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Have some Filly Scout because I can:

They should make more art regarding the less known background ponies.

Have some Roseluck.

This is my favorite comic.

Lyra and Bon Bon, seperately:

All spoilered just for everyone.

after some strolling through te internet this morning i found something that may or may not be true cause well internet is best rumor mill but apparently the staff is getting sick of apparent DEATH threats aimed at them over equestria girls.. seriously..has anyone else heard that?

I didn't really know about that until my friend asked my about it on school a few days before...

I believe that almost all of the people who are threatening them (It's illegal to threaten someone, even on the Internet, I believe) are either haters or trolls (get jailed?) who want to defame the MLP community. In reality, I don't think bronies would do that (at least the ones I know in real life and the Internet), and it's pretty ironic, considering the MLP:FiM show mentioned about morality and tolerance.

Oh great. Looks like it's going to be in MLP canon as well. I don't like the concept of it being a drama based around a secondary school (high school, or whatever you call it). It'll be like other high school dramas, except with the Mane 6.

It's not FiM canon, at the most. Think of it more as a spinoff to the FiM show; anything that happens in Equestria Girls is not going to be canon in FiM.

To quote Twilight Sparkle: "This is bad!"

...but not completely bad.

Long Drive muttered as Psmith went on with his talking, [colour=#006400]"Yeah, to prevent yourself from getting smacked by another cricket ball again..."[/colour] At least his injury has taught Psmith a lesson on being more cautious while spectating a game. He continued on from Psmith's reply. [colour=#006400]"And golf and talking are two different things. I play golf for entertainment, and talking is a different matter. Just be...short and to the point."[/colour]

He was unsure, however, of revealing personal information about his parents. Long Drive decided on not saying too much to Psmith, in order not to expose too much secrets of his parent's establishment of their new golf course. [colour=#006400]"Well, I don't know much,"[/colour] Long Drive answered.[colour=#006400] "Maybe they'll select a site to work on and get land entitlements to build the golf course. Then, they might have to construct the course. My parents doesn't completely tell me about their plans, so that's as much as I know."[/colour]

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria

Name: Ballad

Sex: Female

Age: Young Mare

Species: Earth Pony

Eye colour: Amber ([colour=#FF7E00] #FF7E00 [/colour])

Coat: Celeste ([colour=#CCE6E6] #CCE6E6 [/colour])

Mane/Tail: Cornflower blue. ([colour=#6495ED] #6495ED [/colour]) Her mane mostly faces outward and curls forward, with the bottom curling the opposite direction, backward. Her tail curves in an almost circular manner.

Physique: Average height and weight for a mare, not very buff nor athletic.

Residence: Garden Gait

Occupation: Poet; she also jumps from one job to another as a secondary occupation

Cutie Mark: Ballad's cutie mark a flute on a piece of paper. However, Ballad's talent is poetry, not music; the flute symbolizes the rhythmic pace and the expression of feelings and ideas, elements which are often used in poetry.

Cutie Mark Story: Ballad began writing poetry on the day where Ballad's school teacher in grade school taught Ballad and her students on the fields of poetry. It might have been a typical day for most students, but for Ballad, it was a memorable one. The more she listened to the teacher's lesson on poetry, the more interested she was on it. Poetry was an ideal type of literature; it could describe so much with little words, express feelings, and tell stories within its stanzas. Even though the lesson lasted for a short time, it was enough to get her into poetry, that she began reading more poems by herself, and afterwards, writing her own poems.

At first, her poems were in need of improvement- they lacked rhythm, tone, and discernible points. Fortunately, Ballad's hard work paid off as she continued writing more poems and gaining more experience, these poems gradually improved in content. Then came the day where Ballad's father had to take a trip to Garden Gait for business reasons. While Ballad's father was gone, she had planned on writing the "perfect poem" for her father and show it to him when he returned. She began working day and night to come up with such a poem, and thought up and trashed many ideas and drafts she believe were "uninteresting". Exhausted, she looked out her window one night to find buildings and roads in the night sky; that was where she got her inspiration for writing about the departure of a pony.

