I kept my promise to Pinkie, and she kept her promise to me. Now, I'm in Equestria as a pony with no fingers. So I'll need Spike's help with the videos.
I made a promise to Pinkie a few days ago. I haven't broken the promise, I just need some time to keep it. Pinkie also made a promise to me. I just haven't been there for her to fulfill it yet. We finally kept our promises, and now I'm starting a weekly vlog on YouTube. I don't care if people think it's just camera effects, I'll do a livestream one day and prove those people wrong. But the first step is to teach Spike how an iPhone works.
Wake up. Stare blankly at a screen. Sometimes eat breakfast, sometimes skip. Get dressed in previous night's clothes for college. Drive 40 miles while listening to mindless dubstep. Sit in class trying to listen to the teacher, but failing miserably due to fatigue. Go to the student lounge and sit on the couch, listening to more mind-numbing dubstep. Stare blankly at a screen. Drive home listening to dubstep. Browse the kitchen for food. Shut your bedroom door. Stare mindlessly at a screen. Get internally pissed at your parents for calling you, not caring for what reason. Mindlessly say 'yes' or 'no' and do what your parents ask. Eat dinner, no matter what your mom fixes. Sometimes take a shower, sometimes keep staring at a screen. Go to sleep. Never remember your dreams.
Combine that with a gray sky, cold harsh winter wind, standing in heavy rain with no jacket or umbrella, or all three. Oh, don't worry, that's only on the worst days. I'm thankful that the sun shines and reveals a blue sky on most days, although summer proves to be another harsh time of the year. Sure, I've had my fun in the past, but no longer... Ever since my last trip with Salomon, I haven't had any fun. And no, laughing at something through a screen is not fun. Neither is playing a video game. Or watching others play video games. It might be funny to see PewDie's reaction to Skate 3, but that's all it is: funny. No fun.
My Skype friend, Dasher, is a brony. I don't think he's a closet brony because he once did a livestream and showed a bunch of people two videos that I remember. One video freaked me out, and I thought I would be scarred for life after that. Do not watch Smile HD if you value your sanity. The other one was what made me a brony. Anyone who is a big fan of dubstep, listen to Dubstep Dishwasher. I don't want the people around me knowing about me being a brony. I researched it later, and figured out I'm a closet brony.
I later found a website called Equestria After Dark. Don't ask why I was searching; my dirty mind gets in the way at night. I found an intriguing story that was close to the top of my list of favorite stories. It was called "Swirling Bass Cannon." If it wasn't for the sex scenes, it would have been a great romance novel. After reading the story (or what was completed of it at the time), I decided to start writing my own stories. Sure, I have college work to do, but I can still make stories on my free time. I can only hope that my stories are as good as my ideas.
I need to drop my Composition II class. I'm failing miserably. I already missed two essays. Ever since I missed the second one, I've started skipping that class. It's not that I hate the teacher, he's very nice. He's just strict and subtle. After a week of not turning in my first essay, he called me out of class and said something along the lines of "You didn't turn in your essay....You do realize that's a hundred points off of your grade. It's impossible to overcome. You will fail my class....All choices have consequences, and you chose not to turn in your essay....You need to drop my class. I'm just telling you where you stand." He acted like a father figure to me when I had failed. He was a nice teacher, but I had failed him.
So here I am, laying on my bed, in a bedroom painted lime-green, illuminated by a lamp with a broken...what's the thing that filters the light and makes it like a funnel? I guess it's a lamp, I don't know. Anyway, the top thing is being held up by one of the cases that I once used for my glasses. My bed's a mess; it's on the floor, the blankets and sheets are scattered on my bed, and I still haven't put any pillowcases on my pillows. My TV is on a desk in my closet, where I hang some of my clothes: mainly my jacket and the church clothes I never wear. Curtains are hanging up to block the light from the windows. I'd have more luck with a black blanket, but I shouldn't be complaining. My room isn't very big, so I don't like others in my room. Sure, it's average for a bedroom, but I still don't like others in my room; mainly for privacy purposes. Even if I lock my door, everyone knows how to get in. Yeah, the only purpose for it was to keep my little sister out.
I'm reading the sequel to "Swirling Bass Cannon" for two reasons: the story is beautiful and detailed, and I need something to clop to. Even though the story sometimes fails. Anyways, it's about 11:48 now, so I should probably go to sleep. I hooked in my earbuds, opened my sleeping app, and set it up for the night. I will keep my promise, Pinkie, I thought. I just hope you keep yours, too. I usually take a long time to drift off to sleep, so I just thought of different self-inserts, from my favorite beyblade self-insert with my Storm Libra ED145ES, to a Pokemon self-insert with me and Machoke doing intense training that almost matches that of a saiyan, and finally to the pony self-insert.
