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Tonight was the big night, one that so many Ponies, Griffons and all other sorts have spent quite a good while practicing for: The Canterlot DJ Battle Royale. This was the big one, the biggest and most important DJ battle you could ever ask for of the year, and the grand prize was amazing: The winner gets a hefty sum of bits, and also gets to be Celestia's personal DJ at the next Grand Galloping Gala. This was about as big a prize as you could get, and playing for Celestia herself.....now that sort of gig is something someponies would give their left hoof for. As such, all sorts of competition arrived at the castle gates, ready to show their stuff. One of these competitors was a green and orange Diamond Dog pushing a large tabletop that was on wheels, a custom model he did himself to allow him to show off his.....special brand of music. He had a box of chocolate glazed doughnuts set on top, a snack he always took with him while he was at gigs. He walked through the gates and was amazed at the sights before his own two orange-tinted eyes. "So this is it, eh? Not to shabby. I think a Dog like me could get used to this...." He had never been to Canterlot before, so these sights indeed amazed him. The tall towers of the castle, the beautiful flora he saw, even the cool breeze blowing through his thick hair.....it was a feeling of amazement unlike any he had felt before. Continuing forwards, he saw that a mass group had formed around the main gate. Mares, Stallions, Colts, Griffons and Fate-knows-what else were standing around there, waiting. Going to one of the Stallions, he asked them "Hey dude, ya know exactly what's goin' on?" The only reply he got back was "We're waiting for the gate to open. Stupid schedules, I hate them so much...." Looks like they'd be stuck out back for a little while before they could be let in. "Welp, I guess that just means a chance to enjoy some snackage whilst I wait then!" Opening his box, he grabbed a doughnut and started to eat it. "It seems like quite a few dudes know what they're doin' tonight. Still, I got this one in the bag. Just gotta wiz right through the freestyle round and then get a good spot in the battle round, and then this whole gig is my doughnut to devour...." He was confident, cocky even. He was a skilled DJ, having won the last five compos he had entered in a row. To him, this was nothin' more than one more compo to destroy the newbies in, just as he always did.

