ThatGreyfriarDog

I remember watching this in math class back in the day. Fantastic. ^_^ Sorry for rezzing a topic from a month ago, btw. But this is awesome.

AH DEAR GOD, WHAT HAS SCIENCE DONE?!?!??!?!?!?

God I love polka. Hell, it's still cool! Hope ya' get accepted!

Oh, eh, no worries. We all got lives to live. ^.^

Just sayin', it sorta' goes hand in hand with another conversation I was having not long ago. There's a line 'tween common courtesy and intellectual loopholes. Call it what you will, here's the barebones of it- You told someone who didn't even ask that RP sucked, and that they shouldn't try it? Sounds to me like you're just making their own decisions for them. ~^ That ain't very fair if they end up taking your advice and not even giving something a chance- when they could like it very much so. That's all I'm gettin'. But I'ma stop replying here, as I think debates are just annoying the host. X)

That's true. You play those to be scared, not to be enchanted- though I've always been a bit o' a fairyboy when it comes to a good story. White Knight? I'll check it out- it'll prolly make me wet myself.

Yea well- at least they still tried to uphold a general feeling throughout. Amnesia was like "Oh look, a comically German ghost that helps lighten it in one room" then more dark, confusion, building up... Then randomly, out of nowhere, you enter a portal room and have to throw a head at a bulb of blue light or something..... I don't bloody know. It makes sense with the story... It just wasn't a good story. -.- You're a dude in a castle. There's scary stuff in the castle. Stop some dude from entering the portal. The end. It was like a modern horror movie. Scary stuff happens- it's just that the underlying story is nonsense.

Ooo. Pm-ish! Heheh. I only teasin'. I'm used to being a generalization IRL anyway. X) Sorry, bud. That's something that will come into play in any topic where you ask an opinion. There will always be one or two dudes who gotta' emphasize that not only is their opinion different- everyone else's is wrong. ~^

Oh. Oki Pinkie. =] Just dunnae' be flying through the skyscrapers. Try to kite around!

^ Overall seems to be a good fella'. He wears the Pinkie 'tar and the signature pretty well, with all the friendly energy- at least, from what I've seen of his newpony welcoming. Smart and optimistic to boot- too many literate folks are annoying and depressin'! Puddin's the type you'd have a beer with! >=D

Heheh. Thank ya', mate. Do so love playing the punk proletariat who dreams of bigger things.

Ooo. Welcome to our forums, mate. It's bloody excellent here. ^ This one's my favorite, EoLPinkie. Some sorta' energy about there. And sponge hidey goodness. Anyhoo, welcome! Keep a good attitude, and this is the friendliest place in the world! =D EDIT: He dun' ponynapped our girl, Pink! >=o

You win coolpoints!

Kekek. Even then, I just be teasin'. Amnesia had better gameplay- but Penumbra had a -waaay- better story.

Hey hey, whoa now there. XDD Then you're good. ^^ Biggest issue of teh internets is that it's impossible to figure someone's emotions, a lot of the time. To a lot of us, it just sounded like you were trolling. Truth is, though, either way- you certainly don't have to RP if you don't like it. But don't look down on us people who do- which you don't anyways, as you said- and don't try to stop people from trying it if they haven't. I don't like rap music, but I certainly won't get in someone else's way if they want to give it a listen.

Not very often. I don't believe in bad RP. Even the most ridiculous, brutal, illiterate RPs leave me feeling cheery. That's where part of your imagination has to come through. If you fail in feeling enchanted by it, maybe ya' just grew out of your imagination quicker than me. But for I, ser'? ^^ I think there's only one RP I did in my life that I could call a failure- and that's 'cause it turned out everyone on that MC server all knew eachother and were neo-Nazis IRL. o.o

Sure, mate. Biggest boon for it is simplicity- don't worry too much about all the scrimpy details and all that, just hop into one and see where it takes you. I'm certain you'll find lots of quirks about your own character that even you didn't know. ^_^

-shrugagain- Then I guess it's just not for you. =) Way I see it, it's one of those things you either like or you don't. I love it. At least, more than getting coked out and screaming bloody murder in my basement, or unloading clips into beer cans in my garage. Which was essentially my old life before I started exploring my creativity. Sure, it sucks I use it as an escape. It sucks that I need an escape. -Buuuut- it's a better escape than my old options. EDIT: (( Hit post too soon. )) If you feel you don't need to do it, count yourself lucky. If you don't feel you like it- you don't have to do it, nobody here will judge you either way. 'Least, so long as you don't judge us. Me, I feel like I need it, and I bloody love doing it. Winwin.

