Chonico

Yeah, this does look pretty good. Hmm, guess I know what I'm watching come December.

Sad to say, but if someone would had told me I was going to end up watching MLP as ravenously as a starved man on a deserted island eats a sandwich, buy both seasons from iTunes, have brush-able ponies on my bookshelf, be dropping lines and quotes from the show while at work or with friends, and actually taking the time to take one of my scales modles and re-color it to fit one of the characters... Well... I'd of laughed in their faces and walked away still laughing. Oddly enough though, I can't help think that given my curious nature, someone telling me that might have also caused me to look into it sooner than I did. I don't think there was anyway to stop this... HAPPY BIRTHDAY EQUESTRIA! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53tt8m6vdY

“Ah yes, porcelain…” He gave the porcelain cups a quick judging glance. “The end result is beautiful and elegant, but, quite a delicate medium to work with. Add too much water, and it will never hold a shape. Add too little, and it becomes too brittle and dries before you even given it a shape… Also, it does not help that it is expensive as well.” Clay let out a little chuckle as he made small talk and gave a toothy grin to the Pegasus with the silver coat. As he did though, his eyes were vibrant with curiosity. He was carefully observing her, curious as to just what kind of pony she was, his thoughts throwing back and forth conclusions and questions. After a few seconds though, he simply smiled at her again and let out a shallow sigh as he looked at his wares and the folded cloak under his hoof. “M’Lady, you strike me as a pony who might appreciate what my old pottery teacher used to say… ‘Every thing you do requires the right amount of gentleness and force in one way or form. Trial and error is the only way to learn.’ I like to think ponies are the same in that respect.” Clay picked up the folded cloak in his hoof and held it in front of him, looking at it as he cocked his head a bit to the side. With a sudden thrust from his wings, he was airborne and began to fly around his cart and his laid out wares as he addressed Silversword, constantly smiling at her. “Take for example this cloak. You mentioned that somepony might have decided to snatch some of my wares while I had my impromptu nap, and yet, as likely as that was, it would appear as equally likely that somepony would show a gesture of kindness. In order for me to mold my wares, I have to be gentle and forceful in adequate amounts, add water and remove it when needed. Ponies are no different in that respect. We are kind and forceful, aggressive and gentle…” Clay suddenly flew over Silversword and with one quick motion of his head, he unfolded the cloak and let go of it as it floated down and draped over her. Within a second, he was hovering in front of her with a goofy grin on his face. “As a humble potter, I do not believe ponies lack virtues, but simply believe they have yet to learn from trial and error… A beautiful pony as you should not be so quick to jump to worst case scenarios. Although, I suppose it comes with the job.” He continued smiling as he lazily floated to the ground next to her and then trotted over to his cart. He quickly began to rummage through it looking for something as he continued talking to her. The whole time though, he had been observing her with his curious gaze and, given her mannerisms and posture, he ventured a guess at her job. “So M’Lady, it is not often Royal Guards, even off duty ones, show an interest in my wares. But then again, it is not often I come to Canterlot to sell them… May I ask the occasion?”

*YAWN* Clay suddenly stirred from his unexpected nap. He wasn’t sure how long he had dozed off, but one groggy and hazed-out look at his wares spread before him, and he knew it hadn’t been long enough to attract ponies to “window” shop at his store. Smacking his lips a few times, he stood and began to stretch as he lunged forward and back, and turned his neck this way and that. Each movement gave way to cracks and pops as his joints and muscles awoke from their restful nap. It had been invigorating and Clay was starting to feel like a new pony. *YAAAAWWWNN* One final yawn and he began to stretch and out his wings, but something felt heavy on them. Looking at his back, he could see that something was draped over him. “A cloak? I don’t believe I was wearing a cloak before my mid-day nap…” He looked around and finally noticed the stoic looking Pegasus sitting next to his goods. He simply tilted his head slightly and gave her a smile. He reached back behind him and, taking a bite of the cloak, he gave it a yank and took it off before fanning it out and laying in down in front of him. He began to fold it neatly, taking care to keep the edges straight. “Evening M’lady! Welcome to my humble store…” He gave a wave of his hoof, pointing at the open space around them, and then brought it down to rest atop the neatly folded cloak in front of him. “Please take a look at my wares and tell me your pleasure.”

Well, I never got past drawing stick-ponies, but I seem to have a flare for writing. I have never tried script-writing, but I can't help think it would be fun. I could try voice acting, but honestly, do you really want a pony sounding like me?!

