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Alright, we now have a consecutive line, so we're just going to wait a day or two to see if anyone else wants to join in, then the game shall begin!

I do my best.

Previous games: Telephone Pictionary, Telephone Pictionary 2, Telephone Pictionary 3, Telephone Pictionary 4, Telephone Pictionary 5, Telephone Pictionary 6 Telephone Pictionary 7 8 is best number. The first-ever Telephone Pictionary not hosted by Diego Havoc! Time for some copy pasta from Diego... THE RULES On the first day, I will PM a line to the first player. That player will then have to draw what I have sent them and send it back to me. I will then pass this one to the next person in the list, who will have to write something that describes the picture they received, and so on and so on until everyone has had a turn. When you receive a line, you have 24 hours to do a picture. When you receive a picture, you have 24 hours to write a line. If you miss your deadline without a valid reason1, the task immediately gets shifted to the next person in line, and you will be moved to the back of the queue. Miss your deadline twice and you're out. This may seem harsh, but it's to prevent the game from stalling for too long. Try to let me know in advance if you don't think you'll be able to do your bit when it comes up and I'll do my best to reschedule. For writers: Don't be too specific. You have one sentence. Make it count! Be creative! Don't pick out every detail, but give the gist of what's happening in your picture. For artists: You do not need to be a good artist. It doesn't need to be good! I cannot stress this enough. You have 24 hours, but don't think that means you should try to create a masterpiece in that time. A 10 minute sketch drawn with a mouse in MS Paint is perfectly fine, and it makes things interesting for the next person in line. The game is over! SIGN UPS! Please specify: Line, drawing, or no preference, and where you'd like to be in the list. Black for lines,[colour=#ff0000] red[/colour] for drawings 1. ping111 [colour=#ff0000]2. BrainedBySaucepans[/colour] 3. Phil the Time Wizard [colour=#ff0000]4. crp_dude[/colour] 5. MyLittlePonyTales [colour=#ff0000]6. StarStorm[/colour] 7. weesh [colour=#ff0000]8. Diego Havoc[/colour] 9. Linkhopper [colour=#ff0000]10. Fawkes[/colour] 11. Sparkleheart 12. Browneh [colour=#ff0000]13. Imagination[/colour] 14. LordGecy [colour=#ff0000]15. AshCloud[/colour] 16. Davroth [colour=#ff0000]17. Hippojack[/colour] 18. ping111 [colour=#ff0000]*12. Angie Cakes[/colour] 1: Valid reasons: Accidents and emergencies. Invalid reasons: "I forgot", "I didn't have time" etc.

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I know English isn't your first language, but... "Rebirth"? "Peanuts"? Do you mean "revamp" or "fix" and "cheap"? I think your Portuguese terms are a little lost in translation here. No offence, but I just want to understand this a little better.

[Note: References to myself being victim of a crime in this post are purely exaggerations of an event in a well-umpired war-simulation game. No authorities (except maybe a ref) are to be contacted!) I now know the feel of a tall, rotund, masked man holding a pistol up to my face and yelling at me to beg for mercy. As I backed off with my hands up, I walk straight into another masked man, also holding a pistol and asking for the same. Like a flash, I snapped down to my own and began to lift it. Alas, they were quicker than I, and they fired... And I got this warm, colourful, sticky, and quite salty stuff all over my face. ... Here's the real story... Yeah, I was paintballing today, and I was sniping in a corner. As it had turned out, the enemy had already eliminated my entire team, and was now whispering "there's a guy in the corner on the top floor; I couldn't get him through his window, but he's right up these stairs." Worried, I started walking down a different flight of stairs, to which the enemy had luckily not yet advanced. I was walking down the stairs, when I got clipped by a sniper on the enemy team. Now, in this particular arena, you could walk back to your starting area and play another time as if you had never been shot, but as I was walking there, I decided I wouldn't be outstepping the rules to tour my starting zone for a safe place to hit people in the back. However, as I did so, the large man popped around the corner, but saw my hands up. So, he said: "This is your base, so you're back in! Touch the wall and respawn or I shoot!" When I said nothing, he went for a more direct approach, sticking directly to the rules of paintball, and screamed "MERCY!". If the victim shouts that back at you, they're out without getting shot, but I figured I was still a "ghost", and so I didn't touch the wall, and instead backed off. However, as I turned around, I saw another man with a pistol on the other side, also screaming for my surrender. I was in a corridor, so I had no-where to go, and so thought I'd at least go out blazing (I hadn't discharged my marker in the hour previous). But, as I attempted to discreetly hit the safety and lift it, their already-prepared stances allowed them to smother me in paint, all over my mask. After I had left the arena and wiped off my mask, I remembered I had my wallet and phone in my pocket, so it kinda figures... I got quasi-mugged! Just remember: "Sir, we're surrounded." "Excellent, we can shoot in any direction!"

