Kirby Krackle

Blind isn't overused. Overcompensation for blindness is. Though, "Overcompensating" can be an interesting character flaw, but that's besides the point. Can you imagine the strain it would put on a Unicorn to use magic for spacial awareness all the freaking time? Even if it's just a ten foot span with pony at the middle. To have that on all the time would be far too taxing to be practical. What I'm talking about is the following: Blind. If they're a Unicorn, they can waggle a can in front of them as we would normally see. If not, they better have a good friend or family member with them at all times. No fingers means no braille, so blind ponies are by definition illiterate. They have not honed their senses to Daredevil level. They cannot "sense" something else to substitute for sight like Toph. They don't have sight under the right conditions like Dr. Mid-Nite. They are just unable to see, and are treated as the disabled typically would, with all the good and bad that go with it. Any trope can be misused, not just blindness. But as such, they can add great flavor to a character. From the anime Baccano, the character Nice (pronounced Niece) is an explosives expert. At a young age, while mixing chemicals, she slips up and blasts half her face off, leaving what is an otherwise pretty lady with Harvey Dent syndrome (sans the MPD). That includes losing an eye. And she struggles with it. But she never lost interest in her hobby and, as an added appropriate level of awesome, keeps a tiny emergency grenade in her empty eye socket. Yeah. It's not blindness, but it's sight related and if properly played, we could see some interesting character development. Because you're an RP buddy, Bramble, you know who Curtain Call is. I know full well how many tropes he is. But I try to avert or twist or otherwise play around with them to make him a pony that's interesting to be around. http://tvtropes.org/...asterOfDisguise http://tvtropes.org/.../ConsummateLiar http://tvtropes.org/...ightInSourArmor http://tvtropes.org/.../WickedCultured Keep in mind. I said 'try'. Also, did I derail this thread? I'm sorry if I did. But the delicate line between "trope" and "cliche" is... ever-present, especially in fanfiction and roleplay.

What if the blindness is a completely legitimate birth defect and isn't played for sympathy or for "I took a level in badass"? He's just like everypony else, except he walks with a cane (with magic or something, I dunno) and has to be paid in singles Ray Charles style?

http://privateislandparty.com/products/hot-pink-bellydance-gypsy-scarf-2060?gclid=CJvX1Ojvs7ICFcHe4Aod9FEA1A Something like this.

Here is a minor critique: Got cerulean socks? Keep that color scheme marching forward. Other than that: aces! Also, Eeeee kitty.

"Listen. *hiccup* I didn't underestimate my nuthin. I overestimated... whatever this stuff is." He flicked at the bottle of vile fluid to emphasize. "Which, I notice, you didn't take a hit of. Chicken. And! *hiccup* ...thanks for the help. A big head isn't going to get me anywhere in this business. Heck, I should probably be putting up a help wanted sign tomorrow." He booted his friend away from the sink to at least take half the work load. It was only fair. And he couldn't help but but give the occasional glance to Norma. The big dope couldn't even make it inconspicuous.

Budding friendships and warm wishes, maybe? The problem is... lack of conflict? I dunno. The discussion is open.

A quick run to the back of his bar gave him the wet whistle he needed. There was less fog in his head and less fire in his throat. Not quite fit as a fiddle but at least now he could do his job and carry on a conversation without falling over. He still had the hiccups, though. "Just peachy, ma'am. I don't think I'll be drinking that... whatever it is again. *hiccup*" Fungus made a quick run through of his guests, refilling drinks and collecting plates and the like before sitting back down with Norma. Her eyes were pretty. He knew they weren't natural by a long shot, but gosh, they were pretty.

"Sweet and sour Svogthos, it tastes like fire!" Or, to be more precise, it tasted like a violent mixture of dragon's blood, alchemist's fire and a puree of chili peppers and horseradish brought to a rolling boil and served on a rusty knife. Inside Fungus Amongus's mouth was suffering and his mind was no better. The buzz smacked into him awful quick and he was thankful that his wits were still with him. Best to call it quits after the one. And maybe it was the booze making him a bit more personal and a bit less verbose, but he lifted up the little mare's chin so his gaze could meet hers. "No *hiccup* ma'am, every bit of life from *hiccup* the littlest mushroom to... *hiccup* Gosh, your eyes are pretty... oh heck, even Razia, deserves their fighting chance. And *hiccup* a second one at that. S'why we do what we do. Oh hayseed I need a glass of wa- *hiccup* water."

*cries* No, but seriously, his Pinball game for the original gameboy was cool. ...*cries more*

Might skip ahead in the time line a bit. See if that attracts people back. But yeah, suddenly the RP is a ghost town.

Sniper plays a similar role to Scout in how useful their liquid secondaries are. Jarate is your beat friend Also, our Aussie friend, like the Spy can deal massive damage to single targets. So those Medics towards the end, as well as Sniperbots and Giants are yours to take out with headshots. If headshots are beyond you (as they are with me...) use the Sydney Sleeper. It simply can't headshot and you have even more ways to dish out minicrit status for your team. Try Sniper with that load out and simply focus on helping the team. They'll love you.

"I will have you know, Doctor, that loss of cognitive function is only a problem if it was brain damage that was the cause of death", there was a faux-elitist tone in his voice. Time to get silly. "Besides, Lord Svogthos is just a head! So put that in your glass and drink it!" By 'it', Fungus meant the glass full of the Rakdos brew from earlier. Half the bottle was gone. He felt bad for that one officer. He also felt bad for himself, as he poured a second for himself. Drinking contests were never a good idea, but a challenge is a challenge. "I can always find myself new livers", he added with much bravado. And then, down the hatch.