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Hmm, I wonder... *puts on mad scientist garb* Perhaps sitting and individual in a dark room in front of a giant monitor and making them watch this would speed the Brony-fication process... Yes, I believe I will put this to the test and soon, yes, soon the world will be ruled by pony! Bwahahaha!

Combo Breaker!

Pro: Anything you ever desired (money, art, etc...) is within your reach. All you have to do is take it. Con: Unless you know a great pawnshop or black market dealer, you are essentially stuck with countless amounts of "evidence" to your crimes. Controlling electricity

Hmm, guilty pleasures... guilty pleasures... hmm... Books: Sudoku... What? I read mystery and suspense but I hardly consider them a "guilty pleasure." Now a whole book filled with sudoku puzzles on the other hand... Music: Country, techno, and rock. Can't really say specifics but, if my fingers are keeping the beat, then its good. Movies: Romantic comedies and British "themed" comedies. Gaming: Fallout, it satisfies a previously undiscovered hording impulse is seem to be afflicted with which I now try to apply to every game I play.

Pro: Never ending supply of lead? Con: You are creating a never ending supply of a poisonous metal. You can never tough yourself or anyone else. The ability to stretch like a rubber band.

On the tangent topic of cartoons, I was more of a Spongebob Squarepants kind of guy growing up Actually, had a lady come in to work yesterday. Her daughter wanted a Spongebob DS game and the mother told her no, that Spongebob was evil and sent her to look for something else. I just stared at her confused and she leaned over the counter and told me in a low voice. "That disgusting show promotes gays and disrespect to parents." I continued staring at her trying my best not to say anything, mainly because I probably would had been fired if I told her what I thought at that exact point in time. Instead I just walked away and ignored her. Some people I tells ya... OH... RIGHT! Winning now

Klondike was relieved to see that in was in fact Big Mac that currently lay on his hind leg and not a giant red sofa with a harness. As Big Mac tried to get up for the first time, Klondike tried to get his bearings and figure out just how far down they had fallen. “Good, your okay, don’t think I could have lifted you of me. Umm, don’t remember this part of the barn when we came in… is this a celOH SWEET CELESTIA *OOF*…” Klondike had turned around just in time to see Big Mac’s attempt to stand up for the first time fail and cause him to fall down on him, knocking the wind out of him. Now he was really pinned down by a heavy object. "Ah CAN'T...*grunt* have let mahself git injured!" “That’s… okay…*huff* could have happened to anypo-*OOF*” Klondike’s had the wind knocked out of him again as Big Mac fell on him again. Big Mac’s continued attempts to get back up ended with him having the giant red coated stallion fall back down on him over and over again, each time eliciting a less audible *oof* from Klondike. "Gadangit...HORSEAPPLES! Ah had fields t'plough today, consarn it! An;..there's Applejack too....!" “Don’t worry… *wince*… I don’t think *huff*…either of us will be plowing anything for… a while…Vacation… yay…Sweet Luna, mercy… stop trying to get up.” Klondike’s hooves twitched slightly as he strained to speak up under the weight, and continued assault with said weight, of the giant red coated pony on top of him. "Ah...*groan* Ah'm gonna holler for AJ...if ya'all could lend a hoof... I figure if we both holler up at 'em, they'll probably hear us better..." “Great…*huff*… idea…What was… her nam-oh… right, I remember…” Klondike agreed with Big Mac as he took a giant, but strained, deep breath. He couldn’t help think that an actual sofa landing on him would have been more merciful in the long run. "APPLEJAAAAAAAACK!" “FLAPLEJAAAAAAACK!” He was tired and had been Big Mac slammed repeatedly. He was lucky he could remember his own name.