Don't worry, silly! Pinkie thought as she was about to drift off to sleep. Nopony breaks a Pinkie promise. I will get you here somehow. She then started thinking of dessert. Mmmmmmm...Caaaaaake...
I saw myself in the room. It was exactly as I had imagined it; a square blue room with nothing in it. I haven't had a dream I could remember since the elevator dream, so I thought it was strange that the dream was a bit too clear. "Hi, Pinkie," I said.
"Hi, Matt!" Pinkie responded.
I then imagined my iPhone plugged into a bass speaker similar to Vinyl's Bass Cannon. I scrolled through my playlist and found the song I was looking for; Dr. Ozi - Carnivalstep VIP. "Ready for some fun?" I asked.
Pinkie nodded furiously and simply replied, "I'm up for some fun!" She knew me enough to know I don't like people--or ponies--who talk too much. Well, in my mind, she did.
I started the music, and we started dancing. Then something strange happened at the drop. After the guy said "Makes 'em funny," a vortex formed under our feet. I thought it was only a visual effect that took form in my dream, but I soon realized we were starting to get pulled toward the vortex. Every strange noise that the drop made complemented the vortex in every way. The parts that I called "black noise" increased the vortex's power, and after what I called "white noise," I noticed that my phone was unplugged from the speaker, my charger was plugged in, and both were travelling into the vortex. I thought I would immediately wake up, but instead I blacked out. But not before hearing Pinkie yell, "WHEEEEEEEEE!!!" I didn't feel pain; just intense pressure.
Description: Yeah, don't ask me why, just watch the video. I taught Spike how to record with an iPhone. The video says it all.
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The first things that were shown on camera were a few bookshelves, several scattered books, and a frustrated purple unicorn mumbling something about a "five-minute flight spell." The surrounding area was made mostly of wood. The only pieces of furniture the camera could see were a couch and a rug.
"Is it recording?" a voice asked. It sounded like a teen male's voice.
"Yeah, I think so," another voice replied. This one sounded young.
Just then, a figure appeared on-screen. He had grayish-blue fur, a light-blue mane and tail with a strip of gray in the middle, and light-purple eyes. He had a horn on his head, just like the purple unicorn did. "Well, is the red circle flashing?" he asked.
"Umm, just a sec," the one behind the camera replied. "...uhhh, let's see...yeah, it's blinking."
"Alright, we should be good to go, then," the gray-blue unicorn said. "Oh, one more thing, Spike. You probably don't know how YouTube works, so don't be alarmed when I start talking like I'm in front of a crowd, that's how you make a video."
"...uhh, what's a 'yoo tube?'"
"I'll tell you later, let's actually get started. Hi, guys! The Great Falkronyx here. Maybe you're wondering why I changed my channel icon to a pony. And maybe you're wondering why this video looks like a cartoon. And why I changed my profile picture on Facebook to a pony, and why I took so long getting to my intro, and why I have this black eye, and what the hell I'm doing with my life right now."
Just then, the purple unicorn turned and glared at the speaker.
"Pardon my French," he said quickly. "All of that will be answered eventually. The first thing I will answer is why this video looks like a cartoon. The reason is I'm in Equestria. That should be a simple enough answer for you guys. Why I changed my pictures to a pony is because...well, they're me. Oh, I never got around to my new introduction, yet!" He then got up on his rear hooves, and struck a pose. "My name's Chance Grayheart, and I'm a unico-whooah...OOF! *owww...*" As he was making his introduction, he lost his balance and landed flat on his face. He got up and shook his head. "This is why I hate hooves. Anyway, I changed them to let you guys know that this is what I look like now. Next, I should explain why I have this black eye. I...kinda...sorta asked Twilight to punch me..."
"I never wanted to do it in the first place, but you practically ordered me to punch you as hard as I could," the purple unicorn replied.
"...Anyway, the reason for that...was because I was thinking dirty things about her. This is Equestria, so I really need to adjust to this lifestyle."
"Wait, what do you mean by 'thinking dirty things?'" Spike questioned.
