Dodge Junction: My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

[Wisconsin9]

Trying to talk myself into thinking of friendship as good.

Creepy chanting time.

Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship...

The effort is appreciated.

[Genivaria]

Creepy chanting time.

Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship, Love and friendship...

The effort is appreciated.

Anytime comrade!

[Krazakistan]

Well I just spent the last hour watching a brony documentary, so how are ya'll wasting YOUR lives?
That was mean.

Watching the doc that you linked. Oh, I suggest watching another doc on us bronies, it's called "Bronys, The Unexpected Adult Fandom of My Little Pony" or something like that.

You can either:
A. Buy it, or
B. Pirate it.

[Krazakistan]

He's the pessimist NS's MLP thread deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we'll criticize him. Because he can take it. Because he's not our pessimist. He's a voiceful pessimist, an extreme critic of all happy MLP stuff. He's the thread pessimist.

And he's also the High Poobah of the Order of the Shy One.

[Genivaria]

He's the pessimist NS's MLP thread deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we'll criticize him. Because he can take it. Because he's not our pessimist. He's a voiceful pessimist, an extreme critic of all happy MLP stuff. He's the thread pessimist.

And he's also the High Poobah of the Order of the Shy One.

No his title is FlutterPope.

[Krazakistan]

He's the pessimist NS's MLP thread deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we'll criticize him. Because he can take it. Because he's not our pessimist. He's a voiceful pessimist, an extreme critic of all happy MLP stuff. He's the thread pessimist.

And he's also the High Poobah of the Order of the Shy One.

No his title is FlutterPope.

Oh....wait, why can't his title be the High Poobah and FlutterPope of the Order of the Shy One?

[Quidomne]

[Krazakistan]

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The plot and the Tavi in this post pleases me.

[Quidomne]

Late-night classy pone posting because reasons.

I don't even know what's going on here, but I like it.

Steam-punk Tavi

[Nationalist State of Knox]

In my brief absence, the thread has descended into chaos. As a result, I declare this thread governed by Poni Law.

Any questions?

Rolly Slammer

Dat R63 Knox.

It suits me, don't you think?

... Why don't you wanna see pony genitals?

Because you guys haven't broken me yet.

Keep the fight strong, Ceffy.

Knox in toy form.

I'd buy it.

Heil Grammar! This is an obvious grammar Nazi joke

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Knox in toy form.

knox?

Knox.

knox?

Knox, who is a user here, is a wheeled Pone.

You're damn skippy I'm a wheeled pone.

*blushes*

I'll let you play with my wheels if you want.

...

Is...is that a sexual thing?

DAMN IT QUID, YOU HAVE TO CORRUPT EVERYTHING WITH YOUR DIRTY MIND

STOP FORCING YOUR BOOP DOWN MY THROAT

I DO WHAT I WANT GURL

...

BOOP

AARRGHH DO YOU NOT KNOW MERCY?

Do want!

WHERE ARE THESE GIRLS AND WHY CAN I NEVER FIND THEM?!

Go to a con cosplaying as Derpy.

You'll pull the lasses like an incredibly pull-y thing.

Werewolf Dash. Your argument is invalid.

My argument was never valid anyway.

You're just Cloaca hurt.

Twily, no! What did I tell you about unprovoked violence?

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EHTEHERHWHHERWHWHWRHWTHETH *slumps to floor*

Plot.....Plot everywhere

Still too little.

Yay, 12 year old humor.

I am an adult so I am allowed. *nods*

Trufax.

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Heh, I'd expect as much from you.

Only you would possess the necessary courage to challenge the scrunch.

I just...I can't...

THE CONCH HAS SPOKEN

[Norcroft]

MLP ROCKS!! AMIRITE NEIGHSAYERS?!

[Nationalist State of Knox]

MLP ROCKS!! AMIRITE NEIGHSAYERS?!

Aye.

[Krazakistan]

MLP ROCKS!! AMIRITE NEIGHSAYERS?!

