Chonico

Oh, about 4 years ago or so... I was in the kitchen making a sandwich. I was washing the lettuce while the toaster toasted my bread. You know, like toasters tend to do. Any who, the toaster was a bit overzealous and decided to burn my toast. Like a foal, I stopped washing my lettuce and went to stop what I assumed was going to be the second time I burned toast. I think it was my pride or something about it being the second time I would fail to make toast. But, point is I hadn't even bothered to dry my hooves. I still don't know what possessed me to do so, but instead of popping the plastic handle on the outside of the toaster (you know, like a smart pony) I reached for the cord with my left hoof while I placed my soaking wet right hoof ON TOP OF THE TOASTER... Dunno, maybe some part of me just thought "HAY, smoke... water... wet hoof... water trump smoke!" But yeah, a zap later I'm on the kitchen floor on my knees with the cord kung-fu gripped in my left hoof, toaster and burnt toast on the floor, breathing like a maniac while my heart thundered in my ears and my right arm refused to stop tingling and feeling numb. Kind of like when your arm falls asleep but not. I took a few minutes to take stock of the facts that one, I was not dead. Two, I was incredibly INCREDIBLY foalish beyond belief. And three, I suddenly didn't feel like eating a sandwich anymore. Needless to say, I'm much more careful about making my toast for sandwiches.

Sweet Celestia! I'm so going to use this to mess with my brother Of course, all in good fun though... >_> <_< Bwahahaha

I loved the episode! Twilight: "Pinkie Pie! You're a genius!" Pinkie Pie: "No I'm not, I'm a chicken." As simplistic as that was, I laughed so hard. Also... DERPY OMG!

If I recall correctly, I think mine were something along the lines of... "You were curious about the ponies on DA, you might as well pay for your curiosity and watch an episode." Then that was followed by the classic, "One more won't hurt."

Clay continued to sit quietly after his introduction and stared at Silversword with a gentle but content smile. He would not mention it, but was kind of expecting something from the mare. “Hmm, most ponies would give their names as well when introductions are done. But maybe she’s not much for the social scene? Perhaps it is a militant thing I am not aware of. Hmm, maybe more business then?” He quietly pondered to himself as he further analyzed Silversword. After a few seconds of staring, he stood back up and glanced at his wares and then back at Silversword. She had mentioned the ponies she knew liked tea, so perhaps now was a perfect time to throw in a little business with the formalities. “So M’Lady Destrier…” He flew back towards his cart as he talked to her. “As a good salespony, I should be able to read my customers as to better be able sell to them. I’m afraid I have not been keeping up with that image have I? You will have to forgive me for my lack of sale pitches but I personally like to throw in a little bit of a social element into my conversations with customers. Makes things a little bit more entertaining if you ask me. Plus, you never know where you will make some friends…” With a smile and one quick flap of his wings, Clay began to hover over his cart as to better get a view at its contents from a different perspective. He spotted what he was looking for and landed on one of the rims of the cart before beginning to move pots around. “Ah HA, I believe I have found what I was looking for.” With that, he hoped into the cart, his head and unfurled wings being the only things now visible as he continued to move more stuff around. “Tell me, M’Lady Destrier. You mentioned that you wanted something for your, hmm… par... par... parrot? No, entertaining idea but unlikely. Hmm… par… partner?” He stuck his head out from his cart and gave her an appraising look. “Hmm, yes, very likely. A beautiful Pegasus such as yourself probably has colts and stallions showering your path with flowers and gifts. Yes, very likely but still…” He paused for a long while as he picked up a hefty looking wooden box by its handle on top and, carefully lifting it with his muzzle, he flew out of the cart. Clay’s wing motions were careful and very gentle, and at no point did the box sway or rattle. He landed next to his ware and placed the box next to his hooves and quickly looked up at Silversword and gave her one of his goofy grins. “That would be a shame though, having such fierce competition, haha…” He laughed a bit and turned to look at his wares. “No, I believe I may be right in saying that you are looking for a gift for your parents. Yes, far more likely than for a parrot.” This time, he sat down on his haunches and placed a hoof over the wooden. “I believe I may have something already in mind that I’d like to suggest, but please, M’Lady Destrier, select the pieces you like for them and I’ll be glad to tell you a little bit about them and provide you with some prices.”