Name: The name's Clutch Vibrafang, if you really need to ask. I usually prefer bein' called by my stage name, DJ SOUNDBYT3. Basically what it means is shown on the tin, seems obvious enough if ya ask me. Sex: I'm a dude, even though some of these mutts down there have spent a good amount of their time back then jokingly sayin' otherwise, the stupid lot they can be. Age: I'm basically about a full-grown Dog, just recently got there. Species: I'm a Diamond Dog, and unless fate says otherwise, that's what I am. Got a problem with that, punk? Pelt Color: Most of my fur used to be a blah gray, but I decided to dye it green to stand out. Hey, you'd dye your fur too if yours looked as dull as mine was. Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: I also dyed my hair and tail green, and even dyed the tips of said hair and tail orange. If ya don't like it, you can kiss my flank. Eye Color: My eyes have a nice, bright shade of orange going on. Helps me see in the dark a bit better when things get ugly. Cutie Mark: Cutie Mark? Pfffft, who needs a stupid thing like that tellin' ya where your life's gonna go when all ya need is your skills and intuition? Physique: I ain't gonna lie, i'm a skinny mutt. Probably could be snapped in half by half of those burly lugs if they wanted to. That's why i've learned to use my smarts around 'em, because a smart skinny Dog means an alive Dog. Origin: Oh, ya wanna hear my origin story? Eh, I got nothin' better to do, so i'll tell ya. Basically, I was the runt of your typical litter of Diamond Dogs, skinny and weak as a Pup could be. Lemme tell ya, being the skinny one in the pack is not fun, especially if your 'siblings' decide to turn ya into the family chew toy.....in a way I don't think you'd want me to describe. Messy details and all that fun stuff. For us, we learned three simple things growing up: Gems are the very lively-hood of our species' existence, digging for them is 'the best honor a Diamond Dog can do for his fellow kin' or whatever manure they were sayin' to us, and that gems can do amazing stuff when ya use 'em right. As I was put to work in the mines when I came of age, I soon learned that two of those three things were nothing but buffalo manure, as I soon learned that goin' through that dirt and trying to dig through it wasn't my style. Ya see, I didn't mind it at first, but somethin' felt.....off, if ya know what I mean. It felt like this wasn't my style, wasn't what I was supposed to be doin' with my life. This feeling kept on hittin' me harder and harder until eventually I took a good long myself and said "Buck that noise, i'm gettin' out of this mess!" I only wished it was that simple though. Ya see, there's a reason why ya don't normally see Diamond Dogs quittin' when they don't wanna do any diggin' anymore: Ya see, any Dog caught leavin' his 'duty' is gonna be branded a traitor, and then come the guards. Big, burly guards 'bout as big as your typical gem stash in the vault. So yeah, not exactly the kind of situation that would be simple for me to get out of. Thankfully though I had a plan, and crazy as it seemed to be in my head at the time, i'm glad I went through with it. Basically, here's how the plan was to go: First I would go along with my usual routine until I fake an illness, so as to be sent to the recovery hall. From there, I'd be led into the doctor's office to be 'checked up' on. I knew that it always took at least five minutes for the doctor to get from his 'office' to the room i'd be sent into (if ya wanna know why I know this, i'm a skinny Dog, of course I ended up there a lot, so thus I know how his time schedule worked), so i'd use that small window of time to escape from there and then book it out of these mines, never looking back and enjoying a life of freedom at long last. ....Well, that was the plan anyways. A funny thing about life is that no matter how well ya plan things out, they never go the way you hope they do. On the day that I decided to go along with my plan, it went smoothy at first: I went along with my routine, faked the illness, and got brought into the doctor's office. The one thing I didn't count on happening though was the doctor himself being sick as well, and thus getting a replacement to take over for him for the day. I facepawed harder than I ever did when I realized this, and knew my plans were about to go out in smoke, leaving me trapped in these mines forever to deal with this manure of a life I was in. But then, something weird happened. I dunno what exactly happened next, but right then I decided to make a break for it. I dunno why I came to this idea, or what in my derped brain even thought it was a good idea at the time, but the very next thing I did was push the doctor aside and bolted out of the office. Naturally, as know fate itself hated my existance, the sub doctor called for the guards to capture me for 'assaulting a trained professional'. For the next several minutes, I ran from these burly thugs they would even dare to call "protectors of our way of life". Just imagine silly chase music playing while one guy gets chased for a long time, and ya get the idea of how it went. I eventually ran into what seemed to be a dead end, almost certain that those brutes would find and manhandle me, but then came a sound. Yes, a sound, and what a sound it was. It was coming from an entryways to the left of me, and even though certain pain was about to hit me hard once those guards got to me, I felt like I just had to figure out what exactly it was. Following what my big ears heard in front of me, I wandered onwards to....whatever it was. I soon found out, as I saw the most amazing sights and sounds I ever had the grace to see and hear: This Pony, a species I had previously thought was forbidden to come into our home, was making these amazing sounds on what looked to be a table with records on them. She scratched and turned and did all sorts of amazing tricks, and the crowd loved her every move and sound. It was then that it hit me like a ton of rubies: That's exactly the kind of thing I should be doing, that I was......destined to do, pardon the cheesy line. Unfortunately, the guards were getting close, and I knew that if I didn't figure out what to do within the next few seconds, i'd be spending the rest of my days being flogged by whips (and trust me when I say those things leave a pain on your flank you'll think will NEVER leave). Thus, I was naturally panicking like crazy. I had to figure out something, and fast. This lead to what I did next, and the reason I am who I am today: I ran towards that table thing as fast as my legs could take me, guards following me or not. I was desperate at that moment, and was going for anything I thought could save my flank. I felt that if I could reach that table, I could somehow be safe from all of this madness. Well, I got to the table quickly, leaning downwards because I was almost out of breath. I looked up and there she was: This one Mare was looking straight back at me, probably wondering what kind of crazy mutt would try to rush up to her. I thought then that my figurative goose was cooked, for I saw those stupid burly brutes had gotten into the room and were searching for me. I was about ready to give up, when something happened that I couldn't believe ended up happening: She gave a smirk towards me and said "Play along with me and you'll be fine." For a moment I was stiff as a stalagmite, honestly surprised that this....Pony would ask me to join her. Besides, back then I thought I couldn't even possibly have anything to do with music. Still, it was either join in with this seemingly crazy mare, or get flogged. Naturally, I chose the option that didn't involve flogging. I quickly moved right beside her and was dumfounded by the sight before my eyes: all these buttons, sliding things, knobs, and so on and whatever. I didn't even know where to begin, so I did what anyone would've done then: I copied what I saw her do on the table. I turned knobs, slid things down and up, even scratched records. I wasn't exactly perfect at it, but considering it was my first time ever doing this....thing, I actually wasn't half-bad. It certainly was alright with the crowd, as they seemed to love what I was doing. As time passed on, it seemed more and more obvious that little miss mare wasn't touching anything at all. I looked to my left and saw her just sitting there, watching me. It turned out that the entire time, it was me doing all that. This 'DJing' thing I had done for the first time was the best thing I had ever done, and for the love of Fate, I wanted to do more of it. Unfortunately, the guards were easily able to locate me and quickly surround me. I thought I was a dead Dog, about to suffer pain that makes me wince to think about to this day. But then she trotted up to me, holding this strange card, and told them "I'm sorry dude, but this Dog's with me now. Can't let such an awesome DJ like this go to waste, right?" One of the guards snatched it from her hoof and looked at it. I could tell his blood was boilin' when he crumpled up the card and threw it at her, looking at me with such a look of disgust and yelling to me "Fine them mutt, you have your freedom. But mark my words, if I ever catch you in these mines again, I shall ensure your pain knows no end!" Yeesh, what a grouch that guard was. Still, I seemingly had my way out of this dead-beat life of mine and into a new one. The only problem was.....what would I do then? I took a good look at this mare who had, for whatever reason, saved my flank and said to her "Thanks....I guess. So yeah.....what exactly do I do now?" She just smirked at me again and told me these words i'd never forget as long as I still exist: "Just enjoy your life to the fullest, and do what ya think matters most. If ya put your mind to it, i'm sure ya can do anything ya wanna do!" She then trotted out of that room, and that was the last I ever saw of her. With my freedom gained and the knowledge that this place was pretty much now forbidden for me to ever go back to, I grabbed whatever things I could carry with me and I left those Mines, glad that I was finally done with that gloomy hole in the ground for good. All that was left to do then was to figure out what exactly to do now that I had my entire life to enjoy. I was at first not sure exactly where to go or what to do, but then I remembered that mare and her DJ skills. I then realized what i'd dedicate my life to: I would become a DJ, the best that there ever was, and maybe even gain some respect from others so I could finally stop being seen as nothin' more than a mutt in the eyes of others. ....and that's basically about I ended up where I am today. Sure, there was a period of time between then and now where I had to practice my DJ skills, but I don't think you'd really care much 'bout that. As for this stage name of mine, DJ SOUNDBYT3, I started usin' it 'cause 'Clutch Vibrafang', while a nice name, ain't exactly somethin' that'd catch your attention to be honest. I did it 'cause it sounded cool, and as i've learned from being in the world of the DJ, being and sounding cool is very el importante in ya wanna stand out, if ya ask me. So yeah, if ya ever wondered how I came into doin' all this DJing I do now, now ya know. Roleplay Type: Mane RP, no questions asked here. Occupation: As I said before, i'm a DJ and quite a good one as far as I give a rat's flank. I do gigs all over Equestria, mainly whatever gives good pay in bits. Ya gotta be able to eat, after all. But if there's a DJ battle goin' on, all comers inviting, i'm sure as buck goin' to it to show my stuff. After all, the best feelin' in the world is when ya show your skills off and out-do the rest of 'em. Motivation: Why exactly do I do what I do? Simply put, 'cause it feels amazing, and it's where I ended up going to after that crazy mare led me out of that dump of a 'home' I used to live in. Plus, the beats, the rhythm and the notes as they flow through your ears.....there's just nothin' quite like it. Likes: If ya ask me, I enjoy my life as a DJ, blasting the day and night away with some sick jams. I also have a fondness for doughnuts that'd put several Ponies to shame. I know, weird, but when I had my first chocolate sprinkled doughnut, it was the best thing I ever ate. Nowadays I always bring a box of 'em with me to every gig I do. Oh yeah, and I also love to experiment a bit with whatever it is I do. After all, the best way to keep it fresh for the audience is to see how ya can mix it up a bit. Dislikes: I'm not exactly that much of a negative guy usually, but there are a few things that get to me more than anything. First of all, NEVER try to take my doughnuts while i'm performing. That's just a one-way ticket to pain. Secondly, I tend to get a bit serious when I do my thing, and show-offs tend to irk me a bit, especially during a DJ battle. This is a DJ battle dude, NOT a dance battle or a 'lookit me' competition after all. Finally, if there's one 'pet' peeve that's almost driven me to the point of insanity, it's when DJs either go off-synch with their tunes or go VERY loud and jarring. That sort of manure just makes me wince in pain, due to my big ears. It takes a long-flank time to get my ears to start hearing normally after that, ok? Character Summary: You probably wanna know more about me myself, eh? Well then, I guess i'll start then. Basically, i'm a skinny dude who ain't exactly what you'd picture a Diamond Dog to look like, but hey, I like to be different from the others. Here's a pic of me if ya ever wanna remember what I look like: Not too shabby, eh? Yeah, i'm weird like that. What ya don't see is my fancy pants, orange and stuff, with netted sides showin' off my legs. Even got on these black sandals on my hind paws (it's a long story, let's just say the Stallion these belonged to ain't gonna be missin' these any time soon). My tail.....well, it's poofy. Let's just get that fact out of the way for those of ya who wanna laugh at it. Anyway, I tend to act a bit....like a pain, I guess I could say. I guess i'm an alright Dog sometimes, but I sometimes let myself go and act rude, which is def. not cool to do, 'specially with other DJs if my temper gets outta hand like it does sometimes. Really need to work on that, I do. Anywho, I'm not all that bad though, as I do luvs me some competition. Always gets me in the mood and lets me show off my true DJ skills.....in a proper manner, of course. After all, we ain't her to be fancy, we came to play some MUSIC. So yeah, If ya wanna show your stuff, best be ready to bring your best! (and thus finally ends the nth hours of typing this silly thing up at least, so I can finally let my hands fall off of my arms in peace. Hopefully I did alright enough for this to be accepted and what-not. :U )