Wow, it's good to see at least somepony post on this thread! Well, would you prefer if I just threw out a couple ideas and we picked one (almost like a mini-debate), or if I just said "this is what we're doing today"?

For a sea serpent such as Steven, the uncountable empty hours of swimming through freezing and filthily murky waters, even when the current was running starkly opposite to his direction, seemed of little issue for a well-travelled reptilian such as he. No, the real issue for a fashioniste such as Steven Magnet was deciding what to pack! Unfortunately, hydrodynamics weren't very forgiving when it comes to wagonfuls of baggage - one containing sufficient necessities for the prescribed amount of time at sea on the letter, and the rest twenty-nine totally individual outfits -, so the night before today was long dead by the time Steven had come to an equivocal decision to pack *gasp* only three outfits! Oh, mixing and matching wouldn't help remove the stain of blah that would certainly befall it! With a hypothetical tear, Steven neatly packed the puny clothes (only the finest clawmade, of course) into also-custom saddlebags, which were not only designed to ebe big enough to securely befit his tail and protect the items inside from the raging waters, but to perfectly compliment his moustache. That was quite an accomplishment in his opinion! The sea serpent was late, no doubt about it. It was odd, though, because Steven oft travelled this route, if not a longer one, but it would never take him this long to swim there. Surely the saddlebags had nothing to do with it... But anyways, Steven had taken off as soon as he had received the letter. And boy, was it hard to get mail when you're a sea serpent living in the middle of the Manebrush. Hey, maybe that's why he was late, only getting the letter by a very dishevelled-looking mailstallion (what was so scary about a manicured sea serpent!?)? No matter the purpose, Steven had at least gotten the letter. The serpent could really only read exceptionally rudimentary sentences, owing to his distinct lack of equine education, but Steven certainly recognized the last word: Zecora. Ohhh, how that zebra had helped her! Mr. Magnet was more than eager to set off post-haste to help her back. Apparently, they were doing something in "Ooh-knee-yah-see", and Steven was sure it would be fabulously fun! As the Everfree forest slowly crept into view, the scribbled note left at the bottom of the well-printed page - something about drinking a bottle at the edge of the river - crawled into the front of Steven's mind just for a moment. Within minutes, Zecora's humble hut was in sight, and the serpent put his very tired tail into an exhausting full-throttle beeline for it, shamefully acknowledging his tardiness once more. In the afternoon sun, many of the strange instruments within the zebra's abode shone smartly - along with a little something on the riverbank, just as foretold; but with Steven panting and wheezing as he was after the journey, terra firma seemed to snickeringly shunt itself backwards as he slowly advanced, but finally his chin fainted upon grass, and Steven took a final breath. His journey was over! Zecora's signature stripes caught his attention through the window. Thing is, how was he to get inside...? Whilst thinking on that, wandering claws subconsciously but gingerly grabbed a vial of some colourful, translucent fluid in a simple glass jar. Steven's mind was much too tired to consider the tackiness of the stuff's hue in the sunlight, so down the hatch it went. What would it do? Just then, Steven's underside felt... odd to say the least. In the most dramatic way possible, Steven rolled over onto the shore, hoping to relieve any pressure befalling it. Ooh, it hurt so much it looked like it was bulging in a couple places - or was it? Oh no, oh no, this is bad, this is bad! What did Zecora do to him? Was it his guts, preparing to burst into a meaty firework of pain? Or were they... Legs! Landworthy, walkable legs! How wonderful! With the pain gone, and the legs fully grown, Steven was fully inclined to give them their first test. With a mighty heave, Steven was on his feet. He noted that ponies often had to practice and put lots of effort into achieving their first steps, but somehow these new appendages felt natural. Sure, the first few shambles were rigid and odd, but by picturing ponies in his mind, he soon got into the groove. He'd be sure to thank Zecora for them - now he could talk with ponies all he liked! But, Steven noted, they would likely be temporary , seeing how he would need to swim. [colour=purple]"Yoo-hoo, Zecora! It's Steven!"[/colour]

