Kirby Krackle

It hadn't occurred to Reveille to investigate the Upgrade Station before. He didn't know what to upgrade, for starters. Or how, for that matter. The whole booth actually, despite its pretty neon lights and pleasant jingle playing in the background, was downright intimidating. It seemed like a scam. Just another way for Mane Co. to take the precious bits he just didn't have. Except... how he had bits. Those robots seemed to run on gold and his team, quite literally, made a killing. So why not, he figured, and hopped behind the desk to discover one heck of a work station. He was no gear head but he couldn't count the number of tools he wish he had before he built his bazooka. The trumpeter dug through blue prints. He bought spare parts. He bought better rounds, which promised better propulsion. He even managed to find a welding helmet, which was already a big improvement, if the singed bits of his mane from last time were any indication. And, while working diligently, he was mindful of the time. At any moment, that announcer would chime in again for round two. Twenty minutes passed and, in his hooves, was a weapon he felt much more confident holding. His bazooka could hold more rounds before a misfire, they could fire quicker and his rounds would travel faster. It still looked like garbage. Reveille took a deep breath and looked at his team. The bigger mare was getting make-up tips from the little doctor. The two in the masks were... antagonizing each other. They didn't make much sense, but anyway. They were alive, he was alive and for the moment, it was peaceful. So he did what he did best: whipped out his trumpet and played for them. It was the least he could do as thanks. If only one of them knew how to play the piano.

Here's another thing. A more descriptive thread title may yield more interest. Just sayin'. Advertize the Teen Titans bit!

So. You know what I would hate to see? This RP failing before it even gets off the ground. As a courtesy, I offer up an OC of mine to serve as the villain of this series. Gearlock, the yes or no I feel is entirely your call. PM for details, naturally. Know that I've been working on this guy (or gal) for some time now, developed and ready to go, only needing heroes to engage. Up to you folks.

Very said, everyone! This fandom will live as long as its people do. Let's never forget the show and everything its inspired, but most importantly, let's never forget the people who made it possible and the friends we've made along the way.

I should have something up in the Maneworks tomorrow. Became sidetracked with Magic the Gathering. Also, who feels combat should start soon again in Coal Town? Pick up the pace a bit?

Five pages. I have one day of work and it explodes to five pages. Suddenly, we have a functional N and Shadow pokemon from that game I never played because I never owned a Gamecube. Yeah, wow. I might have something tomorrow. It'll probably be a filibuster.

Almond Butter woke extra early this morning. It was a special one, after all. And if its one thing he learned from, well, himself, it's to make a good first impression. And that meant punctuality! Looking sharp! A balanced breakfast! The last bit came first, quickly taken care of by a bowl of Lucari-Os. The second was more of an issue. The Gym Leader challenge was something taken by many, beaten by few and one heck of a hoofing all across Equestria. How do you dress for a hike like that? Black tie? Morning dress? Business casual? He could probably borrow of one his father's bits of denim but... bleh. Celestia only knows what the smells on his stuff actually came from. After too much deliberation, the Earth Pony settled on a smart, black turtle neck. Thick enough to block the wind yet light enough to toss over the shoulder if need be. He would not be walking out of the house looking like some vagrant who dumpster dives for Grimer in a seedy back alley. This decision came at the cost of leaving twenty two minutes later than he had intended. So much for punctuality. He was in a full gallop now, which was the only reason he wasn't kicking himself physically, as opposed to just mentally. The chance to impress was gone. "[colour=#4b0082]No![/colour]", he denied! "[colour=#4b0082]Time may not be on my side, but I'll wow the Professor with my knowledge, enthusiasm and personal upkeep![/colour]" Except he wasn't watching where he was going and fell in the mud. "[colour=#4b0082]All for the want of a nail[/colour]", he grumbled to himself. Forty minutes late for his appointment and covered in filth. He looked like a flattened peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "[colour=#4b0082]Please excuse my lateness, Professor[/colour]", he pleaded, wiping his hooves at the door. Manners. "[colour=#4b0082]I've... had a rough morning.[/colour]"

Though, here's a silly question: where will the thread be posted? It doesn't quite fit in any of the three primary Crossover forums. This is more of an AU, rather than the past or present of Equestria. Post it in the general Free-for-All forum, maybe?

I've got no problems being grouped up! I do like the power trio theme going on here. Fits the flavour of the show.

Name: Almond Butter Age: Young stallion Race: Earth Pony Appearance: Light purple coat. Lime green eyes. Magenta mane and tail, both cut short and curled with a yellow stripe running down each. He has spent great time keeping himself from looking as far from the typical poison user as possible. Will dress as formally as the typical trainer hike will allow. At most, it's a black turtle neck. Cutie mark is a pink (and then pinker) blossom, found on the Bitter Almond tree. Starting Pokemon: Zubat Motivation: To gain strength as a trainer and to earn prestige for a type typically abhorred and snubbed by the masses. He hopes to not only be a Gym leader, but to chase the Psychics out of their building in Canterlot and claim it for Poison-types everywhere. If that's not enough, I can spit out more. Delving more into background and development, etc etc.