Basically, i'm starting this big series thing on a character i'm calling DJ SOUNDBYT3, a Diamond Dog DJ, who plays remixes in a style he likes to call 'Cavecore' (even if some disagree with what he calls it). The first vidja's here if ya wanna see where i'm going with this: . I'm hoping to eventually get this to build up steam and lead up to both him and DJ Pon-3 doing a sort-of "DJ battle" where the two are playing and remixing a tune back and forth, trying to out-do the other.I wanna have a pic of the two DJing, competing against each other, but I can't because I am basically a derp at drawing things. As such, I need the help of somebody who can draw decently to do this. Basically, the idea is to have each of them at their own soundboard (or whatever it's called, because i'm an idiot who can't remember the names of things) playing music at each other, each having a different look on their face (a serious, focused stare from DJ SOUNDBYT3 and a cocky grin from DJ Pon-3 ) while they play. For the OC DJ himself, here's two pics: a sprite sheet of him (since I lurv sprites so much) and a sprite art of his top half close up. If anypony would be able to handle this request of mine, that'd be awesome. Hopefully I can indeed get help with this.

Snake nodded, then said to Max "Alright then. I didn't expect a perfect 180 change for ya, just at least to understand about what you've done." Opening his briefcase, he pulled out another bottle, this time of a brown, almost syrup-like liquid, and attached his sprayer attachment to it. He then trotted up to the start of where this jungle mess started at, and looked up again at the window. "Give me but a few minutes, and your flank will be home-free!" He started spraying the rapidly growing grass, still getting taller by the minute. After a few seconds, the grass began to shorten, and soon that particular patch of grass was back to normal size. Of course, he knew that was nothing compared to the rest of the vegetation in the way. As such, he started to get to work. But no sooner than he had walked past it, the grass had grown back to being tall again. The stuff he was using only had a temporary effect on the plants here, so he'd have to work fast if he wanted to get Max and his staff out of there before it was too late. "I just hope he's ready to get out of here asap" he told himself as he started his trek to the front door, "I only got so much of this stuff to use after all!"