-shrug- I've been RPing for over half of my life, now. It's something that's just.. Become integral. I used to have severe problems with cocaine, and the bullying during my childhood caused me issues with anger management that led to a kid from my high school being hospitalized by my hand. It's something I'm quite ashamed of. Fact is, though, that when my life was hitting the fan, I looked to other worlds for comfort. That came in the way of movies, video games, all this and that- but it never truly felt real. It was always just an escape to me. RP has it's pains, usually technical ones, or due to the faults of other RPers- but there's one thing you can take to the bank always- it's still an escape, but if you do it right.. It feels real, y'know? It's a different world. You can live a different life there- be anyone. Write stories, change continents. It gave me the feeling of power I needed to make it through hard and depressing times in my life. =) The first RP I ever joined lasted me four years, and I now have a tattoo commemorating it. Permanently there, never to come off, reminding me that one of the most beautiful stories I'd ever witnessed in my life was, in part, my brainchild. Some people like RP, some don't, and you certainly don't have to. ^^ But to me? I feel it's a symbol. A sign that anyone in the world can create a thing of beauty- I'm an ill-educated brewery worker, and yet... When I RP, it'll sometimes bring tears to my eyes. Escaping to a world other than our own- the power of the imagination that has been long lost since childhood, found again through the simplicity of writing. That's why I like RPing.

Hell yea. You ever feel the need for a private RP dose of testosterone, if my app gets accepted, maybe we'll go brutalize some diamond dogs 'r something. We're talking the frightening crossover stuff. X]

DROIDZ? YOU WANT PARTY DROIDZ? I GOT DROIDZ FOR YOUR PARTY. BLOW UP BALOONS.

