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Death Pony


When nopony ever seems to die, what does an out of work reaper do? He writes stories I guess.

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So Daisy Chain not only made a cooking reference, but is confirmed perverted?

Pocket Faerie be Sanji, bitches!!!

This is a tale I would rather tell only once.” With that, Discord rolled his wrist and was suddenly holding an object. He began filling what appeared to be an old pipe, seemingly carved from a single piece of a black wood, with a dried leaf of some sort and sat down on an exquisite lounge chair he pulled from behind his back.

I know this.
This is damn near straight out of Eragon, when he went to ask Brom about dragons!

Enjoying this so far your putting me through the paces with references I know I've missed acouple already, anyway Thanks for Writing!

Comment posted by Death Pony deleted Jul 21st, 2015

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No problem. I enjoy it and since I tend to geek-out about anything I find interesting, the references will abound. Glad you're enjoying it!

Not all those who wander are lost.
- J.R.R. Tolkien

Nice choice.

I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade... And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.
- Ron White

How did u know this was my fav quote :pinkiehappy::derpytongue2:

Princess Mi Amore Cadenza was standing as still as a statue with her eyes wide open, one hoof holding a bright red lollipop in mid-trip to her mouth. Her mane was tied up in a rather childish ponytail, similar to how she once styled it during her foalsitting days and she was wearing what one could only describe as a high school uniform, complete with pleated skirt and long socks. Looking equally poleaxed was Shining Armor, who was currently sitting on his rump in a young-colt’s play outfit, complete with propeller cap and colorful schoolbag. It seemed that their ‘game’ was interrupted by the surprise teleportation and their brains had simply shut down in response.

Hey I'm not going to judge. We all have a secret fetish. Even though Celesta's cake fetish is pretty obvious. :moustache:

Sorry all, work has been keeping me busy along with real life issues, money problems, scandal and the occasional assassination attempt. As soon as things calm down, I'll be back to this story.

This feels like a fairly happy go lucky moment. Where is the other shoe and when is it going to drop? Because I wouldn't put it past a mimic to be involved. Also, feel like he should hang on to the Cypress Hill Stick until he can find another good stout stick so that he can have a connect and lock staff, or a pair of beating sticks. After all, he was chosen by chaos, and an aspect of chaos is change. Besides, the current weapon types are all exclusively maim/grievous injury/death types in even semi competent hands. A staff or a pair of beating sticks are perfect for training because you just have to change striking speed, rather than carry a set of training spears/swords/chakrams/halberds... You get the idea.

“Indeed. Henceforth, I shall use the name Archimedes. It’s both stylish and classic,”

Regardless of being inorganic in nature, this still applies:

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Yeah, I was making a reference to the Sword in the Stone, but indeed; the pigeon works too.

Now if only we had a guarantee that it wouldn't take a new year for a new chapter.

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While that would make it a serialized fic, I will try to release a bit more often than once a year.

The real cause for his agitation however, was the appearance of a frightening new monster that Nathan spotted from a distance and had no intention of tangling with at this time; namely something his HUD labeled as a Wolf-Spider . As expected, these were full grown wolves with bulbous abdomens where their tails would be and four additional limbs of the arachnid variety: two jutting eerily from the front-shoulder area and two from behind the hind wolf legs. The most unnerving thing about the creatures to the hero was the multitude of wolf eyes peering over a fang-filled snout that was turned sideways , like a spider’s mandible. Just looking at the things from a distance turned his stomach and he felt the violation of such a creation. He watched as they moved with a liquid scuttle across the grasslands, pouncing on anything too slow to escape and wrapping them up in silk cocoons for later eating. Nathaniel was keen to notice Daisy Chain hovering as close as possible in abject terror of being spotted.

Its okay, I didnt need to sleep.

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