Quick question before I really knuckle down and write this. The original post states that the starter can be any lowest form 'Mon. I notice how my fellow RPers are actually picking starters. It's completely possible to not have a traditional starter as your starter, right?

I'm in. I'm so very very in. Application in process. Sweet Celestia, thank you for starting this.

Cyborg's dad, then Cyborg. That's the short of it.

I like the idea of Manehattan. The first two Titan Towers were in NYC after all. The third being in San Fran but lets not get ahead of ourselves. Who builds ours, though?

Absolutely nothing wrong with not sharing my borderline obsessions! And you certainly don't need to think the way I do to create a compelling character. My wish at the moment is to help provide a proper backdrop for the current players, as well as a stepping stone for future players! So please don't feel bad!

I bring up the Justice League because its the sidekicks of the premier members that were core founding members. The other fan favorites came around in the '80s. And I thought to myself: but MLP:FIM doesn't have an elder generation it uses as functional source material! Oh wait. Yes it does. Twilight, Applejack, Firefly, Posey, Surprise and Sparkler. Depending on who plays who, it is completely within possibility for a legacy character to happen. Especially Twilight vs Twilight Sparkle, fanon mother and daughter. Does Fluttershy have to be related to Posey? No. Or a protege even? Also no. But its something to think about. The Teen Titans are more than just an awesome cartoon from the 2000s and if its the direct inspiration, this RP could be big. DC has its cities and the heroes who call them home. To an extend, so does MLP. Is Cloudsdale home to its full spectrum speedster Rainbow Dash as Central City has its Flash? Is Canterlot the sprawling 'Metropolis' we think it is, home to the world's greatest champion? What about alien worlds? The level of technology achieved? We could do SO MUCH! We HAVE to brainstorm! Drop down every idea you have on the table! Also, yeah, I'm still playing Pinkie Pie. Edit: I have to document this or I'm going to forget it. Cloudsdale does have a hero: The Wonderbolt. Speedster extraordinaire. She's a household name. There have been comics, action figures, city sanctioned promotional races between her and Superm-... ahem. Anyway. Rainbow Dash (that I respectfully use the male pronouns for in this brain thing I'm doing right now) grows up a massive fanboy. Training and dreaming every day since he was a lad and NEVER shutting up about it to her awesome aunt, Firefly. ...yeah, this is just a copy of the Kid Flash/Flash III/Wally West origin. I know. But I liked how the proper nouns were swapped.

First thing. I wanna get this out of the way immediately: I'm in. I'm totally in. Before I start building a character though (almost certainly Pinkie Pie), might I have some info as to the world we would be playing in? How closely does it resemble DC's Earth vs Equestria? Is there a Justice League analog to worry about? As for antagonists, both ends give us lots to work with. MLP's are the obvious ones, but will Deathstroke be happening? Brother Blood? Trigon? I could go crazy here but I'd rather not step on your toes right off the bat.

Did they die die? Or was this one of those nightmares the Heavy gets, as mentioned in Poker Night at the inventory?

Tinker Tailor was in agony. Near as he could remember, this was the first time he was shot with something that wasn't water, marshmallows, Styrofoam, a suction cup or a rubber band. Though, to be fair, taking a rubber band to the eye is no laughing matter. This particular wound even more-so. His blue coat stained red, and getting redder by the minute. Vision began to blur and his legs started ignoring the orders to stand. His worst nightmare has finally come to pass. "[colour=#ff00ff]Sweet Celestia... I'm a tomato![/colour]" Or the lack of blood flow to the brain was unhinging a pony already half way there. "[colour=#ff00ff]Well, momma didn't raise no ketchup packet! I'll salt their sugar if it's the black thing I pepper![/colour]" And then he threw up more blood. The clock was ticking fast for him. Shaking hooves grasped his trust rifle, took a wobbly aim and let his rig's sensors do the actual work. In a flash of red light, the Exit platform to his Teleportation machine was right where he needed it to be, under him. One more flash of light and he was back at the base camp, far away from the actual shooting. Peace. Which was almost as dangerous, tempting him to just fall asleep and let Luna take him. "[colour=#ff00ff]GAZPACHO[/colour]", he screamed defiantly, whipping out his plans for the Dispenser and worked as his life truly depended on it. In no time at all, the basic model was up. Upgrading could come later, but right now, he simply bathed in the warm glow of the magic heal box thing. True to the instruction manual, his wounds patched themselves under this light, spitting out the slugs that punctured lung. In just a few moments, the Unicorn went from critical to bright eyed and bushy tailed. Time to work on a second Sentry.

Coaltown is not dead! We're just not coordinated at the moment! And Lionel, you're totally welcome to come aboard. Now to get my head back into the game.

I have this sneaking suspicion its Kork.

I could nitpick all the minor problems, my main gripe being the overuse of in jokes. The fan episode should win hearts on its own merit, rather than smile and nod at previously won merits. On the other hand! I loved catching all the freeze-frame moments! Maybe because it was more subtle? I dunno. I still had loads of fun. Would totally watch again. Maybe a little viewing party with this, Snowdrop, Ponies the Anthology, etc etc.

