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As Klondike walked by Mojo, his ears suddenly perked up. "Hay big dudes, chill out! I'm feelin' some negative jives here with you two, and that's not cool. All of us are gonna have to work together to get this job done. Mellow out and relax! Think of all the ponies here on the farm that are dependin' on us to fix this barn. Let's not have a bad scene here, dudes, ok?" He couldn’t help but look at the painted pony quizzically and cocked his head to the side a bit as an ear drooped down. Didn’t last long though as a suddenly smile of comprehension formed and he picked up a hammer in his mouth and banged the head against one of his horseshoes. His ears took aim at the hammer as it gave off a low twang. “Nhope, shounds fine chew me!” Apparently he misunderstood jives for vibes. Only to somepony like Klondike would that seem the obvious meaning of Mojo’s comment. Still, ‘A’ for effort. And, content with his analysis of the hammer’s vibrations, he set it on his back and began walking towards his self appointed job of bracing the sides of the barn to prevent further structural weakening. “But you are certainly right Mr. Mojo, we need to work together to get this done proper and on time.” He called out as he rounded one of the barn’s corners and went out so sight. Klondike didn’t waste any time getting started his task, confident that Mojo’s words rang true and everypony would do their part. Soon enough, banging sounds began to echo as he applied board after board to the sides of the barn, his own attention span and awareness of the surrounding world becoming tunneled as he focused on the task at hoof and he began to hum a merry tune. The whole task didn’t take him more than a few minutes, and soon enough he found himself walking into the barn. Mojo was there talking to Applejack, but as far as Klondike’s awareness of his surroundings went, a bear on a unicycle wearing a tutu could have been there and it still wouldn’t have registered. His bandaged up right ear however was aimed at the Apple siblings and Mojo, twitching constantly as it seemed to pick up a conversation that its owner wasn’t ever aware was taking place. Nope, Klondike simply continued walking further inside towards what remained of the stairs while still humming his tune. And, once he reached them, he took a cautious step on them and they wobbled underhoof. They weren’t stable. That wouldn’t do if they had plans to remove the burned out wood from the second floor were most of the damage was located. Well, what remained of the second floor anyways thanks to Applejack’s skill with a rope. Nope, Klondike simply rounded about and trotted out of the barn, still completely oblivious to the existence of anypony else in the barn, and towards the pile of wood delivered for the job. He came back minutes later lugging in a decent amount of planks and tools. Ready for a new task, Klondike couldn’t help but grin to himself and within a heartbeat, he climbed up the dangerously damaged steps and when he reached the top, he did the one thing that probably would only help feed Applejack's concerns... He jumped and landed heavily on the steps and the whole thing came down, with him riding it to the bottom like a pony on a surfboard riding a wave. Once on the ground, unscathed by some miracle of Celestia, he picked up a hammer and a plethora of banging, sawing, and more banging engulfed the inside of the barn. Within 20 minutes, he had built a brand new set of stairs. He eyed his work with a satisfied gleam in his eyes and then trotted up the steps to what remained of the second floor. Once he reached it, he finally seemed to recall there were other ponies around and call out to them. “No pony walk under this area right here.” He appeared off to the side and pointed at a section on the first floor, off to the side a few feet away from where everypony else was standing. “Gonna be dumping some stuff there and don’t want anypony getting hurt.” Well, he sure was setting the example, wasn't he? No sooner did he say that, the he disappeared out of sight and reappeared again with a piece of burned out wood in his muzzle that he let drop onto the area he pointed at. Klondike had already started to remove the burned out wood on top. Hopefully nopony else was falling behind.

I think my arteries clogged up just from looking at this... but I still so want to take a bite out of it.

However this works, count me in. Only 3 days since the season ended and I'm already trying to scratch this pony itch of mine.

Awesome... simply awesome!

Well, since it might be awhile before a mod takes a peek at my app, I was wondering if anypony here was willing to take a look at it and perhaps give me some tips or pointers as to what I might need to change. Preemptive strike and all that.

