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kamerad

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  1. Actually, I'm not nice, but I'm the sole exception.

    ^ Ooh, I loved that one with Blueblood.

    I will totally out-not-nice you. D:<

    :u

    Will: Cool! What's it about, if you don't mind my asking?

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  2. Mostly I read MLP fanfiction but according to my parents it doesn't count as real reading

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    Boo, I've read some really good ones (the couple of Prince Blueblood trapped in a Groundhog Day loop spring to mind). I wonder what they think of the Nivenverse, the Boloverse, the Star Wars and Star Trek expanded universes, et all. All are just published fanfics. :P

    Are you working on anything you like?

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  3. kamerad- Rhodesian

    Those section headers are adorable! Also, I have a couple of questions:

    1) Is there an activity requirement? My connection is limited to my phone for now; I'm trying to get my laptop fixed, but I remember it having trouble with Minecraft. I'll only really be able to participate once I get my gaming rig up here (Ohio to Alaska is a long way!), which probably will not be until the start of October.

    2) Filling creeper holes is listed in the rules, for which the penalty is a warn or a ban if they're not followed. Are we then mandated to perform this task, or was this a simple legal oversight?

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  4. Hi Justin! I've known people with Asperger's before, and I used to be shy myself, so I kinda know what it's like. Good luck and be brave! Remember, it's just the Internet, at the end of the day. :)

    Also, Dashie is one of my favourites, too.

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  5. I actually quietly despise a lot of younger, louder fans.

    I don't think TheLivingTombstone is especially talented.

    I wish Cupcakes and the Rainbow Factory would just go away.

    I get really embarrassed when I talk about this show or the fandom.

    I do a poor job of being loving.

    :isaterriblebronysometimes:

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  6. Oh, no, neither are evil for evil's sake. Barding is inconsiderate and egotistical, but he's fully convinced that he's bettering society by advocating the things he does. Erma is fully convinced the Professor is right, too, but she's a lot nicer.

    Both are supposed to be lovably ineffectual rogues, not ponies who are pointlessly cruel.

    I'll try to work on some apps. :)

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  7. I know I haven't been very active recently, but I hope that's about to change. Partially this was my fault for choosing Trottingham as a city and basically chaining Dixie and Bonnie to it.

    I've got another couple of ponies I've been tossing around in my head for a while (I'm pretty sure I played them in the chat RP--whose passing I lament--back in Decemberish, and I've played the Professor in the free-for-all forum). My new prospective characters are more free-roaming and should be able to take part in a wide variety of RPs. But before I submit applications for them, I'd like to ask how well-received they'd be, or if they'd be allowed at all.

    On the one hoof, I have Professor Barding, who is a spoof of the turn of the century melodramatic villain. He's still a villainous character, but he's also a well-intentioned extremist, who views the subsumption of Equestria's pastel pastureland before the march of industry as a step forward. He's a passionate and emotional stallion, driven by his dreams.

    On the other, I have Erma, his long-suffering assistant and love interest. She's a former aristobrat that was never really happy with her stuffy family, and loves to work with machines and play in the dirt. She was 'rescued' from her unhappy life when the Professor rolled through her city, peddling various gadgetry, whom she was enthralled by with his gizmos, his energy, and his representation of danger, newness and freedom.

    Would these two be able to play in the mane RP section...or should I just keep them in free-form?

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  8. Erma sped by with nary a second glance at the glittering pony; she had more important things on her mind, these being what sort of sandwich should she get? And what pastry (for the shop did have so many to choose from, and she could never remember them all)? She looked from one item on the chalkboard menu to the next, unsure of what to get. Oh! And suppose she should get the Professor something? Barding entered a moment later, but was held up in his progress by the acrylic-encrusted assailant.

