Bad as in poorly written? Or one that left us all a hollow empty husk of the person we once were? Because I've read Final Dream of a Filly. I still can't think about that fic too hard or I start crying.
One hundred-thirty posts since I last checked, and I can still hop back in and steal the last post. Hope I didn't discourage you all with the futility of your efforts.
GUYS! GUYS! It's SNOWING! In ARKANSAS! ...IN NOVEMBER! This hasn't happened in years! At least not since I've lived here. It's a winter wonderland out there! Angie, you are now authorized to laugh at me for thinking a half-inch of snow is a winter wonderland.
After Cat's tragic death and resurrection, he obviously decided he wasn't going to waste his next eight lives. I believe we should all respect his decision, even though it means he has left us.
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GETTING INTO, SON. err... Prepare to lose your sanity! I mean, ...Welcome to this delightful thread! Why, hello to you as well, good Sir!
Except a confetti bomb. Lucky for you, Conor has all of those, and he's nowhere to be found. I don't think this thread could take another one of those anyway. This crater is really uncomfortable.
I googled the Scootaloo image Fawkes. I tried to find it for you, but I got distracted by all of the adorable Scootaloo pictures. At least somepony was able to find it.
I can't love with your creepy avatar staring at me. Where's Cat when you need him? I saved that little furball once. The least he could do is get rid of it for me.
This is the WAR thread, not the "love" thread. I didn't start a devastating conflict fifty-something pages ago for your love. PS: Shhh! There are two guests lurking on this thread. Don't let your crazy show too much.