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If any of you guys want to have a diceless game, in which everything is imaginary (and totally up to the DM), I'm game, either as player or DM.

Wind Waker. (MUAHAHAHAHAHAhahHAHAHAHA)

Here are my totally unedited show notes that I took while watching it. Make what you will of it. Maybe you'll be able to match up my notes (which I took when the notable event happened) to scenes? Show notes - S3E6 • Scootaloo does not have sisters - nor family • Can COME, not can GO • Guilt tripping ftw • Sweetie :C faic • NU RUNBO U KIL FLOOTERSHI TREZ • Scootacopter? Good tranny tho • Like the Quidditch Cup with that wizard tent • RD's voice cracks like crazy - she's playing RD and AJ • Madeleine Peters plays the insane role really well • Hit the straw lul • Teddy bears shouldn't exist - they were the result of Roosevelt's hunting trip • Spinny derp faic, i liek • What tells me we're going to see a lot of mismatched eyes? • Wooona! • RD, u snore y • Scootaloo is now officially demented singer • Is there a hum in here, eh? Timmy snowshoe potatoes Noofie eh? • *twitch twitch* • Rarity touching Sweaty Belle? • Scootaloo, sleep by day, wake by night? • Sleeping while driving - click it or ticket! • Murray's day off? • Did you just lose your scooter? • Hindquarters - her butt is in the soil... • Not sure if moral of the story is to be yourself or to avoid nightmares • Silly Scoot, u no unicorn, u no get branchy • Iroquois firebow? • Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows… Welcome to Equestria • Literal AJ is literal • Shrimps' brain is in their chest, so shaddup • OOOOAAAAAAAAATTSSSSSSSSSSSS • I thought you were good at singing… • Into the deeepeeeest recesses of her miiiiind • WOOOOOOOONAAAAA • Lucid dreams motherbucker • Luna: Inception? • Yep, she lost her scooter • Pegasus ex machina much? • SCOOTALOVE IS CANON • Is that a Chanel logo? • Thank you, have nice day All in all, I give this episode 3/5. It was good story and animation, had a decent moral, and was really rather funny, and also lots of Woona, but I just don't think Scootaloo is a sufficiently developed personality yet. All we know is that she idolizes RD, but cannot fly.

Cripe, I forgot! Not only that, there were so many unfinished conversations! Oh well, that was my first event, and I think it was a good one, even if I didn't get a shiny. Onward, to Winter Wrap Up! Woo!

I'm in for lines.

Sorry I didn't have time to finish your conversations, guys. Maple'll catch her breath by now. Edit: 200 POSTS!

Have you been paying attention to my Fact of the Day stream? What is the longest isogram?

Good day, old chaps! I'm currently in a couple RP's, but I've made as much effort as possible to make sure that they can all happen at the same time, by showing my characters travelling from one RP to the next. However, this effort now has me in a bit of a juxtaposition for my latest roleplay. One one hand, I want to have the more enriching experience of WoE players, but on the other hand, I just want to have a shorter event for fun. I was wondering if it was against or within the rules to be at multiple places at once? Obviously, I could say the event took place in the past, but it kind of revolves around the friends my OC's made over her "life". Thanks for any help!

Oh! Well, that would probably explain something. Silly me!

It took several heart-throbbing minutes (or what seemed like eternities) of nonstop galloping before the hind runner's- well, hind - came into focus. Although her vision was blurred by a stinging spray of sweat rushing down all the contours of her face, she was finally in sufficient proximity to examine, through squinted eyes, this mare's Cutie Mark - a sparkly something. Was she a gem hunter? Is that a moon in the background? Is that even a mare? All this mental activity while her heart was struggling to keep her body oxygenated was causing Maple a serious headache, so she flipped an invisible switch in her noggin. A special switch that she had developed while trudging through the frozen journey that was her first business trip, when thinking about how cold, hungry, tired or downright bored she was would simply amplify the emotion twentyfold. This switch didn't activate any "eclecticity", no - this switch simply shut off her higher mental processes, and allowed her woodsmare instinct to take over her trembling, shivering form, and complete the goliath task undeterred. Only now she wasn't simply walking a major distance - she was running it. With a hallucinatory click, all the echoes, panting, and whining inside the mare's head simply vanished into the swirling onyx void, and Maple barely noticed her legs' wide circular motions, or the repeated thumping of her hooves on the dusty roads. She didn't have the capability of taking in the true glory of the autumn spectrum on her home, as it once was on her birthday. Nor did she even get a glimpse of the recently-overturned silver bucket of tree sap, about to spread its sticky maw right into her path. That awkward squish followed by the sucker-like shlop shlop shlop circling around her hooves woke her out of her trance, and Maple's brain once again flooded with phantoms of her voice, her panting, and the millions of hoofsteps her fellow racers were issuing. Not to mention, her legs now had to use twice as much effort to lift themselves off the suddenly very adhesive ground. The mare looked down, but saw no mighty appendages of pearl. Instead, she saw what could only be described as an extension of the surrounding terrain, what with all the wet soil and fallen leaves that were stubbornly attached to them. A very, very, very loud grunt exploded out of the mare's mouth, an onomatopoeic cocktail of frustration, despair, and a whole lot of fatigue. This made quite a few ponies turn their heads curiously, their eyes awash in confusion. A small pack of ponies, cantering merrily in the distant front, asked a few questions, which Maple just barely understood with the incessant numbing and ringing now consuming her senses. The first query Maple tuned the tattered dregs of attention onto which she was clinging originated from a dusk-shaded unicorn. It began with something of a greeting with a side comment the mare didn't quite catch, and then something she finally heard full on: [colour=#8b4513]"These your buckets?"[/colour] Miraculously, Maple managed to chisel a hole in her still-rapid breathing for a bit of a chuckle, before replying sheepishly: [colour=red]"H-heh, these are my... b-buckets alright. I live in these h-here woods, and I was gettin' some sap for my latest b-batch of s-s-syrup!"[/colour] It was taking a disturbing amount of effort to drag out even the simplest sentences. Maybe uttering something she didn't even have to think about would help? Or maybe doing it all in one breath, to avoid the risk of panting? Why not both? [colour=red]"Hiimmaplewhatsyourname?"[/colour] Well, at least she didn't stutter. Good enough. Eurgh, too much talking. Too much breathing. TOO MUCH THINKING! click.

