Your turn.
The collab is simple. Choose your character. Tell your eulogy. Get it off your chest.
Make them listen.
I know as much as the next guy that life has a habit of kicking when you're down.
Not today.
Let's kick it back.
Sock, Sock, Shoe, Shoe?
Or
Sock, Shoe, Sock, Shoe?
Defend your answer.
GOODBYE BARFLIES...
Today is the day.
At 6:30 PM PST, the six members of the Barcast will be getting together to sit, reminisce, drink, talk, and answer any final questions you may have. I know I'll cry. I'll definitely laugh though too. And yell. And swear. And then cry.
We're gonna read your comments and questions
Ask us anything!
Your turn.
The collab is simple. Choose your character. Tell your eulogy. Get it off your chest.
Make them listen.
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As a talented drunk-write-a-chapter-and-then-never-publish-another-chapter-again orange such as myself, I feel the non-fruit drama permeating through this with such gusto I can’t help but wonder why? Why must us fruit be so acidic yet so delicioso? Why must our sweetness be a bane of some and a boon for others? Why must I be full of seed, never to sneed? I applaud you for opening my mind to this, for I’ll never be able to do so again.
I shall begin this request of yours, dutifully.
With love,
Orange of Citrus
5781644
Yeah. I choose a coughing baby, okay starting now:
cough cough
cough
In all seriousness, I think he means as another story.
Who's "them?"
Okay, I wrote a story. Do I post it now or what?
5781707
Go for it. Nothing's formal.
Winona
Howl! Woof, woof, woof!
Woof—woof, howl?
Woof! Howl. Woof.
Woof.
Woof / howl. Howl / woof.
Woof; woof; woof.
Wof. Whoof. Wouf.
Woof, howl. Woof howl.
Woof-howl. Woof–howl.
Woof woof woof and howl.
And howl. And woof.
But woof?
"Woof." he wept.
"Woof," he howled.
"Woof!"
He woofed.
---
Woof.
T-woof and comment.
5781741
Beautiful
*a random pony trots up to the stage*To put it simply this weird looking corpse was a good way to waste my time at school a long time ago I am in high school now so this hasn’t changed really but to put it simply thank you all of you you proved to me that ponies aren’t gay to love and after I gave this weird ass fandom a chance and that I will always be here like you were always there for me and I will stay here until this fandom is dead and gone thank you *trots off into the crowd*
I am fucking dumb what does this word mean sorry if its obviouse
5781804
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/eulogy
Starswirl was a once in a millennium prodigy when it came to spellcraft. Everything from his beard to his clothes to his choice of horn polish was all to facilitate the art of magic.
So when he showed up to the funeral wearing sunglasses, a Kansas City Chiefs ballcap, and an Eras Tour tshirt that was clearly originally cut for a human, ponies were naturally concerned.
Shortly after he took the stage, the concern turned into panic. Most of the panic originated from the ponies not native to Ponyville, but it was still moderately shocking to see him take the stage...
... In his magic...
Throwing it into the fking sun.
The podium was soon to follow, but he kept the microphone, bringing it in close. He then pulled a Phoenix Ash blunt out of his beard, lit it, and took the longest drag in pony history. Exhaling two streams of crimson smoke from his nostrils he looked out over the crowd and said five simple words:
"How low... can you go?"
Then Starswirl the Bearded sent the coffin, corpse, and fandom...
To Limbo.
5781836
yeah I am dumb I really just need to look stuff up