Snake realized what was going on here: His family had left him, just like his own mother and father did. He actually felt a bit sorry for Max, seeing that his upbringings led him to being the Stallion he was today. If he was to break through into that thick skull of his, he'd have to do something he didn't expect himself to do. "Listen, I don't care about the way you act or yell towards me, but I do understand what it means to be without the very family that was supposed to take care of you and being alone to fend for yourself." He turned his head to face away from the mansion, and then exclaimed to him "I used to live a......decent life, so to speak, happy with my mother and.....my dad. It wasn't the best of lives one could live, me and father working our flanks off just to stay alive long enough to see the sun rise again the next day.....but it was a life. But as I would learn soon enough" he yelled, his tone becoming more filled with rage, "I learned the hard way of the cruel reality of what the elite side of this city were truly like....." "My mother became sick with a strange disease, one that only the best hospital in Manehattan could possibly cure, but if I knew what would happen next......" Looking down at the ground, he continued. "Your elites' precious hospital ended up not only making the bill for the medicine she'd need too expensive for anypony not of the elite to even hope to afford, but they even had the nerve......no, they had the GALL to not only throw us out, but also ban us from ever being able to go there ever again! Soon enough, she became too sick, and shortly afterwards she.....past on...." He began to sob, about to lose it right there. "But it doesn't end there. Oh noooo, not even close." Scrunching up his front hooves tightly, he then went on. "After that, my father became hateful, spiting ever thinking of marrying such a 'good-for-nothing buckin' MULE'. We ended up in a heated argument over her which led to us saying some.....spiteful things towards each other. He even wished he had 'married that rich unicorn when I had the chance, so I wouldn't have ever needed to deal with such a useless piece of manure like you'!" More tears went down his cheek, all his rage and sorrow focused on this one Stallion. "I couldn't stand it anymore, my own dad having become the living embodiment of hatred and spitefulness that plagued this city. I left him and never went back, knowing that the Stallion that he used to be, the father figure I once cared about, was no more. As such, I was left by myself, seeing what this city was truly like." "You may think that the way you act is the only way to last here, and that everypony is as cold and careless as you try to portray yourself.....but you're wrong." Pointing towards the crowds and facing the window, he yelled out at him. "Everypony here, Earth Pony, Unicorn and Pegasus is just like you. We may all have our own ways of viewing things, and some of us disagree, but we all want the same things in life.....to be able to enjoy it, and live it to the fullest, no matter what cards in life the dealer gives to us. I don't know exactly how you view people other than what i've seen, but even I can see a good Stallion inside. You may be the biggest pain in the flank I have ever met, and rightfully so, but even you should realize that you don't have to live life as cold and uncaring as you try to in order to live it the way you want to." He had no idea if anything he was saying was even getting through Max's head, but he figured if he was going to try, he might as well go all-out on this.

Snake was dumbfounded at what he had heard. So he just like everypony else he had met, one who would crush those he thought needed stomped out. A Stallion who couldn't care less about anypony if it gained him profit. Just another rich and snobby elite acted all high and mighty towards others. He couldn't stand it anymore, and decided enough was enough. "You listen to me, you bucking snobby flank!" He yelled out to the window, letting out all his rage at once. "You think yer so high and mighty, above everypony else, but lemme tell ya: yer not!" Pointing a hoof hard at the direction of the window, he continued. "As you yerself said, you crush the dreams of those that oppose you or those you don't like, and you couldn't give less of a bucking care about them! Yer just like the rest of 'em: Cold and careless, viewing those below you as below dirt, as if they were trash, or never even existed!" Snake then took off his glasses, something he rarely ever did, and with a harsh glare, exclaimed to him "I've learned that myself with the way you treat your own staff! Ya use them to do the dirty work around your mansion, but as soon as ya get something 'better' that out-does them, ya fire them! And for what? A few extra bits saved?" He was just on full steam, letting out every bit of his anger, his rage towards this one Stalltion, having had enough of his......mannerisms. "You think i'm no better than anypony like yourself, using trickery to set you in this situation? When it comes down to it, yes, I indeed use such tricks on......those such as your bucking self, but at least I had planned on getting you out after this bull had reached its climax. I may not be the most graceful of Colts in Manehattan, but at even I have a heart.....somewhat." Still fully enraged, he blurted out to him "Tell me then, oh great and mighty Maximilion: if we were switched with each other in this very situation, would you even care enough to do anything? Would you even care to save one of your own family?" Finally just letting it all out, he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Would you really care enough, or is your stupid bits ALL YOU BUCKING CARE ABOUT?!"

Snake heard his name being called out from above, probably the top of the manor. He had recognized that voice in an instant and then realized who was in there. It seems that Max had seen him and now knew of what his 'product's' full extent of its strength was. He was tempted to flee the scene, just leave him there to wallow in his mess of a garden-covered mansion he was trapped in, but even he couldn't just leave another Manehattan citizen to possibly end their existence, even if they were as rich and snobby as Max was. There was the chance that he'd sue him into nothingness the second he got free from this mess, but he knew that even though he acted crooked and stern towards those of the rich and uptight, he at least wasn't going to let himself follow into the same cruel nature of those he tried to humble. Staring at the window which he presumed was where Max was currently located at, he yelled as loud as he could to make sure he heard him. "I'm sure ya now realize the full extent of what ya bought from me! Then again, considering the fact that you let yourself fire those that could help with this and tried to save a small amount of bits by buyin' the stuff, are ya truly surprised that yer actions led to yer situation at this very moment?" He faced away from the mansion and exclaimed indirectly towards Max as best he could "Those like you act so mighty, so uptight and 'classy' when you can get your way, using those less fortunate around ya to get what ya want! But seeing the situation you're in, you show what you're truly made of! Let me just ask one simple question....." Turning to face the mansion again, he pointed his watch-wearing hoof directly at the mansion, using the full extent of his voice's strength to say to Max "Do you realize what your actions have done to those around you, let alone yourself, even at this very moment?!" He was indeed mad as heck, and wanted to let everypony there know exactly what such a 'classy' individual's true nature was like. There was only one thing he wanted to hear, one outcome he hoped would come: The humbling of this stallion, and the realization of how his actions could have the same effect on himself as they have on others.

