Chonico

Okay, so here's the why of this... My co-workers are, well, your typical male guy. For the past week, they have been deathly confused as to why I am a Brony. How this came about? Simple, I've been wearing Applejack on my keychain and have refused no one, customer or co-worker, a straight answer as to why I have her. They ask, I answer. They become confused, I explain, their brains go into a gridlock. Last week, after 3 months of them giving me odd looks, one of them finally worked up the courage to ask. My boss looked oddly mortified to find out that I have been a Brony since March of last year, seeing as I have been working for him for almost two years now. He, above everypony else, is trying his hardest to figure out why I'm a Brony. I actually find it kind of endearing. The thing is though, no matter how much I have suggested they watch an episode and find out for themselves, they immediately shoot it down under the assumption that "men don't watch this" which in turn restarts the vicious cycle of questions as to WHY I am a Brony. I am assuming that this stems from typical gender roles and ideals about typical male behavior being too far ingrained into their psyche to allow such as thing as, well, us to exist. Its the only logical explanation I could find to their constant queries. Plus, I am getting tired of repeating myself if they are not open to the idea of exploring the answer for themselves. So I aim to fix this. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm having a blast going Trollestia on them now that they know where the terms are coming from. So much freedom. But, I'm starting to think that their inability to "shame" me for being a Brony, yet alone find an acceptable explanation as to why, has begun to render them innate as typical "male" guys. If males cannot "shame" each other by effemination, and as such belittling that individual's role as "male", they themselves fall victim to that effect. This can lead to passive aggressiveness between the individuals. I do not want that, and as such have propositioned them with a challenge. It involves a 12 pack of their favorite beer if they succeed. I never bet unless I know its a certain win. And their Achilles heel? I know them. As such, I have bet them that, if they can watch one entire episode, ONE, without laughing once... I will buy them a 12 pack of beer. Now for the "WHAT" I am trying to get out of this poll... I am simply looking for the funniest episode. The conditions for this are not so simple though. What I need is an episode that is funny but it must meet 3 conditions... 1) It cannot be too overly cute. 2) It must stand by itself. i.e. It cannot rely too heavily on already established character developmental plots. 3) No songs, not yet. I have given them the option to skip the intro because I know they won't bear it. I didn't the first time. Now, you might be saying, "Well, that just takes everything away that makes MLP so awesome!" Trust me, I know this and I regret it. But what I'm trying to do hear is appeal to their main weakness as per my observations. Humor. I have to do this in baby steps so as to not send their systems into shock. Kind of like introducing a new species into a new ecosystem. Now, the first candidate for this bet, as luck would have it, used to "secretly" watch Powerpuff Girls. I learned this from his wife. She likes to gossip. Her and Rarity would probably get along swimmingly. Point is, he's the easiest target out of all my co-workers. If I can get one to understand, and maybe convert, then the rest should be easy pickings. So, what do you say fellow Bronies? Care to help me avoid having to buy a 12 pack of beer? Oh, and maybe help me convert my entire workplace, one individual at a time? TL:DR I'm trying to figure out which episode is the funniest so that I can convert my workplace and they can finally stop asking me why I'm a Brony. Seriously, I can't make my answers any simpler and the gears in their heads still seize up like a badly maintained county carnival ride.

“Well I sure hope so. It’s always nice to see myself here too. Although I suppose that if I weren’t here I’d be somewhere else. Maybe over there…” Klondike retreated momentarily into his thoughts as he tried to answer the self-imposed semi-philosophical question brought on by Inky’s reply that was worded like a question. He had yet to let go of her hoof as he continued to shake it absentmindedly and his right ear resumed its twitching towards Inky. “Oh! Right, right!” He suddenly snapped back to reality. “Well, it’s nice to see you here too Miss Inky, no matter where I see myself. Although, I thought you might have return to your farm by now. Did you decide to stick around Ponyville for a while longer?” He gave her a goofy smile as he still continued to shake her hoof. “Still, can’t believe I walked right by you OW!” His twitching right ear suddenly lost its patience, seeing as Klondike was undoubtedly oblivious to the fact she had beef following him, and twitched so hard it slapped Klondike on the forehead. “That must have been one huge bug…” He finally stopped shaking hooves with Inky as he brought one up to rub his forehead and his right ear resumed its twitching towards Inky. If it had eyes, the ear would definitely be staring at her. Suddenly without warning, his stomach let out a loud rumble and Klondike looked at himself before looking back at Inky with a slight bashful smile. “Guess all the winter cleaning got me hungry. Say, you want to join me for a hay smoothie? Least I could do for walking right by you and ignoring you like th-OW!” His right ear twitched again and slapped his forehead harder. “Wow, that bug really has it out for me.” He commented as he continue to rub his forehead again.