There we go... Got an app up. http://www.canterlot.com/topic/8078-butter-biscuit/

Roleplay Type: Crossover RP – Fallout Equestria. Name: Butter Biscuit Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye Color: Dull Yellow Coat Color: Orange Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Very light rusted color, short mane and short tail, proper décor for a militaristic setting. Physique: Rarely seen out of his seemingly ordinary Steel Rangers Power Armor, a life of military training and survival in the Equestrian Wasteland has made Butter Biscuit the prime example of military physic. Or so he would like to boast… He has a torn ear and is missing a foreleg, but that has neither made him dull or less of a threat in a firefight. Cutie Mark: Butter Biscuit’s cutie mark is simply, a butter biscuit with butter on top. He gained this when his parents, both Scribes in the order, shared the old family recipe for butter biscuits in an effort to make the military life they led in the Steel Ranger’s bunker more “homely” as it had been done by their forefathers. To this day nopony has asked, or for that matter, wanted to know, where he gets the “butter” for his biscuits from. The Steel Rangers are not known for keeping Brahmin. Origin/Residence: Butter Biscuit is the last surviving member of a long line of Scribes within the Steel Rangers, him being the first to take up the mantle of a Paladin. Their Contingent however, was an offshoot of the Hoofington Contingent stationed in a reclaimed stable a few miles out of Hoofington proper. His Contingent though, family and home, were wiped out by a ruthless enemy that left him for dead. Occupation: Butter Biscuit is a Star Paladin within the Steel Rangers tasked with carrying out first recon missions due in part to the technology researched and implemented into his seemingly ordinary Power Armor. Motivation: Believed to already be dead, Biscuit was left at his post where he fell to bleed out from his injuries after the surprise attack that wiped out his Contingent. As unconsciousness overtook him, he got a glimpse of the attackers as their shadows flew above him. He recognized them as Enclave Pegasi. Now, having recovered from his injuries, he has set out on a personal vendetta of revenge against the Enclave Pegasi responsible for the murder of his Contingent and theft of the research which his family worked so hard on. Likes: Fancy Buck Cakes and Sparkle-Cola, perhaps one of the few times he can be seen smiling. Dislikes: Pegasi in general, but not above dealing with them. S.P.E.C.I.A.L: Strength – 8 (+2) Perception - 5 Endurance – 7(+2) Charisma - 3 Intelligence - 8 Agility - 4 Luck - 5 Skills: Firearms – 100% Stealth - 60% Explosives - 50% Lockpicking - 20% Repair - 100% Speech - 40% Barter - 50% Science - 100% Medicine - 65% Unarmed - 40% Melee - 30% Perks (Individual): Intense Training – Not just anypony becomes a Star Paladin. Strength and Endurance +2. Power Armor Training – Welcome to the Steel Rangers. You can now wear Power Armor. Lost Power Armor Research – It cost you your family, so use it against your enemies. Unique Power Armor integrated with Stealthbuck technology granting 5 minutes of invisibility and +10% to stealth at the cost of -2 DT. Stone Wall – Only crazy ponies charge a pony wearing power armor! +5 DT against Melee and Unarmed attacks and cannot be knocked down during combat. Tough Hide - The brutal experiences of the Equestrian Wasteland have toughened you up. You gain +3 DT for each level of this perk you take. Egghead – Your Parents were Scribes, so why not you too? +2 skill points each time you gain a new experience level. Perks (Party): Hold the Line! – Star Paladins lead by example! +10% damage and +5% DT at the cost of -1 Luck for all group members. Seriously, only with bad luck would you find yourself in a position for this to be useful. Inventory: - T-52e Magical Stealth Power Armor and Helmet. - Battle Saddle fitted with Mini-gun and Grenade Machine-gun. - Saddlebag (contains ammo, journal, data storage device, and an extra supply of scrap metal and magical healing potions… Plenty of room for anything else.) Character Summary: Butter Biscuit was born to a family of Scribes within his Contingent. Raised to be a Scribe like his parents, he chose instead the path of Paladin Hood. He worked his way to the rank of Star Paladin and proved himself many times along the way, much to the dislike of the Senior Scribe in charge of the Contingent. In the eyes of the Senior Scribe, brute force had no place among the ranks of the intellectually inclined and, for the son of a prominent Scribe family to refuse such a gift in exchange for a “Fancy Getup,” was a crime against all intellectual minds. His Contingent was essentially a research division of the Hoofington Contingent authorized by Elder Crunchy Carrots’ predecessor, and tasked with researching advancements in Power Armor technology that had been found buried in the data banks of the, at the time, recently reclaimed Stable 64. Out of this lifelong research and careful implementations of the blueprints found within the stable, came the creation of the T-52a Magical Stealth Power Armor prototype, codenamed Soft Hoof. Throughout the life of the Contingent, many improvements were made to the T-52a, and many other prototypes followed it. Eventually, the T-52d was in the prototype stage around the time Butter Biscuit reached the rank of Senior Paladin and he was “volunteered” to field test by the Senior Scribe in hopes that it would help procure technology buried in the more heavily guarded and more dangerous parts of the Equestrian Wasteland. It cost Butter Biscuit part of his left ear as well as many bullet holes, and the entire squad of Paladins under his command. The Senior Scribe awarded him the rank of Star Paladin for his efforts, and to add insult to injury. Eventually, the T-52e was created and once again Butter Biscuit found himself being the guinea pig for it. The new Soft Hoof suit was more of a compromise between the prolonged ability to stealth and provide protection, instead of a full lack of protection for the sake of prolonged stealth. He never got to try it out. The day of the test, his Contingent came under a surprise attack and, overwhelmed by magical energy weapons, no survivors were left. Except for Butter Biscuit, who, having a foreleg blown off by a Metal Apple was left to bleed out and all research data pertaining to the Soft Hoof project was stolen. A provisions caravan from the Hoofington Contingent arrived in time to find him half dead and did the only thing they could do for a corpse… They threw him into an Auto-Doc and hoped it was enough. The Auto-Doc though saw it fit to attach a fully articulate Power Armor foreleg, and he was soon carried back, unconscious, to the Hoofington Contingent’s base of operations for recuperation and questioning. After months of recuperation and learning to use his new leg, he was tasked with finding the stolen research and he wholeheartedly accepted. With revenge on his mind and a new found seeded hatred for Pegasi, he set out as soon as he was able towards Tenpony Towers, that being the last direction he remembered the Enclave Pegasi heading towards. Butter Biscuit though, conveniently failed to mention that his ordinary looking power armor was the only working prototype of the stolen data and of his family’s life long research. Revenge would be his, and his alone.