Welcome, new friend.

[Immoren]

Macintosh's log Y-17.15
"Back again, left that crater behind. Got a few holotapes left - ones from a medical center. The mare, she fixed the recorder, said it wouldn't last. Repayment for me fixing her. She doesn't like debts, can respect that. Payment enough just to hear someone who believes in the Steel Rangers. Not Eneighah. Different view, same madness. She answered me on their philosophy, their way of seeing the roads they walk. Dead ends, empty, as if technology can solve anything. Big Empty's proof where that road leads just like the Divide and all the roads that lead to it."


Macintosh's log Y-17.16
"Big Empty - there's something hidden there, a crater, past wind and sand - so deep in the desert there's no turning back. Finding the crater was an accident, was following the weather patterns - the Divide sky torn like that, pony's violence, not nature's. That violence in the sky had a source. Tracked it like following a river current. Left the colors to mark my way, like always, case someone finds them, learns the pattern - the Courier might. When I thought sand and wind would never end ... came to the crater. And there ... there was an Old World facility, a weather station, at the edge, still raking the sky with electricity and generators. And beyond it ... saw the rest of the Old World hell there, all carved up like garden plots. Had to see what was there, couldn't leave it be. Things sleep in the Big Empty, the Ranger's woke them up - can't move quiet, any more than the two-headed Cow can. And when they woke up, it was like all of history waking up at once. Almost didn't make it out. Almost. Left with answers I never intended."


Macintosh's log Y-17.17
"Have you ever wanted to speak to history - just to know the why of it? I don't, not any longer. There's old stories about gods and men, past history, into myth - where the gods, they're like children, petulant, cruel. Those were the voices of the Big Empty, the past. Couldn't leave well enough alone, had to ask. Had to ask the why of it. Their answers were madness. And power, stronger than me, would take a hundred Eneighah's ... someone tougher than him or I to best them in their Dome. They didn't know why they were there, what had led to that point, their names - like serpents devouring themselves, cannibalizing their own thoughts. When all seemed lost, thought it was the end - my anger gave me strength to ask them my last question. 'Who are you, that do not know your history?' and they awoke ... for a short time. The flag you wear, they said. We remember, Equestria. It wasn't just a flag to them ... it was a place, an idea they had cared for. Once. They told me what it was like to grow in that world ... all they had done to lift it up ... protect it. They ... didn't know it was gone, that ... yet they had cared once. Before forgetting their history. As they were talking ... kept seeing the Courier's shadow behind them, giving each of their words weight. History cast aside ... a home, left behind. I listened. I asked. Was there anything left? Anything that still carries Equestria's voice? And they told me I had already been there. I and one other, walking right out of history deeper than we knew. They told me what lies in the heart of the Divide, what can be found there. And the words to awaken it - and the one to speak them."


Macintosh's log Y-17.21
"Emptiness here - like the sands of the Great Salt Lake, echoed. The beating in the Divide sky ... like storm drums of the White Hoofs. Ran with them on the salt beds, at Caesar's command - cut the throats of the two-headed Cow, cut all communities off. Use storm, sky. Disease, fire, starvation ... and the violence of the ignorants to ruin all who could ... might stand against him. But the White Hoofs ... they couldn't live on their own, like most scavengers. So gave them purpose - turned their hunger into a weapon. The wall of New Caneigh... too high for Caesar. Too proud, maybe - or maybe something there from his past, that needed killing ... Memory of Graham. Helped them dig out Caneigh supply caches, and other secrets the sands hid - bunkers, filled with powered weapons even the Ranger's might desire. They called these new weapons "storm drums" in the firing of shells. Taught them the power in the casings ... to channel the spirits into their guns. Me ... they called me the Flag-Bearer. Glory in my hand, in my staff that still bore the weight of the Old World just as the symbol on my back did. I learned their weapons as a means of respect. And when it came their turn to pay respect to me ... history came rushing back. Can't escape what's been done. History's there ... no matter how far you walk."