During his morning walk Snake decided to take a look at his 'handy work' over at the mansion he went to. He wasn't sure whether it was due to morbid curiosity of what could be going on, or just to see if it was working as planned. If things went right, then it was going to soon get very interesting. Getting close to his destination, he saw a large group of Mares, Colts, Stallions and other Ponies staring at something. What it was surprised even Snake himself: The mansion looks less like a mansion and more like they took a section of the Everfree Forest and placed it there. The hedges had become several stories tall, the flowers and plants grown to mammoth proportions, and even the grass was taller than those in the group watching this bizarre event unfurl in front of their own two eyes. The mansion itself was almost completely engulfed by creeping vines, covering and growing around it. It was truly an amazing sight that one wouldn't believe, even if they were there to see it themselves. Snake knew that if it went as he expected it to, Max and his staff of workers, guards and anypony else that worked there was likely trapped inside that building and unfortunately for the stallion, if it also went as planned he'd end up seeing the plants soon.....or they would end up seeing him. Depending on how well the structural strength of the mansion can handle such a botanical attack of the place he probably thought was of importance to him, of course. He didn't like putting anypony in situations like this, but if he was to be sure that he realized how his rashness and need to save a quick buck no matter what would cause problems to him and to others like this, he'd have to let him realize it first.....or at least give him some time before getting the plant dryer spray to him to save his sorry rich face from such a fate. He wasn't sure what would come first: His humbling or the plants getting too close for comfort. Either way, he'd give it some time. If i've learned anything from what I do..... he queried to himself as he watched the vegetation madness occur in front of him, It's that if I rush in quickly for them, they'll never realize what it means to have your bits cause danger to yourself.

When Snake went to grab a newspaper, as he tended to do about that time time of day normally, he eyes immediately noticed the front page's article: EXTRA! EXTRA! MAXIMILLION MANOR HOME OF PLANT-TASTROPHY! MORE DETAILS ON PAGE 3! Of course the very next thing he did was buy a copy of the paper, using a small amount of the very money he had gained from Max no less. Reading the paper, he saw that his potion plan was a success after all, having done so much PR damage to him. He chuckled a bit and said to himself "Now that's quite a nice event that happened." He stared at his briefcase, telling himself in an almost jester-ist manner"If only I was there to tell him about the whole regrowth effect in the thing to keep plants from dying out from pesticides and what-not....." He pondered the thought for a moment and said ".....nah. I think i'll leave that little surprise for himself to find out." Looking up at the sky, with a bit of a chuckle, Snake whispered to himself "After all, where's the fun in getting them to learn if it's only a temp thing?" Walking past the newspaper stand, he noticed a couple of kids hiding in an alleyway, scared half to death for whatever reason. They look like they've been through heck and gone he pondered as he kept his eyes on them. Figuring that it'd both get at Max's goat if he's ever caught and would also be the nice thing to do, he walked over to them, showing a decent, honest smile. "You kids got a home or somethin'?" The kids shaked their heads, making it obvious that they weren't exactly the most happy of personalities in Manehattan. One of them, a little blue filly, pointed to their mother, hunched up and sick as a diamond dog. They didn't need to say anything to him for the colt to know what was going on here. "I can tell your mother is sick. She'll need the right medicine to get better than she is at the moment...." The other kid, a yellow filly with bruises on her leg, looked at him with sad eyes, telling him "Our mum's all we got left, and she's tried to help us out.....but her sickness has made her too weak to stand anymore. We have no money, no home, no nothing anymore.....and soon, she'll be....." At that point the little filly burst into tears, knowing that her mother would soon depart from this world if she didn't get help soon. Snake, seeing the situation before him, decided that if anypony deserved bits in this city, it was ponies like these three. reaching into the briefcase, he took out 450 bits and handed them to the yellow filly. "I think you guys deserve it much more than a Colt like myself." Closing the briefcase, he then walked away from the trio, hearing sounds of joy from the two fillies, who now could afford what he assumed to be the medicine their mother would need to get back to normal. He wasn't exactly a perfect Colt, but he at least had a heart....or at least knew when things needed some bits to help make things better for those needing it the most. He couldn't help everypony he'd cross paths with, but he at least would do something if he was given the chance to. Looking back at the clear blue Manehattan sky, he chuckled a bit, and said in a quiet tone "I may not be the greatest Colt, but I at least care about these folks here....." Looking at the sky, he wished that others would view things the same he did, that not everypony is just another quick buck to take from or a dirty slob waiting to ruin their life, and is actually just another Mare or Colt, just like them.

The Earth Colt looked at Max and said to him "Call me....Snake Oil. Classy name, I know, but ya work with what yer given." He normally didn't like giving his name, since he knew most of his targets could afford lawyers to sue him into oblivion, but considering what would happen, he figured that this one time wouldn't affect him as much.....or at least hopefully it wouldn't. "Also, I have a habit of being a bit....nervous during a chat sometimes. Happens all the time, trust me. It's just what someponies go through around my age, I guess." He took the 700 bits given to him and said "If I do have anything else to show ya, you'll definitely know." Putting back on his sunglasses, he gritted his teeth one last time so as to tide his temper for those last few moments being in this mansion, so as to make sure the charade would be fully completed. Snake grabbed his briefcase, gave him a final stern look, hoping that his plan would give the proper effect, and then trotted out of the mansion's front gates. After moving several blocks away from Max's manor, he took a sigh of relief, knowing the deed was done and the seeds of his plot were planted, so to speak. All he had to do now was wait 24 hours for the.....side effects of his little green potions to take effect, and then he will have wished that he never met him or bought his product. But then again..... Snake thought to himself as he waited on a wooden park bench for his plan to unfurl, Isn't the gullibility to believe what they see and their Greed, trying to save some money no matter what, traits that can become the very things that can bring about the humbling of their soul?

