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Ay, that's right, ya Yanks haven't had yer Fanksgivin' al'righty-red...

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I'm grateful for my mind, because it has allowed me to surmount the idiocy my body presumes and join you guys in this lovely community without getting shunned.

Thank you, you guys, for being one of the best online communities this little Ping-eleventy-one has ever been on.

I kinda like the "Aquastria" pun.

Me too, but after proofreading for an imbecile who called Equestria "aquestria" for a couple months, if it starts with "A" and ends with "ia", I AM OUT.

What happened to the box-made-of-soap? That was hilarious...

AND TWINKIES!?!?

what is you birthday, and what is your favorite colour? These are the hardest questions to answer. Good luck.

(Oops, forgot you!)

My orbital festivities occur between midnight and 23:59 around the twenty-fourth day of the month of March.

My favourite hue, I would have to say, is

​. I've always liked blue, and the depth of it reminds me of summer's twilight here in Canada, when the sky becomes the most beautiful shade of blue once the sun sets.

Mario or Sonic and why

Hmm... In terms of 2D games for Gameboy and such, probably Sonic. That was some of the most fun I had as a kid, watching Sonic spin round and round... In terms of 3D, Mario just has purely superior quality, without making you feel like an idiot... except for the Bee Hive Galaxy and Up, Up in a Tree. In terms of cartoons, Mario, hands down. I mean, Sonic was just an arrogant flank in Sonic X. So, overall, Mario, it would seem. But Sonic comes in a close second. A good question!

Link or Samus and Why? winner of that or Captain Falcon and why? if the answer to that was captain falcon, does the answer stay the same if the falcon punch is not allowed to be considered?

Link. I played Metroid once when I was, like, six, and I didn't get it. I heard there were aliens somewhere, but I never saw any. Nor did I get any of the cool suits until I got bored. Maybe I should try again someday. Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker was one of the first games I had on my GameCube, and I got right into it. I loved hacking and slashing, and solving the puzzles felt rewarding, but not like it was served to me on a silver platter. As for them vs. Captain Falcon, I never actually played any Cpt. games, except for one round of Super Smash Bros. Even then, I had to get my cousins to agree not to Falcon Punch me, because it was just stupidly overpowered. So all in all, Link, even without the Falcon Punch.

I don't think the lot of you understand the importance of tradition in this situation.

When you think about it, there is no reason for the Aboriginal Peoples to still exist. The Europeans went all vini, vidi, vici on them, and that's that. However, the small amount of them that remained wanted to keep their people alive for as long as possible. So, they gave up modern technologies and stayed true to their ancestor's ways. This includes traditional rituals. Sure, the buffalo could just stampede somewhere else, but that was ancestral stampeding grounds, and people tend to get really angry when you mess with their routine.

I would've expected AJ on a fiddle, just because of how high-country that instrument is.

Hey there! Welcome to our community! I think you'll really find your way around here.

there can be secret questions?

what is the answer to my secret question?

∆V=(h-m)^2/100-s*e*100

Oh great and powerful Ping, I beseech thee! I require more knowledge in that of which is related to my hair follicle's!

How may I grow a 'stache as magnificent as your own?

I say old chap! The most splenderiffically efficient way to experience such a wonderful boom in upper-lip glory is to appear on the Canterlot Voice, forsooth! It may seem to be wonky and punkeydoodled, but I assure you, once but a word crosses your lips, your 'stache shall bloom within minutes!

Pet peeves?

Incompetent people who can't figure out basic puzzles, intolerants (to any denomination, not just bronies), capitalists, projectionists (not the movies, those who victimize themselves and blame other people), tomatoes, bicycles, misspelled words, people who don't make an effort to fix their grammar, your/you're, there/they're/their, dangling participles, hot weather, frost, snowless winters, my ankles, arts and crafts, the number six, you...

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There's a lot of 'em.

Steven Magnet had always appreciated the way the light of sun, the pony Princess’s golden orb, under which all of Equestria thrived and flourished, refracted through the waves and the ebb of his river home, projecting broad tentacles of light onto the surface of the muddy floor. The shapes it produced morphed by the second, and the sea serpent could just stare at it for hours on end, as the hypnotizing figures flashed from this to that. Sometimes he’d swish his leviathan of a tail about adjacent to the light beam, musing if he, with enough dexterity, could craft the shape into precisely the image he desired, and become their puppeteer. To be their controller, their ruler... Their undeniable ruler...