Hm, this got me thinking and I have to agree that it wouldn't be easy... but it would be doable. Yes, monsters, lots of them. There are monsters here too. Wild animals that you can run into in your own backyard out here in Arizona. You just have to be careful and be smart about it. You might loose a limb your first month or so in Equestria, but I assure you that you would learn your lesson after that. Yes, this might be an issue for some. But honestly, you could live with it. You'd have to. So no point in complaining about it. Yes, that would be incredibly boring. But, humans have the incredible gift of creativity. We'd find ways to entertain ourselves. I mean, come on, you're in a whole new culture. I'd love to learn everything I could about it and that would mean I'd have to learn how to read and write in Equestrian (those weird horsie glyphs). That wouldn't happen over night. Plus, I at no point had illusions of it being a free ride. I'd work just like everypony else. No meat.. Okay, yeah, that one might be a little difficult for me. I love me some steak. But I have nothing against eggs, beans, tofu, or such. A change of diet would not be easy and my system may go into shock. But think about it. Plenty of fruits and veggies to eat. Of course, if I went to Equestria and got turned into a pony, that would render all these points mute. Well, maybe. I may still hunger for flesh... Would it be too strange to see a pony stalking a cow like a lion out in the grasslands of Africa?

Well, I just got my second character approved and threw him into the Stable RP on the +18. He's more of a campy character than my Steel Ranger so I'm sure he'd be okay anywhere. And he's traveling so he's not really bound to any specific place.

“I hate to say it Greenie, but I think our bees have become lazy.” A few miles outside of the ruins of Canterlot, there stood a decrepit cottage surrounded by what remained of a once yellow picket fence. It had been standing in that same spot since well before the balefire bombs fell. And, oddly enough, unlike other structures one would regularly come by in the Equestrian Wasteland, this cottage showed little signs of weathering and damage. Some ponies would even say it looked fixed and maintained. “What do you mean lazy how? Just look at those jars, they’re half full… or half empty depending on how you want to discuss it.” Aside from the lack of “world ending” damage and decay, many other odd things could be observed in the fenced in area surrounding the cottage. For one, the area was impeccably clean of trash or such to the point that even weeds seemed to be lacking. On one end of the yard, over a dozen boxes were laid out in a grid, neatly kept and clean with what could be considered a couple of decades old “fresh” coat of paint. Near the cottage, the remnants of old flowerbeds still had plants growing in them, sickly and barely clinging to life as they may have been. All in all, the place was oddly well kept, and the music coming from a radio did little to improve the eerie sight. In fact, the only things in the yard that could even be considered trash were about 4 dozens of empty glass jars sitting atop a picnic table. “On vacation?! I don’t remember saying it was vacation time. It’s not even summer yet. At least, I don't think it is. Its hard to tell with it being the end of the world and all that.” Aside from the empty glass jars and clean yard, there was also another odd sight. A corpse wearing bicker goggles. “Well, I suppose they earned a small vacation after last month’s production. They did an excellent job.” Or, at least a pony that looked like a corpse. “You know what Greenie? You and I should take a vacation too. Luna knows we’ve been working hard enough for it.” Who was currently talking to a round, white object held in his forehooves. Honeycomb, owner and operator of Honeycomb’s Honey Providers for the past two centuries along with his assistant Green Tea, was currently sitting on his haunches with his back turned in deep discussion with a white pony skull. His business had not turned a profit in over two centuries. Admittedly, it was kind of hard to make honey when all the bees were dead. But that did little to damper the ghoul’s spirits and desires to keep his business afloat. “But, where to Green Tea?” At that point, the music coming from the radio died down as the song came to an end and a voice took over. Honeycomb immediately turned his head to look at the radio as he recognized the voice. It was his favorite DJ. “Good morning Equestria! DJ Pon-3 here with the latest news at the top of the hour. We've got word that the Filly's Dream Trading Post is out looking for Ponies who have the knicker and the guts to dive into the unknown! I don't know what that means but if you're into hacking terminals, picking locks and not afraid to get into a fight or two, then let the mare at Filly's Dream Trading Post know that you're interested! I hear the pay is good and there are a lot of benefits too! So what are you waiting for? Get your flank over to Filly's Dream Trading Post right here at Tenpony Tower, for more information on how to get on this deal of a lifetime! That's it for the news for this hour, and now onto our Sweetie Belle music marathon. This has been DJ Pon 3, bringing you the truth, no matter how bad it hurts.” As the music resumed, Honeycomb was smiling from ear to ear. His favorite DJ always had the best ideas. “Manehattan! We could definitely go there on vacation Green Tea!” He exclaimed cheerfully as he set the pony skull down and stood up with a slight hop in his step. “Just imagine it, we can visit the museums, ride the Celestia and Luna lines. I know how much you like those new monorails. OH! And I could go find a souvenir for Honey Jar! She... she loved souvenirs...” *Bang bang bang bang* One of the jars on the picnic table suddenly exploded as something impacted Honeycomb on the side and forced him to stagger a bit. Bewildered, he looked at the spot where he was hit and noticed a small stream of pink smoke coming from it. He looked at the source of the shots and immediately noticed 5 raiders running in his direction, screaming and hollering. “Oh, not again Green Tea, it’s those raiders from last week.” He looked down at the white pony skull as he spoke in a calm tone but wore a worried expression. “This wasteland is already hard enough to live in… Do you think they want to apologize for what they did last week?” *bang bang bang bang* Several impacts, close to a dozen, suddenly found the ghoul on his side as he lay on the floor. Several streams of pink smoke were suddenly pouring from the impact sites as an eerie pink glow began to slowly intensify from behind his biker goggles. “Hide Green Tea… I don’t think… they want… to… apolo-” As the first raider jumped over the fence and into the yard, he was greeted by the most horrifying scream he’d ever heard in his life, which he soon found to be rather short as more gunfire began to echo through the small area surrounding the cottage. In turn, each source of that gunfire was slowly silenced, and an eerie calm rained over the area again.