Admittedly the first day of business for the Jingling Satchel Repair Shop could have gone better. Klondike had made the mistake of not checking the work of the pony that set up his furnace and a slight fire broke out. Aside from a few synched hairs, nothing was damaged and Klondike had to unfortunately request that his customers leave their items in need of repairs and return at their later convenience the following day. Klondike had woken up early this time around and already had coffee and cookies set out on his counter for any customer that came in and wanted some. He was currently outside working on remaking the felloe to replace the broken one on one of the wheels of Zacora’s cart. The second wheel he had removed from the cart already had a brand new metal band around it and was propped up against the cart which was up on two blocks of wood. He was wearing a smile on his muzzle as he worked diligently on the piece of wood before him. He had the piece of wood clamped down against his worktable as he repeatedly ran a hoof over it with an odd contraption. Attached to his hoof, more exactly to his horseshoe, was a block plane, which resembled a sort of metallic cheese grater. With each pass, small pieces of shaved wood fell to the ground. Off to his side, across the workshop, stood the furnace that had given him troubles the previous day. It insides were glowing a very faded orange, not yet hot enough for what he needed to do with it. Next to it on a table were a telescope and a tuba. Taking a minute to stop and look away from his work and over towards the items on the table, he couldn’t help but let out a shallow sigh. *sigh* “Well, could have been a better day yesterday, but at least I don’t have to worry about that happening again…” He raised his free hoof towards his right ear and gave it a little rub. It was wrapped in a bandage and had been twitching for a while towards the inside of the shop. As it continued to twitch, he took a mental note of the things he had to work on for the day. So far he had a telescope, a tuba, a cart, and a broken tureen that was no longer broken. In fact, because the tureen had been allowed to set over night, the glue had bonded marvelously and the tureen looked as good as new. He had it sitting next to the counter with the receipt ready to be picked up. Glancing at it through the open door into the shop, he spotted something that made him roll his eyes and begin trotting back into the shop. He had forgotten to put out the open sign. “Wow, I woke up early and forgot to put out the sign… Hmm, does that mean I still technically opened lated?” He pondered to himself as he picked up the sign in his muzzle and walked across the foyer of the shop towards the door. It was still locked. “Well, at least I was about half way open on time. Guess tomorrow I’ll just forget to put out the sign or something like that. Slowly work my way up to being a decent shop owner, hehe.” Klondike couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at himself as he opened the door and the now five bells that hung above his door jingled furiously and he placed the OPEN sign outside. He took one glance at it to make sure it was standing properly and then walked back into his shop. Since he would be working outside on the cart, he would have to try and make a mental note to listen for the bells.

DAY TWO Now open for business!

Nope, we don't play games while at work. Heck, if I did that I'd be fired Nonono, we get paid to talk to customers about games and give them suggestions on what games would be right for them and such depending on what they want out of a game. For example, a customer comes in and says, "Hi, I'm looking for a FPS game..." okay, that's pretty broad. You would try to find out more info about his preferences in FPS such as team based, ultra realistic, what I personally call "rambo" style, or maybe he wants something with a bit of an RPG element like Fallout and Deus Ex. If he asks about my personal experience with any of the games I suggest, if I have it, I give it. If not, there's always your co-workers who may or may not have played it. If that isn't available either, you fallback on reviews you've read or such. Point is, as long as you have some fundamental knowledge about gaming, the rest you learn through practice. I mean, sure, you do get paid to play games, but you play games while you're at home or such. You are technically getting paid to share the knowledge and experiences you gather from playing the games with your customers. Heck, before I started working there, I only knew about Mario games, Legend of Zelda games, a few PS2 games like Xenosaga and Final Fantasy (which I really don't like), and what little knowledge I had about PC games like Portal, TF2, and WoW. If you are interested in working at a Gamestop, I'd highly suggest you put in an application ASAP because most stores, especially mall stores like the one I work at, will be hiring for seasonal help. Go in "professionally" dressed with your resume and ask to talk to a manager. Introduce yourself, get some face time. Hopefully they'll hire you and if they decided you're an asset to the team, maybe they'll keep you on board after the season. That's pretty much how it went for me. So, basically what I'm getting at is that working at a Gamestop is pretty much this... Now, be warned though. You will have access to a lot of tools to help you learn about games. Mainly your paycheck. If you work at a Gamestop, and you enjoy video games. Your paycheck will return to the store one way or another. As an example, Batman Arkham City(which I bought and I'm loving it) just came out and in November you Halo Combat Evolved, MW3, Skyrim ( ), Lego Harry Potter, Assassin's Creed Revelations ( ), and a bunch of other titles. I will be broke by the end of the month Still, good luck if you decide to try it.