"Sometimes it's best to not ask questions about something you don't understand, Spike. Alright, so now I should explain why I took so long with the intro. I had to teach Spike here..." The camera turned around to reveal a small dragon, who waved at the camera. "...how to use an iPhone. It took a little longer because he wasn't used to the camera yet. And now, for the last question. What the he-um, I mean...what am I doing with my life? I'm living it. In Equestria." He paused for a minute to get a glass of water. He then added, "You mad, bro?" just to make himself look a little bit like a troll. "Alright, now that I've answered those questions, I'll talk about something else. I'm sorry for not posting videos in two months. I had a ton of college work to do, so it was hard to find the time to make a video. Now, I have all the time in the world. But I'm not gonna spend all of it on my phone. I want to enjoy every moment of my life here." He took another small break to get a second glass of water. "*should be enough*," he mumbled. "So that's why I've decided to start making video logs once a week. Spike has agreed to help me when he can, so if he's busy, we might not record on the exact day. But we will make a vlog sometime during the week. Also, I know you guys won't believe any of this, which is why I will make a livestream video sometime next month to prove that I'm actually here, and I didn't actually draw several pictures and put them all in a flipbook. Don't worry, I told them all about my world."
"And we flipped out," Spike added.
"Yeah, their reaction could've been worse. Anyway, it'll probably take me a little while to set up livestreaming equipment, so I will inform you in one of my vlogs when the livestream will be. Geez, I'm thirsty..." He fetched his glass and poured a third glass, which almost immediately vanished. "Alright, what else is there to talk about...OH! How could I forget this? Yesterday, Twilight wanted to run a few experiments on me, and I happily accepted her offer. She was able to make a three-minute invisibility spell with my help, so I asked her if she could help me make a five-minute flight spell. I told her that five minutes is enough time to do what is necessary while flying. I also told her I wanted to do what Pit could do in 'Kid Icarus: Uprising'." He paused for a moment to think. "Okay, I think that about wraps it up for this vlog. Don't forget to leave a comment in the comments section below. Give me your reaction, whether it's rage over disgracefulness or awe over how I'm here. Either way works, but leave me a comment below. Until next time, bronies. Chance Grayheart out!"
There was a brief silence, then Chance walked off the screen. "Okay, so you press the circle again to stop the recording..."
In the center of the camera is Spike's face. "Hello, ladies." He emphasized the last word. "Name's Spike. I'm what Rarity calls a 'handsome dragon.' Interested?"
"Spike! Are you making another video of yourself?" Twilight yelled.
Description: There were quite a few things that have happened this week. What I remember the most is my flight lessons. And almost breaking every bone in my body. Thank Celestia Rainbow Dash was my teacher.
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"And you just record whatever we do and magically send it to everypony--er, sorry, everyone--in your world?"
An open field and a blue sky with very few clouds, and a forest in the distance is what can be seen. Standing next to Chance is a pegasus with cyan fur, a multicolored mane and tail, and magenta eyes. Her cutie mark was a cloud with a rainbow-colored lightning bolt.
"Well, yes and no. See, where I come from, we don't have magic. Our hands are pretty much the equivalent of magic, if not a perfect replica."
The pegasus stared at him wide-eyed. "So, you can lift stuff with hands?"
"Elementary level stuff. Learned it when I was a child."
"What about flying?"
Chance pondered this for a brief moment. "Well, not in the way you're implying, Rainbow Dash. We built machines with our hands that help us fly, but we don't have wings."
Rainbow Dash then stared at the ground for a second before replying, "I'll bet these machines aren't as fast as me."
"And you would win 10 bits if I didn't already agree."
"Uh, sorry to interrupt you guys," Spike interjected, "but I'm recording this."
Chance turned to him and said, "No problem. It's not every day people get to see the real deal standing right beside me."
"Wait, is that what you call ponies in your world?" Dash asked.
"Yep. Wanna stick around to help me with my vlog?"
Rainbow Dash sighed, then responded, "I would, but the weather pegasi need me to regulate the weather right now. Catch you guys later!" And with that, she took to the sky, parting some clouds as she whizzed past.
Chance then turned to the camera. "Hey, guys. The Great Falkronyx here--"
"Do you always have to use that name?" Spike asked.
"Well, it's kind of an intro. Like Mark does. He says 'Hello, everybody! My name is Markiplier,' then he tells people what he's doing, but that's mostly on games."
"So, why do you do it?"
Chance looked at the ground. "It's just something I'm used to, I guess. I've always made videos and introduced myself as either 'The Great Falkronyx' or 'Matt the Falcon.' But anyway, we should continue with the video."
"Right."
"I'll be starting over. Hi, guys. The Great Falkronyx here. As you may have seen earlier, me and Rainbow Dash were talking about how I make videos. That's probably what you'll be hearing at the beginning of most of my videos. First, I'd like to say I had to post that short video. I just thought it was hilarious!"
"Yeah, but you were begging me to post it..."
"Well, yeah. But people would totally expect you to do stuff like that. Even in the show, you try to impress Rarity. But you have adventures with Twilight and her friends, too."
