Teh_Brawler

I DO TOO HIGH FIVE

Owl City (which so happens to be MY FAVORITE FREAKING BAND OF ALL TIME) is coming out with their sophomore album, All Things Bright and Beautiful, on June 14. You can preorder it now, however, and get one of two songs: Alligator Sky (feat. Shawn Chrystopher) if you preorder directly through iTunes, or Galaxies if you preorder through Owl City's website. Go here for more info. I already got my SQUEEing taken care of.

DAGGUM CEETS YOU MAKE ME LOOK UNINTERESTED IN THIS FANDOM Don't worry Tehbs, if it makes you feel any better, I've only converted two bronies. I almost got my brother. He has admitted that the show is good, but he yet yet to be converted.

I like her! I have somewhat of a bias, but I like her. I would recommend adding a little backstory to her cutiemark/talents, and maybe a bit of history.

DAGGUM CEETS YOU MAKE ME LOOK UNINTERESTED IN THIS FANDOM

WOOHOO FRESHMAN

You see? This is why I love you.

Savvy blinked at Robikku, still wearing his big smile. "Oi don' folloh, guvnuh. Whoy wuld Oi bei rootin' troo da gahbuge wuile lookin' fer du culpret?" Mitsaragi nodded confidently. "Indeed. It matters not where the witness looked or did not look, all that matters is that he didn't find anything of consequence." He then added, smirking confidently, "It's bad form to grasp at straws so early, Pegasus. And before we go any farther, I'll have you know my name is MitsarAGI. Please do well to correct that in the future." Pansy watched the scene unfold, intensely frightened for her life for some reason. However, she noticed something odd about the scenario after seeing the evidence list peeking out of Robikku's copy of the case file. Curious, she tapped on Robikku's shoulder. "M-mr. Pegasus? Why didn't he mention that right there?" she asked, pointing at the third piece of evidence in the file.

I am who you think I am. Yeah, I took my time, but I got a little busy. At least I made one, right? :mrgreen: Fair enough. It's good to have you here, CEETS. Hopefully your RESPONSIBILITIES in your OTHER FORUM won't IMPEDE on your ENJOYMENT of this FORUM here. *stares intently*

http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/nyan-cat-pop-tart-cat

FINALLY SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS MY SUFFEREINGS AS AN ART STUDENT *latches on to Tooterfish and begins to sob dramatically*

If you are who I think you are, I do have an account, and you took your time getting here. If you're not, welcome to the forums, and enjoy your time

We shall get along well, brother. Enjoy your stay, and prepare for the onslaught of brohooves. ALSO YOU BEST NOT BE STEALING MY CAPS SHTICK THAT'S MY THING

THE LINK WAS PROVIDED AND MY WANDERING EYES TOOK CONTROL CONFOUND MY CURIOSITY AND THE DARK THINGS I'VE SEEN BECAUSE OF IT

AUGH THAT IS NOT RAINBOW DASH THAT IS AN ABOMINATION

Silly me, never answered that question of sorts. Expecting that tablet at the end of this week.

While I would be loathe to call that an actual "error", that's a really good catch there

When Pink text on a McDonald's window first reads to you as "Pinkie Pie".

Win.

{{I love you for the Billy Joel pun }} Djemba couldn't help but get sucked into Blueblaze's story; it showed his real heart, and only seemed to intensify her affection for him. She slowly ended up at the table, with her head resting on her hooves. Her smile also increased, as she could help but feel the infectious joy coming from him fill herself. She kept this position until he finished, even keeping it afterwrods. Suddenly, however, she realized how silly she looked; at the same time, a particularly large bubble popped in the oatmeal, frightening her. "Oh, the oatmeal must be done!" she started, and quickly headed over to the stove, trying to keep her cool. "But, yeah, that's really cool. Not many ponies can say they've been onstage with a celebrity before." Taking care of the oatmeal, she poured two large bowls, and set them both on the table, one in front of Blueblaze. "There you go, hope you enjoy it." She then began to tear at her bowl, working hard to satisfy her strong hunger.

Also, I'm pretty confident that the "repectable Applejack" voice was done by Tabitha St. Germain, not Ashleigh Ball.

