ExtravagantEvil

I'm glad that this is such a popular RP , and yeah, with all the foals it'll be odd without security personnel, It'll all work out, clever little rascals XD.

Okay: I have a weird tendency when trying to create fanfiction and come up with ideas. I want them to be believeable. In terms of canon, not just in the fics. own internal logic. That looking at the world, and with a couple of mild and believable predictions, inferences, and logical extensions, that the show could be treated like this under the right circumstances. So. Here is my idea, based on a couple of phrases and considerations about the shows representations of ponies in relations to human beings. Now, the first thing that is key to the premise, are Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Bell. These 3 fillys have no cutie marks, obviously, and that is the key to their entire personal plot. This is about, what the cutie mark means. It means that you have found what you are good at, your passion, what makes you special, or as could be interpreted, a role in society. Every pony has either something that they are good at, or that is needed to be done that they enjoy. Next: We need to consider that people of all kinds are represented in Equestria, not just nice people, or the regular folk that we see everyday. But assholes, plenty of them, the neutral, the good and the bad are all mixed through ponyville and equestria. Trixie, Diamond Tiara, etc. This can also be used to introduce other personality issues, other than just being an asshole that are relatively negative. For instance, we need to consider the people that A. Have no passions in particular, the apathetic, the tired, the lost and confused. These are, for sake of simplification and argument, Generation X ponies. This also considers those who just do not think they are special, or important, or do not want to do anything specific, but are vagabonds who cannot decidmone what to do with their lives (essentially, the plight of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, not being able to really decide on what they want to do), or the people who cannot find what to do with their lives and are just unfortunate (once again the Cutie Mark crusaders) So these people, logically, would be life time blank flanks. --------------- Next: Back to the "Role in Society" Aspect of the cutie mark that I'm talking about earlier. Because I've established that due to the nature of the Human (and thus, Pony) condition, that there are people who do not get cutie marks due to not having or finding, or ever really establishing a talent. What of the people who have Cutie Marks, and have jobs solely based around them, the Apple family are farmers, because that is what their cutie marks say, that is their passion and their Job. Or Rarity, who has her job based on her cutie mark. This is normally okay, but that also shows there seems to be a caste system inherently set in here, based on what cutie mark you have, you are stuck with that job. That is what you do. No changing it around, the reason this is an issue because you see Ponies like, once again, Diamond Tiara, who is born to be rich. that is her place in the cutie hierarchy, and that cannot be changed. Same with Silver Spoon, they are born that way. The Apples are seemingly stuck farmers, as every apple before has been, a farmer. One cannot suddenly go on to become a well published author and profit on her books, say, enter a careear in the Pony Stock market? Why? They are farmers, born and raised. Simple enough. There are people born into being Waiters, servants, the subserviant, and then there are those born into being entertainers and leadership, with no option to change. At all. Well, then one would bring up in counter argument "What about Pinkie Pie?" She is the groups party animal, and organizes celebrations, and works at a Bakery, that's negating that point, right?" The response I give to that then, is that, if their true and only absolute passion, their defining characteristic and skill set, is something they cannot do for a living, then they are not truely as happy as they possibly could be, but her skills are set in stone, and she has a job that isn't what she absolutely enjoys most. ------------- Also, on a minor point: The interpretation behind Cutie Marks can be seen as, well, odd. Cheerilee, for instance, has flowers, and says that justified her being a teacher. She said something, along the lines of, that the Flowers were symbolic for children, adn the smiles were their bright shining faces. That could also be seen as literally being taken as, a Gardener cutie mark. What if it was a ruler instead? Or Chalk? that would be more obvious, so what if she interpreted it, wrong? For some people it is spur of the moment, realizations, other times it seems to be something akin to puberty. Finally, there was a line made when the Cutie Mark crusaders were really introduced, talking about, this is not an exact quote, but a paraphrase, saying that before one finds a cutie mark, they have the absolute freedom to be anything. That is what keyed off this whole thought process, the absolute limitless opprotunities that can be found in uncertainty about yourself in a positive way, by not knowing what you are truly, absolutely meant to do, and as such, being able to do many things in life. Though the instant you find your cutie mark, you have your purpose branded onto you, with no chance for change. ------------ The reason I bring up this entire line of thought is that this is the mentality that the antagonists in my fanfiction idea use, and I want to see whether an intelligent brony community can poke holes in some of the logic. The ponies that are the antagonists are rebels against the government of Equestria, seeing that the idea of Cutie Marks, is A. Not allowing for the most versatility in the community, Happiness, and perpetuates a caste system where no one can truly, absolutely migrate up or down, or just find they don't have a passion in life and find cutie marks outdated and so get behind this, Pro-Blank Flank militant philosophy. These are, essentially, Anarchists, causing a Civil War in Equestria over the highly important issue of Cutie marks and their place in society and pony psychology. They also plan on releasing Discord if they can, due to Chaos not just being disharmony and confusion, but absolute freedom without any rules and restrictions placed in the landscape. Thank you very much, and I hope you like my idea as a Believable "What if..." kind of fiction, because I believe in well motivated antagonists, and want such a complex social theory and analysis of the ramifications of the Cutie mark, to be something taken into consideration by the villains, with a reasonable, logical argument.