"Yeah, but I don't try to impress ladies all the time."
"Anyways, we posted his private moment on my channel, and we got a lot of likes on this video and hit a thousand subscribers! Still, the comments could be better. Half of them were about how the people liked the video, and the rest were negative comments like 'Totally fake,' 'Worst animation ever,' and 'I could make this better than you with a doodlepad.' To all of you haters out there, this is NOT an animation! I'll prove it in the livestream!"
Chance then levitated a glass of water in his aura, and took a sip. "Ahh, much better. Guys, check this out." He turned his body to show his cutie mark. It was two small hearts, one black and one white, on opposite sides, orbitting the big gray heart. "I got it when I was talking with Fluttershy. It wasn't much of a conversation, but I could tell she was the nicest pony in the world. That's when I saw it. It was like a meter with a black heart on one side and a white heart on the other. I saw that the white heart was outlined, and the outline was...pulsing. At first, I didn't understand what it meant. After a few minutes of thinking, I finally figured out that her heart was 0% black, 100% white. It meant that she really was the nicest pony in the world."
"So that's what it means..." Spike responded.
"Yep. I even looked into my own heart. Surprisingly, when I looked I was about 40% black, and 60% white."
"Wait, so does that mean you're evil?"
Chance put his hoof on his forehead. "No, it shows that I'm more pure than evil. I haven't lied to you, but I have done a few bad things."
"Like what?"
"Like masturbating in the shower."
Spike thought for a moment. "What does 'masturbating' even mean?"
"Like I said last week, sometimes it's better if you don't ask questions."
"Oh, so it's another one of those questions," Spike replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you about it when you're 15 or something. Anyway, we should move on. So, about four days ago, Twilight was able to find and teach me a five-minute flight spell. I asked Rainbow Dash if she could take five minutes out of her time every day to teach me how to fly, and now she's teaching me how to fly. Yesterday, she taught me how to glide. She also saved my life. I was about to crash into the ground and break my bones, but Rainbow Dash was able to catch me before I hit the ground. Today, she started teaching me how to flap my wings to get more air time. I still don't quite have that part down, but at least I'm able to fly for a short time. If I can flap my wings, I'll be able to fly for a full five minutes.
"After Twilight taught me the flight spell, I asked her about a transformation spell. If she's able to find one, I'll be able to freely transform between pony and anthro. I don't want to fully transform into a human because I'm afraid of losing my horn and being unable to transform back into a pony."
Chance put his hoof on his chin. "Come to think of it, I never told you guys how I got here. Basically, I got pulled into a vortex that led to Equestria. First pony I met in Equestria was Twilight. Things were a little bit shaky at first, but I got used to the fact that I was here and they calmed down after I told them they were real."
"Hey, are we gonna go to her house or not?" Spike interjected.
"Hmm? OH! Right, we're gonna go to Vinyl's house to see if she has any dubstep I can listen to. I really want to see her collection."
And with that, they were off.
The two arrived at a two story house. The front door had a vinyl record hanging on it. Chance took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It took about a minute for her to answer the door. She was a unicorn with white fur, an electric blue mane and tail, and magenta eyes. Her cutie mark depicted two eighth notes connected. "Hey, Chance. I assume you're here to browse my collection of records?"
"Your assumption would be correct. May I?"
"Sure thing, kiddo."
When we first walked in, the main things that were visible were stacks of records. Chance stared at them, slack-jawed. "It's gonna take forever to browse through these." Then a record caught his eye. "Well, what are the odds?" He picked it up and showed it to the camera. The text read "Progora, Cuppy, & Rapid Influx - Break Ya Neck." "This is the one, Vinyl. Can you play it?"
Vinyl stared at him with curiosity. "You sure about that? The bass is extremely powerful. I don't think you can handle it."
"Bring it," he replied.
Vinyl shrugged. "If you insist." She put on the record, and Chance started bobbing his head. When the bass dropped, the camera was shaking, and eventually Spike fell backwards.
After the song ended, the camera refocused. Chance was lying on the ground, eyes wide. "That...was...awesome. Sorry, I can't get up and express my excitement right now. I think I got a boner from excessive bass. But it was truly awesome."
"Dude, what's a boner?" Vinyl asked.
Chance stared at her with wide eyes. "You don't know what a boner is?! Wow, Vinyl. Just...wow. I'll tell you while Spike is gone and while I'm not recording. I just need to calm down, and it may take a few minutes."
"No, seriously. I want to know, too," Spike replied, anger clear in his voice.