Snake was aghast when his sunglasses were taken off by Max. He could handle most things, but one of the few actions that could offend and tick him off more than anything else was another Pony or Colt removing his glasses. He was gritting his teeth so hard, trying to keep himself from simple strangling Max for touching one of the few precious items he kept with him always, let alone the way he did it. Amazingly he didn't immediately grab his rich, snobby neck, for whatever reason his couldn't figure out. Don't do it Snake he said under his breath, You'll regret it and lose this deal you set up.... He scrunched his left hoof hard, trying to compose himself again, before looking at Max again. All he had to do was put up with 2 more minutes of this and then he was home free, with his plan set in motion. "Of course. I wouldn't want to....cause any trouble for you....now would I?" He then looked into his eyes. He relaxed a bit, knowing that it was only this and the payment standing between him and freedom from this madness of dealing with such a.....pain in the flank, so to speak.

It seemed that his plan had worked, and Max would actually go along with it, even if he attitude was getting on his last nerves. All I have to do is make this look like it only does so much..... He thought to himself, ....and it'll all go as planned. He didn't want to cost the job of a hard-working Colt, but if he wanted to make this work, he'd have to make sure he was sold on buying it. Going towards his hedges first, he held onto the trigger of the spraying attachment. Aiming at a single hedge, he gave it a few good squirts, making sure he got it all. A few seconds later, the hedge he sprayed, untidy as it was, started to shake. Soon, the leaves attached to it started to fall off, one by one. After a few seconds of hedge shenaniganry, it was neat and tidy, as if a professional hedge trimmer had just finished a hard day's work on such an item. Seeing the hedge being the way he wanted it seen as, he then pointed at the flowers, giving them just as much of a spray as the hedge. Like the last item he sprayed, they too began to vibrate. Soon, they began to liven up, the wilted ones even springing back to full livid life, even becoming a bit bigger in size, looking a tad more exotic than they were before. It was indeed an impressive display, but Snake still had one more item to spray before he knew he'd have him convinced. He saw a nice yellow patch of dead grass, every gardener's worst nightmare, and aimed at it as well. The same few squirts hit that patch of grass, and within a few seconds, the familier vibrating of the grass occurred. The grass became green as an emerald in a jewlery store, and grew taller until it had matched the length of the grass surrounding it. Truly a feat in botanical means.....and exactly what Snake wanted him to see. He carefully detached the sprayer from the bottle, and placed both in his briefcase, taking out a package containing 6 bottle of the same stuff he used, plus another sprayer attachment. Bringing them to Max, he chirped with a gleeful smile "I think now that I've shown you what this little beauty of a item can do, what do you think? Is it to your liking, my good stallion?" All he had to do now was wait for the response, and if it wowed him enough, then everything would work out as planned.....provided that he actually wanted to buy it, of course.

Listening to what this rich Stallion had to say to him, the way that he just so plainly got into his face the way that he did, it was driving Snake insane. He was about ready to just sock him right in the face while so easily close, just to end it there. But no, he knew such an act of violence would end up with only himself being considered the "bad guy" when in court. He had to convince this....stubborn stallion to buy his 'product', and he was going to do it, no questions asked. Staring hard at Max through his sunglasses, he tried his hardest to fake a smile, and then said to him "Ah yes, of course you would be able to afford those sorts of things. How....silly of me to think otherwise. But i'm sure this next item will definitely be more of your.....how should I put it.....kind of thing?" Reaching into his briefcase, he grabbed another bottle, this time holding a stable, green liquid inside of it. I swear that if this doesn't work, and I hear another 'witty' remark about the kind of colt I am..... he thought to himself while grabbing both it and it's spray attachment, .....I will take this stupid bottle and shove it down his throat He was so tempted to, and if things got bad enough, he wouldn't mind performing what he thought of doing. Showing the new bottle, he then looked at Max, a newly smug face shown, and said to him "While i'm sure that your mansion looks amazing.....on the inside...." He then pointed a hoof at his mansion's front garden. "....I couldn't say that much for the outside. Especially the garden. I mean, look at those untrimmed hedges! The wilting flowers and tress! And don't even get me started on the lawn itself!" He then raised the bottle for Max to see, making sure he saw it. "With this handy little bottle, a simple spray and your problems are solved! Hedges become neat and tidy, trees and flowers can grow! and grass settles in just right, even removing and replacing dead yellow grass! All that, to make for the perfect garden to make your neighbors, pardon the pun, green with envy." Hoping that his description of it's uses would pay off, he then smirked and slyly spoke to him, saying "I'm sure you don't believe me. I wouldn't myself. So here's my offer: Give it a shot on your garden, for free. If ya like what you see happen, i'll sell ya a batch, cheap even. All ya need to do is just give it a shot. The worst that could happen is it does nothing." He then took the spraying attachment and placed on the bottle, setting it up for a testing. Then, smirking and ready for this to pay off, he took it and held the bottle towards him, ready to see what he'd do. "So then, what do ya say? Do we have a deal?"