" Ah ain't beat... " Klondike returned the giant red stallion’s gaze with his own confused, raised eyebrow stare. Immediately realizing what Big Mac was about to do, he could not help but close his eyes, wince, and turn his head off to the side as his hoofs moved up to cover his head. He was certain that this would be the last straw that would literally break the pony’s back. “Sweet Celestia and Luna! I still have repair orders back at my shop!” " Get...Get up, we gotta get... " Klondike’s regretful and, what he assumed to be his final thoughts were cut short as he realized a distinct lack of a giant pony falling on him and heard Big Macintosh telling him to get up. Without missing a beat, he lowered his forelegs and opened his eyes to look at Big Mac. He didn’t look good. Not good at all. In fact, he looked to be in pain and yet… A l'il tumble like that ain't gonna keep ol' Macintosh down! C'mon - ah do declare we gotta get outta here while the gettin's peachy! “Look at him.” The little pony in his head told him. “He’s obviously injured and here you are scared of being squashed again and complaining about your unfinished orders? What happened? Without a second thought you dropped everything to rush out here and help, and now you’re just laying here? Sure, you’re hurt now too, even if you’re too absentminded to notice, but you fell down the side of a mountain and still managed to finish a race! Get… up! You both rushed into the barn, you both fought that fire, and you both fell with the floor! There’s still so much more to do! You telling me repair ponies leave jobs half done?!” “Declare?” Klondike called out as his right ear came to life in a series of twitches as the commotion and voices from outside reached it. He immediately turned on his side and began to get up. Cracks and pops sounded out as his own pained body came to life again. He was going to be sore for a long time but there was still tons of work to be done. “HA! Declare! I declare you are right Mr. Macintosh!” He practically screamed as he trotted up to Big Macintosh with a devilish grin across his muzzle. With a slight nod of his head, he motioned for the pony to go forth and positioned himself behind Big Mac just in case he slipped and slid down the slope. He figured he could catch him if that happened, or at least act as a support. Likely not, but it was the thought that counted, right? "Macintosh! You're ok! Well, of course you're ok. I mean. You look awfully, black." Klondike looked ahead and through the settling smoke and dust he saw the Stetson wearing pony from the race. Within seconds, a rope was thrown down and expertly lassoed around Big Mac and, with a few tugs from Applejack and Big Mac’s own will power, the giant red pony was out of the debris. Klondike though, simply laid down as he tucked his legs underneath him and let out a shallow sigh he didn’t realize he was holding in. “Heh, with determination like that, no wonder they run such a huge farm…” He thought to himself as his right ear twitched a bit. He began to look around and spotted two of his three spent fire extinguishers. The fall had knocked them loose and the third was likely lost in the debris. Slowly, Klondike stood back up and gathered them before re-strapping them to his back and then made his way up the slope and out of the debris. "Ok, ya'll! Looks like we did a fancy job of puttin' out an over sized collection of a fire. And it's all thanks to your hard workin' efforts!" No sooner had he cleared the debris than his thoughts began to wonder as he remained inside the barn and looked at what was left of it. Looking through the hole that was once the second floor of the barn, he could not help but let out a low whistle as he took in the sight. *whistle* “Wow, this poor barn needs some major repairs and remodeling… Maybe I should offer my…“ He kept scanning the area and damage and then turned to look at the ponies gathered outside before looking at himself. Like the barn, he was synched, covered in ash, dirtied, wet, beat up and creaking a bit. Although the creaking was likely just his joints and body complaining that he didn’t stay away from the fire or stayed laying in the debris to avoid aggravating any injuries like