I would love to join this!

I hereby post on this thread to challenge Weesh to... Go to bed! (as per your post on the "Why are you still up" thread) Also, on my fourth viewing of the episode and I still can't figure out Vinyl's eye color. I know its a small detail but for some reason its driving me buggy. And, that magical field thingy, isn't Shining Armor's cutie mark purple too?

When Pinkie Pie grabs a raisin cookie by mistake... she bites into a chocolate chip cookie.

I confess that 4 years go, I screamed like a little girl (No offense to anypony) when a small field mouse scurried across my feet while I was in the bathroom. I also confess that the sink did not break when I jumped up on it.

Its almost midnight for me and I just got out of work. My feet hurt, I have a slight headache from dealing with a difficult lady, and I'm tired... And yet, I can't seem to get my eyes to close long enough for sleep to take me. Why is that? Oh... Right... I GOT TWO DAYS OFF FROM WORK IN A ROW! Two days for me to do anything I want at any hour! HAahahahaha

54/97 for a 56% I completely forgot all the historical figures, inanimate objects, fictional, half of the miscellaneous, Celebrities (Fancy Pants and Photo Finish I got)... And Spike... I. Forgot. Spike. The only regular male character and I completely forgot about him... WOW *facehoof* Also, that whole thing about forgetting the historical figures kind of bugs me for some odd reason.