The commotion up front did little to distract Klondike from his thoughts. Currently, he was staring off into the orchard, or somewhere in that general direction. His thoughts had somehow found their way from potential methods to fixing farm equipment, to apples, and eventually to the memories of the Running of the Leaves event a while back. Oddly enough though, at the memories of the race, his right ear began to twitch in the direction of the sea foam pony standing behind him with the hat and trench coat. The twitching eventually manage to gyrate his head and eyes away from the orchard and instead Klondike found himself looking at the pony incognito. He blinked a few times as if clearing away some of the lingering thoughts. "Say..." He dropped his head down to try and get a look underneath the hat and even began to swivel his head to the sides a bit trying to get a better look. "Excuse me, but you look awfully familiar from somewhere... Have we met? Sorry, I don't usually forget a face, or for that matter, I don't usually realize I forgot a face. Actually, how would a pony know they forgot something if they forgot it in the first place? Or for that matter..." Klondike paused for a minute or two as he allowed his current thought process to play out in his head while continuously facing the pony with the trench coat. Eventually though, he seemed to reach full circle and came back to the question at hoof. "Well, I doubt pears would sell as good but that is aside the point... Hi! Sorry, name's Klondike and you look awfully familiar." He commented again as he smiled at the pony with the trench coat.

My man card... ... ... ... But in all seriousness, I don't believe I had to give anything up to become a Brony. It wasn't like I was three hole punches away on my man card from getting a new Mustang and a fighter jet... Nah, I was maybe about 20 hole punches away from those prizes.

As Klondike made his way towards Sweet Apple Acres, he couldn't help but be a bit excited. He had just set up a new forge at his shop and in the spirit of trying out, and because he loved to repair things, he was having a special on fixing tools and the such. And what better place to offer such a deal than at Sweet Apple Acres. Surely farmers like Applejack and her brother Big Machintosh went through tools like crazy. However, as he reached the entrance to the farm, he was rather confused at the sight. There were a few ponies gathered around in a line and at the end of that line was Applejack. "Hmm, Miss Applejack must be busy today..." He stood there for a minute as his ear twitched towards the sign above but he completely ignored it. "Well, these ponies must have something to ask her too, no sense cutting in line." Klondike got in line, his right ear a none stop twitching fest as it tried to pull his attention to what was taking place at the front of the line. As he stood there though, he noticed a pony walking away with a bushel of apples. "Hmm, well, might as well buy a bushel while I'm here... Could use some apples at the repair shop. Everypony loves cookies but I guess putting some apples out for the customers would be a welcomed and I could..." Klondike trailed off into his thoughts as he usually did to Celestia knows where, oblivious to the what was actually going on at the end of the line.

