Weeeelp, lets do this. Unto ash and ruin, forward... ponies, I guess.

Just a small town girl...

I will spread my crispy wings and fly.

Amer

A very small moose

Twiggles moonbeams

ArchangelOS is a OS with many capabilities.

BECAAAAAAUUUUUUSSSSSSEEEEEEEE IIIIIIII AAAAAAAMMMMMM BLACKSTAAAAARRRR!

Flawed minds trapped within impotent shells, functioning in an all too corrupted system; how could we possibly comprehend the heights of our own ignorance... when our very souls are left to rot?

Have I ever told you the defenition of Entropy?

It don’t matter. None’a this matters. - Carl Brutananadilewski

Raccoons in a mansion? So bizarre.

Sweet mother of Celestia

I died, I came back and now I'm here to write stories. Viewer discretion is advised. P.S. Don't Hate.

Here, I have something to show you.

Improvise. Adapt. Overcome. Swag

Will do when account comes on

The High Pope of Antagonistic Advocacy

"Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is where I fall."

It's a matter of perspective really-some Nazi vampire soldier

I'm just here for Horse Words

"many years ago, Gungeon mariners used wind to propel their bullets instead of combustion. The trips would take so long to cross a room that bullets would sometimes mutiny and change course entirely."

I'm a person. A person who writes stories about ponies in all their infinite variations.

Titans striding forward, Ordinatii by the score

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Horse word addict in search of his next fix.