"Okay, fine! A boner is a penis that gets straight when a man/stallion gets aroused. I never thought bass could do that to me, though."
Silence filled the air. After about two minutes, Vinyl walked away. After she left the room, Chance stood up. "Alright, I'm good, now. Well, that marks the end of this vlog. Let me know in the comments if you want more adventure, be sure to hit the like button, and hit subscribe if you want more pony vlogs. Chance Grayheart out!"
"...erm, Spike is signing off!" Spike responded hesitantly.
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Vlog #3: My Worst Nightmare Came True (9:53) [EDIT]
Description: My week was going so well. While I was recording, I heard him outside of the library. Hated him before, still hate him now.
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Books were scattered everywhere in the library. Chance was helping Twilight pick up and sort the books. He looked like he was as happy as he could possibly get. His smile was nothing compared to Pinkie's, but he was happy for some reason.
"So, can I go on and tell the world, or do you want to wait?" Spike asked.
"Sure thing, bro," Chance replied.
"CHANCE AND TWILIGHT ARE DATING!" Spike screamed with joy. "I HAVE A NEW BROTHER!"
Chance and Twilight both flinched at the sudden outburst. "Did you have to be so loud? And technically, we're not brothers yet, but if you consider me a brother, I'll consider you a brother."
"Yeah, we just started dating three days ago," Twilight reminded. "I don't know why you're already so excited, Spike."
"Well, why wouldn't I be? He's a nice pony, so he'd make a great brother for me. That's the reason I'm excited. I know him, and he's not just some snobbish jerk," Spike replied. "Anyway, ready to get started?"
"Just a sec. Twilight, would you like to join this video?"
Twilight thought for a moment, then replied. "Sure thing. I don't mind helping you out."
Chance then nodded to Spike. "Hello, guys. The Great Falkronyx here--"
"And I'm The Midnight Star," Twilight added.
Chance looked at her suddenly. "Since when do you have a nickname?"
"Since we started dating," Twilight replied. "Surprised?"
"Actually, yes I am. Did you ask Spike to make a YouTube channel for you?"
Twilight nodded. "Yep, he has a knack for this technology that you brought."
Chance stared at the ground, looking like he was deep in thought. "Anyway, we should start now. The Great Falkronyx and The Midnight Star here. I might make a combined name for us to agree on later."
Twilight nodded. "That actually sounds like a good idea. Are we gonna make a new channel, too?"
"No, it's a bad idea to have 3 YouTube channels in Equestria. Sorry, but I think two is enough. But that doesn't mean we can't make a combined name like me and my Earth brother, Jacob, made. We were 'Punk Nerd Gaming,' but the more I think about it, the more I hate the name."
"Why did you choose that name?" Twilight asked. "Why not 'Gaming Pros,' or 'Super Gaming?'
"Well, my brother got glasses and started calling himself 'Punk Nerd Jacob.' I wore glasses when I was on Earth, which was why I came up with that name. At the time, I wanted some originality in the name, so I used part of Jacob's nickname and added 'Gaming' to the end. Plus, those two names were taken."
"Ohhh...gotcha," Twilight responded.
"Anyway, on to the first thing. As Spike summarized while ago, I asked Twilight out and now we're dating. Still a bit of a summary, though, but there isn't really much to explain."
"Except for a little bit of begging from Spike," Twilight replied.
"Yeah...guess he really wanted me to be part of the family. Also, I got a job at Vinyl's Electronics Store. I get paid 4 bits per hour, I work 8 hours a day, though I work overtime, and 5 days a week. That makes a total of at least 180 bits a week. So far, I'm on my third day at the job, and I've made 112 bits. Being there makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something."
"That reminds me," Twilight started, "what were you doing there during those times you got paid so much?"
"Sometimes listening to dubstep, sometimes just waiting for customers, and sometimes using Vinyl's mix table. Is there a problem with that?"
"Nonono, I was just curious," Twilight quickly responded.
Chance shut his eyes and tilted his head down. "What's wrong?" Twilight asked. Suddenly, his mane started to spark. Twilight realized what was happening. "Calm down, Chance!"
"I'm as calm as I can be at the moment," Chance replied, anger clear in his voice. "It's Jacob. He's here."
"Then why are you so mad? What has he done to you?"
"You don't know him like I do. Let me introduce you to him. You'll see why I hate him so much." With that, Chance walked out of the library.
"Wait for me!" Twilight yelled.
"Me too!" Spike yelled.
In the streets of Ponyville, a yellow earth pony stood. He had a red mane and tail with black on the tips, and dark green eyes.
The yellow pony turned toward him. "Ichiro? Is that you?"
