we strangers, and it is clearly of great importance! It could be a HOLY relic, paying tribute to our glorious sovereignty, and her guiding sun! We could never hoof-over an object of such power to some common shop-keep!" [/colour]He took great offense to the black market trade of holy artifacts, though that was likely to be expected. Treasure Hunters and the like he usually distrusted, but he knew the order always did their best to try and recover such artifacts if they got into the wrong hooves.[colour=#ffffe0]"I for one am very grateful for this opportunity you present us, Sir. Your bounty would make a generous donation to the church, and-"[/colour] ​------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ But Sketch returned, just remembering something. He had heard of... rolls, that players would have to make if they wanted to do something, like talk a pony out of something. "Uhhh... Drifting? Do I have to roll dice or something for Solemn to do that...? Like, Charisma or something?" He was still learning the game, but asking questions was the best way, in his opinion, to learn!

Pops watched her friend reload the grenade rifle all by herself! Horray, she learned something! Pops actually felt pretty proud of herself, since she had taught the filly how to do that. The next shot made another boom, and another dead gecko! A few of them started to turn tail and run away from the rock. Probably the ones with the closest thing to common sense. Though there were still a couple screeching and clawing at the rock, trying to get to the two tasty fillies on top of it. "At least they can't fly!" she joked, buzzing her wings. But her friend had no need to worry, Pops wasn't going anywhere. "Ooo! Imagine that, though! Flying geckos! What would their wings look like? And these ones breathe fire! *GASP!* They'd be like DRAGONS! That would be so cool! The dragons are all dead but I saw this one picture that was so neat! Dragons were HUGE!" As far as she knew, the dragons truly were extinct. An ancient creature that lived 200 years ago, before the bomb. Now, like everything else, they're whispers of the past,

Pops watched her friend with great care, to make sure she blew up the right things. The geckos! And totally not them! Soon came the familiar 'foomph!' and off went a grenade. Though she didn't get to watch it fly before it 'splooded on the ground, sending a geyser of dirt and pink mist skyward, and a bit on their rock. But gosh it was loud! It even caught Pops by surprise, she had never had to fire that close before. "Cool!" It was cool because they were alive and they got to blow stuff up. Peeking over the rock, her face scrunched up a bit. "Eeeeewwww~" Yup, one of the geckos was a stain on the ground, and another was a stump. The others were wounded, but still at it. These guys must be REALLY hungry to not have scattered after that. Though one of the wounded geckos noticed the filly's head and blew a burst of flame at her. With a frightful yelp and backed up, quickly putting out a small flame that had ignited at the end of her mane. Soon after that disaster had been averted, she grinned at her friend. "You did it! You got some! Wanna do it again?!"

Thanks! Mostly he's just going to fill the nemesis role for adventure RPs with Pathfinder, however he'll have adventures of his own, as well as appearances in Northern Equestria (Balls, events, functions, dinner dates, etc etc). As for what makes him a self-centered jerk, it's pretty much his childhood. He grew up in a well-off family, and surrounded himself with friends in a similar economic position. The way he saw it was he didn't really have to care about others, so long as he had the means to luxury and to be pampered. Even after he was kicked out of the house, he found a means to do this, and still does it to this day by filling his exotic island home with ancient treasures! His counterpart would be like Pathfinder, though with a more chivalrous and generous Indiana Jones 'It belongs in a museum' kind of attitude.