"Very well, Mr. Pegasus. Now that the defendant has pleaded, Mr. Gavel, you may call your first witness." Mitsaragi looked down at the witness profiles sheet. No names were picked, but there were three profiles: A, B, C. None of these profiles had testimonies, but each profile had a relation to the area of the crime scene, such as occupation, residence, and routine. After scanning them over, Mitsaragi decided that A would be the best at this point. "Yes, sir. The prosecution calls witness A to the stand." Without replying, Mr. Sparse stuck his hoof into the bowl, and pulled out a name. "Savvy Klick, come on down." Savvy stood up, smiling confidently, and trotted down to the stage, where Mr. Sparse handed him a paper, and instructed him to sit at the right side of his desk. Savvy read through the paper, and followed instructions. Mr. Sparse made sure everything was in order, and said, "Very well, Mr. Gavel, you may begin." Mitsaragi nodded, and walked out onto the stage in front of Savvy. "So, Mr. Klick, you are a local businessman in Ponyville, correct? What is it that you do?" "Oi, 'ats roit, ser. Oi'm un 'oarshoo makuh, fer aw deh pounies 'oo leive en dat wunnerfool taouwn." Mitsaragi did a double take, and whispered, " What on Earth are you doing, Savvy?" Savvy smiled is iconic smile at Mistaragi, and replied in a whisper, "Getting into character." Mistaragi sighed, and muttered, "Well, don't. This is a serious matter, and I'm trying to concentrate." Savvy rolled his eyes and retorted, "I can get into character if I want, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." "SAVVY I SWEAR IF YOU DON-" "Mr. Gavel!" Mr. Sparse slammed his gavel on the desk, getting MItsaragi's attention. "I will not let you verbally abuse the witness!" "But, Mr. Spa-er, your honor, I-" "Do I need to penalize you, Mr. Gavel?" Mitsaragi sighed. "No, your honor." He regained his posture, and continued. "So, Mr. Klick, would you please tell the court what you saw that night?" "Oi wuz closin' up shoup tha' nuite, uhbaowt tu 'ead 'oeme fo' dinneh, when Oi 'eard sum shou'in' neah du taown 'awl. Oi 'eaded ovuh, jes tuh sei if dere was anyding I coul' du. I' seimed tu bei coumin' from an alleh, so Oi peiked in. As Oi luuked, a trash cein fell ovah, and a pony tuk awff. Oi cowwed out, bu' du poeny didn' retein, so Oi wouked in awl sloe luike, lookin' over du seen. Awlmos' instantly, Oi found a dea' pony, wid' stab woons awl ovuh 'eis body. Shock'd, Oi didn' kno wot tu doo. Oi tried tu folloh du odur poeny, bu' Oi coul'nt foind huide noar 'eir of 'em." Mitsaragi tried to gain control of his nervous tick, and replied, "....THANK you, witness." Mr. Sparse added, "Yes, thank you. Mr. Pegasus, you may begin your cross examination." {{Yes, there is a contradiction in there. You just have to find it. ^_^ Also, apologies to Mudbug. I'm trying to be stereotypical}}

The museum of Equestrian History was indeed a beautiful building. Commissioned by Celestia herself and built to help educate ponies on the events of Equestria, both positive and negative, it was a stunning example of how knowledge could help a country develop. It was made of solid white marble, and had a spiraling of windows that matched the progression of floors inside the building; the building itself was shaped like a stadium. Astron was pleased to just be looking at the museum itself. He felt the architecture was a piece of art, and loved the mere sight of it. However, at Klank's request, Astron instantly felt a little put off. The pony had just acted very rudely, and it didn't match Astron's personality and upbringing at all. He turned around, and raised an eyebrow at Klank disapprovingly. "I'm sorry, but, are you truly doing what I think you're doing? If I am correct, you're complaining about the choice of destination? Why in Equestria would you do that? Ms. Mudbug requested to come here before you even showed up, and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, completely unaware of what we're doing, and decide to join us. However, when you do find out, you complain? Sir, you are being terribly rude to Ms. Mudbug, and to me."

Mitsaragi did a small double take at the denial. He had expected Klank to be at least somewhat into law, based on that book. He looked away and exhaled through his nose out of disappointment. Any reasoning behind getting this pony's attention had been lost. He turned back with a slight look of disgruntlement, and replied, "Ah, well, the book you dropped was about a copyright infringement case some years back in Canterlot. I figured that you were reading about the case, which meant that you had to be interested in it at some level." He then walked back to the couch and sat down, trying his hardest not to let his disappointment get the best of him. "Well, if you're doing better, I guess there's no reason to keep staying here."

OH IT WAS SO CHEESY BUT I LOVED IT BABY SPIKE IS MY FAVORITE PART