Explain this!

Fungus's eyes brightened through that mess of dreadlocks he called a mane. His grin could be seen for miles. He loved talking about his Guild. "Oh yes it is true! Absolutely! In fact, the Golgari have the highest population on Ravnica simply because we raise our dead! Not to brag, of course... But I mean, can you just imagine? There are ponies in Golgari who have witnessed the signing of the Guildpact! And our resurrections aren't complicated either! There is plenty of mana-rich soil in the Undercity for our Necromancers and they simply use the local plant matter and microorganisms to rebuild damaged tissue! My leg for example has cherry wood grafted to replace a lot of bone and-" He continued on this practically rehearsed exposition for a good long while, smiling all the while and focused on nothing but the little blue mare who asked him but one simple question.

Note: I have a spare Red Tape Recorder. It is free to one lucky fellow Brony.

PM me. I and a few collected cohorts of mine who do not frequent this board can projectile vomit at you all the MTG lore you need. He read absolutely anything and everything with the name "Urza" in it, where-as I picked up where he left off and began reading once we, the players, left Dominaria behind for greener and more metallic pastures. My credentials include already running a Ponified Ravnica RP on this very board, taking place 100 years after the signing of the Guildpact. And, while I'm off to a fancy Olive Garden dinner in a bit, I'm going to pitch a few ideas. The first being power levels. For the purpose of story, I see absolutely no reason why Celestia can't be equivocal to Serra. Secondly, who is to say that the only reason Discord isn't Nicol Bolas tier (though, he has depowered lately, actually) when Discord is only in it for the lulz? Why can't he find a nexus of manaflow on a certain plane to ensure his dominance? Oh oh oh! Better yet! Why isn't he just Nicol Bolas? The only reason he is a murderer one moment and merry prankster the next is because of the universe he's currently in. He HAS to be terrifying because everyone in Dominaria has massive beards and tries desperately to fill him with swords. On Equestria, they have rainbows. Of course he's going to call that his vacation spot and have it rain chocolate milk. If we treat Equestria as just another plane, have it fit nice and tidy into the MTG Multiverse, then we have plenty of possibilities. The Everfree Forest could, in fact, be something akin to... that one fuzzy bridge between Kamigawa and Dominaria. Talon something. It's why Toshi Umewaza had his kids there. You know what I'm talking about. That's it. More later. Olive Garden now.

Fungus Amongus blinked once, only realizing now how little he had actually planned ahead. With his head in the dirt so often, how could he not foresee something as simple as business hours? One facehoof and one healthy sigh later, he started doing the math in his head. "I figure I could, ah, stay open until morning? Cater to the graveyard shift? Then, ah, hang on hang on, nopony is drinking in the daytime hours, right? I can shut down for the day and restock. Prep more food and such. Reopen again at nightfall. I can sleep... uhm..." Then came the topic of gift giving. He blinked again, having forgotten that as well. After all, all his time and effort (and bits) were being put into this. So he had an excuse, right? One sheepish grin later, he shrugged and offered to his friend, "Drinks are on the house for you tonight?"

Guys? This is the OOC thread. This one.

"Aw heck, what are you sorry for? It wasn't you I saw picking those fights, so don't you worry your pretty blue head. Besides, if some ponies get a little too rowdy and start breaking stuff, let's just say I have... security. Just sit back, enjoy yourself here and please! Come back often! Not to sound like a beggar or anything but this is to keep the bits flowing in until my farm is all fixed and my folks wake up." Fungus hoped that 'wake up' was a phrase he didn't have to explain. He didn't know this pony well and didn't know if he had to dance around the topic of necromancy.

Champagne happens to be the one spirit kept in stock but not brewed in house. Grapes simply won't grow in the Undercity, as there is nowhere near enough sunlight. Cranberries on the other hand, being bog plants, are in great supply, but that's besides the point. He bought a few bottles from the Conclave, anticipating a few orders for the festivities tonight. And yes, he was surprised to know the Selesnya had breweries. He assumed that thanks to the Hive Mind, it was much easier to get buzzed for cheap. Silly ideas behind him, he wheeled out a bottle on ice as well as two fine glasses, one for each Doctor. None for him, though. He was working. "Congratulations are in order then! Cheers on the promotion, Doctor... Norma Gene, was it? I'm Fungus Amongus, friend of a friend." For sincerity's sake, he brushed some mane from his eyes as he smiled and poured the bubbly. "On the house, by the way." It was probably inappropriate, but as the conversation veered towards the link between death and promotion, he couldn't help but laugh a little too loud. His leg, his guild business and the like. "I know the feeling, Forest", he added alongside tapping his zombie parts against the floor. On the other hoof, disembodiment after passing unsettled him, though. The spirit needed something to inhabit, didn't it? Rotten or otherwise? Bleh.

I shouldn't be thinking about pony OCs when I'm trying to sleep. All I could come up with was pony Ted DiBiasse. Only fitting if we had a pony Hulk Hogan.

Black mana is not neccessarily evil, nor is White mana neccessarily good. In fact, Fungus Amongus, user of Black Mana is a nice guy! Give me time and I can do for Orzhov what I did for Golgari. Why? I dunno, I kinda feel like messing with Valence.

Mmmmm. Chocolate.

Nope.