My first real riff, it would seem. · 2:10pm Feb 11th, 2013
Behold, the destroyer of verisimilitude.
Well, the dislikes dragged me over with a dropkick to the face.
Shall we dig in, hmm?
I...*sighs deeply*
>character is a brony
>the sole outcast in school, no one likes him
>parents hate him, hell you might even say the universe at large hates him
Your character makes just about as much sense as this gif.
"Wheres that book on long distance teleporting?" she asked, obviously flustered.
What's she got in mind? I am really excited to find out! *sarcasm can be sold as food additive by this point*
Twilight opened the book and began reading through. She didn't understand why the Princess wanted her to figure out how to teleport something from another dimension, and just as she thought, she wasn't able to find anything in the book about it.
Are you serious? I mean, really? Is this shit for real?
Maybe, just maybe, if she could modify it, it just might allow her to teleport something from said dimension. She read the spell and began channeling her magic and cast the spell, modifying it in the proccess.
TWILIGHT DOESN'T DO ANYTHING HALF-ASSEDLY! IF YOU EVEN KNOW A SMIDGEN OF ANYTHING ABOUT MLP THEN YOU'LL KNOW SHE HAS CHECKLISTS IN ABUNDANCE
The next thing I knew, I was lying on a grassy hill. Looking up at a strangely cartoony sky.
Jesus motherfucking... It gets worse as I go on, in defiance of common sense and good judgement.
"Up on the hill behind Sweet Apple Acres. It appeared as if it was teleported, like that flash thing that happens when you teleport." Dash replied.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"Of course, where I'm from, Theres and entire show about you and your friends. It's one of my favorite shows." It replied.
AND NO WORLD-SHATTERING NEWS WERE EVER TOLD THAT DAY
EVER
This whole 'story' is a clusterfuck of idiocy. I'm fairly sure I know which pony will be the unfortunate that JAYSUN'S eyes will fall upon.
Scratch that, I don't want to die yet. Not now.
I hope this fuckin' thing fucking stalks you for the rest of your life.
The Crossover Master, a neckbeard-toting asshole and crossover writer, signing off.
I cannot even...