    He grinned maliciously. "You did indeed!" recalling from some time ago that it was this very pony that he had been insulting from afar. The Professor took him by the withers and showed him the threshold, gesturing broadly at the town outside, paying no mind that he was blocking the way for somepony else. "Do you see what I see out there?" he asked rhetorically. "I see a town living centuries--centuries!--in the past, when it could be so much more! Simple..." He waved his hoof dismissively. "Woodworking will not suffice to bring these ponies out of the Dark Ages--indeed, they already have mastered that primitive art, and look at how far they've gotten with it! But what way--what means, what engine--will bring them out of their short-sighted self-imposed misery? There is, of course, only one answer, and that is metalwork, and all that accompanies it. Imagine!" he exclaimed, pulling him closer as if to transfer his vision by osmosis. "Ponyville prosperous, for once in its miserable history! Bountiful and modern, not just barely scraping by! Ha-ha!" The Professor loosened his hold on the pony. "Now, it is unfortunate that you were born, I suppose, a few centuries too late. But--" And here he leaned in. "--let me tell you something." The Professor shifted his eyes from left to right and back again, as if this were a great secret he was about to reveal. "These two arts--yes, yours is an art, though long rendered obsolete--have much the same in common. All the maths are the same, all the engineering and planning. But what can you do that I--or a mason, for that matter--cannot build higher, stronger--better?" Satisified that he had made his case, he stepped back and bowed flamboyantly to allow a couple to pass by him (who had been standing there for some time, but this was immaterial to the Professor).

  9. Professor Barding stood nearby, his cloak draped around his body and the brim of his top hat lowered over his eyes, so that he was both mysterious and forever bumping into Erma, his assistant. Exactly what he was a professor of was open to debate, but all that really mattered was that he was possibly the most odiously wealthy pony that anypony knew (which was to say anypony within five miles or so of Ponyville) and, while it could never be proven, had an obvious dislike for all things pastel and sweet and worked against sunshine and happiness with a dreadful persistence. He snorted. "Foal!" he sneered derisively, while twirling his substantial moustache around his hoof--a feat in itself: not only to have the moustache but to have mastered the ability to twirl it menacingly without the use of digits, but to anypony that knew of Professor Barding's unquenchable willpower (Erma, and she alone) it was not a surprise. "Anypony can see that carpentry is mere foalsplay! The real way forward is in metal, of course. Gears, cogs and steam!" He grinned maliciously as his verdant imagination exploded into visions of enormous towers of steel and brass, with pipes ferrying ponies as they might ferry lubricant or fuel between them and grand vessels prowling the far reaches of the heavens where pegasi dared go. It was a wonderful thing to think about--if only it were real, and not this impoverished peasant pastureland that was Ponyville. But he--yes, he!--would bring it into the modern era, kicking and screaming if he had to.

    Erma, who evidently never left her employer's side, nodded absently. She had heard this tirade before, and wasn't really sure if she agreed or not, but the Professor did so have a way with convincing her that she was never quite certain she'd disagreed with him in the first place or what she had thought that had made it so vital to challenge him. In fact, if you were to take a look at the outcome of all their arguments, you might have deduced that Erma was entirely of one mind with the Professor. She resigned herself to exclamations of "Quite so!" and "How wonderful!" until he should exhaust himself, which was typically quite a long time. She waited so long, in fact, that lunch threatened to pass by without either of them eating, and, finally desperate to have something approaching food (for breakfast had been so long ago and quite gone by mid-afternoon with the work in the machine shop), approached the Professor with her very best pleading, slightly damp eyes (being sure to pout, but not so much that she could not pout still more if he should refuse), and inquired of him if they might possibly get something to nibble upon, if that was quite all right with him, being as she did like to hear him talk, but could not focus any longer without sustenance--and, of course, they might chat over lunch.

    The Professor sighed. He could go without food or material comforts (or so he told himself) if it meant the attainment of his grandiose paradise, but he did tend to forget that lesser ponies did not have his drive to succeed--and Erma's eyes had the capacity to be so very, very large that he could not bring himself to say no to them and found himself frequently succumbing to her occassional whims--and he was quite glad that they were so infrequent, for if she should decide to usurp him and pout at the same time he should be entirely powerless to do anything about it. "That is quite enough of that, Erma!" he shouted, and cast a glance around him desperately. "I have not forgotten about you--indeed! what a preposterous thought!--and, if you should stop being so impatient, you would have noticed that I was leading us to... here!" he assured her in the same voluminous voice, gesturing pointedly at Sugarcube Corner.

    Erma, perking up with remarkable swiftness, smiled from ear to pointed ear. "Oh, thank you, Professor!" she exclaimed, and before he could recoil, she had kissed him on the nose and was off before he could rebuke her for her cavalier attitude. She trotted ahead of Professor Barding into the little shop, while the Professor exhaled nervously, thankful that he had escaped more of her charms and had managed to (he thought, at any rate) preserve some measure of his authority over her.

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