Winter

Ah, those spittle bugs! I love them so much! I have some bushes out back that they lay their eggs in every year. It looks amazing It is nice to finally see another spotlight. I've missed you, Bugmaster!

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I'd love for you to send it to me, if that were to help keep this from happening again Kidding, kidding... I just want you to send it to me so I can read over your amazing apps some more ^_^

Oh SRG, what ever are we to do with you? I bet a few weeks from now there will be another... And I bet that one will have more spoilers with images. That is the hardest and most tedious part to fix >.<

Didn't this happen to your Scootaloo app as well? That makes two, and that is two too many

I MISSED THE colour!!! I'll go back and fix that right away! EDIT: I apologize, this may take some time... Hehe, please be patient while I work this out. If you see anything really weird, don't worry. I got this FINAL EDIT: Did it work?

Alright, you owe me. Please stop doing this Here you go, nice and manually edited. I knew taking an HTML class would be helpful somehow... hehe. Remember last time? If there is anything missing, don't hesitate to let me know. History: Jeff "The Dude" Letrotski was born simply Jeffrey Letrotski to two Letrotski parents with names so average he can't even remember them. Jeff grew up in Las Pegasus and was raised to be chill. His parents were incredibly passive, and The Dude was just a good colt who didn't care. He never really got into trouble other than the occasional warning from the school about absences due to sleeping in. Or sleeping in class. Or sleeping at the school after school. Or sleeping on the roof of the school one time. Hey, napping is a bucking great way to re-energize, man. His parents basically just slept around all day and drank cider, being more like friends to Jeff than parents. One time they lectured him, but it was about what kind of cider was best in quality. Through them The Dude learned that you could totally get by in life by doing nothing. Ponies often criticized The Dude for having no aspirations, to which he simply told them that he DID have aspirations. All he really, truly, wanted in life was to sit around and make absolutely no impact. No work, just play. To most ponies this was considered totally bogus and not at all a real aspiration. The Dude just shrugged. Jeff's parents eventually dropped him off at his own apartment and told him to go get a haircut, a real job and a wife. Or do whatever he wanted, no hard feelings. And The Dude did abide, he found himself some bowling buddies and an alley to play at. Relationships were too much work, and friendships were a lot easier to manage (well, most of the time...) The Dude's best friends are Walter and Donny, two misfit ponies like himself who want nothing more than to bowl. Donny is very anxious and hopelessly clueless, while Walter is constantly passionate and angry. About, well, everything. He also has a lady-friend named Maude, but she's not too interested in him. Which is totally fine. That's where our hero currently stands. What does he plan to do now? Nothing. Character Summary: The Dude has very strong inter-personal skills, and may find himself in the role of the peacemaker frequently. Since he makes decisions by using his personal values, he is usually very sympathetic and concerned for other people's well-being. He is very observant about other people, and seems to sense what is wrong with someone before others might, responding with a solution. He might not be the best advice-giver in the world, because he dislikes theory and future-planning. He is definitely a spontaneous, optimistic individual. He loves to have fun.One of his greatest gifts is his general acceptance of everyone. Jeff is upbeat and enthusiastic. Under a great deal of stress Jeff gets overwhelmed with negatives thoughts and possibilities. As an optimistic individual who lives in the world of possibilities, negative possibilities do not sit well with him. In an effort to combat these thoughts, he's likely to come up with simple, global statement to explain away the problem ("lets go bowling", for example). He is usually practical, although he hates structure and routine. The Dude likes to "go with the flow", trusting in his ability to improvise in any situation presented to him. The Dude is a great team player. He is not likely to create any problems or fuss, and is likely to create the most fun environment possible for getting the task done. The Dude has a tremendous love for life, and knows how to have fun. He likes to bring others along on his fun-rides, and is typically a lot of fun to be with. The Dude is flexible, adaptable, genuinely interested in people, and usually kind-hearted. The Dude is very good at doing nothing. So good, in fact, lazy ponies everywhere aspire to be just as much of a quitter as he is. Let The Dude loose in a store and he can bring back the cheapest necessities. One dollar bars of soap, two dollar shirts, whatever he needs. Because our hero has approximately zero bits to spend, he's shockingly good with money. He could go into business, become a billionaire quite quickly and live a life of sheer luxury. He has the brains. But that would take too much bucking work, who has time? Jeff has a very strong morale character, which is excellent while meeting new ponies. However he has many catch phrases, and most of them fit somewhere among the lines of "buck it". While he's super funny and intelligent, he will make no effort to impress or host anything social with his friends. The Dude has exactly one answer to everything in life: bowling. My mother is dying, can you help? ...Let's go bowling. The world is ending, how are you going to spend your last moments on earth? ...Probably bowling. What's the meaning of life? ...Bowling. [colour=#8B4513]GALLERY[/colour] [colour=#8B4513]The Dude abides.[/colour] [colour=#8B4513]The Dude abides. I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that. It's good knowing he's out there, The Dude, taking it easy for all us sinners. I sure hope he makes the finals. Welllp, that about does it, wraps it all up. Things seem to have worked out pretty good for The Dude'n Walter, and it was a pretty good story, dont'cha think? Made me laugh to the beat of the band. Parts, anyway. Course, I didn't like seeing Donny go. But then, I happen to know that there's a little Letrotski on the way. I guess that's the way the whole durned pony comedy keeps perpetuating itself down through the generations, westward the wagons, across the sands a time until... aw, look at me, I'm rambling again. Well, I hope you folks enjoyed yourselves. Catch ya further on down the trail. [/colour] [colour=#8B4513]Say friend, ya got any more a that good sarsaparilla?[/colour]

Winter followed up behind Muggo, glad that the fighting was finally over. He preferred flying away from problems over fighting against them any day. The pegasus slinked towards the rail cart and plopped down in it. [colour=#daa520] "Alright, conductor, I want to hitch a ride with the first train out of here!"[/colour] He called out with a laugh. Winter looked down and rubbed his hoof along the side of the cold cart and wished it had been a real train. Some nice soft cushions, tasty food, cool water, and a chance to get some rest would have made this trip much better. Come to think of it, many things would have made this trip a lot better: a good idea of what they would come across, a client that would actually pay them rather than set them up to be slaves for griffons and diamond dogs, less collapsing walls and twisting tunnels, and a beefy pay check. Sighing with relief that it was finally about to be over, Winter Bolt allowed himself a few seconds of much needed shuteye.