The fire inside was putting up a fight against the two ponies that were trying to subdue it. It was a losing fight though in favor of the two ponies. As far as Klondike could judge, while he continued spraying the contents of his fire extinguisher at the dying flames, the fire had consumed most of what had once been a kitchen and had left a huge hole in the wall and roof. But, thanks to the efforts of both Klondike and Big Mac, the spreading had been contained to a bare minimum, effectively starving it from new fuel. A lot of the fire had been pushed back to only mere specks of flames here and there. Klondike had underestimated his makeshift fire extinguisher and still had a little over half left, more than enough to subdue the few flames that still lingered in the kitchen. “HA! I’m no inventor but these worked out great! I give myself too little credit and actually, hmm… maybe I could start selling these at my store or give’em out as a bonus for when I fix-“ Klondike’s train of thought was cut short as his right ear twitched once and caused him to turn around and look out the hole in the wall. *SPLOOOSH* The initial rogue torrent of water from Twilight’s hose shot clear through the hole on the side of the building and threw Klondike off his hooves and into the next room. He came to skidding stop on his back, soaked to the bone once again and his hooves dangling over him as he still held the fire extinguisher in his muzzle and a shocked wide eyed expression across his face. He was laying in a puddle of water on the floor right in front of Big Mac. “Mr. Harnerss!” Klondike managed to mumble through the extinguisher he held in his mouth before letting go of it and allowing it to roll off to the side a few inches. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your barn is definitely on fire…” Klondike paused for a second as he took in the sight of the room he currently lay in. Parts of it were still ablaze. He lifted his neck up to look over his belly and managed to see into the kitchen. The rogue burst of water that had knocked him flat had put out the remainder of the kitchen fire. Also, through the hole in the wall, he could see that it was raining outside now. “Fire in the kitchen is out though. Also… is seems to be raining outside now.” Klondike quickly rolled onto his side and stood back up again and gave himself a little shake to get rid of the water and throw his mane out of his eyes. Quickly spotting a piece of soaked cloth on the floor, probably a drape or such, he picked it up and began to smack it against the burning surfaces. “Mr. Harness, take the last fire extinguisher and let’s end this.” He said with an encouraging smile as he continued to slap his wet cloth at the burning surfaces. "Get down from up there, we need to plug this fire up!" Klondike’s right ear suddenly twitched furiously as the voice from bellow reached it. He paused and shot a questioning glance at Big Mac before realization of what was about to happen sank in. He made a motion towards the stairs just as the creaking and snapping sound of the support being taken out reached him. “…Ah Ponyfeath-“ For a fraction of a second, Klondike could have sworn he was flying as the floor disappeared underneath him. A pillowing cloud of smoke, ash and dust later, Klondike once more found himself laying on his back with three of his hooves dangling over him. Something was pinning one of his hind legs. That aside though, his coat was soaked, dirtied, and synched from the flames, but most importantly, he was uninjured. “Maybe I should have just kept trying to clean that smudge on my window…” Klondike tiredly commented to himself. "Is everypony OK? Hay! Where's Big Macintosh!?" “Klondike checking in… I’m fine.” He managed to raise a hoof into view. If he had thumbs, he’d be giving a thumb up. Klondike suddenly realized something was pinning one of his hind legs and his tail. Taking a look at it, he noticed it had a red coat and a harness. “I found him, I think... He's heavy. Might be a giant sofa minus the quills though...” Klondike called out as he continued to lay on his back, feeling his hind leg go to sleep under the weight of what he assumed was Big Mac. It had been a long day, so he couldn't help but daydream about going back to his shop, closing early, and taking a nice warm bath.

Pro: You are the center of attention at every party, rave, wedding, etc... Con: Every jackpony with a camera is going to be bugging to do something awesome so they can post it on Youtube. Breathing under water.

Come on every brony! Three months of winter coolness...

CG my fellow Fallout fan... CG Although I will admit that if they get a guy to dress-up as a Deathclaw I will no longer continue to post on this forum seeing as I would have died laughing.

Pro: A near perfect 360 degree view of your surroundings, making it perfect for sight seeing. Con: You constantly have hair in your eyes. Immortality

I voted Twilight as the fastest overall mainly because she can teleport

It ain't easy, I'll say that much. Complete sensory overload Took me a while to figure out which one was playing in the back as well. After I was done watching it, I was pretty sure the images were printed across my retinas Just out of curiosity, but, how many of us were past the halfway point and just said "Meh, almost done, I can do'et!" hmm? I know I did

Can you handle all the awesomeness? You may want to avoid this if you are prone to seizures... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a25ERFjygOA

I would have voted for Vinyl-Scratch, but Big Mac digging up the yard combined with him using his fancy mathematics to mutter the issue pushed him ahead for me.

Sweet Celestia, do you like Fallout? If you say yes, you just got 20% cooler in my book

Wow... Didn't see that one coming

Pro: Becoming the perfect fighting machine capable of using stealth, cunning, and raw power. Sweet Celestia I love that game. Con: You may loose your humanity. Super human reflexes (dodging bullets, catching flies by the tip of their wings with chopsticks, etc)