Ballad showed her finished work to her father as he returned from Garden Gait. The stallion was impressed not only by her actions, but also the effort she put into the poem. Later, her cutie mark appeared, further encouraging Ballad to write more poems in her lifetime. It may not have been the "perfect poem", but it was influential to Ballad.

History: Ballad was born in the suburban area in Germaney, not far west of Hoofenheim; her father was a journalist who often traveled around Equestria to write recent news for the newspaper. Though Ballad missed her father often when he went off on these trips, she overall enjoyed her life, as there was always something exciting happening around her neighborhood and she had friends to socialize with.

As Ballad grew older, however, her father's trips became more frequent, and it had grown to be inconvenient to the family. Eventually, Ballad's parents had decided on moving to Garden Gait, as it was located closer to the center of Equestria, making travel time shorter and easier for Ballad's father. This was hard on Ballad, however, as she developed homesickness to her home back in Germaney. But, due to the acquisition of her cutie mark back in Germaney, she began writing more poems, a few of them were even added into her new school's magazine. Despite being well known for having her poems in the magazine, however, she didn't become popular for her actions.

Finally, reaching into adulthood, Ballad chose to stay at Garden Gait, and continue writing poems as a living. She also does do other "extra" jobs, usually jumping from one job to another. Ballad is not discouraged by leaving an occupation to go onto another, as she believe that it is better to have a little of each "experience".

Character Summary: Ballad's name is a poetry term meaning a narrative poem, usually telling a story. Ballad's motivation in life is simple; she only wants to enjoy life as it is. She doesn't have a liking for doing "adventurous" things, and likes to enjoy a quiet life. In her pastime, she usually writes or reads poetry, or find inspiration for her own poems. Occasionally, she also writes stories or make up her own calligraphy fonts.

Ballad is usually engrossed into her work; whenever she starts working on something, she continues doing it. She is industrious, though she is also secretive. Although she is fine with publishing her poem, she usually avoids other ponies from seeing her personal work, such as writings or poems she believed weren't "good enough" for display. She is also curious of every thing she observes; whatever interested her, she wrote down in her notebook for poem brainstorming. She often goes out with her "poetry" notebook.

She is formal, but also self-absorbed and somewhat self-centered. She would sometimes do actions without considering the feelings of others, or for the reason that she believes her decision is better. She is also not very humorous and unfunny.

Picture:

I have the urge to post a commercial of the people saying "WHAZZUP!"

Anyways, welcome to Canterlot.

A film with your typical done to death then brought back only to die again High School setting? Check

Generic high school archetype and stereotypical characters? Check

Main Character as a typical adorkable character that you're meant to relate to despite the fact it falls flat and backfires every time? Check

Notice how generic and typical keeps appearing there, for good reason...It's been done before and backfired horribly.

Even if it's DHX doing this, they're wasting their talents and money on a concept done to death over and over. By about over a dozen different movies all set in a High school setting that have already done this high school setting. They should stick to what they do best and focus on MLP and not this obvious ploy at taking your money and leaving you with a very bad experience that would no doubt dampen your hopes when Season 4 rolls around.

Alright bronies move along, nothing to see here just wait until Season 4 gets here.

Actually, Equestria Girls doesn't seem that bad if you disregard it's "cover". I've watched the trailer, and I can say they're still some hope for the movie. In fact, my friends and I has considered watching the movie around August itself to give it a shot.

And even if it's really THAT terrible, it won't affect the brony community by much.

Servante was walking down the roads of Canterlot, humming a tune that has been stuck in her head. In fact, it has stayed there like paper glued to each other for days ever since she had heard it from a phonograph record, and so she had hummed the same ten chords over and over again. Her clothing were evidently different from the "typical" Canterlot pony's clothes; it was middle class fashion, a plain gray coat. From another perspective, it was ideal for a few magic tricks she had up her sleeve.