Roleplay Type: Crossover RP – Fallout Equestria. Name: Honeycomb Sex: Male Age: Canterlot Ghoul – Undetermined Species: Earth Pony Eye Color: Pink Coat Color: A yellow almost honey color. Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Missing most of his mane and tail with the exception of a few straggly hairs. Physique: Being a ghoul, well, he looks rather dead. Where looks fail him though, he is gifted with the kind of strength only ghouls seem to posses. Cutie Mark: Honeycomb was, before the bombs fell, a bee keeper. His cutie mark was a bee flying over a jar of honey. Now, all that remains of that is few patches of hide showing a bit of it. Origin/Residence: Honeycomb was on his way to deliver some honey to a shop in Canterlot when the balefire bombs fell. As the alarms went off and the shield holding back the pink cloud failed and released the cloud on everypony, Honeycomb ran as fast as he could but like everypony else, he couldn’t escape his fate. Waking up as a Canterlot ghoul and finding out everypony he knew was dead was, to say the least, a huge shock. He now lives on what remains of his old cottage just outside of Canterlot. Occupation: No longer burdened with the need for food or such, Honeycomb really doesn’t have an occupation per say. He stays at what’s left of his cottage attending to empty beehive boxes, the bees long since having died off. He does it mostly out of habit and the need to keep some form of sanity per say. It is rather questionable just how sane he really is. Motivation: He has seen what happens when a ghoul turns feral and as such, he tries to keep his mind occupied. Not only for fear of losing himself, but also to keep a promise he made to a special somepony right before the bombs fell. Likes: Keeping busy, talking to Green Tea, running. Dislikes: Ponies that try and lynch him for being a “zombie”, rain (makes him feel soggy), and guns. S.P.E.C.I.A.L: Strength – 7 Perception - 6 Endurance – 10 Charisma - 4 Intelligence - 5 Agility - 7 Luck - 1 Skills: Firearms – 30% Stealth - 80% Explosives - 15% Lockpicking - 95% Repair - 30% Speech - 80% Barter - 70% Science - 45% Medicine - 10% Unarmed - 100% Melee - 100% Perks (Individual): Canterlot Ghoul – Exposure to the pink cloud should have killed you. Instead, you survived while everypony else died. Immortal, nothing short of gruesome dismemberment or a beheading can kill you. Ghoulish Regeneration – Every minute, regenerate 10% of total health. Exposure to magic radiation increases this to 20% every minute. Frenzied Ghoul –When health drops below 15% you go into a frenzy until you regain 80% of total health. Gain +30 DT, max out Agility, and dish out +30% damage at the cost of intelligence dropping to 0 and health regeneration slowing down to 5% every minute.WARNING - Cannot tell difference between friend and foe. Rad Foal – Magic radiation is your friend but keep away from your actual friends. Radiation poisoning over 200 grants +2 to Strength and Agility, but leak radiation into environment at a rate of 10 rads per minute until completely purged. Piercing Strike – All your unarmed and melee attacks negate 15 points of DT. Slayer – The speed of all your melee and unarmed attacks is increased by 30%. Perks (Party): Just my luck! – Your luck is so horrible, everypony in your group gains +3 to Luck and a +15% chance for criticals. Also, +10% to finding weapons and ammo in locked storage containers granted YOU don’t lockpick them. Inventory: - Old pony skull, A.K.A Green Tea. - Biker goggles (to hide his pink eyes and blend in as just another ghoul). - Saddlebag – mainly empty with the exception of a few books. Character Summary: Honeycomb was nopony important during the time before the bombs fell. While everypony else was busy trying to fight the zebras and worrying about the war and what not, Honeycomb chose to continue living his simply life outside of Canterlot doing what he loved to do. Taking care of his bees and selling the honey they made. He had an assistant named Green Tea, who was a constant source of level headed advise, and together they worked from sun up to sun down everyday making sure the bees had everything they needed. Both believed that if they didn’t involve themselves in the war, the war would leave them alone. Both were wrong. When the balefire bombs fell, Honeycomb was making a deliver to the shop of his long time friend Honey Jar. She had been his childhood friend, and eventually his special somepony. Through the chaos of the attack and the failing of the shields, they were both separated by the mob of ponies trying to escape. The last thing he heard her say was for him to survive so that they could find each other. He had every intention to do that, just, not the way it turned out. Waking up as a Canterlot Ghoul nearly drove him insane, but the memory of Honey Jar and the last words she told him, kept him from the brink. He would survive, and no matter how long it took, he’d find her again. He has since been living at the cottage he once owned, along with Green Tea who, even in death, still gives him the best advice when he most direly needs it. Over the years, he has learned how to fight off many a raider and idiotic pony believing him to be a brain eating zombie, only using what is available to him or his bare hooves. He has a deep dislike of guns.

"U..uhhhh....." Klondike was a little confused to say the least. It was not often, or at least for him anyways, to find himself faced with such an odd sight. As if on cue though, his right ear recovered some of its vigor and rose from the dead to swivel and aim itself to the area in front of him, giving off two slight twitches. “Interesting, I don’t recall a dark gray object being behind me.” So close was Inky’s hoof to his face, that it obscured most of his vision and made him cross eyed as he tried to focus on the object. He couldn’t make out what it was as he slightly moved his head this way and that. “Hmm, maybe this is the first sign that I’m going blind…” Klondike blinked a few times to see if the object cleared from his view but it still remained there. And, as he tried to look at it and examine it, he moved his head a bit and bumped his nose on it. It was solid, so… “Oh good, not going blind. Kind of hard to fix things when I can’t see’em.” He raised a hoof to try and grasp it and as he did, he brought it down to look at it without going cross eyed. Holding it one hoof, he began to poke it with the other this way and that. It was definitely solid, slightly warm, and covered with a gray coat. And, while still holding it in his hooves, he kept looking at it and eventually followed it up to the pony attached to it. “Yep, definitely a hoof and its attached to a pony…” Klondike kept holding the hoof as he looked at the pony on the other end of it. She looked familiar. He’d seen her before and his right ear seemed to twitch as if in agreement with the current path of his thoughts. As he looked at her closer, narrowing his eyes a bit, he immediately smiled and began to shake her hoof vigorously. “Hello Ms. Inky, didn’t expect to run into you here… And right behind me too!” Klondike seemed to be somewhat clueless to the implications of his comment, or for that matter, completely oblivious as to why she was behind him. None the less, he continued to smile at Inky and shake her hoof.

Interestingly enough, I went to target yesterday to see if they had that Shinning Armor and Cadence set. But I couldn't find anything MLP related. I looked and looked and even asked. The guy didn't know, so I kept looking for somepony else but no luck. It was like the whole MLP section vanished into thin air. On that note, which store carries Trixie and Lyra? Walmart was it?