"Macintosh's log Y-17.22
I walked the Great Salt Lake as Caesar's eye, then his hand. Mongrels there, two-legs and four. Saw the walls of New Caneigh, the scavengers circled... hadn't the strength or fire to take. Too high, too strong. White Legs, they were born for war, they run to it, hungry for battle... yet their hunger is to be a part of history, something larger. Like the Legion. As always, brought them a message - from Caesar. If New Caneigh burns, Caesar might see them. 'Might.' Even the chance was a lie. To honor Caesar - destroy the history of New Caneigh, and the way they carry it - in their generations and family. Caesar respects such strength, I told them. That - that was truth, even if 'strength' wasn't the word. Obediance. You must be willing to kill anyone, children, mothers, the weak, elders... If these New Caneighnites value the generations, that is what you must kill. It was like Vulpes was speaking through me. Use the night silence, and fire to change their words to pleas, to screams. No need for bombs when hate will do. I... asked the White Hoofs to destroy a people with ancestry, going back thousands of years - another death of history, lost to time. The New Caneighnitess... they supplied medicine, food, traded with others. Civilization, a hand from the past, not history. But maybe a past deeper, farther than that to a place where this ... God really exists. If so, his handiwork and people belong elsewhere, not in this place. Another symbol, like Cow and Eagle, with no meaning in the present."


Macintosh's log Y-17.23
"The White Hoofs... meant to show respect, bribe me for Caesar's favor, echoing mannerisms and words ... Showed them tech caches, taught them the workings of chamber and powder, spoke of Caesar's pride in those that used such things... lies. And... and then... they tried to honor me - not the Legion. They brought me before the campfire one night, showed me how they changed themselves, how they wore their hair now. It was like my entire dead tribe in the firelight, teeth grinning red in the dark - eager corpses, blood-covered ghosts. They... had taken my braids, the way of the Twisted Manes, as if it showed they were like me, of me... while every knot in their braids spoke of raping, violence - and ignorance of what the knots meant. They thought to show respect... defiled it. Lost myself in trying to read the braids they wove, when I remembered they had put no meaning in it. They had no history of what it meant. They didn't even know the insult in the twists, knots... and Dry Wells came rushing back, the White Hoofs circled like that... It was like looking at the dead of my tribe, reborn as ghosts - hateful, hungry, bowing to Caesar. Another history... gone, carried by me alone."

[Nationalist State of Knox]

Macintosh's log Y-17.15
"Back again, left that crater behind. Got a few holotapes left - ones from a medical center. The mare, she fixed the recorder, said it wouldn't last. Repayment for me fixing her. She doesn't like debts, can respect that. Payment enough just to hear someone who believes in the Steel Rangers. Not Eneighah. Different view, same madness. She answered me on their philosophy, their way of seeing the roads they walk. Dead ends, empty, as if technology can solve anything. Big Empty's proof where that road leads just like the Divide and all the roads that lead to it."


Macintosh's log Y-17.16
"Big Empty - there's something hidden there, a crater, past wind and sand - so deep in the desert there's no turning back. Finding the crater was an accident, was following the weather patterns - the Divide sky torn like that, pony's violence, not nature's. That violence in the sky had a source. Tracked it like following a river current. Left the colors to mark my way, like always, case someone finds them, learns the pattern - the Courier might. When I thought sand and wind would never end ... came to the crater. And there ... there was an Old World facility, a weather station, at the edge, still raking the sky with electricity and generators. And beyond it ... saw the rest of the Old World hell there, all carved up like garden plots. Had to see what was there, couldn't leave it be. Things sleep in the Big Empty, the Ranger's woke them up - can't move quiet, any more than the two-headed Cow can. And when they woke up, it was like all of history waking up at once. Almost didn't make it out. Almost. Left with answers I never intended."


