As the liquid reached my hooves I gasped, all the warmth was leached from my body. I shivered violently as the vile goop raised to my knees. The cold released a sudden rush of adrenaline, restoring the faculties of my body. However, with my magic still coursing through me I was at the mercy of whatever force was holding me aloft. I gulped in a massive breath and choked off my magic. The glimmer around my horn disappeared as I descended into the depths of the unknown with a thick Splort!
I tried to swim, but the liquid was thicker than I had anticipated. Each movement was slowed, the initial burst of energy was fading fast. Those that remained of the pink creatures had turned to face the source of the splash. Somehow, they were able to make ample progress compared to my tortuously slow strokes.
I turned to swim another way, any way, to get away from the disgusting things, but they were all around me. Like a pack of wolves they circled me, closer and closer until I was within their trap. There was no where for me to run.
One began to swim directly at me, but this one was different from the others. Larger, longer, leaner. This one had a horn on its head and wings at it’s side. It seemed almost familiar, but with an alien quality to it, like someone you think you know.
As I realized who it resembled I gasped, accidentally swallowing a bit of the liquid, whatever it was. I looked into where its eyes should have been, but instead of the cataract-filled, unseeing eyes she… it… had empty pits that cried blood. It seemed to look into me and see every bit of fear and uncertainty. In the span of a few moments I relieved every hopeless moment in my mind.
It all suddenly felt so useless. I had been trying for so long to save myself. I had been scouring all of pony knowledge for years - YEARS - and I was so exhausted. In that moment I stopped. I no longer bothered to churn my legs, I let myself be dragged under.
The coldness surrounded me, welcomed me. I took one last breath before the oily substance enclosed my muzzle I heard that foul, thrice-damned voice.
"You won't get rid of me that easily... Twilight Sparkle."
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I slammed my foot against the stone in frustration. But why keep me in the dark all those years! I could have been learning, I could have been looking for a solution.
Celestia’s gaze didn’t falter, it never did. Her unflappable calm was almost painful as she returned my gaze. Twilight… you were so young. Too young to have such a burden on your shoulders. I wanted you to have as much of a childhood as you possibly could.
Childhood? I turned away from her, pacing. The movement helped me think. You wanted me to have a childhood, yet you gave me excruciating amounts of homework and a baby dragon for me to raise before I even knew how to fully take care of myself?
I winced inwardly bringing Spike into it, I loved him like a brother. Even the homework was kind of fun. Yet I knew that I had to push. She was hiding something from me… I just knew it.
And if I had left your mind to wander freely it would have come back to the demon, just as it does now. I… she looked down at her hooves, worry creasing her forehead. I thought that having a full schedule would distract you from it.
It made some sense. I thought about how I would sleep through the night once I forgot the demon existed. The demon even let me forget about his existence, which struck me as odd. I looked around the walls of my old bedroom, wondering at what had slipped by them, unnoticed. How many times had the demon watched me while I slept, unaware of his presence?
I sighed, shaking my head as I once again turned to face my mentor. I needed to change tact. Why didn’t you tell me you had prior experience with the demon?
Celestia balked, her hooves nearly going out from under her. How… how could you possibly know that?
Well, with Luna… wait... Celestia’s eyes were wide, ears pressed back. There was more to it than what she was telling me. You dealt with the demon?
Celestia shut her eyes tight as she turned away. Yes.
My heart lept into my throat. But you don’t have any of the demon’s taint on you! Celestia, that’s great! Just tell me what…
No.
But Princes, I—
Celestia turned, slamming her hooves into the floor. NO. Twilight, I have told you everything I can.
I retreated a step, eyes wide in shock. Celestia had never once raised her voice to me. Her breaths steadied as she stood tall. Her face settled into an expression I had only seen her use in court, and I felt my heart sink. I’m sorry, Twilight, but I must leave. I suggest you get back to Ponyville as soon as possible.
She teleported from the room in a bright flash of yellow light that nearly blinded me. As I blinked the spots from my vision my mind raced.
What could possibly disturb Princess Celestia like that?
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I couldn’t wrap my mind around my conversation with the princess, though I tried the entire train ride back to Ponyville. Poor Spike tried to distract me with conversation, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate on his constant droning about comic book characters. Such happy fantasy seemed so far away.
Celestia knew something, and I wouldn’t be able to get it from her. That much was obvious.
I tried to act surprised when my friends greeted me at the station, complete with party by Pinkie. I smiled and talked to them quaintly about my trip, the weather, what was new in Canterlot. No matter how I tried to pull myself to the present, my mind would get pulled under a new wave of worry.
Twilight, are you listening? Rarity said, waving a hoof in front of my face.
Oh! I jumped, blushing. Sorry, Rarity. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.
Rarity nodded. Is there anything I can do for you, dear?
I looked at her, at the rest of my friends who had stopped to listen as well. Ever ready to help me when I was in need. I could have told them about my fears and worries, I could have told them about the demon. They would have jumped straight into action, ready to do anything they could to free me.
Rarity would put her business by the wayside.
Applejack would leave her beloved apple farm to be run by the rest of her family.
Rainbow Dash would need to find a replacement for the weather team, not to mention set aside training to join the wonderbolts.
Pinkie Pie would take time off from the bakery, leaving Mr. and Mrs. Cake to run the shop and one less pony to help them take care of the twins.
Fluttershy would even leave her animals in somepony else’s care, a pony who could never give them the love and attention that she could.
What made it worse was that none of them could do much of anything to help. I had been searching all my life for a way to escape my demon, I doubt they would have ideas on where to start looking. No, it was better not to clue them in until I had some sort of game plan. Or at least an idea.
Thank you, Rare, but no. I gave her my best smile, trying not to let any of my worry leak through. It’s a new assignment I need to do for Celestia, and it’s a doozy.
Rarity returned my smile, her posture relaxing. Well, if there is anything you need dear, you absolutely must let me know.
Everypony else returned to their conversations, and I felt my smile lift into a more genuine grin. These ponies really did care about me, but they wouldn’t butt in when the words ‘homework’ or ‘study’ were involved.
I realized Rarity was speaking again, and quickly turned my attention towards her. ...that friend of yours certainly knows how to deliver.