Okay, ever since this episode got announced, I've been hard at work avoiding spoilers from all sources. I have to say, that the effort, was totally worth it! Thoroughly enjoyed the season finale Filly Twilight is just way too cute for my health. But it was worth the sudden case of diabetes just to see who this Princess Cadence was. The Luna cameo was awesome, on both occasions. And who would have guessed Princess Celestia literally watched over her subjects with a telescope. When Twilight came out and called out Cadence as being EVIL, and everypony shunned her. THAT, I won't lie, tugged at my heartstrings. And the whole fight scene, that was epic! I did not see that coming. Applejack being OVER powered by the changelings, preposterous! Fluttershy not wanting to fight was expected but still adorable! Twilight becoming Pinkie's magic SMG made me laugh and so did the party cannon attacks. Only thing is, I wished they would have shown some scenes with Rarity fighting. That would have been awesome. As for the finale, a bit anti-climatic I felt, but it was still lovable and sweet. And the reception, best one I've seen! If I ever tie the knot, I'm getting Pinkie Pie to plan it out The only thought though, DJ-PON3's eyes, were they Red, Magenta, or Purple?

Yes... YES... That's it my puppets! Feel the tug of my strings and carry out your master's plans! BWAHAHAHAHAHA On a less evil note... I got my apple pie and ice-cream and it is OH sooo good

It didn’t take Klondike long to finish setting the wheel in place, but after that small part was done, he began to attach the cart to the back of the plow. He was trying to make sure to attach it properly to the simple plow and that required him to get a bit dirty. Taking a length of rope in his mouth, he unceremoniously fell over on his side and began to kick his hind legs to push himself underneath the plow. Once he finished securing the cart, he began to kick his hind legs again and began to push himself out from underneath the cart on the other side. As his head poked out, he saw Inky attaching the wheel and he began to look at her hoof-work. “Hmm… Nice job Miss Inky!” Klondike suddenly called out from his place on the ground as he took another look at the wheel. “Now we can get this plow plowing and the snow moved.” Again Klondike began to kick his hind legs and pushed himself out from underneath the plow and quickly jumped inside to begin pushing. A slight grunt escaped him as he positioned himself and his hind legs slipped and failed to get footing on the snow. A few more attempts and eventually momentum became his friend and the plow began moving. “Care to grab a shovel and follow me along? Just shovel the snow into the cart as we move forward and we’ll empty it out when it’s full.” Klondike didn’t look at Inky, but his twitching right ear was. “So what is it that you do Miss inky?”

I might be able to go. Not sure. Still looking at expenses and all that fun stuff...

The meaning of life... I have no clue For me it has been the simple answer that the meaning of life is simply to live your life. You give meaning to it by your actions, and not the actions of anypony else. You choose how to live it and in the end, the only one who will be able to honestly say whether it was worth anything or had meaning will be you. So I guess, pretty much, my meaning of life is basically what Starswirl said at the beginning of his paragraphs. You give life it's own meaning. However, I am rather tempted to agree that, yes... the meaning of life is in fact, Twilight's Plot. Or the number 42... Or a hot apple pie with some vanilla ice-cream on the side... And a fudge brownie... Hm, anypony else hungry?