Snake Oil saw the Stallion that had come out, and was already starting to lose his temper. He had several things that made him feel un-eased: A fancy suit, living in a big mansion, a snobby manner to his attitude, and just the general manner in which he presented himself to Snake at that very first moment. He was about ready to punch him in the face for how snobby and cold he seemed to be, but he decided to hold back. Such an action would end up ruining his plans. Besides, several months of jail time does not a good record make. Looking at Max, eyes of anger concealed by his sunglasses, he faked a smile and began his plan. "Ah, it's nice to meet ya!" Snake said in a somewhat-cheery manner, "I'm a salespony here with the answer to all of yer problems!" He reached for his briefcase and set it back-down, opening it. Inside was a strange bottle containing a weird pink fluid inside of it. It was bubbling and had a strange, almost sweet scent to it, like the smell of a delicious strawberry pastry at a bakery. He took the bottle from the briefcase and began his planned-out speech. "Ever have to deal with a messy mane? Other shampoos fail you by not working like you wish they could?" He then took the bottle and raised it so Max could see. "With this, your bath issues are solved! Just a week's worth of using this, and you could be styling one of the most gorgeous of manes anypony in Manehattan has ever seen!" Reaching again into the briefcase, he slyly said "But wait, there's more!" Pulling out an attachment for the bottle, he then smirked and told him "If you buy this, i'll also throw in this: The aroma-sprayer attachment! With it, you can make anything smell as sweet and nice as a strawberry! Never again will you have to worry about those long-lasting stenches that can plague a Stallion's home, when all you need to do is applied a spray of this and it's good as new!" "But i'm sure you're a stallion that wants proof." He looked at his briefcase and then told him "I can actually let you try it yourself, and if you're satisfied, then I'll set you up with a batch of them....for a modest fee, of course." With a sly look with his eyes, again concealed with his sunglasses, he looked at Max, hoping he goes with it. "So what say you, my good sir? I'm sure you'd like a trial first, to be sure." He had no idea what to expect from this Stallion, but if they were like the others, then he would have an easy time here.

<p>In the busy streets of Manehattan, Colts and Mares go about their usual business. Some head to work, ready to work their flanks off for another day's pay. Others head to lavish playgrounds of the rich, known as casinos, to gamble their pay away. A few even go to the theater, excited for the latest big musical they are about to perform. All enjoy the high life know, and could care less about what else happens to them.</p> <p> </p> <p>But then there are those....not so fortunate. They are the poor, the homeless, those who either work in the most dangerous of jobs just for the minimum pay, or end up on the streets, having to go so low as to make everything they need from the dumpsters and dropped goods just to survive. They are looked down by those who have more bits, no matter if they were once poor themselves, or were born into riches. The highlight of their day is simply knowing that for one more day, they can keep on trying, dreaming and hoping for a better life than this.</p> <p> </p> <p>For one particular colt, this was the life he had to live. The cards he was dealt, so to speak. Eventually, due to both a painful goodbye and a rage-filled departure, he left the only family he knew, angry at those who ridiculed him and other like him to the point of hatred, only because of the number of bits they had. This led him to the current life he lived, and to what he was getting ready to do to the next rich stallion he came across.</p> <p> </p> <p>He walked up to the door of a fancy mansion, a strange briefcase held by one hoof, and his watch on the other. <em>"If this works...."</em> he murmured to himself with a bit of contempt shown in his voice, <em>"That'll be one more who realizes their stupidity."</em> He straightened his green tinted sunglasses, making sure whoever was there would never see his eyes, and thus making it easier for him to do his 'job' properly. He calmed himself down, ever-tempted to just throw the briefcase at the door to let out his anger right there, and took a deep breath.</p> <p> </p> <p>He reached a hoof out to the door, knocking on it three times. If he was to make his plan work, he needed to look, act and <em>be</em> convincing to whoever opens that door, no matter how much he would want to tear their fancy suit off to spite them. He waited for the door to open, ready to get this over with and make his 'job' as a 'salespony' work flawlessly, lest it goes horribly wrong.</p>

You def. sound like the kind of dude I could definitely enjoy spending a good afternoon goofing off with. I like you already. Welcome and enjoy the time ya spend here.

An Rper, sounds like you'll indeed have a good time here. Welcome, as one would say here, and enjoy your time here.

I do indeed loves me sum Mythology as well. Hope ya enjoy the stay, and if you RP as well as I think you might (unless you don't like RPing, then eh) then you're gonna have a lot of fun here.

Welp, hope you like being here. Welcome and all that fun stuffs.