Macintosh's log Y-17.17
"Have you ever wanted to speak to history - just to know the why of it? I don't, not any longer. There's old stories about gods and men, past history, into myth - where the gods, they're like children, petulant, cruel. Those were the voices of the Big Empty, the past. Couldn't leave well enough alone, had to ask. Had to ask the why of it. Their answers were madness. And power, stronger than me, would take a hundred Eneighah's ... someone tougher than him or I to best them in their Dome. They didn't know why they were there, what had led to that point, their names - like serpents devouring themselves, cannibalizing their own thoughts. When all seemed lost, thought it was the end - my anger gave me strength to ask them my last question. 'Who are you, that do not know your history?' and they awoke ... for a short time. The flag you wear, they said. We remember, Equestria. It wasn't just a flag to them ... it was a place, an idea they had cared for. Once. They told me what it was like to grow in that world ... all they had done to lift it up ... protect it. They ... didn't know it was gone, that ... yet they had cared once. Before forgetting their history. As they were talking ... kept seeing the Courier's shadow behind them, giving each of their words weight. History cast aside ... a home, left behind. I listened. I asked. Was there anything left? Anything that still carries Equestria's voice? And they told me I had already been there. I and one other, walking right out of history deeper than we knew. They told me what lies in the heart of the Divide, what can be found there. And the words to awaken it - and the one to speak them."


Macintosh's log Y-17.21
"Emptiness here - like the sands of the Great Salt Lake, echoed. The beating in the Divide sky ... like storm drums of the White Hoofs. Ran with them on the salt beds, at Caesar's command - cut the throats of the two-headed Cow, cut all communities off. Use storm, sky. Disease, fire, starvation ... and the violence of the ignorants to ruin all who could ... might stand against him. But the White Hoofs ... they couldn't live on their own, like most scavengers. So gave them purpose - turned their hunger into a weapon. The wall of New Caneigh... too high for Caesar. Too proud, maybe - or maybe something there from his past, that needed killing ... Memory of Graham. Helped them dig out Caneigh supply caches, and other secrets the sands hid - bunkers, filled with powered weapons even the Ranger's might desire. They called these new weapons "storm drums" in the firing of shells. Taught them the power in the casings ... to channel the spirits into their guns. Me ... they called me the Flag-Bearer. Glory in my hand, in my staff that still bore the weight of the Old World just as the symbol on my back did. I learned their weapons as a means of respect. And when it came their turn to pay respect to me ... history came rushing back. Can't escape what's been done. History's there ... no matter how far you walk."


"Macintosh's log Y-17.22
I walked the Great Salt Lake as Caesar's eye, then his hand. Mongrels there, two-legs and four. Saw the walls of New Caneigh, the scavengers circled... hadn't the strength or fire to take. Too high, too strong. White Legs, they were born for war, they run to it, hungry for battle... yet their hunger is to be a part of history, something larger. Like the Legion. As always, brought them a message - from Caesar. If New Caneigh burns, Caesar might see them. 'Might.' Even the chance was a lie. To honor Caesar - destroy the history of New Caneigh, and the way they carry it - in their generations and family. Caesar respects such strength, I told them. That - that was truth, even if 'strength' wasn't the word. Obediance. You must be willing to kill anyone, children, mothers, the weak, elders... If these New Caneighnites value the generations, that is what you must kill. It was like Vulpes was speaking through me. Use the night silence, and fire to change their words to pleas, to screams. No need for bombs when hate will do. I... asked the White Hoofs to destroy a people with ancestry, going back thousands of years - another death of history, lost to time. The New Caneighnitess... they supplied medicine, food, traded with others. Civilization, a hand from the past, not history. But maybe a past deeper, farther than that to a place where this ... God really exists. If so, his handiwork and people belong elsewhere, not in this place. Another symbol, like Cow and Eagle, with no meaning in the present."