As she continued trotting into another lane, she caught something that interested her- a floral shop. It seemed like it was one of those new shops that occasionally "springs into existence" from the founders' mind themselves. They were, in a way, miraculous. But Servante thought no more, and entered the shop in curiosity.

She opened the door, the "OPEN" sign dangling from the force of the push. Inside, she saw two ponies in a conversation, one, presumably the proprietor of the store, signing paperwork to a stallion. Servante felt like eavesdropping on their conversation, but she knew better not to from previous experiences, and pretended to be a "customer" looking at flowers. She paused for a short time as she strolled toward the roses, and smiled when she observed them. After all, she often used roses for transformation tricks, turning capes into flowers.

Why is the RP dead?

Well, not really, considering some of us are still here.

You must be Kosovo, Taiwanese, or Vatican...

Of course, Taiwan can't be independent due to China, which is why it can't join the UN.

Long Drive waited and waited, the analog clock's second hand on the wall opposite of him slowly ticking, the minute hand sluggishly moving as he stared at the door in boredom. It might have only elapsed a few minutes, but for Long Drive, it could have been hours. Finally he awoken from his inactivity as the door opened, revealed Psmith leaving out of the office; Long Drive took a quick glance inside to see all the device and such. He has, after all, never actually been injured before, and so he had never entered into the hospital office.

His attention soon switched to Psmith, his forehoof seemed to be treated. It sparked Long Drive's curiosity on how Psmith has gotten this injury. [colour=#006400]"You could be a bit briefer in your words..."[/colour] he commented. [colour=#006400]"You don't need to say so much for something that can be explained within a few words. Anyways, how did you get...this?"[/colour] Long Drive pointed to his forehoof, now covered by a splint.

Oh, topic revival?

One question: So how do know it is Pinkie's birthday? (I feel like I'm missing something here...)

Trivia: G3 Pinkie Pie's birthday is on September 22, assuming their time and date is aligned to ours.

Very said, everyone! This fandom will live as long as its people do. Let's never forget the show and everything its inspired, but most importantly, let's never forget the people who made it possible and the friends we've made along the way.

To be honest, once some kind of show begins, there will always be fans of it, and it'll last a very long time, even if others think it's terrible. There's been a good deal of TV shows that's been made in the early or mid-20th century, and has been long dead, but there's still people who like it today.

Even with no fan-made games or animations, if at least a small group of people like a show, it's already an indication that there's already a fandom to it. The same applies to literature and ideas.

Now say, if fandoms died out that fast as we thought it would, there won't be a G4, or even a G3 (and G3.5) or My Little Pony Tales, and MLP would've just ended right there.

How does a therapy make you crazy?

Support the UN?

I do, only my "other" country isn't in it...

Nor is it in the WHO.

Paying the Bills posts on every topic I go to. How he/she cares about us!

He/she also told me about free checking accounts.

Skewer was prepared for a reply from either one of the ponies or gryphons in the group. He was not prepared, however, for another pegasus to join in the conversation. This pony who named himself Care Package was a young stallion, presumably older than Skewer. Skewer was able to recognize him as a mailpony due to his lively and cheerful attitude; even without their mailbags, they were easy to detect from their personality. At least Skewer believed it was the case; most of them seemed to virtually have the same personality anyway.

He now turned to the two gryphons, who looked dissimilar in appearance. Skewer was quite shocked, however, as the elder griffon named Razor claimed that the younger, female griffon to be his sister. The longer he knew this statement, the more he noticed that their bonds were strong. In a way, he wished he had his own sister or brother. He would play with his siblings all day, feeling not a bit lonely nor a sliver of boredom. The thought of having a sibling was intriguing, and he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

The other mare named Musica then introduced herself to the group. Skewer smiled at her self-introduction; for a music teacher, Musica sounded literate and formal. He followed up after her. [colour=#3eb489]"And my name's Skewer, talented at the game of chess. Mainly I focus on strategic gaming, not only on chess, but several other games as well."[/colour] So Flashbomb here is the weather pony... Skewer thought as he spoke.