Pleasure to see a new Pony here, welcome, and I, LOVE Saxaphone, absolutely beautiful instrument.

You sir, are an example to us all.

I look at Snowy and say, Ah, well what do you do when the season is ripe, Miss Snowy? I notice her nervousness, and say in a slight hush Now, what do you want to know of me, Miss Snowy? I'll answer any questions you have of me, any at all. I end the phrase leaning in just a hair, trying to create a sense of calm trust.

I look over at Snowy, and decide to start off lunch with a healthy conversation, and hopefully coax her out of her shell a little, Tell me, Snowy, what is it that made you want to work here at this nice complex? Before she speaks I start to quietly eat my food, so I can hear what she has to say, leaving my ears perked to show I'm listening, as I savor the delicious, albiet nostalgiacally Salty food.

I chuckle at the display, taking in the way her blush highlights her cheeks into the color of a crystal clear and pink sunset on the beaches I recalled from an adventurer's life, and say Well, I think that Miss Snowy's words speak the truest, Lunch sounds fantastic right now, and a True Lady like Snowy should not be kept waiting, especially when a feast is involved. I give a respectful nod to Snowy, and turn to the Janitor, saying Would you be opposed to help guide us in this expedition, my good sir?

I chuckle lightly and say I know how you feel, Good Maintenence Man, It's been a hard days work for me as well, I've walked a long way with nothing but my Cart, and a need to discover and explore. So a seafarer's meal sounds as delicious as anything.

Yes we were, I'm still lost in this new abode, so Snowy was leading the Kitchen Finding expedition

I notice her ears droop and say sympathetically, I'm sure we can find it, everything is an adventure if you think about it, Miss Snow. And adventures are best when shared, No? And every adventure needs a leader, and I'll nominate you for just that, New Head of the Expedition, I say with a slightly more upbeat playfulness, and I float back down to inspiring and nice, and I'll trust the Expedition Chief wherever she goes, and during whatever she does. I softly tap her hoof with mine and wait for her, patiently, graciously.

I smile and say, Snowy, Madame, could you show me where the dining hall is? I guess the tour is starting even before lunch, I give a slight chuckle at this, taking note of every detail of her now that she came out from behind her counter.

I click open the door, and keep my eyes pasted on the clock, moving all I can in those 10 minutes (a gentleman is never late), and with a huff and a drop of sweat or two on my brow, ready and hungry for good food, and to escort a new found filly. Snowy, Madame, I am ready to take you to lunch, and for you to take me on a nice walk around the vast expanse of my new home. I warmly smile to her, and stand by the counter, with a calm stance, and look at her with care and a delicately soft gaze.

Hmm...Clever, you have the mind of a real treasure hunter. Thank you for my keys, It'll feel good to work up a healthy appetite to enjoy your complex's fine food.

Hmm.. what do pirates love more than treasure... could it be... Booty? Possibly a well ornamented ship? No... I'll side with the first. I'm glad I moved into such a fine place that accommodates to my lust for mental exercise.