Other times, he just thought they looked pretty as he swam them by.

As of late, Steven has been frantically searching for ideas, for muses, for new forms of fashion of which he could utilize, or even invent. The reason for this seemingly manic search for clothing creation concepts? Why, he was selected as one of the top nine ponies - and sea serpents, as it would seem - in Equestria to vie for the most prestigious position as the apprentice one of the most talented ponies in the whole wide world! The one, the only, the mare, the myth, the legend.... PHOTO FINISH!

The reptilian still got giddy just saying it. He knew that somepony had to be watching him, and to report to PHOTO FINISH that little mister Steven Magnet was going to be in the top nine! The top nine in all of Equestria! That number is so low, he could count it on his claws. However, the serpent wasn’t entirely confident that he had a scale for every pony who had tried out for what he had done!

Unfortunately, Steven has not been around in pony society long enough to know what they wanted in their outfits. So, he had been trying his hardest to learn how to perform the pony arts - knitting, sewing, weaving - so that he could assemble his ensemble in a timely, neat fashion. Lacking materials, he had resigned to making seaweed vests and grass purl stitches for his training. He promised himself that for every time the flimsy plants had snapped, or ripped, or torn, there would be a fresh new roll of pre-made material ready for him.

That was another issue that the serpent had to contend with, causing him many sleepless nights; how would he design his clothing? Seaweed was just a flat, drab green. It wasn’t fabulous in any way, shape or form. Why? It lacked [colour=red]c[/colour][colour=orange]o[/colour][colour=green]l[/colour][colour=blue]o[/colour][colour=pink]u[/colour][colour=purple]r[/colour]! You need colour and style, to be proper and stand out, in order to even consider calling yourself fabulous! And green is so last season. It’s just not a creative colour anymore to Steven, he’d seen so many of his garments awash in it! So that is why Steven was currently zipping through the Manebrush River, which cuts through the Everfree Forest, searching for something, anything, to add a dash of colour to his handiwork.

Anything.

Extroverted (E) 53.33% Introverted (I) 46.67%

Intuitive (N) 56.41% Sensing (S) 43.59%

Thinking (T) 61.76% Feeling (F) 38.24%

Judging (J) 52.94% Perceiving (P) 47.06%

[colour=black]ENTJ - "Field Marshall". The basic driving force and need is to lead. Tend to seek a position of responsibility and enjoys being an executive. 1.8% of total population.[/colour] (Probably the 2nd rarest huh?)

I feel lonely =( but the % values are reasonable since I am a black/white person - but I am black and white at the same time, just not grey.

Third or fourth. Rarest is INFJ, followed by INTJ.

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/22329/Pinkie-Watches-Paint-Dry

What a coincidence.

They SO took that last scene from Pinkie Watches Paint Dry. Yes, that is a fic.

I say, old chap!

Ooh, I can spoil now.

They SO took that last scene from Pinkie Watches Paint Dry. Yes, that is a fic.

Also, don't you think that last scene is a little anti-ADD, meaning that if you get distracted easily, you get murdered? Yummy thought.

Sad Pinkie... NAOR.

Also, matching tees? Team Pinkie? Oh noes... TWIIIILIIIIGHT! (and not the good kind)

If Pinkie's clones had matching personalities, why not memories?

Shutterfly. Genius. Also a website.

Wouldn't hay juice just be dew?

Twi, stop giving Pinkie ideas! You're doing powerful magic that can permanently ruin a living begin's QOL, and you, at the same moment, suggest more powerful magic!

First!

I actually watched a 5-minutes-early airing!

No spoilers, but a FANTASTIC epi! One of my favourites!

Maple gave a silent thanks to Celestia for letting her have the experience, stamina, and determination to even consider joining the race this late in the game. Her hooves were moving faster than they ever had before, even from the bed to her delicious waffles on her previous birthday, to at least find the rest of the marathoning pack. She noticed a light drizzle had proceeded her, making the grass field ahead of her obscured by silver fog. On a more fillylike note, the raindrops sounded like an ant's applause, so Maple attempted to slip a giggle into her panting, and made sure to put extra downward force on her next couple steps, both to avoid slipping on the damp pile of grass just ahead of her, and to add her own applause. Speaking of which, she had a race to run! She may be late to the party, but who says you have to start first to end first? Sure, she may not blast her way to a runaway first immediately, but that doesn't mean she couldn't have fun, and knock down a couple leaves in the process!