Friend? I blinked, hoping I hadn’t missed too much of the conversation.
Yes, that gentlecolt in the fashion business. Apparently, you mentioned my name to him at some point, and my latest collections have caught his attentions, ah! She let out a happy little squeak, practically dancing on her hooves. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the help, Twilight! I’m suddenly getting referrals to some very important ponies all across Equestria!
My smile began to stretch again as I tried to recall who I had mentioned Rarity to, especially in the fashion industry. I hadn’t associated much with other ponies before moving to Ponyville, and fashion had never really been much of a forte of mine. I wracked my brain, nodding to encourage Rarity to keep talking about her new partnership.
He is absolutely a doll. I must say, I found him somewhat intimidating at first. I mean, you don’t see ponies that tall and…
Ah-hah! I nodded as the memory clicked into place. He wasn’t really one of my friends, after all. My mother had a friend in the fashion industry, an extremely tall stallion who always seemed to be glaring. I had only really met him as a filly, and had been scared of him. I swore up and down to my mother that his shadow was always staring at me.
I told my mom all about her friends. Perhaps she had mentioned Rarity to one of her friends, and her friend took an interest.
I’m really glad it’s working out so well for you Rarity.
Rarity simply beamed, I really owe you so much, Twilight! I had worried that I might not get enough orders to cover my expenses this year, when in fact… I’m looking forward to a windfall! Really Twilight, if there is anything you need… just ask.
Rarity then turned away, her short trot clipping along the wooden boards of the platform. Some movement caught my attention, her shadow…
I shook my head, thinking that I must be more tired than I thought. For a moment I could have sworn that her shadow was smiling at me.
I cleared my throat to get everypony’s attention. Thank you for meeting me here, guys. I really hate to cut this short, but it’s a long day and I really want to get home.
Everypony smiled, rushing forward to give me a hug. Once I escaped, having to drag Spike away from catering to Rarity’s every whim, I made it to the library. We lit a few candles and organized the library before I let Spike go to do whatever he wanted before bed. Probably something to do with one of his comic books, if I knew him at all.
I still couldn’t pull my mind away from the conversation with Celestia. I kept turning her words over in my head. She knew of the demon because of Nightmare Moon. Could she have tried to deal with it, and he rejected her? Had she successfully made the deal, and somehow managed to escape his taint?
I shook my head. No. She… she wouldn’t. Would she?
I paced, eyes looking over the various titles of Ponyville library. I had already read through each book, a few of them multiple times. None of them had led me closer to the demon, but there was another option. An option I was loathe to consider.
Alright… you can come out now.
A cool breeze flowed through the room, sending a chill down my spine. As much as I tried to hold my composure I couldn’t stop the little twitch that arced through my neck, my head jerking to the side. I turned, quickly spotting the area of shadow darker than the rest, the candles glimmering off of his hooves.
That is such a cheap gimmick. I said, attempting to keep my voice steady.
No response.
So, are you going to tell me?
His grin spread wide across his face, that smile with no lips. It was very unnerving. Only ever having seen his muzzle, I couldn’t help but wonder if he even had eyes.
I have no idea what you mean he said. His slithery voice was starting to sound soothing rather than grating, as it usually was. I bit the inside of my cheek, berating myself inwardly for becoming accustomed to him in any fashion. I shook my head as I moved to sit on the couch. Don’t act as if you haven’t been eavesdropping on my conversations.
He shrugged. Or at least seemed to. While you are my favorite project, Twilight Sparkle, you are not my only one. I have others that I attend to, from time to time. So enlighten me, what do you wish to know?
My mouth drew into a tight line as I tried to burn a hole through his chest with my glare. To my chagrin, he only continued to smile. I sighed, placing a hoof on my forehead. What do you know about Celestia? Has she ever dealt with you? Or… the other one?
Other one? The thing threw it’s head back, cacophonous laughter echoing throughout the bottom floor of the library. So you know! You’ve heard of my brother. My dear Twilight, I am impressed.
He took a few steps towards me, though keeping towards the shadows. As I turned on the couch to face him I couldn’t help but ask, Well?
He settled into a corner, leaning against a bookcase. Do you really want to know? She really doesn’t seem to want you to find out…
Just tell me!
He chuckled Oh, if you insist, but I don’t think you will like it.
He knelt down to lay upon the floor, and more of his legs were revealed by the candlelight than I had ever seen. Red fur covered his crossed forelegs. He shifted a few times, as if attempting to get comfortable. I wanted to tell him to hurry up, but I bit my tongue. Rushing a demon capable of turning an Alicorn into her own nightmare did not seem prudent.
After a few exaggerated grunts and groans, he finally spoke. Ah, Celestia… She was a beautiful creature in her prime. He lifted a cloven hoof to rub it against his chin. Tell me, what do you know about Equestrian history during the time of Nightmare Moon?
What does that have to do with anything? I spat.
Humor me.
I sighed, thinking back. History was easy. When Luna became Nightmare Moon, she took command of more than half the armies. Mostly those who were loyal to her, but there were some who were coerced in one way or another. Threats to their family, blackmail, that sort of thing. Those that joined her willingly were… transfigured. She turned them into what have become known as the bat ponies.
Yes, go on.
Luna refused to lower the moon, which caused havoc all across Equestria. The tides, the crops, the weather… you name it, there was chaos. Celestia would try to lower the moon herself, or raise the sun, but magic doesn’t work like that. So… they went to war. Some say… My voice wavered as I thought the words. Some say they fought like ponies possesed.
The demon nodded. Yes, and they both were. However, there was a difference.
A glow appeared around his horns, and what appeared to be little figures of Luna and Celestia appeared on the floor next to him. Except that they were moving. I crawled down to the floor, fascinated by what I was seeing. The two of them looked around as if bored, not caring as I inched closer to them. My chin nearly drug on the floor as I tried to get a closer look. After a few moments I realized they were somewhat translucent.
You see, my brother and I are playing this… game, I suppose you would call it. And within this game there are rules. My brother broke those rules.