Klondike kept on walking, an expression of being deep in thought plastered across his features. Whatever those thoughts were though, it was obvious that these thoughts had him going around in circles… literally. He had just finished his third walk-around the same building. “Maybe just some hay would hit the spot… but that would seem strange. A hay sandwich with hay fries and a hay smoothie… No, too much hay.” He paused for a second as he was about to start his now fifth walk-around, and brought up a hoof to scratch at his twitching right ear. It had been relentless and it had finally gotten to the point that it actually registered with him. Admittedly though, the ear had lost some of its vigor, but it was still noticeable. And so were the ponies looking at him. There were two or four ponies gathered around looking at him oddly. For how long though, Klondike could only guess. It was seldom that he caught off guard like that, buried in his own thoughts. Well, it didn’t happen as often as it did before… Well, it mostly happened when he was inside his repair shop working. Or at least that’s what he liked to think. With a sheepish grin and a wave of his hoof, Klondike simply excused himself from the area and began trotting towards his destination as if nothing had happened. His ear though refused to accept this “lack” of events and still continued to twitch furiously at something behind him. Finally, after walking a past a few buildings from where he almost wore a hole into the ground by walking in circles, Klondike’s right ear went limp and just lay flat on his head. Oddly enough, Klondike chose this exact moment to turn around and look behind him.

I don't understand the whole thing about wearing your pants past your bum. Is that even comfortable? Every time I see that I can't help but think they never learned how to buckle a belt or how to buy clothes that fit. Dunno, maybe I'm just old 1) I held off on buying music CDs up until maybe 5 years after they became mainstream because I thought they would never catch on... I know, silly, right? 2) I love oranges and apples... covered in chocolate syrup... with salt and lemon. Yeah... not entirely sure how this came about but I think it was one of those times I forgot to get groceries and all I had, well, was oranges, apples, chocolate syrup, lemons, and salt. At least I didn't hit my condiment pantry. It may not have turned out well. 3) I have no musical ability what so ever. CATS throw shoes at ME when I sing. What is your favorite kind of hat?

My Poniversity was March 14. It has been over one whole year since I sat down with the intention of watching one episode and ended up watching all 18 or so that were out at the time. Yup, we definitely need to celebrate things like this. Would be rather fun and it'll give me an excuse to go ask for a pony themed cake

Klondike had been working on removing the burnt out pieces wood from the top floor for a while now. Every piece he removed, he simply slid across the floor towards the ledge and down onto the pile that had built up on the spot he had warned about earlier. He wasn’t really paying attention to that though, his hooves seeming to know what they were doing as his mind was somewhere else. His own focus had shifted from that task to small creaking noises coming from the ceiling. While his hooves moved, his head was tilted back and looking at the ceiling with his ears aimed at it, his right ear twitching every now and then. "WHOA!" Klondike’s right ear suddenly gave a forceful yank towards the noise and dragged his head with it. His focus quickly reset on the world around him as he trotted over to the ledge and looked down to see Applejack standing next to the pile. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Something was off about her... Within a minute, he disappeared from the ledge and quickly trotted towards the stairs, down the stairs, and up to Applejack. He simply smiled his goofy smile as he sat down in front of her. “You know Miss Applejack…” He talked to her in his regular cheerful voice to get her attention. “I think I made a mistaken with my assessment about the barn.” He reached over and bit the brim of her Stetson hat and removed it off of her head and set it aside. “We might have to stabilize the roof sooner than I thought. Thing might come down on us at any moment.” Oddly enough, his voice was still rather cheerful even though he just said everypony might be squashed by a falling roof. “Thing about your barn though, it is very well built. Any other case, I would have suggested we tear the whole thing down and build a new one.” He looked away from her and up at the ceiling and around the barn. “But whoever built in and repaired it before put a lot of effort into it.” He looked away from the barn and down at his own hooves as he brought one up to tap on his chin. “Yes, definitely pride and care in their work.” Klondike quickly removed his own hardhat and placed it on Applejack’s head. Underneath his hardhat though, was a small roll of duct tape and he quickly tilted his head and let the roll fall to the ground in front of him. “Now… Mr. Big Mac and Mr. Mojo, can you go out and bring in the two tall, heavy 12 X 12 inch beams please. We are going to secure the roof before it collapses on use.” He looked over at them before looking back at Applejack. “And, because I want us to be safe and not get hit on the head as you almost were, I’m going to secure the hardhat on your head Miss Applejack…” *Shrrrrrrriiip* He took the roll in one hoof, and with the other he pulled a strip from it by biting it off. The strip though quickly stuck to his hoof and he began to waggle it around trying to get it off. Instead, that only made it wrap around his hoof. “Hmm…” He looked at his hoof with the duct tape wrapped around it. “Am I supposed to pull with the grain of my coat or against it to avoid tearing a patch of my coat off?” Klondike stared at his hoof and then at Applejack, using his other hoof to tap his chin. *Shrrrrrrrriiiipppp* He tore another piece from the roll of duct tape. “Guess we both get to find out later, right Miss Applejack? Oh, and don't worry, you can wear your other hat on top if you want.” ((OOC - Oh Klondike... This should prove interesting XD ))

Yes, I'd go in a heartbeat even if it was a one way ticket. I'd want to be an earth pony when I arrive there mainly because I love the challenge of physical work. A pegasus would be okay too, but I'd have to get rid of my fear of heights firs. Now, as for my reasons as to why, well... I find this rather interesting. Oddly enough, this has been a constant topic that my brother and I discuss. Not in the sense of going to Equestria, he's not a Brony, but the whole topic of leaving everything you know behind. We usually discuss it in the scenario of a one way ticket to colonize a different world or in the sense of immortality. My answer has always been that I am way too curious to simply say no. I would leap at the opportunity to not only explore unknown terrains, but to simply learn everything that I could. All the stuff I would see and experience are enough to ease my mind about leaving behind what I know and those I care for. Sure, I'd miss my family, but I'd be carrying with me the lessons that they taught me.