"Only one way to find out. I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100."
"69, duh."
"Hmph. How did you get here?"
"I walked," Jacob replied.
Chance's mane and tail now fully radiated electricity, and his fur became a dark gray color. "How...did...you...get...here?"
"CHANCE! Calm down!" Twilight yelled. Immediately, his fur reverted back to normal, and his mane and tail went back to generating a few sparks.
Jacob ignored her and just stared at him like he was stupid. "I TOLD YOU I WALKED HERE!"
Chance then magically lifted him off the ground, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes. "Okay, let's try a different question. What do you remember before you started walking?"
Jacob thought for a moment. "Huh. Last thing I remember was falling asleep. Strange."
Chance set him back on the ground. "Good luck finding a house, a job, and a marefriend. You'll need it, and I won't allow you to stay in a house with me."
Jacob paused for a moment, then said, "No problem. How hard is it to get a house?"
Chance then had an idea. "Since you're my brother, I'll be a little bit nice. Here's 50 bits. Don't spend it on what you don't need. First thing you need is a house."
Jacob stared at the sack for a moment, then replied, "Okay. See you some other time, Matt!"
"Call me Chance! I'll see you later!"
"WHAT?!"
"I SAID CALL ME CHANCE!" He then turned to Twilight. "See why I hate him so much?"
"All I can see is that you hate him a lot."
"Well, first, he talks too much, and sometimes in another language. Sometimes, he'll get into the habit of switching languages mid-sentence, which is extremely annoying. He yells a lot when he's contradicted, interrupted, or just angry."
"But what did you see in his heart?"
Chance looked down in thought. "It's strange, really. I don't know what to think of it. It was like his heart ranged from evil to good. He needs to learn how to control it, but I see everything in him, which makes it even more annoying. Twilight, promise me you won't invite him to stay at the library."
Twilight thought for a minute before replying. "One thing gets me, though. If you hated him so much, why did you offer him some of your bits? Why not just recommend somepony he can stay with, like Rarity? Or Pinkie Pie, or even Fluttersh--"
"Hell no. Don't even link him and Fluttershy. Rarity or Pinkie I could understand. Even though Fluttershy is nice and nurturing, I think he'll scare her away in a day."
"Really?"
"Yeah, didn't I tell you what we humans ate? I reallydon't like the thought of him around Fluttershy because of his appetite."
Twilight shuddered at the thought. "Yeah, Fluttershy is out of the question."
Chance looked down again, thinking. Then his head popped up. "Shit, he's a new pony. And you know how much Pinkie loves to throw parties for new ponies. The worst part is, I have to endure his party."
"Oh, come on," Spike said. "How bad can it be?"
"I can admit he controls his behavior in a crowded place, but I hate being around him most of the time. I think this would be a good time to end this video. Until next time, guys. Chance Grayheart out!"
Description: I went to visit Rarity today, and saw Jacob there. He is not good company to keep.
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The Carousel Boutique came into view. "Hi, guys. Spike here, and I'm visiting Rarity. But you already know how I am." Spike knocked on the door.
"I'll get it!" a male voice sounded. The door opened to reveal a yellow earth pony with a red mane and tail with black hair tips, and dark green eyes. "Oh, hey Spike."
"Hey, Jacob. Can I come in?"
Jacob paused for a moment, blinked rapidly, then snorted loudly. "Well, I mean, it's up to Rarity, but it's fine with me."
"Why do you do that?"
Jacob blinked rapidly again. "Do what?"
"The blinking and the snorting. It's really annoying."
Jacob snorted again, then blinked rapidly again. "If I could help it..."
"You know what, I'll just come back when you're not here. I can wait." And with that, Spike walked away.
"Okay. Well, I'm just here to babysit Sweetie Belle, anyways." Jacob turned suddenly, then ran inside. "SWEETIE BELLE! DON'T TOUCH MY STUFF!"
As Spike was leaving the building, a feminine voice exclaimed, "Good heavens, Jacob! Could you be a little more civilized, PLEASE?" But by the sound of it, Jacob ignored her and continued chasing Sweetie Belle.
"That guy...glad he's not dating Twilight. Spike signing off!"
Description: The usual vlog stuff. Only this time, I have news for you guys. I'm gonna start livestreaming next week, March 17. I'll make a short video sometime this week telling exactly what time. My livestream account is http://www.twitch.tv/TheGrayHeartedFalcon69
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A white room could be seen. A few crimson drapes, ivory mannequins (or ponykins, whatever ya call 'em), and some very classy clothing as well. Standing in the middle of the camera was a normal guy...sort of. He stood at 5'9" and he wore a blue t-shirt that showed a gray heart with a skull-shaped shadow, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of white ankle socks. He had apricot skin, brown hair that went down to his shoulders, and brown eyes, and wore a distant expression. The only odd thing was he had a horn protruding from his forehead.