A shadowy figure appeared next to the Luna figurine. It jumped at her, covering her, until nothing more of her could be seen. Little Celestia didn’t seem to notice as the blackness drew back, revealing a tiny Nightmare Moon instead.
Celestia attempted to fight Nightmare Moon on her own, without my help. That first battle… her forces were crushed.
The little Celestia ran at Nightmare Moon, but with a little spark of light she flew back. She tumbled against the floor, the wind knocked out of her. She attempted to stand, but the little Nightmare Moon approached her, and stomp her hoof down on Celestia’s head. Again, and again. The little Nightmare Moon slammed her forelegs against Princess Celestia repeatedly. It didn’t end until Nightmare Moon levitated her long enough to throw her against the wall.
I sat, mortified, as I watched blood pour from the wounds. It looked like paint, coming from a vision the size of a toy. Yet that thought didn’t stop my heart from jumping into my throat. The smaller Nightmare Moon walked away, her attention caught by something else on the other side of the room.
Celestia nearly died that day, did you know that? Alicorns can die, if given enough punishment. They’re just very… very hard to kill.
Another shadow appeared, standing next to the fallen Celestia. The figure rolled to look up at the creature next to her.
She wanted so badly to save her sister. So badly, in fact, that she was willing to give up all of Equestria for it.
My mouth fell open as the tiny Celestia reached a hoof up to the shadow. Her forelock dangled limply, and her leg shook.
Can you believe that? This princess that the ponies revere as a goddess was willing to give me all their souls if I gave her the power to stop Nightmare Moon and redeem her sister.
The shadow reached out and took the princess’ hoof. When they touched, it was as if a shock of electricity flowed through the little Celestia. Her body shook and trembled, eyes rolling into the back of her head before going limp.
I watched it for a moment, reaching out to poke it with a hoof before she became encapsulated in light. She was raised into the air, pink mane suddenly catching fire. Her eyes open to reveal bright red irises.
After that, the two were more evenly matched. It wasn’t long before Equestria was covered in flames.
The floor between Nightmare Moon and Celestia burst with fire, and I could almost hear the screams. Nightmare Moon turned, eyes narrowed, to glare at Celestia. She unfurled her wings, and threw herself into the air. Celestia followed suit, and when they met their fighting was so fast that my eyes could barely keep up.
It wasn’t until one particular battle that things changed…
Little Celestia was thrown, dust and splinters exploded everywhere. I coughed, waving a hoof to try to clear the area around my face. When I opened my eyes, Celestia was sitting amongst rubble. Wooden beams and thatches of hay near her began to catch fire.
She shook herself, standing and spreading her wings to take off after Nightmare Moon. Before she began her ascent she took a moment to look down. In front of her was foal, lying limply before her. She reached out with her hoof, nudging his foreleg. He didn’t move.
Celestia backed up, looking around. Her face was green and her eyes glistened. Two ponies ran past her, falling around the foal. I couldn’t hear them, but one wrapped her legs around the lifeless body. Rocking back and forth, she threw her head back, mouth open in anguish. The second pony rested a hoof on the others shoulder, but it’s comfort was lost on the grieving mother.
The second pony looked to Celestia, mouth moving in words I could only guess at. Whatever they said, Celestia took off running, tears streaming down her face. She tripped over a piece of stone, and instead of rising to continue her run she simply curled in upon herself. Shaking as her tail and mane set the rubble around her alight with fire.
Many minutes passed and she stayed prostate. Minutes that felt like hours. Movement caught my eye as the shadow again appeared next to Celestia.
I went back to her. To find out why she had retreated. I couldn’t have my deals falling through, you see. She turned on me.
The little Celestia jumped up, grabbing the shadow and pressing her face against it. She shook with the words she spewed.
When she saw the little foal, the one that had died because of her… she came to a sort of realization. A paradigm shift, as it were. While she cared for her sister and wanted her back, she became aware of the responsibility she owed to her citizens. How powerless they were beneath the hooves of behemoths like her and Luna. She no longer wanted the powers, she wanted to take back her deal and save those souls she had promised me.
The little Celestia shook the shadow repeatedly, falling to her knees. She rocked herself back and forth, still gripping the shadow.
So… I granted her this.
My ears flicked forward, and my eyes tore away from the scene playing out before me. What? You just… let her out of her contract? Just like that?
No, of course not. He chuckled. I’m a business pony, not a Charity. She had used the powers I had given her, and that came with a price, as did reneging on our deal.
My eyes were drawn back to the figures. The little Celestia had let go, and was now nodding slowly, a hoof raised to her mouth like she was going to be sick. The shadow faded into nothingness, and the flames dissipated from Celestia’s mane. In their place was the waving, technicolor mane she was known for.
She promised me something very precious to her. Something that I could take at a whim and she would be powerless to stop it. He chuckled. She has tried very hard to work around that, to no avail.
The scene cleared, and once again Nightmare Moon and Celestia faced each other. Celestia opened a pack on her back, out of which floated the Elements of Harmony. They began to circle around her, faster and faster, until a rainbow beam shot from them. The beam hit Nightmare Moon, throwing her far and away… to the moon. Celestia sank to her hindquarters as the Elements floated slowly back into her saddle pack. Her shoulders began to shake as she raised a hoof to her face. She slowly faded, until she winked out of existence completely.
I looked up at the demon, licking my dry lips. What… what did she promise you?
He returned my gaze. Why, a filly. I would show up at any time to pick a pony at my choosing. That filly would say my words and take my oath. She would become my protege, so to speak.
My breath caught in my chest, I suddenly felt dizzy.
My dear, Twilight Sparkle… Princess Celestia promised me you.
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Thanks!
I could have gone the Twilight gets herself saved and expells the demon route, but then where would that leave it? It may as well go back to Twilight in the show, if a little more relieved
This way, I might get to write about what the demons plans are for her
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Indeed, this is what I'm looking forward to. Thing is, I have a lot of different ideas on how to go.
I could continue from the perspective of Twilight, but I think we all already know what's up with her by this point.