Well, in the game that's all you hear while walking around. Gunfire and explosions off in the distance. Now we know why... There's a socially challenged Paladin off blowing up raiders

Hmm, kind of hard to say honestly. I voted for 6 though mainly because I feel like that every time I leave work. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job. But some days are just... wow. On those days, I get home, grab a soda (or a beer depending on the day), and I sit down and watch me some MLP. Feel sooo much less stressed and just overall cheerful and happy after that. I don't get as stressed as I used to before too. So yeah, a 6 for me.

Ponyville’s Winter Wrap Up had been a success thanks to the organization and collaboration of everypony involved. Sure, there had been some setbacks and a few things didn’t go as planned. But the whole event had been carried out to the best of everypony’s ability. What more could be asked for? “A sandwich would be nice… Hmm, maybe some hay fries too.” Klondike had done his part to help out with cleaning winter and making room for spring, even though the prior night he had not slept due to trying to finish a repair order. Pushing a plow had not been easy either, especially one that had been attached to a cart for carrying the snow away. It had worked though. Him and his assigned co-worker, Inky, had done an excellent job of finishing up their task. “Yes, definitely a daisy sandwich, hay fries, and a hay smoothie…” Well, even if he was tired, sleep could wait. Or, so the rumbling in his stomach commanded him as such. Klondike simply kept walking further into Ponyville, stopping every now and then to look to his left, and then to his right. His right ear had been twitching for a while now, almost none stop. That usually meant something, although the what or why of his twitching right ear always seemed beyond his grasp. It seemed to always happen though when his focus was too caught up on something else. But this time, it was different. This time he felt something odd along with the tugged twitching of his ear. He felt like somepony was watching him, staring at him. Not the usual confused or irritated stares he felt from his customers, which usually took a while for him to notice anyways, but it was more of a feeling of just plain being observed. It hadn’t let up since he left Sweet Apple Acres. Klondike stopped again and looked left and right. A triumphant smile suddenly adorned his face as his eyes finally set on the culprit and stared back at it. A blue bird was sitting on bush, returning Klondike’s stare. Klondike’s right ear suddenly went limp and fell to the side of his head, while his left remained aimed at the bird. It only lasted a second though, and his right ear immediately swiveled and began twitching again in the opposite direction, away from the bird. The bird’s stare was as intense as Klondike’s own. Well, as intense as it could get for a bird anyway. A minute passed rather quickly though, and the bird lost interest and flew away. Klondike continued walking towards his destination, his right ear still twitching furiously.

Applebuck Season was what sealed it for me to continue watching the show. Now here I am over a year later and I'm still enjoying the heck out it

I don't see why not. At least from my perspective.

Ponyville’s Winter Wrap Up had been a success thanks to the organization and collaboration of everypony involved. Sure, there had been some setbacks and a few things didn’t go as planned. But the whole event had been carried out to the best of everypony’s ability. What more could be asked for? “A sandwich would be nice… Hmm, maybe some hay fries too.” Klondike had done his part to help out with cleaning winter and making room for spring, even though the prior night he had not slept due to trying to finish a repair order. Pushing a plow had not been easy either, especially one that had been attached to a cart for carrying the snow away. It had worked though. Him and his assigned co-worker, Inky, had done an excellent job of finishing up their task. “Yes, definitely a daisy sandwich, hay fries, and a hay smoothie…” Well, even if he was tired, sleep could wait. Or, so the rumbling in his stomach commanded him as such. Klondike simply kept walking further into Ponyville, stopping every now and then to look to his left, and then to his right. His right ear had been twitching for a while now, almost none stop. That usually meant something, although the what or why of his twitching right ear always seemed beyond his grasp. It seemed to always happen though when his focus was too caught up on something else. But this time, it was different. This time he felt something odd along with the tugged twitching of his ear. He felt like somepony was watching him, staring at him. Not the usual confused or irritated stares he felt from his customers, which usually took a while for him to notice anyways, but it was more of a feeling of just plain being observed. It hadn’t let up since he left Sweet Apple Acres. Klondike stopped again and looked left and right. A triumphant smile suddenly adorned his face as his eyes finally set on the culprit and stared back at it. A blue bird was sitting on bush, returning Klondike’s stare. Klondike’s right ear suddenly went limp and fell to the side of his head, while his left remained aimed at the bird. It only lasted a second though, and his right ear immediately swiveled and began twitching again in the opposite direction, away from the bird. The bird’s stare was as intense as Klondike’s own. Well, as intense as it could get for a bird anyway. A minute passed rather quickly though, and the bird lost interest and flew away. Klondike continued walking towards his destination, his right ear still twitching furiously.