Winter Bolt landed next to the others to fight alongside them. They seemed to be doing well enough, leading the other dogs around the cave in circles didn't seem as important any more. The others were dealing blows all around him, so he used what little fighting training he had to help out. He dealt small, furtive blows every so often, backing away and every so often bumping into one of his fellows. Being unarmed, he fought with hoof and head, bumping and slamming into dogs whenever he could to knock them off balance and, hopefully, down to the ground. Once they were down they seemed to not usually want to get back up. If they did, they were easy to knock down again. Winter didn't really understand why they were fighting against an enemy that vastly outnumbered them when an escape route was open and ready, but he wasn't one to question orders either. He was sure Dunder and the rest knew what they were doing. He just hoped that they'd be leaving sooner or later, he was getting tired. Diamond dogs are big and scary and not something a pony should normally mess with, especially on their home ground. He edged closer to Dunder in the fighting and murmured to him, [colour=#daa520]"Dunder... buddy, I think we should get out soon. There are much too many; I doubt we can take on this whole pack of them."[/colour]

I really like the highlight on the Turtle Ant! I never had any idea they existed! I didn't forget ol' Stonetribe, welcome back Bugmaster!

Winter took a break from harassing the Diamond Dogs to look towards his companions. They were all shouting retreat, but none of them were retreating! Instead, those that had gotten to the mine cart were back with Dunder and Midnight to fight the oncoming horde. He scratched his head with a hoof before ducking under a leaping Dog. Another leaped by as he span to the right in midair away from the Dogs. Maybe if he joined all the others that were fighting now he could help turn the tide. He looked back towards the Diamond Dogs he had been leading around the room and thought otherwise. If he went back to help the others the group he had been kiting around the room would follow, and they were definitely more trouble than he was worth in the fight. So instead, he continued to dodge and weave the best he could around the Diamond Dogs. Winter Bolt mostly stayed high up and out of reach, but he every so often dipped just into reach since knew that if he didn't go down close sometimes then the Dogs would lose interest. He had to race each Dog constantly to stay out of harms way. He kept his mouth shut, his eyes on the Dogs, and his body focused. This was a race he couldn't afford to lose.

Winter stared as Muggo' booped the diamond dog. Weren't they trying to escape? The blow that struck the dog in the gut moments later startled Winter nearly as much as the dog. Winter then shook his head, gathered his focus, and took off towards the cart. He reached it not long after Muggo' and turned to watch the others come. It sounded like Midnight and Dunder were already engaged with the dogs behind them. As the other dogs that had been mining before began to get closer to the cart, Winter decided he would have to buy his fighting companions some time after all. [colour=#daa520]"Muggo', I'll be trying to draw them away. Please, get everyone out of here, I'll be close behind!"[/colour] He darted forwards, pulling his wings in close midair, and slammed head first into a diamond dog's gut. The beat fell back and Winter used his bloated belly as a launching platform back into the air. He called to the other dogs that were chasing after Muggo' and Dusty, [colour=#daa520]"Over here, you muts! Come and get me!"[/colour] He flew slowly at first, not much above the ground, trying to get the dogs interested before throwing any tricks and evasions in. Hopefully Midnight and Dunder would know what was happening and get to the cart quickly. As WInter mocked and jeered at the dogs to get their attention, one managed to leap up and swipe his tail from behind. Winter turned suddenly and pushed his wings against the air hard, sending him backwards and away from the dog. He turned and swooped down to the ground in the other direction, weaving around dogs and bunching them together. It wasn't too different from flying through the trees in the forest... a moving forest. The dogs ran quickly and leaped for him with surprising speed. He wasn't sure how much longer he could evade them while the others went to the cart. He wasn't even sure if they were going for the cart, he had to pay too much attention to his pursuers.

Winter stared between Muggo' and Dusty down at the dogs in front of them before glancing back to Midnight and Dunder. It seemed the front of the group would be devising an escape plan while the back was formulating a strategy on how to hold of the dogs a little longer. It seemed everyone had an important role to fill. Everyone, that is, except him. He tried furiously to think of a way he could help. He couldn't fight, that much was sure. Therefor, he focused his attention on planning a way to get past the diamond dogs ahead without alerting them of the escape. It was what Dunder had told him to do, after all. Nothing he thought of seemed to be of use, though. Sliding down the hill and making a run for the cart was nearly out of the question, as the dogs would almost assuredly notice them, even if their work really was extremely distracting. Neither would making a run for it with the more combat trained ponies on the side fighting the group's way through. Although... maybe, just maybe Winter did have a workable idea. "Muggo', Dusty, I think I know a way to get through this. I don't think you are going to like it, though... I could fly through and distract the dogs long enough for the rest of us to get to the cart. Then, after one of you calls out or gives some sort of signal, I could race after you. Since the cave here is more open, I could probably fly around... And I'm guessing that the mine cart tunnel is pretty open too. I am pretty sure I could out-fly these diamond dogs any day."