I walk away to my cart and begin to lug out the largest thing, starting with my cannon, and hoist it on my shoulders and march up, it's brilliant black hue and ammo stored in a nice burlap sack to my side. Slowly, I walk around searching for room "A114", and begin lugging my things, and as I strain at the door, I notice I am lacking a key. Inner Monologue: Oh dear, how unfortunate, I guess I have another adventure to commence with Where can I go to gain a key to my room I ask to the room simply.

I toss a light look in an instant to Snowy, hinting at an enjoyment for lunch to come. Your the chef? I am proud to meet a man who'll be preparing me many a meal from here on in, and it smells fantastic Miss Turmeric, I'll head to the kitchen as soon as I can, you'll know when I'm there. And you go by Cloud? Cloud, given who I am, you and I will very soon come to know each other very well. I give him a strong, playful nudge with my hoof, and give a short laugh I shortly after end the last several pages, and hand them daintily to Snowy. I'll see you as soon as I can Madame, I'll be back here in 10 minutes, and I hope you'll still be here when I come back. I say softly, quietly, and endearingly. Sliding seamlessly through the conversation I turn to the help and say, without skipping a beat and picking up volume, And when I do come back, I'll be glad to share in some of Thymes fine food, and make some good friends soon after. With that I toss a quick look back at Snowy, and walk out to my Cart so I can unload some of my gear to my room. A days work is never done.

Why thank you very much Madame. I can see why the fine host of the Grey Area set you here, you're dependable, so you have no reason to stutter, or be nervous m'lady. Say, maybe... you could care to join me for lunch, your chef made a special lunch for my arrival from what I hear, and I'm wondering if you could escort me through the building perhaps afterwards? I'm sure I can trust no one else with such a favor, after enjoying a companions hard work. I end with a soft smile, and commence filling out the work and wait for a response.

Thank you for gracious hosting, and don't worry, I wouldn't have lived this long without some sense, and I assure you, these Manticore rugs are preskinned and not in the mood for harming guests. I notice that there is now a female that requires me attention and end my conversation with the host saying Time for the adventure of paperwork then, and to officially start my next adventure in this fair city. I walk over the counter and look at the pony behind it, when she returns, I, with the smoothness of apple cherry, ask Hello, I hear from the manager that you...are the one to help me officially have my new abode, he called you Snowy yes? Charming young name, and I have heard many fair names I assure you. I end with a soft twinkle to my eye as my head glides towards the nearest pen to get the paperwork through.

Ah, how adventurous an idea, I'm charmed. Brings back memories of the old voyage with the E.S.S. Discovery for the Lost treasure of Rangu...where was I, Ah Yes! I'll gladly partake in your Salty Dog cuisine. But first, I must ask you a most important question. As you know, i am a man of sport, of adventure, and of learning. I would like to know what your policy is concerning the following, to make sure I do not cross your hospitality. I hand you a list containing various items, including, show Cannons, ancient tablets, Armor, Model ships, Dingys, Buoys, Oars, Boars, and Coarse Manticore rugs. A true gentleman savors the past and plans for the future, and these represent a dash of both.

Barging through the door with force and grace stands a pony of gold and blonde. The mane, a soft wheat borne blond, with a thin contour of muscle down his legs, and a cutiemark resembling a thin parcel map with an "X" emblazoned in red. Greetings! If I do recall, I ensured to have a place of stay in this fine permanently upper class stable. Tell me, where is the head of this fine urbane palace, so I can remember that I reserved a lease here for myself, the most majestic darer of do, Swash the Buckle! I gaze around looking for and expecting an awestruck look of glory from the staff and any given occupants.

Glad to know I my name has drifted this way and that And don't worry, I'll join in soon, life is busy. And everyone, thank you for a most gracious and warm welcome. Hopefully life'll free up to where I can spend time here more than 1/week XD.

Why thank you for the compliment , I can tell this'll be a nice place to wander and talk .

About Myself: I go by ExtravagantEvil all over the internet, and am an avid brony, and am a critic, a writer who never writes, and a violinist who never practices. How I found Canterlot.com: A friend How I became a fan of MLP:FiM: My little brother started watching, I gave it a chance and grew to enjoy it. My favourite main cast pony/s: Pinkamina Diane Pie Greetings Canterlot.com! I, ExtravagantEvil, a man known throughout the internet (not really), have joined your boards! It's a pleasure to be here, and I hope to have plenty of fun here .