I have written out what I hope to be the first of many RPs related to the Fallout Equestria project that Xiee thought up. Its in the 18+ Free Role Play forum. I wrote it with the intention of it being a sort of like side-quest, similar to what you find during random encounters in the game. Anypony is welcomed to join, if and only you are well aware of what the Fallout universe, not just Fallout Equestria, is like. By this I mean that, although there are many good ponies carrying out good deeds for the sake of betterment, certain elements encountered will not be pleasant. With that though, I welcome ya'll to join in. That there is your invite [Fallout Equestria] Walking The Line [iNVITE ONLY] Edit - The first post is long mainly so that I could set up the events leading up to the setting of the RP.

A few miles outside of the Manehattan ruins, a few freshly made smoldering craters, no more than a few feet across, lay nestled in between a few dilapidated buildings, peppered with bullet holes. During brighter times, this area would have been a bright and cheerful neighborhood, but now, it had become an ambush and a death trap set up by raiders. “Um, thank you, again… for what you did back there.” A scraggly looking merchant sat on what once was a street, but was now nothing more than a cracked surface covered in dirt and debris. His goods lay on the floor on display for his unexpected customer. Without him, he would have shared the fate of so many ponies before him that made the mistake of trying to shortcut through this area. Raiders were not known for their kindness or mercy. “I mean, really, thank you… Never expected a Steel Ranger to-“ “How much for these?” The merchant’s comment was cut short as 2 boxes of medium caliber ammo were pushed in his direction. He couldn’t help but look at the Steel Ranger with an appraising stare. Maybe today would be an even luckier day and he’d make a few decent bottlecaps. His eyes slowly traveled to the fresh bullet holes on the Steel Ranger’s Power Armor though. He did risk his life to save him, that’s rare in the Equestrian Wasteland. Perhaps a discount was in order… “Huh? Um… 42 bottlecaps each?” Or not… The Steel Ranger paused for a minute and then pulled the bottlecaps from his own satchel and pushed the proper amount towards the merchant while pulling the ammo boxes towards himself. “But yeah, like I was say-“ “And these?” This time the merchant was interrupted again as the Steel Ranger pointed at a few high caliber bullets. “Those? 10 bottlecaps each?” The Steel Ranger paused longer this time around as the merchant could do nothing but stare at his own reflection in his visor. He pulled the adequate amount of bottlecaps and hoofed them over, effectively purchasing all the ammo the merchant was carrying, among other small provisions. The merchant’s eyes were growing greedy as he shoved the Steel Rangers bottlecaps into his worn out satchel. Before he could say anything else though, the sounds of power armor clad hoofsteps pulled his attention away. “Wait! I have more to-“ “You have nothing else I want.” The merchant paused and quickly pulled out his ace up his sleeve, knowing full well that the Steel Ranger wouldn’t be able to resist. “Not even this magic energy rifle?” The Steel Ranger paused and turned his head to look at the merchant. Sure enough, the merchant was holding out a magic energy rifle in his hooves that seemed to be in fair condition. He turned around and walked back to the merchant. “Yes, I found this little piece of pre-war tech in a burned out building a few miles north. Quite a rare find! And, for a measly 800 bott-“ “I hereby reclaim this weapon in the name of the Steel Rangers and the Ministry of Wartime Technology…” The merchant could only stare in bewilderment as the Steel Ranger took the weapon from him and began to walk away again. “Wha-hey! HEY! You have to pay for that!” The merchant yelled out as he began to shove his wares back into his satchel so that he could give chase. “Then saving your life should be payment enough.” The Steel Ranger wasn’t even looking back at the merchant. “HEY! I have to make a profit off of that!” “And you have by overcharging me for everything I bought!” The Steel Ranger’s voice now had an aggravated ring to it. “HEY!” The merchant huffed in anger and reached with his muzzle into his satchel. He managed to get his mouth on the grip and pulled out a dilapidated high caliber rifle. Steel Rangers weren’t bullet proof, he’d seen it himself. He whirled around to take aim at the Steel Ranger but… The Steel Ranger had disappeared. The merchant whirled around again trying to find his target as frustration began to take hold. “YEAH! YOU BETTER RUN!” He yelled out through the rifle’s grip. “I don’t run…” The merchant quickly turned, only to feel something hard smash across his face and sprawl him on the floor. He quickly opened his eyes and got a small glimpse of a shimmer in front of him that quickly disappeared. “… I flank.” The merchant flayed to get up and reach for his rifle but the sudden sensation of something stepping on his shoulder and painfully pinning him down froze him in place. It felt like his shoulder was going to snap clean off in two pieces. “I have no trouble finishing what the raiders intended to...” The air suddenly became filled by the whirling noise of a motor. The merchant quickly recognized it as the whirling spin of the barrels of the mini-gun attached to the Steel Ranger’s battle saddle. Flashes of the event prior, when the raiders ambushed him, crept into his mind and tears began to fill his eyes. He was desperately trying to look at the figure pinning him, but all he could see was a distortion in the air, like trying to look through the bottom of a glass of water. “BUT!... YOU SAVED MY LIFE!” “…You are all savages to me…” The whirling noise became louder and the merchant could feel the wind generated by the spinning barrels lick his mane. Unrestrained tears began to flow and he screamed out in fear for his life. “NO PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY!” The