Macintosh's log Y-17.23
"The White Hoofs... meant to show respect, bribe me for Caesar's favor, echoing mannerisms and words ... Showed them tech caches, taught them the workings of chamber and powder, spoke of Caesar's pride in those that used such things... lies. And... and then... they tried to honor me - not the Legion. They brought me before the campfire one night, showed me how they changed themselves, how they wore their hair now. It was like my entire dead tribe in the firelight, teeth grinning red in the dark - eager corpses, blood-covered ghosts. They... had taken my braids, the way of the Twisted Manes, as if it showed they were like me, of me... while every knot in their braids spoke of raping, violence - and ignorance of what the knots meant. They thought to show respect... defiled it. Lost myself in trying to read the braids they wove, when I remembered they had put no meaning in it. They had no history of what it meant. They didn't even know the insult in the twists, knots... and Dry Wells came rushing back, the White Hoofs circled like that... It was like looking at the dead of my tribe, reborn as ghosts - hateful, hungry, bowing to Caesar. Another history... gone, carried by me alone."

You wrote that?

[Immoren]

Macintosh's log Y-17.15
"Back again, left that crater behind. Got a few holotapes left - ones from a medical center. The mare, she fixed the recorder, said it wouldn't last. Repayment for me fixing her. She doesn't like debts, can respect that. Payment enough just to hear someone who believes in the Steel Rangers. Not Eneighah. Different view, same madness. She answered me on their philosophy, their way of seeing the roads they walk. Dead ends, empty, as if technology can solve anything. Big Empty's proof where that road leads just like the Divide and all the roads that lead to it."


Macintosh's log Y-17.16
"Big Empty - there's something hidden there, a crater, past wind and sand - so deep in the desert there's no turning back. Finding the crater was an accident, was following the weather patterns - the Divide sky torn like that, pony's violence, not nature's. That violence in the sky had a source. Tracked it like following a river current. Left the colors to mark my way, like always, case someone finds them, learns the pattern - the Courier might. When I thought sand and wind would never end ... came to the crater. And there ... there was an Old World facility, a weather station, at the edge, still raking the sky with electricity and generators. And beyond it ... saw the rest of the Old World hell there, all carved up like garden plots. Had to see what was there, couldn't leave it be. Things sleep in the Big Empty, the Ranger's woke them up - can't move quiet, any more than the two-headed Cow can. And when they woke up, it was like all of history waking up at once. Almost didn't make it out. Almost. Left with answers I never intended."


Macintosh's log Y-17.17
"Have you ever wanted to speak to history - just to know the why of it? I don't, not any longer. There's old stories about gods and men, past history, into myth - where the gods, they're like children, petulant, cruel. Those were the voices of the Big Empty, the past. Couldn't leave well enough alone, had to ask. Had to ask the why of it. Their answers were madness. And power, stronger than me, would take a hundred Eneighah's ... someone tougher than him or I to best them in their Dome. They didn't know why they were there, what had led to that point, their names - like serpents devouring themselves, cannibalizing their own thoughts. When all seemed lost, thought it was the end - my anger gave me strength to ask them my last question. 'Who are you, that do not know your history?' and they awoke ... for a short time. The flag you wear, they said. We remember, Equestria. It wasn't just a flag to them ... it was a place, an idea they had cared for. Once. They told me what it was like to grow in that world ... all they had done to lift it up ... protect it. They ... didn't know it was gone, that ... yet they had cared once. Before forgetting their history. As they were talking ... kept seeing the Courier's shadow behind them, giving each of their words weight. History cast aside ... a home, left behind. I listened. I asked. Was there anything left? Anything that still carries Equestria's voice? And they told me I had already been there. I and one other, walking right out of history deeper than we knew. They told me what lies in the heart of the Divide, what can be found there. And the words to awaken it - and the one to speak them."