Or I could go from the viewpoint of someone who isn't exactly happy with Twilights rule, and therefore not subject to the demon. I have a very special pony in mind should I take this route
But I'm still not sure though. Regardless, I think I'm going to take a break from writing to work on my comic. Plus I still have to decide whether I'm going to continue on with Heart of Chaos. I like where the story is going, but it's hard to write it the way I wrote it. I may put that one on hiatus and rework it a bit
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While I like where it's going, I'm not sure I like where its been. To me the opening feels a bit awkward. Possibly because I'm writing in third person rather than first, and I'm not used to it. Plus, it starts out kind of bright, but slowly gets darker as I move closer and closer to the end. Right around the second (or is it third) it starts to pick up speed, but its still far from where I want it.
As for the comic, I'm doing two, actually. I'm doing an MLP crossover comic. I'm purposefully being a bit vauge about it because if something goes wrong and I decide I don't have the time or whatever people won't get disappointed. I also am a bit nervous that if I say, peeps might be go "Seriously? You're doing THAT?" I will give this little hint.. Fimfiction exclusive (muahaha) ZOMBIE PONIES!
A second one is my own original dragon comic, yay! Still a long ways off though
But if you're interested, I just started posting concept art on my deviantart. Feel free to check it out: bloodgoldwings.deviantart.com
Huh. Everything was pointing toward a horribly [Grimdark] ending. That was actually quite cheerful. Sure, the Elements are corrupted, but it doesn't seem like the demon gives a horseapple about plunging the world into eternal suffering. I like him. He understands eternal suffering just isn't that appealing anymore.
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Nah, he just wants to beat his younger brother into a bloody pulp. haha xD That's the thing about creatures that live long enough to watch planets be created and destroyed - they eventually get bored with picking on the natural inhabitants and need to find something else to do with their time. Well, at least for a little while...
Can't say I'm a big fan of the ending.
I expected Twilight to either join him or go insane trying to get rid of him, but rest of the mane 6 and Spike joining up was just way too abrupt. Celestia also seemed a bit too nonchalant with was happening to Twilight.
Still enjoyed the story and I do hope we get a sequel.
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Point taken. Celestia I thought of as 'working in the background' but I suppose that didn't really come across as well as it could have. I was hoping it would come out more as time went on, but I guess I didn't succeed. As for the mane six, I wasn't really sure how to do more with them without giving the ending away.
Also, I didn't really have any pre-readers/editors, so you're getting it kinda fresh from my head. I still am very early on in discovering my writing 'voice' so to speak, so perhaps as I improve and figure things out I'll come back to this one and work on it, keeping your comments in mind as I do.
That ending! Was not expecting that!
Excellent work! Enjoyed every chapter.
I`d love to see a sequel, but I would actually prefer to see it from Twilights perspective. Maybe how she becomes more powerful than Celestia and Luna, how she starts to obey the demons commands, how she slowly starts to become more and more evil. I don`t know, that`s up to you.
Whatever you decide, I will most definitely read it.
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Thanks I'm glad you like it! There will most probably be a sequel. Though I do plan on it being from another pony's perspective, I'll keep that in mind. But maybe I'll do some one shots from Twilight's perspective in between for practice. No promises though I've got a couple of ideas in the pipeline, the main problem is finding the time to actually do it, haha.
Great story. So many unanswered questions. What kind of author could be so cruel?
Oh.
Well, I enjoyed this story thoroughly. Now, I'll wait patiently until you reveal your next amazing talent.
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I'm so glad you liked it Remember, this little piece of work was inspired by you, so....
Sequel should be coming around soon
I don't often read stories like this – not because I don't want to , but because I rarely find any that are any good. Tales of the futile struggle against implacable destiny are just so... tingly. You know? I can't think of any other word for it. I get a tingle when I read a good tragedy. Simple as that.
Now to be honest I've just sneaked a look at the ending before I start and, weird formatting things aside, I'm looking forward to reading it properly. The journey from here to there seems like it'll be highly entertaining.
This is...different. I am not a fan of these stories but it was an interesting read. Approved for Twilight's Library
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I'm glad you like!
It was different from what I usually write, and I enjoyed it a lot. So much so that there will probably be a sequel soon!
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I agree with you, sometimes there isn't enough 'hope' to get a reader through to the end, which I tried to do here. I also tried to leave the potential ending as much of an unknown until the actual end
I hope you do enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Mmmm....now this was a delicious tragedy...
Robo like.
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Yay! Thank you!
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Fixed! And YAY!
I was going to get a picture of a pony being very ecstatic saying THANK YOU, but I found this instead and thought you'd like it better:
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This made me laugh so much harder than it should have Basically, yes. The magic doesn't understand 'language' as a concept - only the meaning behind the words. They could be written upside down and backwards and the magic would still 'get it'.
Oh wait, that's important to the sequelJust ignore thatEeyup! This was inspired by Kaidan's Puppet story... which has a buttload of earth pony racism in it.
It's probably because I'm super
narcissisticprudent and re-read my stories multiple times before and after releasingThankye!
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I seriously want to hug you right now
I think you mean "will".
Looks like you used 3 spaces there and not two.
Applejack is one word, no need to capitalize the "jack" either.
Too many spaces again.
I might have a pet peeve, Applejack.
You're strage!
"Yourself" and "recommend", an editos job is not done at "Fin". Even if it is in pretty text.
NO, PINKIE DON'T!
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I do not count this as tragedy. The main character lived, though it still a puppet to some demon, one who's motives are unknown. The future is still bright and open for the main character. I see if more as sad and dark. Kaidan's A Puppet to Her Fame showed the characters after years had past, both in despair. Here, they agree with their captor and are happy to go along with his plans. And since we do not know the motives of the demon, we cannot know if he has their best interest in mind or is just using them to use them. I see him more as a Celestia, but a little darker.
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Apparently, responses posted on a different chapter to do get a notification.
YAY LUNA!
Ummm, I mean, she is pretty cute isn't she.
Too late, I remember. (Sometimes.)
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And rereading your story over and over does not imply narcissism, it implies attention to quality, The narcissistic authors are those that write stuff and feel they are correct in how they wrote it and feel they are above correcting the errors.
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AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
Human contact! I might go into shock and die from an aneurysm!
Do you want me to die?
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Huzzabuh! You were busy after I decided to drag my ass to bed
*Cracks Knuckles* Well, lets see here...