Maple pondered if there would be any maple trees along the way. Just in case, shehad strapped her trusty sap spigot to her hind-left hoofstrap. It wasn't particularly obtrusive to her gait, the way she had placed it, but it swung back and forth on her leg out of rhythm with her gallop. Mmm... maple syrup... She made sure to have a cupful (or two... or three... or six...) of the stuff this morning so that if her tongue found a morsel sticking to the crevices between her teeth, the mini-explosion on her tongue would allow her to focus enough to charge ahead in the race. Either that, or she was hungry.

Finally, the race was in view! Given, it was very far away. Very far away. With one final swipe of the tongue over her teeth, Maple put her pedal to the metal (or was it the grass?) and pushed her muddy hooves harder than she thought she possibly could. The other ponies were producing clouds of dust when their legs pushed off the turf. Pah! Maple had somehow managed to produce a mud-cloud large enough to re-paint her tail, failing repeated flicks. Slowly, slowly, the racers became more detailed, more lifelike, and most importantly, larger.

Maple was sweating like an apple bucker on a summer's day, a saying she had learned from her father, as she held her breath one final time, and gave her hooves a mighty leap from the ground, sailing past a few of the more fatigued competitors, and right into the fray. Eventually her gait fell in line with the others, and she gradually reduced it to a brisk canter. She had done it - she was in the Running of the Leaves! So many ponies! So many faces! Maybe she'd like to chat with one, but for now, the only thing she needed to hear were her hoofsteps, her manic breaths, and the tiny pling the spigot made. Looking around, she noticed that there was a large series of trees on the hillside, each one adorned with the juiciest, reddest, most delicious-looking apples Maple had ever seen.

I missed it last year, as it would turn out, so I'd like to enter Maple into the race! She'll bring her trusty spigot too, in case she needs a snack.

PANCAKES! How much to you love them!?

I be its not more than me

My record so far is eight 10cm pancakes, and I drink maple syrup straight up. That's plenty of love. Plus, Fancy Maple is hugging pancakes.

Do you ride a moose to school like how I ride camels to the market?

There aren't many moosen in this area, nor are they very good to ride. Seriously, their knees are knobblier than you think.

given helpfulness is good and repetition is bad, is helping ping ping good or bad?

Hand hook hoof car door? Fun fun happy happy times aside, I can ping just fine on my own.

Good day, old chaps! [colour=grey](I like it!)[/colour]

I noticed some other bronies doing it, and I thought it would be fun!

You can ask me just about anything - opinions, facts, and more - and I'll give you as honest an answer as I can!

Please note, I do NOT do your homework, so don't play me.

Have fun!

I got an 897 in the Arcade mode of Fruit Ninja...

Heh, but that aside...

I beat the entirety of Pikmin 2 without cheating or using a strategy guide. All 201 treasures.

I beat Super Smash Bros. on my first try.

In Mount and Blade: Napoleonic Wars, I staved off the enemy alone for a whole three minutes, before finding enough time to load a cannon and fire, which thinned them out even further. I ended up losing, but it was so much fun.

I can killstreak in Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood for over 8 minutes.

I beat Portal 1 in 15 minutes, with practice. No joke.

Before all else:

To anyone spelling it "flugal horn" or something of the like, it is called a flugelhorn. It's a German word, meaning it's pronounced "fleu-gl-horn", "eu" being said like "ewwwww".

Gak night, and I'll see you in the morning.

GAK GAK GAK!!!!

GAK GAK GAK IS SO EDIBLE, YOU'LL DIE CHOKING ON GAK GAK GAK! GAK GAK GAK IS NOT EDIBLE, BUT YOU'LL EAT IT ANYWAY! AND YOU'LL BUY GAK GAK GAK ANYWAY, EVEN THOUGH GAK GAK GAK IS A USELESS PRODUCT! GAK GAK GAKGAK GAK GAKGAK GAK GAKGAK GAK GAKGAK GAK GAK!

STOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP.

WHAT THE HONEST BUCK

I never got a true grasp on all the characters Tara played. Turns out, she was the voicetrack to my early childhood.

It seems to me that the RP does work in the "shake of the weary limbs" kind of way. I like to think of it as a book a group of people are writing together, and they use literary devices to make it, well, a better book.

No other INFJs?

I feel special!

You're right - INFJ is the rarest MBTI type!

I have over 80 hours clocked as a mentlegen. Come at me, bro

I have over 240 hours clocked as a mentlegen.

Come at ME, brah