Macintosh's log Y-17.21
"Emptiness here - like the sands of the Great Salt Lake, echoed. The beating in the Divide sky ... like storm drums of the White Hoofs. Ran with them on the salt beds, at Caesar's command - cut the throats of the two-headed Cow, cut all communities off. Use storm, sky. Disease, fire, starvation ... and the violence of the ignorants to ruin all who could ... might stand against him. But the White Hoofs ... they couldn't live on their own, like most scavengers. So gave them purpose - turned their hunger into a weapon. The wall of New Caneigh... too high for Caesar. Too proud, maybe - or maybe something there from his past, that needed killing ... Memory of Graham. Helped them dig out Caneigh supply caches, and other secrets the sands hid - bunkers, filled with powered weapons even the Ranger's might desire. They called these new weapons "storm drums" in the firing of shells. Taught them the power in the casings ... to channel the spirits into their guns. Me ... they called me the Flag-Bearer. Glory in my hand, in my staff that still bore the weight of the Old World just as the symbol on my back did. I learned their weapons as a means of respect. And when it came their turn to pay respect to me ... history came rushing back. Can't escape what's been done. History's there ... no matter how far you walk."


"Macintosh's log Y-17.22
I walked the Great Salt Lake as Caesar's eye, then his hand. Mongrels there, two-legs and four. Saw the walls of New Caneigh, the scavengers circled... hadn't the strength or fire to take. Too high, too strong. White Legs, they were born for war, they run to it, hungry for battle... yet their hunger is to be a part of history, something larger. Like the Legion. As always, brought them a message - from Caesar. If New Caneigh burns, Caesar might see them. 'Might.' Even the chance was a lie. To honor Caesar - destroy the history of New Caneigh, and the way they carry it - in their generations and family. Caesar respects such strength, I told them. That - that was truth, even if 'strength' wasn't the word. Obediance. You must be willing to kill anyone, children, mothers, the weak, elders... If these New Caneighnites value the generations, that is what you must kill. It was like Vulpes was speaking through me. Use the night silence, and fire to change their words to pleas, to screams. No need for bombs when hate will do. I... asked the White Hoofs to destroy a people with ancestry, going back thousands of years - another death of history, lost to time. The New Caneighnitess... they supplied medicine, food, traded with others. Civilization, a hand from the past, not history. But maybe a past deeper, farther than that to a place where this ... God really exists. If so, his handiwork and people belong elsewhere, not in this place. Another symbol, like Cow and Eagle, with no meaning in the present."


Macintosh's log Y-17.23
"The White Hoofs... meant to show respect, bribe me for Caesar's favor, echoing mannerisms and words ... Showed them tech caches, taught them the workings of chamber and powder, spoke of Caesar's pride in those that used such things... lies. And... and then... they tried to honor me - not the Legion. They brought me before the campfire one night, showed me how they changed themselves, how they wore their hair now. It was like my entire dead tribe in the firelight, teeth grinning red in the dark - eager corpses, blood-covered ghosts. They... had taken my braids, the way of the Twisted Manes, as if it showed they were like me, of me... while every knot in their braids spoke of raping, violence - and ignorance of what the knots meant. They thought to show respect... defiled it. Lost myself in trying to read the braids they wove, when I remembered they had put no meaning in it. They had no history of what it meant. They didn't even know the insult in the twists, knots... and Dry Wells came rushing back, the White Hoofs circled like that... It was like looking at the dead of my tribe, reborn as ghosts - hateful, hungry, bowing to Caesar. Another history... gone, carried by me alone."

You wrote that?

I got bored and tried to ponify Ulysses' logs for Fallout: New Vegas: Lonesome Road.

[Krazakistan]

I got bored and tried to ponify Ulysses' logs for Fallout: New Vegas: Lonesome Road.

Try and ponify his logs in Big Mt.

[Ifreann]

Awesome character + My favorite shirt= FUCK YEAH!

It's wolf swag isn't it. My friend told me I'm permanently banned from wolf swag. Who needs that when you have Pony swag. Funny that, I use the term Swag ironically, you know for shits and giggles.