"What, again?! For the love of Celestia, Pathfinder, must you always muck about in my business? I found the Golden Tuna first, and it will be a cold day in Tartarus if I'm going to let some wannabe fangirl take it from me!" - Trailblazer, not long before he lost the Golden Tuna. (Picture coming soon!) Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: TrailBlazer Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pegasus Eye colour: Green Coat: Painted (White - brown spotted) Mane and Tail: Both are brown, mane cut to shorter locks and is ALWAYS well groomed. Physique: Athletic Residence: Corralwood Corral Occupation: Treasure Hunter, former Honor Guard scout Cutie Mark: Flaming Arrow Kit: -Bandoleer (carries food, currency, other small essentials or even relics) -Rope (Gotta have it) -Outfit (Passive cure for nudity. Vital) -Loot bag -Map -Binoculars History: Trailblazer was born in Baltimare to a happy Earth Pony mother and Pegasus father. He lived a fairly privileged foalhood, with his father being a rather prominent businesscolt. His mother was very stay-at-home, but she seemed to like it that way. Home schooled, he learned the essentials from both parents. Math, speaking, writing, health, and even some logic and law from his father, learning to be a fair negotiator at an early age. He had a small circle of friends who, not to any pony's surprise, were also from fairly well-to-do families, and they often paraded themselves about with a posh, authoritative air, as if to lord their status over 'lesser' foals. Though they were not so ruthless as to bully other foals on a constant basis. Only whenever it was a matter of getting into little verbal scraps children sometimes find themselves in. Being called a poor dumby seems to hurt more than being called a regular dumby. He proceeded in this fashion through adolescence, though Trailblazer had developed quite the reputation among the younger mares of his age group. Oh yes, he was quite the lady's man... Until his parents gave him an ultimatum. It turned out his parents actually wanted him to do things with his life, rather than sit back and spend daddy's money on girls and games. They demanded he either go to school and further his education, or find somewhere else to live. Wanting to prolong his luxury as much as he could, he decided to attend a the University in Canterlot. The school was prestigious enough, and he was far enough away from home that his parents would be content to think he was making something of himself. Truth be told, he was quite the slacker in school. More concerned with partying and spending money than actually focusing on academics. Somehow, he managed to graduate with a degree in Business Law and Ethics. Interesting, seeing as he pretty much scoffed at the concept of 'ethics' in some cases... After schooling had concluded, a few friends he had made during school had convinced him to enlist in the REA with them. Recruit training was not gentle for him, but he learned to adapt and even appreciate the strict life of a soldier. It did make him feel like he had purpose.For the first time in his life, he had excelled in something, scoring high on courses and physical evaluation tests, as well as classroom knowledge. Upon graduation, he was slotted as a candidate for the Royal Honor Guard, which he gladly undertook. After more training, he was a scout in the Honor Guard, rank of Specialist, II Order. He was trained to work stealthily, and become an agent of surprise and misfortune. However, he learned most of all how to navigate and find his way around alien terrains. As exciting as this sounds, he was bored to tears in the Army. There was hardly any action at all! And when there was it was rather dull. He was hungry for personal glory! As a result, he was much more mercenary than his fellow scouts, always for taking risks, or trying to make something into more than it should be. This wasn't enough to fulfill his sense of adventure. When it came time to reenlist, then Sergeant Trailblazer left to find his destiny elsewhere. It wasn't long, however, until he found his inspiration in a curious little book series: Daring Do. Treasure hunting...! This Daring Do certainly made it seem interesting. Fueled with this fever dream, he used his military pension to purchase a small home on the [colour=#282828]Gallopocus Islands, purchased some scouting gear, and followed some leads for relics.[/colour] [colour=#282828]It was dangerous! Thrilling! Chilling! Suspenseful! And oh-so-rewarding... This was perfect! His true calling! And he enjoyed it all oh so much. He worked alone, gathering all sorts of curiosities, all of which he kept for himself and displayed in his home. All was well, until he got a headache... In the form of a pegasus mare named Pathfinder. Time and time again, the two would cross paths, hunting for the same ancient treasure. It had been battles of wit and brawn on many occasions, the Daring Do fangirl being far more competent than he initially thought. Sometimes he won, sometimes she did. It was frustrating nonetheless. Though he's come to expect their encounters now, and even uses his talents to try and beat the mare to the punch. This rivalry has been raging ever since, Pathfinder and Trailblazer, both treasure hunters, yet worlds apart.[/colour] [colour=#282828]He continues this work to this day. It's so much fun, how could he stop?![/colour] [colour=#282828]Cutie mark:[/colour] [colour=#282828]His cutie mark appeared under rather bland circumstances. Or so he thinks, anyway. One day, while out with his friends, they had found a poster for a missing dog. A rat of a dog, if you asked him, but to each his own. His friends saw the effort petty and beneath them, despite the 150 bit reward, so they left him. No matter. He just wanted that money so he could spend it on himself. He started by doing the best thing he could: he listened. Ponies tended to have rather loud mouths, especially when they didn't know others were listening. He had heard about hearing annoying yapping, dug up plants, so on and so forth that he felt would lead him to the fuzzy vermin. The complaints seemed to be coming from residents of one particular apartment complex, which he decided to investigate. He ventured straight into the premises without a second thought, determined to find this mutt and get his reward.[/colour] [colour=#282828]His relief came at last... And was then promptly torn away, as the little dog just ran up to him and promptly starting licking him. Ugh, disgusting! He got the thing to follow him and brought him back home to an older mare who was very, very grateful to have her 'Fuzzums' back. She gladly paid the miffed, impatient colt and went back to her merry business. It wasn't until he returned home that his ecstatic parents pointed out his cutie mark of a flaming arrow! ... And then promptly questioned where he got new shoes. [/colour] [colour=#282828]His flaming arrow symbolizes his straight and steady demeanor when it comes to finding things! He didn't quite understand it until a couple days later, but his talent was simply finding things. The fire, however, represents his burning greed, and even his spirit and demeanor.[/colour] Character Summary Trailblazer is a pretty rotten pony, but he'll never admit it. He's in for nopony but himself, and has no trouble doing whatever it takes to get what he wants, save breaking the law. He's a jerk, not a criminal. He's greedy, sneaky and manipulative, though he often has a soft spot for the ladies... Unless that lady happens to be Pathfinder. Despite all this, he doesn't go out of his way to be terrible to ponies. While he's plenty stuck-up as a rule, he can be civil with others, and even carry a conversation so long as it interests him. Heck, he often even goes out of his way to greet other ponies he's familiar with when visiting his home! But, he's quick to anger, and has a devious mind. While his gains are not ill-gotten, he never makes the fight for them very fair.