1.Two ponies that you liked to see in writing? I'd have to say Lyra and Bon Bon. Lyra for her comedic potential and Bon Bon just because she's the master of a thousand voices. 2.How many OC's do you have? I have 3 OCs. Klondike the repair pony, Nimbus Claypot the pottery pegasus, and White Spade the Magician Unicorn with a love of gambling. 3.Which is your favorite OC? Klondike, no question. My most developed character by far and its so easy for me to jump into his head. 4.Which Cutie mark do you think you'd have? Good question. I seem to excel at things that involve my hands. I'm a very kinetic individual. I guess my Cutie Mark would be a hand? Or something hand skill related? 5.If you could be any species of pony which would you pick? Earth Pony! I love the challenge of physical labor and I am happy working up a sweat. 6.Your favorite genre of fanfics? I love me a good comedy. 7.Favorite MLP song writer?(Like wooden toaster jackleapp mic the microphone ect.) Eurobrony 8.Favorite song?(Out of anything.) "Proud to be a Brony" and "Country Roads" 9.Favorite Colour. I've always liked dark colors. And I don't mean Goth "oh my soul is so tormented" dark. But colors like sage, navy blue, maroon. I guess I'd have to say Sage is my favorite. 10.If you had to spend your life with one pony who would you pick? APPLEJACK! No question about it whatsoever! 11.Which pony would you pick if you where stranded on a island?(Magic don't count.) I guess Pinkie Pie. I mean, she can break through the 4th wall and teleport without magic. Plus, even if we can't get off the island, I would at least know that my last days would be filled with cake, punch, and party games. 12.Favorite Fanfic. "Fallout Equestria" and "Keeping it Simple" 13.Favorite MALE (not mail) pony? Big Mac... Eeeup! 14.Wierd hobby? I umm... *clears throat*... make jewelry. Not that its weird looking or anything. It just something that seems to fall under that category for hobbies. According to my brother and a few friends. 15.Least Favorite pony? Trixie *ducks under table to avoid airborne fruity projectiles*

Wow, so long since I managed to log onto the server. I plan to return at some point and finish Appleloosa. Its just that some things came up and I'm covering more shifts at work and looking into getting my own place I feel I should mention though, that if anypony has an Xbox 360, Minecraft will be available to download from the arcade beginning May 9. You can actually go to Gamestop, if there is one in your region, and pre-order it if you have one of their card thingies. The download code will be sent to your card account when it hits on May 9th.

Welp, thanks to my years of martial arts, I am pretty good at hand to hand combat... Which in this situation means its completely useless unless I want to provide the zombies with a quick snack... on my fists fury!... Which would still get me infected. What? Never said it was a good plan. My brother and I have thought about this a few times and decided that our best bet would be to gather as much non-perishible foods as we can from the surrounding market and gas station. Steal our neighbors truck (assuming he's been zombified and/or didn't take his truck). Gather weapons such as my bo-staff, bats, machetes, and a long range rifle with a silencer if possible. As for where we would go, we'd go to the university. Since this region of Arizona where I live has too much luvial sand deposits, tall buildings are rare and expensive. The University literally has enough money to throw into decent foundations to support tall buildings. The library, given some zombie cleaning and elbow grease, is rather defendable since there is only one staircase that leads to the upper floors and we can turn off the elevators. Although honestly I doubt zombies will know how to use an elevator, but my brother insisted it was a good idea just in case. Anywho, as for that staircase, I'd sadly have to do something that Twilight would kill me for... and that is throw down a few of the bookcases down the stairs to create a barricade. The library is a four floor building, so with adequate barricading of the first floor, it gives us plenty of space in case survivors reach us, and, since there is a huge open space lawn surrounding most of it, I can spot potential threats and remove them. I ain't no Robin Hood, but I'm a decent enough shot. Also,the library has back up generators and most of its energy comes from solar panels anyways, so we'd have electricity for some radios and TVs if possible to know what's going on. But best of all things about holding up in a library? THE BOOKS! We'd... well, I... would never be bored! Plus, move some book shelfs around, and we can create interior barricades, funnels, and kill zones in case zombies do get in.

OMG PUPPIES! I LOVE PUPPI- ... ... Wow, these are the weirdest puppies I've ever seen. Jokes aside, they are so adorable!