whirling noise suddenly died out and the sensation of pressure on the merchant’s shoulder disappeared. The merchant though, didn’t move and just kept sobbing and asking for forgiveness. Though, not from the Steel Ranger, but from somepony else, his wife. A few minutes passed by like hours, as the merchant wept on the floor, when a static like crackling sound filled the air. The merchant ventured to lift his head and look at the pony who was going to end his life. The Steel Ranger was standing over him, his visor fixed on him, staring at him. Without a word, he moved over to the merchants dropped satchel and began to take everything out. Pieces of scrap metal, dirty cups and other dishes and old tools tumbled out, a variable plethora of worthless junk. “How much for these?” The merchant could only continue to shake in fear and sob as he tried to figure out the Steel Ranger’s cruel joke. He was probably going to shoot him as soon as he tried to answer. No, he would not play into it, so the merchant just closed his eyes not wanting to see his own end. A sudden rattling sound though caused him to flinch and his eyes sprang open. In front of him lay a small pouch with bottlecaps. It was easily over 800 caps. Just a bit more than the price of the magic energy rifle. The merchant blinked and looked up at the Steel Ranger, only to find him a few paces away. “Go home. Your… family… is waiting for you. Continue taking the shortcut, it is safe.” The merchant didn’t take his eyes off of the Steel Ranger, fear still clearly evident. “H-how do I know you won’t j-just shoot me when I-I turn around? How do I know that more raiders won’t just am-ambush me again up the road?” The Steel Ranger paused and hung his head a bit before lifting it up again. “I just came from the other end of this shortcut. You figure out the rest.” With that, the Steel Ranger disappeared around a corner. And the merchant wasted no time in picking up the bottlecaps and his own satchel before going at full gallop down the rest of the shortcut and the road home. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Steel Ranger ducked into a building, not more than a few blocks from where he had dealt with the merchant. The EFS built into his suit told him that the area was clear of red bars, and therefore hostiles. It would be safe to rest here for a while and allow the repair spell matrix in his suit to finish patching up the bullet holes. The healing spell matrix had already taken care of the actual bullet wounds. “Raiders with armor piercing rounds…” Butter Biscuit commented to himself in a grim tone as a shallow hissing sound erupted from his helmet. Taking a moment to sit down on his haunches, he reached up with his forelegs and removed his helmet. With one deep breath, he allowed the smell of stale old air to fill his nostrils and immediately questioned why he had to remove his helmet at all. The rumbling in his stomach reminded him of why. Taking the time to remove his satchel, he took out the provisions he had purchased from the merchant earlier and lined them up in front of him. Four boxes of Fancy Buck Snackcakes and two bottles of Sparkle Cola lay in front of him. A small smile formed across his muzzle as he reached with his right foreleg to bring one of the snackcakes boxes close to him. *Squish* That smile quickly disappeared as he lifted his foreleg off of the squashed pastry box and brought his leg up towards his face. His prosthetic leg had been acting up thanks to an armor piercing round from one of the raiders. He hadn’t really intended to shoot the merchant, only intimidate him. But, he hadn’t intended to put that much pressure on the merchant’s shoulder either. And he definitely hadn’t intended to squash his snackcake. He paused for a while and looked cautiously at the rest of his Fancy Buck Snackcakes and Sparkle Cola. He really didn’t want to risk it. Yet… “Well, this will make things easier…” Butter Biscuit told nopony in particular as he stood up and pulled the magic energy rifle that he had reclaimed from the merchant pony out of his saddle bag. He placed it in front of himself on the floor and stared at it lost in thought. Minutes passed by like hours before he finally pulled his head up and looked at the ceiling, as if searching for something while his torn right ear struggled to follow its counterpart in aiming ahead where his eyes were set. “Ministry Mare Applejack…” Butter Biscuit whispered to himself as he brought his sight to bear on the magic energy rifle. His parents had taught him that the Ministry Mare had created the Steel Rangers and their weapons to protect ponies. And that this had sadly been forgotten by the Elders. But, that one day, they hoped, the Steel Rangers would remember their true vows and use their reclaimed technology to do just that. To him though, it had always sounded so strange, so blasphemous. But, things had happened, had changed, and now he understood the "why" of his parents' teachings. But… “Please understand why I do this, but…” He raised himself onto his hind legs. “No savage should have these…” He slammed his forelegs down on the magical energy rifle with his full weight, causing the weapon to bend. He lifted up again and slammed down again, repeatedly. Each time the weapon breaking apart more and more until there was nothing but pieces of scrap metal left, and a heaving worn out Steel Ranger hovering over it. “Nopony *huff huff* should have these…” Butter Biscuit allowed himself to plop down on the floor, and slowly began to put the pieces of the destroyed weapon inside his saddle bag. His repair spell matrix would use it to continue repairing his suit. And hopefully, taking a screwdriver into his muzzle, he would be able to repair his own prosthetic leg in time to eat something before he had to move on towards Tenpony Towers.

Finally got my App approved and moved to its proper section. I will have a post up sometime soon. Edit - I may have been a tad bit over excited to get this going and may have written a bit much. Sorry