I'll have to fix the errors after I do my work stuff, but I'll go ahead and address the rest now.
AppleJACK - just kidding. I wasn't sure whether or not to capitalize it. You know, cause things like MacWhatever or O'Irishname have the dual capitalization and I wasn't sure if that would somehow translate to ponies.
Headcannon: Magic is both its own entity as well as an entity inside all ponies. It exists in all ponies (my headcannon also says all ponies are different aspects of magic becoming consious to understand itself). But that's probably irrelevant and has no bearing on this particular point, so I shall fix eet.
Twilight is learning, but she's also showing the demon a measure of trust by accepting to listen to its story This is not good.
Also: This part of the story takes place when Luna was much younger than Celestia. Of course Luna is better once she's grown up Luna is best Princess!
Anyways: I originally had the gold-glyphed book in that spot, then decided it would be better to have TWO separate books that were the same but not the same that led to the same place (I've watched Ninth Gate waaaaay too many times )
She lacks in street smarts. Who to trust and certain amounts of self-restraint. And if you walked into a room where the two most powerful Alicorns have EXTREME shielding spells along with two other voices she doesn't know. It's also called "The dark side of the elements" so... will that really lead to anything good? She also didn't put 2+2 together to realize that Zecora was actually...
I felt that way about the ending, but I just wasn't sure. The Sequel will most likely end with a Tragedy. Probably.
Also:
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Anyhow, I will have to respond to the rest later cause I have works to do
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I was busy after you went to bed, which I should have done too. I finished around 12:30 PST then decided to lay DISHONORED till 5 in the morning. Not a smart idea.
Addressing things in order.
Thankfully you put the "just kidding" right after the name butchering, my head could have exploded. Big McIntosh should be spelled like so, due to the McIntosh apple. Though I am fine seeing it spelled as Big Macintosh as well, since spell checkers do not mind it.
So, in your head canon (it's canon, not cannon, unless you look like this).
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Ponies are basically magical entities that have gained sentience, not a combination of organic and magical? I want to understand your view better now.
You have never given us any reason to think that the demon is bad. The way I see it, a demon can be good if acting in the best interest of others. If those actions line up with its own agenda, all the better. I apparently do not have common sense.
I think you forget, Luna was always better than Celestia. But I can let this transgression slide. I am nice like that.
Sooo, they are not the same book. Also, have no seen that movie but [urhttp://exterminatusnow.co.uk/comics/20130710-little-shop-of-horrors.png]the Wikipedia article made me think of this.
The "dark side" of anything does not mean it is inherently bad. Also, Celetia and Luna probably know what is in the book, so why not Twilight too? Zecora, "evil", blasphemous! Though, if we suppose she is the same pony that drink to strange brew (heh, that movie) with the princesses mother's hair, Zecora is damn old.
I could still be happy if things turn out alright for Twilight, Rainbow, or Luna. Now that you have my top three, kill them all and make Trixie an alicorn.
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This will not end well for me.
HAHA! Try and keep up when I am posting more than you are! Actually, I am gonna be biking, running, killing myself later today, so you have a good chance.
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I'm at work, so if I'm any sort of busy you may still out-post me.
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Here we go!
Well, I probably would have stayed up later myself, but I have had an insomniatic week. so tired. Yet I can't get myself to sleep before midnight. Lately its been closer to 1 am. Even on worknights (I have to be at work by 8:30)
HEAD CANNON OMG
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Well, yeah, a combination of a organic and magic. But its more like magic manifesting itself physically. So, prepare for massive head canon explosion:
Magic initially manifested into ONE MAGICAL BEING, inorganic and more or less all powerful god-construct sort of deal. Said magical being creates the cosmos, including the planet/Equestria. The magical being then began to contemplate its existence, but realized that as simply one being it may never come to that conclusion.
So, being quite fond of equestria, it created four races of ponies - each in its image. (Earth/Pegasi/unicorn/alicorn. Alicorns are the most powerful since it is closest to the god being's image). It then broke apart its own consiousness and filled it into the ponies. Of course, ponies are unaware of this and live their lives. Finding their cutie marks/destiny is one tiny answer to the God-beings question, as well as the process of living. There is also rebirth and such so that each pony can delve deeper into their magical destinies.
A pony losing its ability to gain a cutie mark or giving up their REAL cutie mark essentially tears away at the god being.
Oh wait, could that possibly be spoiler-ish?Ignore thatI could go on, but that is more or less jist of that particular thing.
Hehe, I don't want to get into too much more without spoilerage.
I've given so much away alreadyI'll try to fix the part about the book though. I just missed changing everything.Also, I never said Zecora was evil. Just self-serving. But you hit the rest spot on.
So sowwy Luna! Canst thou forgiveth me? IT WAS FOR THE PLOTLINE ONLY I SWEAR
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No, go back. You have yet to respond to the other two.
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Haha, well... part of your comment will be answered when you start reading the sequel xD but I won't say which part.
And yes, two different books which are the exact same.
Ninth Gate:Back when Johnny Depp could act and didn't just play Jack Sparrow over and over again
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There are still two comments that need replying to!
Also, I am running late to be exercising, so you will beat me this time Jaestring! But be warned! You have not seen the last of ME!
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Ok, I actually had to do a full response; cause I am neurotic.
Workout time, YYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHH!
I too have an issue with bed, I con't get into it, and once I am in, I can't get out.
That head canon sounded a bit Diest to me in outlook. I guess it related back to what religion you grew up with. (Yes, I did just go there.) Though you also tossed bits of Hinduism in there, with re-incarnation.
Wait, so you're saying that Twilight gave up her real Cutie Mark! But the star one is just so cute! (Hmmm, so that is how they explain the name.)
Well, I see self serving as a bit evil since it requires using others as a means to an end. And I like to subscribe by Kant's view of morals, one of which is never make a person a means to an end, a person should always be the end. This is nice in theory, but hard in practice, still something to strive for.
ARNST THOU TRYING TO TEAR MINE HEART OUT?!
You caught me, I'm actually an agnostic theist I have to admit, though, I actually lean towards some pagan beliefs, as well as buddhist.