Klondike paused from his thoughts about fruit salads as he heard Big Mac address him. "Hmm...'scuse me, but Ah gots t'ask... But have Ya'all ever built a barn before?" He paused for a second as he tilted his head to the side a bit and observed the giant pony. “Well, I ha-“ "I have experience, chum!" "Are we gonna get started on this thing!? We need to start building this thing pronto!" Klondike’s head swung around to look at the pinto pony with a smile before looking at Applejack in turn. His bandaged up right ear was twitching furiously again as it kept track of everything being said. He opened his muzzle to answer, his thoughts picking up from their interruption and pieced together something that only Klondike’s mind could manage. “La Señorita Applejack tiene razon. Tenemos que start pronto with the experienced chum…” He looked at the gathered ponies expectantly, waiting for their agreement before slowly bringing his hoof up to his muzzle in deep thought as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “Wait… that made no sense. Why would I have chum? And experienced chum at that…” He questioned himself before immediately bringing up his head to look at the gathered ponies again. “I remember the sailor ponies back from when I worked on fixing a dock saying chum is for fishes. Are we building an Aquarium? I thought you hired me to rebuild the barn after the fire…” He looked at Applejack questioningly. He took a moment to look around before setting his eyes on the plans in front of him. Yup, the plans still had a barn drawn on them. “Well, aquarium or not, we’re building a barn!” He announced triumphantly as he shot a hoof in the direction of the barn. “And that my friends I know how to do!... The aquarium though, might leak a bit.” He immediately brought his hoof back and slammed it on the plans. “Alright! First we stabilize the barn!” He announced as he looked at Mojo. “Mr. Yoyo! You and I will take some 2 by 4’s and nail them diagonally to prevent swaying and then prop the sides like so…” He immediately trotted to a pile of wood that had conveniently been dropped off during his safety speech and, picking up a hammer and a few nails in his mouth along the way, plucked three 2 by 4 studs and effortlessly carried them to the barn on his back before propping one against the side. In one fluid motion, he held the stud diagonally against the wall with one hoof, propped himself on his hind legs, held the nail in place with his other hoof and swung the hammer against its mark, driving it in all the way to its head in one strike. He then took the other two pieces of wood and propped them at a 45 degree angle against the sides. The whole event took him less than a minute, his talent and the years of experience fixing-up all sorts of things, big and small and swinging a hammer showing clearly. Klondike immediately walked back to the table and looked at Mojo. “Mr. Mojo-yoyo, you’ll take the other side, and I’ll join you on this side.” He then looked at Big Mac and Applejack. “We have to clear out the barn from the debris before we can make more of a mess. Mr. Big Mac, strap yourself to a cart while Miss Applejack loads you up with the burnt wood. Bring it out here and dump it. Mr. Mojo and I’ll lend a hoof as soon as we’re done outside.” Ears suddenly perking, he looked to his side at Big Mac before giving him a challenging but friendly grin. “Hope you’re up for some hard work. Just cause you and I are injured, or so that crazy pony told me, don’t mean we take it easy. Of course though, if you need a break or a few dozen…” Klondike, in his own odd way, had obviously caught on to Big Mac’s jab about his skills. He patted the giant pony on the withers before letting loose a giant toothy grin at him. “Alright, I don’t know when we lost one of our helpers…” He was referring to Holly Dash who was now helping Granny Smith. “But as soon as we clear the mess, we’ll begin taking out the remains of the burnt out floors, walls, and ceiling. Then we’ll rebuild the main supports for the ceiling, rebuild the second floor…” He looked at Applejack. “Please don’t surprise us like last time… And then well replace floorboards, walls, ceiling, and apply a nice coat of fire retardant oil, my own mix, to the surfaces.” His plans laid out, Klondike, who was caught in the moment, did the next thing that came to mind. He shot his hoof out and held it above the plans on the table. “Already every pony! Let’s do this on three!” Apparently Klondike, aside from being absentminded and odd, could be cheesy too. But, he was just excited to finally get to work.

Hmm, I can't seem to log on to the server. I keep getting a "Disconnected by Server" message.

... ... ... And now I feel old Oh well! Back to my video games I go.