"Spike insisted that we visit Rarity because he couldn't two days ago," the figure spoke. "In case you don't know already, name's Matt, but you can call me Chance. But allow me to get on with introductions. The Great Falkronyx here."
"And I'm the Midnight Star," a voice spoke.
"Glad to know you're joining us, Twi."
"Always glad to join in on a video," Twilight responded.
"And I'm the Generous Dazzler," Rarity spoke.
Chance fought the urge to facepalm right then. "Not you, too," he complained.
"What, a proper lady can't have a proper codename?"
"It's not that, it's just that I think two channels is enough."
"Channels? What do you mean? I just wanted to have a codename like you two."
"Rarity, it's not exactly a codename," Twilight explained. "It's more like a creative nickname, or 'username' as YouTube calls it."
"Yeah, If I just used 'Matt Falcon' as my username, I'd be giving away some personal information," Chance added. "Even if it's only a name, it could give away my location, even though I'm in Equestria."
Rarity pondered this for a moment. "Well, I'd best be getting back to work. Many orders to fill today, so don't distract me too much."
"No prob," Chance replied. "Now, let's talk about what's been happening. First off, you may have noticed that I'm no longer in my pony form. It was thanks to Twilight that I was able to pull this off. Let me tell you guys, it takes a lot of magic to perform this spell. The changelings are still faster transformers, but at least I can quickly picture the form I wish to take on."
"Wait, why did you compare transformation to changelings?" Spike asked.
"Well, because they're the only ones I know of who can transform at will. I can only transform after I've charged enough magic."
Spike nodded in understanding. "Oh, okay. Gotcha."
"Anyway, thanks to Twilight, I can transform. I've been in this form for about five days, so I can demonstrate if it's not too much of a distraction for Rarity."
"Hmm? Oh, it's fine, dear. Just don't ruin any of my creations, please," Rarity responded.
"I guess it's okay, then." With that, Chance lowered his head slightly, shut his eyes in concentration, and clenched his fists. His horn lit up in a green aura, and soon his whole body was covered in the same aura. About ten seconds later, a unicorn was laying on the floor. He was breathing heavily. "Heh...one second...haangh...phew...huh...that took...a lot outta me..." He laid there stalling for about a minute, then he finally stood up. "Alright. I'm good, now. Anyways, now you know that I know the spell. Now, onto the comments. I know, it's not really necessary to give feedback on comments, but let me give feedback. I remember a comment on that short video that Spike sent. ShadowStar99 commented, "Totally fake, a waste of time and talent, and more annoying than ever." Well, that wasn't me recording the video, either. And you're just like Twilight was before she had friends if you think it's a waste of time to travel and visit friends. RogueArcher15 commented, "lol keep making these shorts, I love them!" Well, thank you, Rogue. And I will keep making these shorts. But not before my livestream."
"He's doing it on March 17," Spike interrupted. "I still don't know how it works..."
"Well, I'll show you. And I'll also show you how Skype works. Thanks to me, Jacob, and Vinyl, we made a computer and internet. We were really the only ones with at least a little bit of knowledge about technology. And yes, it was extremely hard to get everything done right. There were SATA and PATA cables, video cards, hard drive, power box and power cable, and other stuff to get exactly right. Plus, we had to make our own internet cables. Not to mention the arguing between me and Jacob. Not exactly the easiest task in the world. Anyway, we have plenty of memory on the computer, so we downloaded Skype, some livestream tools, some music, and some games. And no, phones do not exist in Equestria. So we don't have phone lines or phone jacks so that we can invent wi-fi."
"What are 'phones?' I've never heard of such a thing," Rarity said.
"It's a tool that lets you speak to somepony else who has a phone from long distances."
"Really? Sounds convenient."
"Unfortunately, conveniences mean difficulty. Cars, for example, are a convenience. They allow you to travel from place to place in a short amount of time. I could walk a mile, and it would probably take about ten minutes. A car would probably reach a mile in one minute. That only means that somepony you're trying to contact could be visiting another pony, and you wouldn't know it. Plus, cars are fueled by gasoline, which costs a lot of money."
"Oh my...I never thought about conveniences in that sort of way..."
"Before I arrived here, I never really thought about it, either. Anyway, I should probably discuss what we'll be doing in our first Equestria livestream. All you have to do is post a comment and I'll read the username and comment, and I'll respond to your comment. If you guys want me to do something, I'll do it as long as it's not...R-rated stuff or violence. I mean, we might decide for ourselves what we'll do some of the time, but our time won't be wasted as long as we're doing something."