However, I was raised christian Not that I have a problem with Christianity in and of itself. But I just can't bring myself to believe it in its entirety.
But just to clear it up, so I don't have people racing to be all "GASP DEVIL WORSHIPER" (I've had that before, actually ) I simply believe that we can assume there is some sort of diety or cosmic entity out there based on observation. But we can't possibly know what the heck it is. Saying we can put some sort of definition on it is simply hubris.
ANYWHO
Indeed
Welp, time to go to lunch, you'll probably beat me back and kick the tar out of me comment-wise. But we shall see
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I am an agnostic atheist. I took a lot of religion classes in junior college so I could try and understand what my friends believed better. All my friends where Christian as I grew up, some pretty hardcore. They took me to church, same as my parents sometimes, but I always felt left out. Everyone in the church was singing and feeling something but I just felt awkward, even when I was like 7. None of it made much sense to me, the whole "Arc" deal blew the Bible as a factual document out of the water at a young age. When I was 10, I was reading stuff by Steven Hawking for fun, I think that might be telling.
HA, what about me makes you think I would call you a "Devil Worshipper"? After that previous paragraph, I am pretty sure I am closer to a Devil Worshipper in the eyes of Evangelists than you. Though no one has called me that yet, I would kind of like it though. Could spawn an interesting conversation, though I doubt they would listen to anything I say.
I support we cannot prove or disprove the existence of a God or gods. Therefore, the default position is a lack of belief. There could be a teapot orbiting the sun such that we cannot observe it. But that does not mean it is there. I over simplified this a lot.
Also, I could not reply to this comment since you did not "Reply" to it, therefore, I did not know it existed.
How was lunch, I woke up and had breakfast.
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Heh, got this one as well.
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RESPONDING TO ALL THE THINGS!
You still have more to go.
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What you gonna do about it?
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Wow, we really did live similar lives. My best friend drug me to church for years, and I felt the same way. The only thing I liked about it (and the reason I kept going) was cause I wanted to spend time with people.
Lets see lets see. I was approached by two Evangelists when I was 11 saying I was going to go to hell for no reason whatsoever. I had a born again christian go absolutely nuts saying I was going to go to hell for wearing a dragon necklace when I was 13 (too bad she didn't realize I was reading a book about wicca right in front of her face ) I stared down another evangelist in a church when she was doing the whole speaking in tongues and telling everyone their fotunes thing when I was 17. A few months later my Ex started claiming that I was worshiping the devil and that he could see demons folowing me (I suspect he may have been schizophrenic) . A later ex-boyfriend said that even though I don't belive the devil the devil believes in me. >.>;
I lost my belief when all the preachers started saying "thats just the way things are" when I asked questions. "God has just always been there" didn't satisfy my little inquisitive brain.
I didn't start getting into Stephen Hawking till I was older. I was one of those that would sit and watch cold case files, American Justice, etc. for hours on end. I wanted to be a homicide detective so bad, but I don't think I could ever be a cop. Then I thought I could be a forensic pathologist, and that didn't work out either. So business degree for me
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I liked only being with my friend. Everyone else seemed to think they were talking to something that wasn't there. It confused me and made me feel as if I did not belong there.
Haha, crazy people who have been taught to be crazy in my book. I feel sad for them, they have been told his is true from a young age, and when we are young we listen to everything adults say. I would rather stick with things that can be shone scientifically. Though I have gone camping with a bunch of pagans. It was kinda weird but interesting to see. I felt like the only sane one there, which is new for me. I usually the one that says the crazy shit.
I feel children are great little scientists, they try things, if it doesn't work, they try it again but differently. Also, they love to ask questions. Looking back, I think my parents for always telling me and my sister to always question things and look for answers. And so today I like asking questions and answering other people's questions. It made being a math tutor fun. Also, I got to have other crazy math tutor friends.
Awww, what happened? I wanted to be a pilot, but then colorblindness. Colorblindness struck again when I wanted to be a licensed ship mechanic. Also, any technician jobs with the military; cause who doesn't want to take apart an Apache attack helicopter, or any helicopter! After that I wasn't sure, so I just took all the math and science classes I could. So I ended up mechanical engineer. I am not sure if it is what I like, but I like many things. Philosophy, physics, chemistry, biological engineering (T virus anyone?), and math, it is all so fascinating!
Could you have not picked graphic design?
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I actually did start out in art & design. But then I realized that it didn't matter how good I am (or am not), it has nothing to do with the talent, practice, degree, etc that an artist goes through to become said artist. It has to do whether the commissioner/company likes the art.
I also realized that about 75% or more of the artists in my graduating class were floozies, and I have enough trouble working with people who are only incompetant. (wait, I say this and I decide to get a business degree. I must be a masochist)
Well, long story short: 14 years or so is a long time (and it would cost a LOT of money). Long story short - I don't have the resources to go into that sort of career, and taking out as much money as it takes for the loans would pretty much be financial suicide. I have business experience, even management experience, so it ended up being the logical choice. At least for now. Who knows, maybe if I'm successful I could go back to school, or maybe even make a career out of art I enjoy (which would also be awesome). Then again, if I could do anything I wanted, I would probably go back and do engineering, possibly biological engineering. I want to learn how the world works, but I'm just too busy to really sit down and study on my own.
Anyways, part of the problem was that I was backwards in terms of parents. Don't get me wrong, they were quite supportive, but they WANTED me to go into a career in art or music, rather than go out to be a doctor or a scientist or something fancy shmancy like that. I think they were (and possibly still are) trying to live vicariously through me. Whenever I say I want to get a job that will bring me some sort of financial stability, they always get upset spouting the whole "Money isn't everything!" like I'm some money-minded blue-blood
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Yeah, artists don't do a whole lot, least the painting kind. Though everyone needs icons for shit. What the hell is a floozy? I see as a girl that wears too much make up and is an idiot, only caring about the superficial. And a business degree is chock full of idiots. Everyone gets a business degree it seems. Yet they can get higher pay than an engineer who is way smarter than them. I don't have any anger about the subject at all.
So you wanted to be more like a prosecutor, like a lawyer? Guess how much I don't like them. Why an engineer? There are other careers that teach more about the world. I might have gone into bio/genetic engineering but I had invested a lot of time into physics and math, also O-chem is a pain.