Figured i'd throw my figurative hat into the RP ring and see how things went. :U Name: Snake Oil Sex: Male Age: Colt Species: Earth Pony Pelt Color: Purple-ish Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Brown wavy hair that's poofed up a bit, but not by much. As for the tail, it's short and straight, as well as also brown. Eye Color: Blue Cutie Mark: a bit bill. Physique: somewhat tall and buff, but not by that much. Origin: He was born in Manehattan under a poor family, who was just scraping by to make a living so they could survive. He, being the only child, had to do a ton of work just to make sure that food was on the table, and that his parents would be able to see him as a decent pony. But no matter what he did, nopony would pay him more than the bare minimum for him being from a "poor family" as well as being such a young pony, so he was usually having to work overtime and even in dangerous conditions just to get what little extra pay he could get. It was a cold and cruel world for him, but at the least his family could manage to survive, back then at least. Eventually, when he got older, he lost his mother due to a virus that was curable, but they couldn't afford due to Manehattan's hospital costing so much to cover the medical bills and for their notorious reputation of being snobby towards the poor. As for his dad, the two of them ended up in a big fight over his mom and how she was such a "good-for-nothin' buckin' witch for all I care. I shoulda married that rich girl when I had the chance!" This led to Snake Oil leaving their little shack for good, sickened with what his own dad became. With his family basically done with and the way that the rich and snobby ruined his life, it made him grow bitter and angry towards the elite residents of Manehattan. He felt that they had done his family wrong and that they had to pay somehow for the "crimes" that they had committed. After spending weeks trying to think of various ways to get his "revenge" on those ponies, he decided that the best way would be to trick rich ponies out of their money via their trust and gullibility, by means of becoming a "salespony". He had learned all about how to get a "customer" to buy anything you wanted to sell from watching those doing it while he worked as a little colt, and would use those same tricks on those same ponies to take from them the money that they gloated about and splurged with. So he made a vow: Anypony who used money frivolously and let it go to their head would end up getting their "just desserts", even if he would have to get his hooves dirty to do so. Roleplay Type: Mane RP, no questions asked here. Occupation: A "salespony" who visits rich and/or snobby ponies and offers to them fantastic things that amaze them, only for them to either be useless, broken, or end up backfiring on the pony who bought it. He'd then leave a note saying to them "That's what you get for letting money get to your head". After he gets the money from them, he splits it 50/50: half for himself, and half for anypony he think deserves it more. He would give it all to those who need it, but he still needs to be able to afford food and whatever else he needs, so he splits it evenly. Motivation: Ever since the death of his mother, he held resentment for the rich and snobby, and does his craft with the intention of getting them to realize what stupidity their decisions have led them to going through.....even if what he does is questionable at best. Character Summary: Snake Oil is a pony who acts flashy and spectacular towards the ponies his plans are focused on, but when he's not trying to do that, he's a pretty down-to-earth pony who isn't as half-bad as those affected by him would lead you to believe. He's a no-nonsense personality who, while sometimes able to enjoy a laugh or two, is usually serious and prefers to enjoy time to himself. If he's bothered he'll fake an act of niceness until they go away, if only to get them to leave him be. He's not all doom-and-gloom though. He does enjoy watching a good Pegasus race and can often be seen at the races in an excited state. He also has an addiction to baked goods, so if it's good and fluffy, he'll buy 20 of it. In fact, his need to enjoy pastries had led to an incident with him being banned from 5 different bakeries at once, but that's a story for another time. While he indeed can be a very.....interesting pony to be around when it comes to rich and/or snobby ponies, he's a pretty cool guy around those that don't exactly have that much to keep going. He's not exactly bubbly around them, but he respects the kinds of hardships and pains they likely have to go through each day to get what they need done. He'll never try to scam out anypony poor or kind, and even once foiled the schemes of another con artist trying to trick a poor mother into giving them the last of their hard-earned money for a broken watch that'd never work. He's not a perfect colt, but he at least can be a decent guy around those less fortunate. When out and about, you'd easily spot him wearing a watch on his front left hoof, so as to inform him of the time. He also wears a pair of brown fancy shoes on his hind hooves. He even is seen styling with a pair of green-tinted sunglasses, used to hide his eyes from view when dealing with a "customer". He almost always wears them, but when he takes them off or they somehow fall off and/or break, then Celestia help the poor soul who made that happen. Obligitory pic.

Basically, we've ran into a bit of a problem that needs help badly. The gist is that ThisRomero, our lead guy, can't get UDK to run right on his computer due to RAM issues, and as such can't really do coding on it. and of course, no coding = no game. This is where you guys come in. We need coders to help with the game, people who can code stuff in UDK. anybody will do, as long as you can do your thing on there and test it without UDK trolling you to obvion. Having plenty of experience with coding in the thing is preferable, but as long as you can do coding, you'll possibly do. Those that wish to help out can send me a message on here with your skype so we can chat with ya and see if you can help out. We'll chat about what coding ya can help with and everything, so yeah. Anyways, this game needs your help. If you know how to code in UDK, then your help would be epically good for us.

Hi there, name's ancara22, and this here thread is a call out to anybody who wishes to help out with the game. We need plenty of help with getting things done, and the more help we can get, the better. If you wanna help, make a post containing your username, skype, the job you wanna help out with and some samples of your work so we can see if what you can do will be enough to help us out with the game. I'll go through the list of job positions availible, one by one: Modelers: This is an important job, making the assets for each of the tracks as well as the models for the characters themselves. The main thing here is that you can make good models that don't look out of place in the game. Makkon is our current lead modeler. Here's a couple examples from him (one is WIP atm) to show what basic standard we're working towards: http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/1276 ... 220837.png http://img851.imageshack.us/img851/9569 ... 000354.png Track Designers: We need people who can help design the track layout and stuff for each of the tracks, so each of them comes out good. Being good at level design is a good thing to have for this. Also knowing how to get it to look decent and drive-able when we test it is important too. strangemodule is our lead track designer and does most of actually modeling the track layouts and stuff. If you're helping with this job, ask him for any help with design if you need any. Gui designer/coder: This is a priority job that needs filled. We need somebody who can help get the GUI working alright and be sure it looks good as well(although we have an artist or two with us atm, so don't worry too much about that). If you can work well with unity, this is the job for you. Code help for Air: This is a priority job too, Xeol needs help on this. You just can't let Xeol code by himself... Code help for Land: Same goes from above but more to karts and footraces. I'll probably edit this from time to time based on how we're holding up dev member-wise and if any new jobs need help with. So yeah, post if you wanna help with the needed info and stuff above, and we'll check from time to time to see if anybody fits the bill for who we need.

Nice to meet you guys, name's ancara22. I'm the iconer/spriter(somwhat)/a general organizational and idea shenaniganry guy for MLP Rainbow Rash Blast/Zero-Race/whatever it's called by now. I did a topic here to introduce myself, since all the cool kids normally do that. If Xeol ever sends the message....thingy to you Manestream, I should be set as a mod thingy to set up topics for the thing. Xeol said it was ok (and i'm sure he'll let ya know when he gets on later on, or at least that's how it's supposed to go.) , so yeah. Hope that my time here's a good one, and I hope I can manage to help garner interest via-showing examples of what various dev team members have done so far atm. So yeah, i'd type more but it's about 2:38 A.M. as of posting this and i'm so sleepy and good god I need to sleep now. :S