That's the short of it. The long of it is as follows: I have a coworker (Phil) who appreciates my status as a Brony and, more or less, studies it. He asks for tumblr and fanfic recommendations, considers what happens at conventions, I bring to light our charity work and have had the displeasure of explaining... ahem... the cloppers. Though most of the time, he asks me my opinions on the weirder side of things. Most recently that fellow who asked a Deviant Artist (is that how I should spell that?) to no longer make Rule 34 of Twilight Sparkle, because he was going to marry her. That wasn't fun. So I simply defused things with a "He does not represent the community as a whole" and moved on to the Equestria Daily app. Next, he asks me, completely out of the blue, the Juggernaut vs Pinkie Pie. If my name wasn't any indication, I am a huge comic book nerd. I don't think the biggest, but I'm up there. Superheroes have always been my first love. And like any good fanboy, I love a good old fashioned versus thread. You can see my first thoughts on this new fight in the picture I've provided. Guess which one is me. But, as the bus ride home (we were waiting for one), with the most recent X-Men books fresh in my mind and the Juggernaut article fresh on my iPhone, I began to think much more about this. How would a civilization, mostly non-militaristic and leaning towards magic in lieu of technology, handle the destruction brought on by a creature that is. Literally. Unstoppable. I'm in full fanfiction mode at this point. Meanwhile, the driver is screaming at standing passengers to move further back. Then, naturally, I begin to question how Cain Marko would even get to Equestria! There is no shortage of weirdo powers to do it, especially in Marvel. But what's the most likely? Or rather, what's the least likely to seem like an author's @$$pull? The Spark Notes are these. Major spoilers forthcoming. He lands in Equestria. There's the chapter one. As for chapter two, questions are raised. Is he ponified, his body responding to the... I heard in a Doctor Whooves fic that Equine is the default shape of sentient life in his sliver of the Multiverse, making him a pony, but rhino sized and heavily armored. Why rage? Well, he needs to get home and nopony can really help him. Also, hooves. He would love to have a word with whoever is in charge, and is constantly denied with pretty words. But, y'know, unstoppable. Chapter two would consist of them just trying to bring this behemoth down before he destroys... everything in his search for Celestia. The more creative and desperate measures would be breaking the dam seen in Mysterious Mare Do Well and hitting him with several thousand tons of water. Depending on setting (as in, before or after season 3), they could sick Discord on him. My only real answer to that would be... Cyttorak, also being a God of Chaos, might be one of Discord's many multidimensional... half selves, who are all in agreement not to futz around with eachother's work. I dunno. That's assuming a post season 3 fanfiction. Also, in the picture provided is my response to the Elements of Harmony. A chapter three would consist of a certain... je ne sais quoi. Seriously. I don't know what. My only real thought is him learning friendship KeepCalmFlutterOn style, thus greatly reducing his power. The real moral behind this story would be at its climax, where much like the World War Hulk story, him being nice is a hindrance and he needs to be that avatar of destruction to quell some greater force. Maybe an Ursa Major. The real Ursa Skyscraper high Major. Or King Sombra. Or a portion of Sombra's corruption left over from his horn. That one. You know which one I'm talking about. Maybe it infects the now Alicorn Twilight. Let's shutter at the thought. So yeah. Those are my ramblings. Is this a story worth anything? Should I even start it? Help me out here.

The more he thought about it, the more Reveille felt comfortable with simply sleeping on the megatons supporting his backside. It was cool to the touch, had great lumbar and could probably be a conversation piece once it was defused. Then he thought about the word 'defuse' more. This thing was supposed to kill them, wasn't it? He sighed, mostly from not wanting to get up, but there was a part of him that would miss his new sporting chair. With careful application of forehead, he began pushing his bomb to the only place he could imagine robots not finding it: a nasty pit covered in warning signs he passed once or twice. The cliched pebble test yielded, amazingly, no sound. But science says it can't possibly be bottomless. Still, it was the best option for disposal. Celestia forbid this be on a timer or something. One gentlest of bucks later and down it fell into the black chasm never to be heard from again. Until thirty seconds from now. There was indeed an explosion, though muffled, and a noxious cloud of smoke belched upward from the pit. Otherwise, no damage to the surrounding area. "[colour=#0000ff]I meant to do that.[/colour]" Liar. His last loose end was his weapon, which he admitted looked like garbage compared to the stuff bought from whatever psycho-retailer the rest of his team shopped at. Still, it served him well and he was glad to have it. Might as well give it some maintenance during however long this downtime lasts. He slung it over his shoulder and trotted back to camp, but not before passing... what was her name again? "[colour=#0000ff]Belle Plain, was it?[/colour]" He tipped his hat to the lady. "[colour=#0000ff]My name is Reveille. Trumpeter by trade. Soldier wasn't my first choice. But I think that can be said for the lot of us. How about you?[/colour]"

I am so happy right now.