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It needs a small fence and a path, Brauner. Can't forget about that.

Greetings, friend! But, he who would cross the Bridge to Canterlot must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see: What... is your name? What... is your quest? What... is your favorite color?

My six-year-old step brother dismisses it as a girl's show. Other than that, I haven't any experience with young kids and MLP:FiM.

Oh, Dusty, you so silly. You accidentally the word!

The Gelded Mare was a fine ship, that she was. That was something Chimera couldn't deny. She was just a bit large for his taste, but who was he to complain? He had spent several days on the ship, doing nothing. He was even beginning to regret coming. He just wanted to do what he had to, and get out as soon as possible. There was little to no contact with the others aboard, he barely even knew any of their names. Save for the Inquisitor, of course. Chimera was in the mess hall when the announcement rang throughout the ship. Somewhat reluctantly, he downed the last of his drink, threw out his trash, and put on his helmet. He was rarely seen without it. He had his reasons. As the trek down the corridor began, Chimerabegan thinking. It was like he was trekking down the hall through the stars. He was on a. . . star trek. He was just getting tired of hearing his boots slam down on the metal floor when he reached the briefing room. He stepped in, and found he was the first one to arrive. "Tactical Marine Chimera of the Imperial Hoofs reporting." He stated to the Inquisitor, and gave a small salute. This was his first good look at the Inquisitor. Well, the first that he cared about. Chimera's eyes ran over the Inquisitor. He certainly was intimidating, and would truly be a terrifying adversary. And, thus, he waited for the rest of his allies to come. ((OOC: Wait. The Inquisitor is a. . . male? He looked a LOT like a mare.))

'G.' Major sat quietly as the stallion chit-chatted with his costumers. When the flash, well, flashed, he was just sipping the last of his coffee. He jumped up, but his hoof slipped on a drop of coffee that must've spilled, and 'G.' ended up with his face meeting the floor. His glasses flew off his face, and landed in the corner. When 'G.' got up, he saw the stallion - who used some evil sorcery to change his coat color - trot in. He rubbed his head, and walked over and picked up his glasses. 'G.' put them back on, and nodded at the idea of coming back. "I-I can do that, n-no problem. S-see you t-tomorrow!" he replied as he walked out the door, and headed home, somewhat dissapointedhe had no tuba.

6 - 9 seasons? But wasn't it confirmed that Twilight's marriage is in the ELEVENTH season? What blasphemous sorcery is this!?

Hrm, I vaguely remember a game where, like, some evil knights or something took over the king's castle, and you had to recover it by doing mini-games, or soemthing like that.

Would it be that picture? Because it IS pretty epic. EDIT: Oh, and riverhippo, AJ is biased. Very. VERY. Biased.

My Little Phony: Photoshop is Magic!

NO BUENO

Wait, what!?

That. Was. AWESOME. Favorite line: "This is MY book, and I'M GOING TO READ IT!"