Kirby Krackle

*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.

I *finally* got to play it for a while tonight (last night?) after putting in my desktop's new power supply. It seemed like practically no one knew how to play it on MvM mode... Including myself.

Protip: Do not play sniper unless you are absolutely GODLY with that class.

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.

Norma blushes deeply as she's handed the new beverage. "Yes, my name is Norma Gene. No 'Doctor,' though. I was never interested in going that way." She shudders for a brief moment as she imagines if it were her leading the experiments. "Very pleased to meet you, Forest. I'm having an excellent time in your establishment. I feel the need to apologize for some of the rough-and-tumblers that have been coming in and out."

"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.

Everyone's posts are out of wack! Start at the beginning!

I never really was on your side, Mr. Luthor.

Bombs? Pssh.

Edit: Sorry for the vague post. Here I am with my hands free. We took in some kittens from assorted litters about two days ago. Their health was assured, from what I heard, but we saw otherwise. They were very thin, dehydrated and had bad diarrhea. Tonight, one of them faded. We tried our damnedest to make sure she would actually make it to the only Emergency vet nearby. Corn syrup on the gums, a heating pad and force feeding a mix of water and sugar and chicken broth. We were ten minutes away from the vet before it was time to turn back home. I buried her as soon as I got out of the car. I named her Savra.

GLORIOUS!

Fungus smiled wide and greeted the Boros officer as he reentered. The thought of return customers thrilled him. It meant he was doing something right. Though, upon closer examination, it looked like the lawpony was having a far worse night than he. Might as well indulge his requests to get that smile back, regardless of how insane those requests may be. After all, he knew that "strongest in the house" meant absolutely nothing in a barrel but four bottles labeled "Never Use. Ever. This means you, boy!" by his father. They were a special order, never paid for by some upper class Rakdos (There is such a thing, amazingly enough) and contains a proof he doesn't even want to imagine. He was pretty sure it tasted like distilled war crimes and foal's tears and could properly set this entire neighborhood on fire.

He poured a single shot of the deceptively clear liquid, as per order. May Razia watch over him.

"It's a shame about that preacher, Forest. He have any family?", he finally answered his friend, whose attention was shifted onto the little blue mare. Why would he be so glum about giving somepony a promotion? Who knows. It's not his place to ask.

*bow*

You know what I like? How you guys are using some of the actual cards. It adds flavor and saves time on writing. Good show, folks!

Pro-tip #7: Security. Forest Touch didn't need to tell him about this little nugget of common sense. Ravnica is a dangerous city to live in, with the Undercity being even worse. To open any kind of anything anywhere close to down there is asking for trouble. To serve alcohol? Madness. Fungus Amongus did first ask his extended family to help with matters, which included being a bouncer, but they were no help. Deadbeats. But Fungus was of the Golgari and mighty proud to say it. If he needed the help, he would make the help.

Being an Earth Pony, he didn't have the proper equipment to do any real magic: namely a Unicorn's horn. But there is a small catalog of spells available to him with the right potion and the right set of runes. One of them is the spell all Golgari kids know before they grow up: Vigor Mortis. In short, it raises and strengthens the dead. On a complex creature like a pony, the spell in his hooves would take some time to set in before any zombie pony is made. On a creature simple in nature, especially one he's familiar with, say... a Thallid, he could have that corpse walking around in no time at all. If push came to shove in this bar, he would make a monster to protect it. Briefly he considered doing so, while overhearing stories about cutting dragons in half and seeing a knife being pulled. Thankfully these were both false alarms. No need to ruin this night with an arrest.

On a happier note: his guests were enjoying themselves! Glorious! So why not give them yet another little treat? One by one he blew out the candles illuminating the place, leaving only a few lanterns by the bar and the one candle each table burning. This would darken the room just enough for...

"Panellus Stipticus, commonly known as the Bitter Oyster. And Omphalotus Nidiformis, the Ghost Fungus. I've grown these spores into the wood of the building itself. If you see one blooming, please don't eat it! Just enjoy the light show", he announced as the natural bio-illumination of his breeds gave his bar a beautiful glow-in-the-dark green.

With a wink, he found Forest in the crowd and give him his nasty concoction. Hey, it's what he ordered, and did tell him that "The first one is free."