Psst... Guys, a spigot is a type of faucet, and I'd thought I'd stated clearly enough that Maple didn't have any buckets. I'll roll with it, so don't bother editing your posts, but just know for next time Maple's hooves were syrupy because she was trying to staunch the flow of syrup exiting the spigot.

Maple had fallen out of the race for the longest time after tiring herself out with her opening charge. She wasn't a sore loser in most circumstances, and she had joined the race late after all. However, the mixture of the rain, the trembling of her legs, and a bunch of ponies too sweaty to talk to her just seemed like too much for the mare. Instead, she decided to canter back home, into the Whitetail Woods. It was quite a long journey, yes, but Maple's hooves were used to distance walking. Running, on the other hoof, had turned out very differently. With no creatures in sight a few kilometres from home, Maple jumped a bit to notice a low grumbling noise. In all of the dashing and sweating she had done, Maple hardly noticed the repeated growling of her stomach. Without even a second thought she slid the silver spigot off its holster with a shwing, and tossed it at the nearest maple tree with dart-like precision. Once it had stopped bouncing and was thoroughly buried in the tree's bark, Maple turned tail and gave the spigot a quick but firm buck. The metallic binka-bonka of sticky maple sap droplets slowly flowing into the closed faucet only made Maple's mouth water even more. Sad thing is, you can't eat pure maple sap - it's so bland and boring it's just like drinking sticky water - so you have to cook it first. Normally, one'd pour the stuff into a bucket and put it under a low simmer for a couple of hours, but Maple was impatient, not to mention skilled, so a sly smirk crawled across her face as she mumbled, [colour=red]"But I don't have a bucket..."[/colour] Yes, in her many years of making this sweet goo, Maple has figured out the fastest, most efficient ways to make her product without harming the quality at all. Sometimes, these techniques take a dive into the unorthodox. And right now, her hooves took a dive to pick up a hoofful of large rocks, and a tuft or two of grass. Sandwiching the blades between the stones, she began smacking them together repeatedly and rubbing, and later rather than sooner, the stones shot out a tiny spark the grass burst into a very minuscule flame. Quickly, the mare grabbed some more grass, and expanded the fire. Pressing the flaming bundle to the thin spigot, as it turns out, cooks a small amount of maple syrup in very little time. However, when things get warmer, they expand, and that means... [colour=red]"Uh-oh..."[/colour] Just as soon as the revelation dawned on her, a pressurized stream of amber, ooey-gooey liquid began spewing out of the spigot's orifice. But, like Maple quoted, she didn't have a bucket, nor bowl, neither a Trixie cup to catch all of the maple syrup. Stupid reflexes... Maple now has very sticky, but delicious, front hooves. Just perfect for running. A sigh. A gasp. With all of the work she'd been doing, she didn't even hear the stampede coming behind her. And now it was getting closer! With wide, blue, eyes, she craned her neck around to see the herd of beasts coming towards her, to trample her. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was the syrup, but Maple seemed stuck to her spot. And that's when she saw it. A raging river of- Ponies. The Running of the Leaves, of course! It was running through all the forested areas of Equestria! The runners were certainly doing a good job - Maple noticed quite a few trees being shaken loose of their leaves - but that could only mean one thing. She was still in this! With one last energy-giving swipe of her syrupy hooves, she planted them down, and began to run headlong into the race. May fortune be upon dear Maple this day...

Well, I've seen it by now. Yay, I'm officially androgynous~

Who is best sentient waffle?

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