"Wait, so you want us to do whatever they ask us to?" Twilight asked.
"Maybe not everything. And definitely not R-rated stuff or violence."
"Hey, what..." Spike started. "...nevermind, I don't think I wanna know."
"What?" Chance tilted his head in confusion. "...oh. Yeah, when you're older. Now that comments and livestreaming stuff is covered, I can talk about what's been going on around here. Twilight, would you like to help me?"
"Sure thing, Chance," Twilight replied.
"Alright, so yesterday, I asked Spike to send a letter to Princess Celestia to ask her if she would be available on March 17."
"We don't know when she'll come to the library," Twilight interrupted. "All we know is that she'll be there on the 17th."
"Right. And I'll let you guys know what time I'll start recording the livestream. I'm kinda planning on starting at about 5:00, but I'll let you guys know when I find out what time I'll be recording. Just to let you guys know, don't be disappointed if she doesn't come. That means you, RogueArcher. She has a two-hour time frame anyways, so it shouldn't be a huge problem."
"Also, my friends are gonna be there," Twilight chimed in. "I'm sure you're looking forward to asking us questions or telling us what you'd like to see us do. I imagine my friends wouldn't mind, either."
"Yep," Chance replied. "Unfortunately, my brother's gonna be there, too. Now that we've talked about guests, let's go on to past events. So, about six days ago, I was asked to be the substitute teacher for Miss Cheerilee's class. I was easygoing, but I didn't give them a free day. In fact, I was teaching them the fundamentals of a good essay, how to read the slope-intercept form of a graph, and a little bit of science. Very little science."
"He came home and started making graphs and essays," Spike stated. "He couldn't stop until dinner time."
"Thank you, Spike," Chance replied with sarcasm. "Anyway, four days ago, Pinkie threw a sort of double-party for Jacob. One for him being a new pony, and one for him deciding to stay with her. Of course, I was invited, but I have to admit I enjoyed the party."
"It was quite a party, wasn't it?" Twilight replied.
"Then, three days ago, I started training myself to control myself when I'm angry. So far, I'm faring well. Let me show you guys something." Chance lowered his head and closed his eyes. A second later, lightning burst from his mane and tail. "Pretty cool, huh? I just started thinking of someone I absolutely hate, and it became pretty easy to switch forms." With that, his mane and tail reverted to normal. "Thomas Richard. That's the person I will always hate, no matter what. As long as I focus my anger on him, it's easy to do."
Spike decided to chime in. "Wait, who is he, and why do you hate him so much?"
Chance looked down. "He's a bully. Not very bulky, but I really hate him. Mainly because he was never willing to be my friend. Sometime after I was away from the school he went to, I heard from one of my old friends that he was 'still being an asshole to everyone.' Sorry for using that language, Rarity."
"Oh, it's quite alright. If you hated him so much, and one of your friends told you he was doing something to deserve it, then it's quite appropriate."
Chance smiled at that. "Thanks for the information. Umm, was there anything else? I know there was work, and the parties, but what else...? Oh, RIGHT! I almost forgot to tell you guys. Send this message to Nowacking. Add 'FalkronyxMatt69' on Skype so we can do video call for livestream. It'll be like a group chat, so I hope you're ready to have your mind blown twice, Rogue. Also, send her this video so she knows it's not a prank. I'll be doing livestreams on the 17th, so be prepared! Until next time, guys! The Great Falkronyx out!"
Description: Just a quick update reminding you what time you can expect the livestream and what website to go to for the livestream. http://www.twitch.tv/TheGrayHeartedFalcon69
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Speakers, televisions, and CDs were neatly placed on the shelves of the electronics store. "Hi, guys. The Great Falkronyx with a quick update. First, the livestream will be starting at 4:30 in two days. A few ponies you can expect to see there are Vinyl, Lyra, Princess Celestia, and the mane six."
"I'm sorry, the what?" Vinyl asked.
"I'll tell you when we start the livestream. If you're expecting more ponies, let me know in the comments section below. Also, the link to the website I'll be livestreaming from is in the description below. And don't worry, guys. I'll be sure to provide plenty of entertainment for everyone. Vinyl's letting me help as a DJ at the night clubs! If you guys want me to be a DJ during the livestream, let me know." Chance paused for a few seconds. "I think that about wraps it up for this update. Until next time, everybody. Chance Grayheart out!"
"And this is Vinyl Scratch AKA your favorite DJ signing off!"