a sane pony would after such a tumble. Obviously though, all the ponies in this town were crazy. “Shower… I should go take a nice warm bath and then come back tomorrow. Yes. No sense offering my repair services when I look like I need repairs myself, hehe. Yes. Shower and tomorrow…” With that thought in mind, he began to trot his way out of the barn and past the gathered ponies as his right ear twitched in the direction of the playfully cantering pony with the Stetson hat that was cantering up to him. In an odd turn of events, Klondike actually paid attention to his twitching ear and turned to see the pony approach him. Maybe it was the smoke inhalation? "Uh, Klondike, is it?” “Hi! Yes, that’s my shower, er, name.” “I was wondering if you'd be able to contract for us the rebuilding of a barn. You know like, an apple barn, for an apple farm, heh, much like the one you just fell in." Klondike looked at Applejack as she gave him a flirtatious smile and then looked past her at the barn, and then back at her again. He then kept staring at her for a second or two and then quickly trotted around her and headed back to the barn entrance. As he trotted, his expression became one of concentration and concern. His tongue even stuck out a bit as he focused on the barn. As he got close to the barn doors, he nudged one with his head and closed it and then proceeded to do the same to the other door. He stopped right before it closed and, tongue still sticking out and the expression still firmly plastered on his face, he looked at the gathered ponies and stepped into the barn right before pulling the door close behind him. Only a few second had passed before a series of thundering thumps and bangs could be heard coming from inside the barn. The sounds where making their way around the outer wall of the barn and resonated throughout the whole structure. *THUMP… CRASH* “AH!” Five seconds of silenced passed by and then the thumping resumed making its way around the structure. This went on for about five or ten minutes before quieting down. Without warning, the barn doors flew open again and Klondike stepped out with a goofy smile on his face and trotted over to Applejack. New pieces of charcoaled debris hung on his coat and on his head. “Good news!” He announced in a loud triumphant voice. “Since your barn didn’t fall down on me entirely…” He brushed off the debris from this mane. “I am happy to say its stable enough to wait till I can gather my tools and order materials. Just… don’t let any pony go inside till I can stabilize it a bit better.” Klondike gave her a smile and a wink before he began to trot around her, his goofy smile not once leaving his muzzle. “I’ll be back tomorrow to take measurements and better notes that don’t involve anypony stomping around inside the barn trying to bring it down on themselves. Should be able to start next week but I’m sorry I can’t really say how long it will take me to finish it on my own.” He stopped trotting around Applejack and simply sat on his haunches in front of her as he tapped one of his hoofs on his muzzle. “Hmm… I guess that still applies, yes. Definitely still applies.” Klondike spoke to nopony in particular as he continued to tap his muzzle. “Yes, definitely… Good news Miss Applejack!” He suddenly stood and began to slowly make his way past Applejack and towards the road to Ponyville. “To rebuild this barn, it will cost you 30,000 bits. That includes the materials and the repair pony. Me.” He stopped and turned around while smiling and pointing a hoof at himself. “However, I’m a pony of my word and the offer I made for any pony that crossed the finish line still stands. SO… you get a 75% discount plus a 5% discount because I like your hat and you have a very pretty smile. So, that will only be 6,000 bits.” He looked at the gathered ponies and took a second to smile at each one individually before turning around and heading out of Sweet Apple Acres once more, calling out in as loud a voice as possible. “Plus, for any able pony you can get to help, I’ll knock off 1,000 bits off the price and oh sweet Celestia and Luna do I need a nice warm bath…” And with that, Klondike made his way further down the road back to Ponyville.