Have you met my avatar? Maple will most certainly be in attendance, carrying a special invention of hers - maple-cinammon tea packets.

Aww! That's pretty cute! Thanks!

Do you think I could get a drawing of Maple, either filly or adult, in the adorable "starry-eyed chew" pose? Example: http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121219172751/mlpfanart/images/thumb/4/4e/Lyra_and_Bon_Bon_eating_their_tails.gif/744px-Lyra_and_Bon_Bon_eating_their_tails.gif I'd like her to be nawming on either her tail, or a bottle of (exceptionally drippy) maple syrup? I have an addiction to d'awwwws. Thanks!

I just get a boring taiga to brown swamp...

It's a game on a website called OMGPop, which is free to signup (you don't even need to-play as a guest). When it's your turn, you're given a word or phrase and you have to draw it (writing it is against the rules), and everyone else has a minute to guess! The first person to guess it correctly gets 3 points, everyone else gets 1, and the drawer gets 2 if anyone guesses.If you're ever available, I can give you a short demo.

Greetings, acquiescing acquaintances! The rules are simple: What is your OC's "Licious" song? Inspired by the famous "Twilightlicious". I'll start with Maple: I'm the M to the A to the P and L and E And ain't no other pony make maple syrup like me! I'm Maplelicious! As always, it's your turn, folks!!

Hey, how about we get the whole TP team together and play Draw My Thing on Skype? I think it would be an awesome time! Do I smell a contest? Silly idea: Whichever team sticks closer to the original line wins...?

I'll do it.

My goodness, what a game. And yes, I drew that badly slightly on purpose. Kind of. Of course. Fun game, everyone!

My show notes: Welcome back, Erlenmeyer! Your flasks are pro! I had a mini-heartattack when I heard my name. I love how the debate club never took off lul. Erlenmeyer, you've guessed correctly! And yes, we will have mini-debates over what topic over which we shall have a debate. Confusing, but it's simple when you think about it. Please, please, join the debate club, everyone! I'll have a tournament bracket and everything! Personally, I think humanized ponies have their CM on their t-shirt or pantleg. Not on their skin eww. Erlenmeyer, I just realized how much I love your voice. Will you read me bedtime stories? XP I'm not sure if I agree with the "out of element" bit, especially because we know that Spike knows how to make tea (very dangerous, what with the boiling water) and bake for Twilight. BTW, Polsky has so far managed to make almost all of the characters reverse their element. RD got impatient and botched the test in TMPP's, Applejack didn't tell Spike to buzz off, Rarity went pro-servant (gift of freedom, baby)... the list goes on and on. Overall, a very fun episode, and I hope to see Erlenmeyer back in the future!

•Character: Steven Magnet (yes, Steven Magnet) •Reason of Voyage: Steven wants to see a new place, to explore the world! Besides, zebras are what got the sea serpent into fashion!! •Skills: Steven, capable of living underwater, can find many seaside resources, such as food, materials for food, and (of course) fashionable clothing. Who says you can't stay fabulous while fighting for your life in the uninhabited desert!?)

Wonderful! And yes you do