AMNESIA WAS BETTAR -punt-

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria RP Name: Gritty Bones Sex: Male Age: Young Stallion, only just out of colthood. Species: Pegasus Eye Color: Azure Coat Color: Black Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: A red, ill kempt mohawk, and a splayed, jagged tail. (Cut for safety reasons, working in the scrapyard) Physique: Strong and young, used to hauling and pulling extreme weight since a young child. Cutie Mark: A smaller gear, with a larger gear below it. Discovered after a heartfelt talk with one of the overseers in the scrapyard. Origin/Residence: Beakbreak city, in the ship-breaking scrapyard was where he spent almost all of his life. Only recently did he leave- he has no home yet, still travelling the countryside, though he has high hopes for Canterlot. Occupation: Originally worked in the ship-breaking scrapyard, tearing the plates of airship hulls to be smelted or salvaged, from a very young age. He has no job anymore, since he left his home, but he hopes to enlist in the REA. Motivation: Since he heard word of Nightmare Moon's fall, and the rebirth of Princess Luna, he's held a strong fascination with the concept- developing into a schoolboy infatuation with the royal pony. After his mother passed away in Manehattan, he was inspired to leave Beakbreak city and start off for Canterlot- the hopes high in his mind that he could enlist and work his way up to becoming a royal guard- and maybe even meet his idol. Likes: (Rather crippling, considering his goals, but present nonetheless) Rough housing, a lack of refinement, camaraderie and friendship in work, blind tenacity, and reckless senses for honor and strength. Dislikes: "Fancy shmancy" refined manners, regulations that go against honor and passion, disdain for the royalty, pessimism, and anti-socialites. Character Summary: A bit on his time in Beakbreak will be present in a spoiler, though be wary, it's a couple pages long. Gritty Bones was born from his mother in the scrapyards of Beakbreak. His mother had traveled there in search of her husband, who had boarded an airship headed for the dingy city on a routine trading shipment. He had not returned, and, after a time, she decided she would search for him on her own terms. After making it to the city, she received notice that there had been an accident- that the airship had gone down in the mountains just southeast of the city and had been found completely deserted. After settling on a conclusion that it had been the Diamond Dogs' fault, she found herself seeking a temporary residence in the city until her husband was rescued and retrieved by the Griffin search parties. Time passed, and just when she was about to give up- her son was born, and she found herself unable to travel with a newborn foal. She refused to name him yet, still slightly maddened with the knowledge that her husband was still somewhere out in the world, trying to get home. As he grew, she found he showed more and more of his father's rambunctious and strong-willed nature. Though originally a skinny, twig-of-a-colt ( from which the scrapyard workers jokingly referred to him as "Lil' Bones" ) his nature of trying to naturally bite off more than he could chew gave him much respect from local workers of all ages. His tough, headstrong mannerisms eventually came to some of the workers calling him tough, or more often, "Gritty", causing the nomenclature to dance between the two nicknames until they were stuck together. "Lil' Gritty Bones". After a time, it stuck. When the time came that his mother stopped waiting for his father, he was a healthy and joyous colt- beyond some discomforts with never knowing his father- and was very comfortable with the rough living that he was born into. Not wanting to grant chaos and greater confusion in his life, his mother settled on keeping her time in Beakbreak permanent. Until she fell ill. Her illness was a strange one that the doctors of Beakbreak had not seen before- it corrupted her breathing, and made it difficult to perform her regular tasks around the scrapyard. She sent letters to renowned medical ponies throughout Equestria- and when one was replied to, from Manehattan, she knew she could not waste time. Still not wanting to cause such confusion for her young colt, and knowing that he might be abandoned if she did not finish the trip to Manehattan, she was forced to leave him in the scrapyard with ponies and griffins she knew would take care of him. In the middle of the night, she had another pony come in to watch her son, wished him a silent farewell, and left the city- and her beloved son- behind. This caused him much sorrow as a young colt, until an overseer he had been working under (colts and fillies were allowed only to do the exploration of the decrepit ships, salvaging usable pieces, due to the slight hazards of the other tasks) approached the sulking pony and let him know that he was just as important as anyone else in the yard. The entire ship-breaking operation was one great big clockwork, that needed every single gear to work. Now that his mother's gear had left, he had to replace it to keep the operation running. He was just as vital as anyone else, and everyone there was his family. After this talk, he developed his cutie mark- a small cog above a large cog (small cog is out of sight in the picture) with the smaller one representing him, and the larger one representing his mother. His special talent was simple- he was a follower, not a leader, but the type of follower you just couldn't function without. Without his own little contributions to the grand order of the universe, Celestia knows what could happen. In short, his cutie mark was more-so a bit of wisdom that fate decided to bestow upon him- every pony was just as important as the next. Both he and his mother, everyone at the scrapyard, and everyone in Equestria. He wrote to her weekly, and she wrote back- telling of how she had begun travelling south to the Zebra lands in a desperate pursuit of their tribal remedies- until she passed away from the illness. This inspired him to take his life by the horns- following in her footsteps and leaving the city. He was determined to pursue his dreams and gain a seat as one of Luna's personal guard. His time in Beakbreak served him well, awarding him with a working-class strength and bulk, but caused within him a number of noticeable shortcomings. Never having need of his wings, he had them pierced and used aesthetically- never learning how to use them in the way of flight. He had no problem with this until a pegasus, and a particularly experienced flyer, let him know that the REA would likely not accept him if he did not know how- in which he immediately began searching for ways to learn. The remedy was granted by a unicorn who he met in a coastal trading post not far from Okeanos, where he was travelling to retrieve what inheritance his mother left him, who enchanted the jewelry he had placed in the wings to work against gravity and lighten his load- at the note from his pegasus friend that his body was too heavy with muscle for his untrained wings to lift. While now being able to fly, he still lacks a number of other understandings ponies have. With no education beyond that of the overseers and co-workers he was raised by, he never learned much common sense- making him quite... Well..... Stupid. His terminology is that of scrapyard slang- his trademarked toothpick hanging from his mouth is known to him as a "Chewstick". Chairs are often called "Sitters". His piercings are largely referred to as "Ma' circles!" As well as a number of other nomenclature errors that others would find diverging from common knowledge. Picture: Warning: LOOONG Leaving Beakbreak (short story):

Suddenly, a wild Scotspony appears! HOHOHO.

Heck yea! WAAAAGH!! >:] Punk rock bronies unite!