Hugs? I was certain I had more "Hug" pics on my computer. Hmm...

Well, I learned something today. Apparently, 4 hours of sleep combined with a low quality video on fullscreen can really hamper my judgment. Watched it a second time after washing out my face to wake up and found a better quality video (the one here, duh) and watched it without it being of fullscreen... OMG IT WAS EPIC! I think my favorite part aside from the Rainbow Nuclear explosion had to be the pony dog-pile on Big Mac suddenly exploding sending ponies everywhere while he chased after Mayor Mare... I laughed so hard my sides hurt.

Oh good, well, I mean not good good but still good. I was kind of confused when I hear them talk. I thought my headset might be off or something but I guess it was their voices. I hope this was just a fluke. CMC are awesome, so I hope the voices don't change. Maybe one of the voice actors had a cold? Still, I liked the episode but I'm not 100% on it being the best. It was hilarious no doubt about that, but something felt off to me. I can't put my finger on it though. Guess I'm going to have to watch it again to see if I can ID what it is.

I work at a video game store as a shift manager. I was recently promoted so I'm still learning the ropes. However, I rather enjoy it and most days I only mildly feel the urge to smack a customer for questions that make me wonder if their messing with me or just really really, well, dumb. My favorite question? Well... Customer - Hey, I'm looking for this DS game... Me - Okay, what's it called? Customer - I don't know... Me - *stare* Customer - But it comes with a lot of games... Me - Oh, you mean like the Namco Museum or Arcade games? Customer - No no, it has a bunch of games like Mario, Pokemon and s**t. Me - Oh, I know which ones, yeah, no... Those are illegal to sell in the US. Customer - Do you sell them though? Me - *sigh* No, they're illegal... Customer - Well, do you know where I can find one? Me - No. They. Are. I-LLE-GAL. Customer - Come on, don't be like that. You MUST know. Me - *facehoof* Seriously, I don't know. Again, they are illegal to sell in the US. I have no clue, you are just going to have to go it alone. Customer - Fine f**k*r, you just don't want to tell me cause you're a p*ss*! Me - *sigh and stare* Can I help you with anything else? Customer - Yeah! F**K OFF! *walks away* Me - Have a great day sir! Customer - *middle finger* Yup! Granted not all conversations are word for word like this, but most questions related to this follow a similar pattern. Still, I enjoy my job and you know why? Benefit of knowledge! Like, did you ponies know that the Batman Arkham City game has a collectors edition? Yes? Well, do you ponies know what it looks like or for that matter held it in your own hoofs and gawked at it with a longing gaze? I know I have

I reject your reality and substitute my own... One where I'm winning and oh hay look, I currently am!

Aw, why didn't I check this sooner... I have one day to think up something for the writing contest. Actually, wow, I procrastinated and left it till the last possible moment and didn't even know it. Sweet Luna am I good or what? Now sure I understand the RP one though. So its a one week long RP event? Its not part of the contests right? Hmm, this should be a blast!

Nope, not yet...

Horro movie, male, actor, American, toy... Hmm Aside from horror, did he also do comedy?

QUICK! WE MUST ATTEMPT TO RESTORE ORDER BEFORE THIS THREAD GOES... 30 PAGES!? Are you kidding me?! A few hours ago it was at 25 pages. What is wrong with you ponies!? Are you crazy? I mean, its one thing to- OH hey! Some ponies still wear top hats? *digs out own top hat, monocle, and pipe* Why I do say... *blows out bubbles from pipe*... This tea and biscuits are simple marvelous.