My parents just supported my sister and I in what ways they could, just being on us to pay attention and get good grades, that sort of thing. Past that, they didn't really care. Are your parents artists or something? Also, I have issues with money, mainly I have no idea how to earn it. I was prepared to drive to Sacramento just to install hard drives into a friend's dad computer at his work for free. Apparently people are payed for that.
Having blue blood would be weird. "What is this weird shit coming out of my arm?"
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Floozy: 1.slang insult: an offensive term that deliberately insults a woman as being vulgar and promiscuous
I swear, so many of the people in my class were either floozies, or airheads, or even pinheads. There were many wannabe hipsters that thought abstract art was groundbreaking and that the broke artist lifestyle would only be temporary. Plus, what finally killed it for me was a teacher who couldn't stop talking about how her divorce was what inspired her art (as in, we had slides. Of her, her husband, things that made me feel uncomfortable, and her art). T'was very annoying. I couldn't work with people like that.
And OH GAWD NO I do not want to be a lawyer of ANY kind. No, I wanted to help gather evidence in a sort of who-done-it fashion. Put the pieces together. GIve loved ones some answers. Naw, let the punishment go to the beaurocrats.
I was thinking engineer just cause I have lots of ideas. Heh, I used to try to think about how organic machines would be possible, like, trying to come up with a way to make synthetic chlorophyll for example. Silly, huh I actually once designed a self-cleaning birdbath/fountain. I don't know if it actually worked (I never put it together - plus, this was back when I was still an idiot freshman and thought I could be an art student), but I really enjoyed coming up with stuff like that.
And nope, my parents were career military. They kinda got to the point where they felt that life should be about living and not about material things. Overall I agree with them, but its kind of hard to live without financial ability to take care of oneself.
And I could have done graphic design, but again, it got to the point of "I don't want other people telling me what to do with my art"
I is grumpy artist, lol
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Ok, so my definition was just about spot on. I am awesome.
Well, Theory of a Deadman has all their good songs based on breaking up or bad relationships. I find it pretty funny. Though I do not know your choice in music. I don't even know what I hipster is, I associate it with trying to be different, like all the other people trying to be different and wearing terrible cloths. My friend calls me a hipster just cause I want to have stuff that other people don't; I think he is using the word wrong.
Oh, I have a friend who is doing that. She was working on a project trying to find out why semen fluoresced. But then she went chasing after her boyfriend who didn't seem to put a whole lot into their relationship.
So you would be the crazy gal in the lab. That is the best place to be, all those chemicals!
I like taking things from nature and re-purpose it. Why come up with something new when you can just have bacteria make way too much chlorophyll? What would happen with the runoff from the birdbath? Either you get new water or have a filter that will need replacing at some time.
Aww, the military, that explains the moving earlier. Both my parents families were military but they were not themselves. I might have gone into the military if I could have done something other than being a grunt.
Though like firearms, I like those a whole bunch. Actually going to a 600 yard competition this weekend. I am not super good, but there is only one way to get better. Shoot
peopletargets...The NSA and FBI will be swarming me in a couple hours, I just know it.
Least you are an artist, I am a grumpy not artist. Shhhhh, don't think about it.
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Oh, I'm not saying problem relationships can't create good art. Quite the contrary, some of my best happened because of relationship strife. But when its the same thing, every day, for two hours... the only thing she talks about, in a class required to graduate...
Not the worst teacher I've ever had. But she's on my shortlist.
Hipster
Its too long to copy/paste the entire definition.
Yeesh. I dropped one of my exes like a hot potato when he even mentioned me abandoning a career cause he wanted to be "the man of the house." I'm no feminist, but couples should at least support each other in their endeavors. Then again, maybe I'm just old fashioned.
And, hey, that's pretty cool! I didn't know that. Hmmmm... Now, the question is, is there a way to harvest the energy produced by said chlorophyl? As for the fountain, I believe it had filters that just needed to be pulled out and dumped. I was trying to think of a way for it to do this automatically without energy when my mind got distracted by other things. I remember what I had started to come up with had a water wheel, but I don't remember much more than that. I'd have to look for hte old design..
Good luck with the competition! I want to learn how to shoot. My boyfriend keeps saying he'll teach me but keeps putting it off -_-; And have things I need to buy more than paying for a class
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Best art cause of relationship issues? Did it involve any stabbing? I was mainly noting how something similar and thinking how it was funny. I don't suppose you had any friends in the class you could have griped about the teacher with.
So you see hipsterism as a good thing? Cause according to the definition I sorta am a "hipster". But actually shopping for certain cloths, naw, would rather get the regular cheap things that last forever.
Wait? Wouldn't being "old fashion" mean you would want to drop the career and be a homemaker? Cause when I think "Old Fashion" I think Quakers or hardcore Mormons. I really don't see why both parents wouldn't work. Though taking care of kids can be a pain.
You would need to find a way to harvest the ATP that is created, or just turn it into a sugar like plants normally do. There are more practical ways to create usable in the form of electricity. I think that is where you are going, not better food production. Why use the sunlight to get chlorophyll working when you can harvest sunlight instead and turn that into electricity. Was it self cleaning cause it had a pump on it? That would really be the only way to get a continuous flow.
What sort of things need to be bought? Also, why would you need to go to a class? Why not just a shooting range with someone who already knows the rules and safety for firearms? I don't think I have ever taken a class. Only classes I know of is stuff like "Hunter's Safety" and that is only needed if you want to hunt. I personally would rather shoot targets, I don't see the point in killing a deer. Maybe squirrels though.
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Haha, no, no stabbing. But I find my best art happens when I'm emotional. Hmmm, I could link back to one in my gallery, but its a mature one. Darn
And yeah, there was a group of five of us that spent the entire class rolling our eyes and putting hats on skulls. Cause it was fun. DON'T QUESTION ART STUDENT LOGIC.
Hmmm, I have to admit that was probably one of the nicer definitions I've seen regarding hipsters. As far as I can tell they are big on being "ironic" and "anti-mainstream" to the most possible extent. The whole "that's too mainstream" and "before it was cool" meme stem from hipster subculture. But I honestly don't really know enough about it to really give a full on description myself.