Well if you didn't hear, Adam Orth actually got fired for making those posts.

http://kotaku.com/mi...dium=Socialflow

I'm talking a bit off-topic, but it says he left the company, most likely resignation, not because he was fired.

Just watch, five years from now the gaming industry will be nothing but Steam and indie studios.

Okay, and EA making war games every 10 months.

The only EA "war game" I know of is the Battlefield series. I'll go with a year.

Well, at least they didn't go forward to the anti-used game measures they were planning on doing..Right? Where you could only use one game on one system.

If they do that, I'm quitting on game consoles. It not only wastes money, but it also wastes consoles that you can use only for a game or a series. If it was that way, I would have to use a whole storage closet to collect all these consoles.

Should be Frost now...

(Do you all want to conclude this here? I had a sort of idea that Psmith would volunteer his "services" to Long Drive's parents, but that could easily go into another thread.)

OOC:

((No, keep going. Even so, we'll need to finish this off.))

[colour=#008000]"Well...bye then."[/colour] Long Drive said to the departing filly, waving his hoof slowly. Seemingly Long Drive won't be his "comrade" with Babs any time soon, since both of them had differentiating interests of such. There was also some tensions, he observed, going between Psmith and Babs too, and by the way things were going, Psmith would probably be in the same situation as his own.

As Long Drive continued sitting alone between the two chairs, he had the urge to find Psmith again. At least Psmith and Babs were the ones who brought him here, along with beginning some new relationships, positive or negative, in this vast city he had arrived in. If it wasn't for them, he would've remained oblivious and lost in these streets.

He now stood at the door, awaiting Psmith to come out the door. Long Drive didn't come here to waste his time; at least he still had somepony to acquaint with. And for Babs, he might see her again at another time, another place.

Welcome to Canterlot, hope you enjoy it here.

So Lunisaia, do you have stars named after you?

"After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box." - Italian Proverb

thanks for all the welcomes , yeah the earth ponies need more attention

They already have attention!

So what the majority of fans, BTW? Pegasus? Unicorn? Alicorn? Other?

"Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known." -Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot.

TL;DR: Read the last summary paragraph.

[colour=#3eb489]"Ok, you can still get away with this,"[/colour] Skewer muttered. [colour=#3eb489]"Even a blunder in a chess game can be saved if you do the next moves carefully and with thought."[/colour] This was indeed true in the game of chess; if you couldn't win the game, at most you have the defend bad endgames from becoming worse. The same would have applied to the circumstances Skewer is in.

Skewer turned his head to the left, seeing a group of pegasi- and gryphons- nearby the playground. They were seemingly too young to be of parental age, yet obviously older than Skewer himself. The age of the whole group looked to be of suitable age to be a weather pony. (or griffon?) Then again, Skewer was making imprudent assumptions. I can't give up this chance, he thought. It's a hit or miss.

Skewer flew slowly toward the group, who were in a merry discussion themselves. He didn't attempt to approach at a fast pace, in order not to alarm the ponies and gryphons. Hopefully he could join into the conversation and then try to inquire them from there. That was what Skewer always did; he formulated plans and liked to think forward, but sadly, he could not deal with unpredictable measures. Such an example was the planning of flying through a storm cloud, which had been cleared by the weather team.

He was now in close range of the group, the conversation getting more audible at the second. He heard another pegasus explaining the reason why she loved Cloudsdale. He decided to jump in as soon as she finished up her complement to the younger gryphon. [colour=#3eb489]"Cloudsdale? Despite myself living in Cloudsdale, I tend to go down to the surface more often, at Ponyville. I'm just not...interested in competition. Ponyville's more of a model community, they don't trouble each other, but rather fix their problems together, with of course, the exception of some ponies."[/colour]