Clay listened to Silversword as he continued to rummage through his cart. He was looking for something specific, something he knew he had brought with him but exactly where in his cart it lay was a mystery to him. “Hmm, posture and cutie mark are dead giveaways that she’s somehow involved in the Royal Guard, but a Destrier? She seems almost too slim for such a job…” He thought to himself as he continued to rummage through his wares. “Though, it would explain her comment about jumping to good conclusions… Such a pitty...” He had also heard her almost silent mumble, but he would keep that to himself for now. Clay stopped for a second and began to circle his cart, deciding to look on the other end of it so as to not have to take everything out of it. “Thank you!” He replied to the comment about his wares. “I would hardly call them luxuries, but think more of them as being… well, a beloved hobby of mine.” He paused again and raised his hoof to tap his chin as he thought of something. “Well, actually, I suppose that would be a luxury in and of itself, being able to do what you enjoy. Wouldn’t you agree?” He stopped as he observed her preening one of her wings. Clay could not help but raise a curious eyebrow and simply trotted back over to her and sat down in front of her. “Guess being able to relax while off duty is also a luxury…” He gave her a goofy toothy grin as he noticed that she seemed a bit tired. “I would imagine that’s why you came to the market place. Maybe a little relaxation after today’s training?" Clay then stood back up and trotted back towards his cart. He stopped half way and then turned around and trotted back before sitting back down on his haunches in front of her again, cocking his head a bit to the side as he smiled at her. “How rude of me, forgive me M’Lady Destrier. I am Nimbus Claypot …” He gave her a little bow and then straightened back up into his sitting pose. “Also known as ‘Clay the Clay Hermit,’ your humble potter and at your service M’Lady Destrier.” As he said this, he puffed out his chest a bit and gave himself a gentle pat with his hoof, sending off a small cloud of dust into the air. For a salespony, Clay certainly didn’t act like one, having yet to make any discernible sales pitch of anykind.

Wow, just... wow. Color me impressed. Here's a brony who can multitask

Is it Alfred Hitchcock? If not, was this person male?

Distraction tactic! GO!

New update! Added episode 4! Enjoy

Klondike walked around the counter as Shanna began to explain the issue with the telescope. However, being Klondike, exactly how much of what was being said actually reached him was unclear as he observed the 10’ contraption with a curious yet focused express across his muzzle and his right ear slightly twitching. Just as Shanna was finishing, Klondike began to try and slide the pieces together. “Wow, with such a bend like this, it’s no wonder it won’t slide into place anymore. Almost like a rock fell on it…” He commented in a matter of fact tone as he looked up at Shanna and Hoss and gave them a questioning look. “So you two are astronomers? Must be a relaxing job.” And with that, Klondike trotted around behind the counter again and looked at the filled out form. As he read it, he tapped his hoofs on the counter a couple of times and then looked at the telescope and the tuba. “Mister umm…” He paused for a second as he gave the form a quick glance. “Mr. Hoss! This will only cost you 35 bits for the repair and I should be able to fit you in right after Mr. G. Major…” He then paused for a second as an idea occurred to him. “Actually, I should start my furnace up so that it warms up, and, while I do that I can work on Ms. Zacora’s carriage. Yes, that will work out nicely.” With a content smile on his face, Klondike turned around and made his way out the back door towards his outside workshop. He left the door propped open and through it, he could be seen fiddling with a contraption that resembled a giant oven that was towards the furthest corner of the outside workspace. *FWOOSH* All of the sudden, a bright flash poured in through the door followed by a gust of hot air. Within seconds Klondike rushed inside, grabbed a small makeshift fire extinguisher from underneath the counter and then shot back out the door. He left a slight trail of smoke behind him and no sooner had he gone back out the door that the sound of the fire extinguisher could be heard. A few seconds past and the sound died down. “HA! I knew I should have checked that pony’s work!” Klondike walked back into the shop, slightly covered in a white powder while his right ear lay limp on his head, a small trail of smoke was still coming off of its tip. Oddly enough, his expression was still the same as before, and as he placed the fire extinguisher back beneath the counter, he looked at his customers. “Umm, hmm, I might not be able to get started on the telescope or tuba just yet…” He paused for a second as he brought up his hoof to his chin and tapped it a few times. “Actually, I should probably fix that furnace but…” He gave his customers a somewhat shameful glance. “Would you ponies be willing to stop by tomorrow again?” ((OOC - Alrighty... So day two will start as soon as everypony has a chance to reply their, well, replies. I have been unable to send a PM to buxy, so I will reiterate my plan here. Basically, the day system I'm trying to implement will allow ponies to drop in and out of the thread. If you have one too many going on at the same time or not enough free time, your OC can stop by to chit-chat a little and "drop-off" their item or items and "return" at a later day to pick them up. Also, this will allow new players to participate in the RP and hopefully keep the RP going. Of course, this does not mean you can only be a customer once, but as long as you can come up with something they need fixing, then Klondike will gladly fix it for them. Repeat business and all that ))

And I'm winning!