Here's a more in-depth definition if you're interested: http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/hipster
You're probably right. Sometimes I think too far outside the box OOO there's a box? Can I play with eet?
Things that need to be bought: Gun, bullets, target.
Class because people who tell me they'll show me how to shoot always find reason not to. Or I don't feel comfortable with some of the people who offer
I'd honestly rather learn for protection for anything else. If I'm going to hunt, I'd rather get myself a bow and learn some archery.
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And when I say being "old fashioned" I meant being supportive of each other. You know, good ol' family sticking together sort of deal.
According to people I know, I'm "old fashioned" because I think functional families should be the norm as opposed to the exception. Don't get me wrong, my family is far from functional. Doesn't mean I can't feel that way, though.
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Yeah, I need to get into the mood of the scene I feel if I ever try writing anything. Been looking for songs that illicit a similar feeling like Sober -Tool but haven't found much.
Putting hats on skulls, like drawing or were there actual skeletons? Dressing those things up would be fun I can imagine. We had fun in my anatomy class naming our cats and drawing on the worksheets.
I just know I am called a hipster by my one friend at the 4 year college I attend (I know, one friend, my life is sad). Though I like being "ironic" and "hypocritical", cause that is satirical.
Think out of the box sure, but make it being practical; therefore, efficient. Also, I like boxes too!
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Your boyfriend knows how to shoot, yet does not have access to any firearms? Well, if you ever find yourself near Sacramento, I would be willing to give you a lesson if possible. (Now how can I make this sound creepier.) Dinosaurs!
Now to not sound shady... Kittens. Are. Cute.
Your worries are now gone.
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What does "functional" mean? Cause I guess I am the product of one. Both parents stayed married, both grandparents are still married (the ones who are alive), stay in touch with the family. I always thought that was the norm. But Ah gru up in ah small li'l town in California.
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I like listening to instrumentals and stuff. E.S. Posthumus, various movie/game musics, and the like. There's a very awesome compilation someone did if you go to Youtube and search "inspirational music" that's about four hours long.
Actual skulls, no full skeletons. They were props for life drawing. It was fun though. I wonder if I still have the hat/skull picture around here somewhere.
AWWWWWW SO CYUTE! I take it you like Maru, then? xD
Something like that.
Uh Oh..
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Anyways, yeah, that's more or less what I meant when I said functional. We could also tack on "No exceedingly overbearing family issues." There will always be issues, but I'm talking BIG CRAPTASTIC ONES.
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I generally listen more to rock sub-genres and electronica. But, as I write this I am listening to, ummm, E.S. Posthumus - Nara. I like the drum work in the background.
So you got real human skulls? Like that were actually living? Cause I am guessing not. The amount of people that donate their body to art would be fewer than the ones that donate it to science.
I don't follow Maru, but I have watched a lot of those videos. I do not know why a cat jumping into a box is to funny.
Now to look up how not to scare people and be less creepy.
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I have learned to not act like this duck (or goose).
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I am not sure what "big craptastic problems" would be. In my family, that would be an affair and divorce. But that is the norm in others.
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Muahahaha, Le Quack xD
But yeah, I listen to other stuff. That's what I listen to when I need inspiration. I pretty much like everything to a degree. I'm not a huge fan of straight up country (though I like a lot of crossover country) Nor am I a huge fan of rap, though I like a few songs. I REALLY enjoy a lot of techno/electronica/trance/dubstep/etc. Rock is good, but lately it all sounds the same. Then again, there are subgenres I could listen to, but I'm too lazy to go look for it.
Nope, animal skulls. Specifically, we once put a fedora on a coyote skull. It was fancy.
I have deduced I use the word fancy WAY TO OFTEN
I'd rather not say what big craptastic issues could be aside from what you've mentioned. They'd hit too close to home. Yuck
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I never has much time to watch Courage the Cowardly Dog since my sister and I could only watch it when we visited our grandparents. Being in the country meant we only got 7 channels. So after school, we only watched "Wishbone".
Oh lordy, I feel a YouTube song dump coming. I like this song for it's bass guitar and drums, the dark tones are also fun. Desperationm anger, and such words come to mind. This song has good beats and always gets me to do a head bob, even when it is only playing in my head during a test. I chair danced through my finals The only rap I really listen to are pony songs, and they aren't really "pure" rap. Again, another pony video, but this is a jump style song I really like for some reason. And here's a little something from one of the best rock bands ever.
Wooo, I'm tuckered out.
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Also, while looking for the above image i found this one, I laughed.
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Coyotes are always fancy in a fedora... On second thought, what isn't fancy in a fedora?
I apparently use "apparently" far too much; however, "however" gets some good use as well.
OH great, you just tipped my mind back into the gutter! JUST AS I CRAWLED OUT TOO! I am gonna have to start my climb all over again.
Hope all those vids slowed you down, also you forgot the whole "Mass Effect" convo. I made more fun of Kaidan.
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Haha, I saw that. I wasn't sure where to go with it.
Plus if I'm going to get anything done I had to cut back a little. Cause we've got, what... four conversations going at once? It's been fun talking to someone about random shit though.
Ohhh! Tool. My favorite song is the one that describes the genocide of carrots. But I can't remember which one that one is
CLIMB. CLIMB HEATHEN.
And LOL RAINBOW DASH WAT R U DOIN?
I'm getting tired too, but this minecraft ain't gonna play itself!
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Also, I'll send you some music tomorrow, cause otherwise we will never finish this conversation.
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You go read a book, duh!
Four meaningful conversations, not the stuff that is either an image or single word that Swirls does. That started to get annoying. I am sure you are only replying like I am, it is all I can do. Would seem easier just to use a chat client or something like that.
You mean this song? Cause I like this one. But to each their own.
Heh, it's funny cause I am a heathen. Nothing dirty there, so still climbing.
RAINBOW DOES AS SHE PLEASES, SHE'S MOTHERFUCKING RAINBOW DASH!
You're playing a GAME! Crap, I have just been replying. Though I guess it is 12 for you.
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All the musics!