Pony swag is best swag.

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The vibrations are off the charts!

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D'awwww

Fucking butterflies, how do they work.

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Always.

This happiness will destroy us all.

These muffins will destroy us all.

Nonsense, Ifreann. Now come here...I want to talk to you...

About happiness muffins?

Derpy>physics.

How do physics? 6_9

With science!

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I just...I can't...

I cannot process all of this wat.

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Here lies Iffy.
Dead from judgements.

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In my brief absence, the thread has descended into chaos. As a result, I declare this thread governed by Poni Law.

Any questions?

1) Yes.
2) What is Poni Law?
3) Yes.

[Nationalist State of Knox]

You wrote that?

I got bored and tried to ponify Ulysses' logs for Fallout: New Vegas: Lonesome Road.

Nice.

In my brief absence, the thread has descended into chaos. As a result, I declare this thread governed by Poni Law.

Any questions?

1) Yes.
2) What is Poni Law?
3) Yes.

Poni Law is a system in which poni has absolute authority over the populace, no exceptions. I believe it is necessary to restore order to the thread.

[Wilgrove]

I more dislike the weirdo cosplayers than the actual cons.

Hey, my friend does cosplay. I respect the art of cosplay because of her.

There are some pretty good cosplayers. I'm also friends with a cosplayer and she's really good with her costume.

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I just...I can't...

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I just...I can't...

You guys, he makes a valid point...

....Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you!

Well...we do have an OC named Milky Way, who has huge crotchboobs, and some of the erotic arts about her do involving milking...so...

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Well I just spent the last hour watching a brony documentary, so how are ya'll wasting YOUR lives?

That was mean.

Haha, I get the reference!

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Well I just spent the last hour watching a brony documentary, so how are ya'll wasting YOUR lives?
That was mean.

Trying to talk myself into thinking of friendship as good.

But friendship is good, it's what the show taught us!

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Well I just spent the last hour watching a brony documentary, so how are ya'll wasting YOUR lives?
That was mean.

Watching the doc that you linked. Oh, I suggest watching another doc on us bronies, it's called "Bronys, The Unexpected Adult Fandom of My Little Pony" or something like that.

You can either:
A. Buy it, or
B. Pirate it.

Ficks'd

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Stupid Sexy Octavia.

[Xiscapia]

*grumble* Women these days, don't know how to take an order no more this country went to the dogs ever since they got the right to vote goddamnit what I wouldn't give for a good switch but the godless pinko commie liberals made that illegal too didn't they one of these days Alice one of these days...

*KA-FRYIN' PANNED*

IT KEEPS HAPPENING

I just...I can't...

Sigh.

*glasses off*

Gentlemen. I'm afraid things have come to a head. I see no other solution. Now what I'm about to suggest may be drastic, but it's the only way.

We must steal the Declaration of Independence kill the Führer eat Xis burn the Internet to the ground.

Yea or nay neigh?

I'm not actually all that tasty, I promise.

[Auzkhia]

Flutterdash cuddling
Cherries
Gilda and Applejack
Rarity Wallpaper
Cadence wallpaper
Wat

[Mad hatters in jeans]

Sigh.

*glasses off*

Gentlemen. I'm afraid things have come to a head. I see no other solution. Now what I'm about to suggest may be drastic, but it's the only way.

We must steal the Declaration of Independence kill the Führer eat Xis burn the Internet to the ground.

Yea or nay neigh?

I'm not actually all that tasty, I promise.

We'll be the judge of that.

Wat

I was hoping for Cadence to turn into Chrysalis and then they both duel to the death. But I'm content with this.

[Auzkhia]

I'm not actually all that tasty, I promise.

We'll be the judge of that.

Wat

I was hoping for Cadence to turn into Chrysalis and then they both duel to the death. But I'm content with this.

Daleks could still exterminate changelings, but Chrysalis vs Dalek would be a sight to see.

[Lazssia]

And now Laz is dead... again.