by Das Metro » Sat Aug 30, 2014 8:54 am
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Sat Aug 30, 2014 9:12 am
by Aelarus » Sat Aug 30, 2014 10:17 am
by The Republic of Greater Appalachia » Sat Aug 30, 2014 7:52 pm
by Das Metro » Mon Sep 01, 2014 8:45 am
The Flutterlands wrote:A lone, teenage unicorn with black mane and coat was strolling the streets of Manehatten. Things has been rough for Pitch Black since he ran away from the wretched City Orphanage. However, there's nothing that a gun and a few knives, can't solve. Though, there's still having to find shelter from the cold and rain. Damn this city. thought Pitch, Damn it all to tartarus. The black unicorn colt looked at the paper with the location the place were he's suppose to be. Unlike everypony else, Pitch didn't get an email. Instead, some batpony dropped a note beside him, while he was sleeping under a box. Once Pitch took his eyes off of the paper, he found himself right in front of the building. {i]Guess this is it.[/i] thought Pitch, sighing slightly as he crossed the street. Pitch Black walked towards the door, and knocked on it.
The Republic of Greater Appalachia wrote:Brandon McTavish.
After receiving a crap load of emails about this secret meeting from a stallion named Opium Brandon decided to go to the meeting to see what this was about. If this was a Robin Hood type group he could live with it as long as they didn't go to any extremes, but if not, then he will do his best to make sure that this group has bad luck. Anyway he went to the building and picked the lock and went inside.
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Tue Sep 02, 2014 2:12 am
Das Metro wrote:The Flutterlands wrote:A lone, teenage unicorn with black mane and coat was strolling the streets of Manehatten. Things has been rough for Pitch Black since he ran away from the wretched City Orphanage. However, there's nothing that a gun and a few knives, can't solve. Though, there's still having to find shelter from the cold and rain. Damn this city. thought Pitch, Damn it all to tartarus. The black unicorn colt looked at the paper with the location the place were he's suppose to be. Unlike everypony else, Pitch didn't get an email. Instead, some batpony dropped a note beside him, while he was sleeping under a box. Once Pitch took his eyes off of the paper, he found himself right in front of the building. {i]Guess this is it.[/i] thought Pitch, sighing slightly as he crossed the street. Pitch Black walked towards the door, and knocked on it.The Republic of Greater Appalachia wrote:Brandon McTavish.
After receiving a crap load of emails about this secret meeting from a stallion named Opium Brandon decided to go to the meeting to see what this was about. If this was a Robin Hood type group he could live with it as long as they didn't go to any extremes, but if not, then he will do his best to make sure that this group has bad luck. Anyway he went to the building and picked the lock and went inside.
Inside the warehouse was a mess of machinery. Word on the street was the building used to store factory assembly lines and all that heavy stuff. The place was used to store heavy metal, so it was only fitting Opium had brought a portable speaker with him and had hooked up Whisper's phone to it. At first glance, Opium figured Whisper for a jazz guy, but for whatever reason, there Morbid Angel ripping out of the speakers, and Whisper seemed to be enjoying himself. Opium scoffed, "How do you listen to this?"
"It's Altars of Madness, this is great."
"This is scary."
Whisper rolled his eyes and peered out into the cluttered dark of the warehouse, "Shut up Opium, I think we got visitors..."
Opium smiled, and then gave Whisper a look, "Shut off that music! We want them to think we're friendly."
"...I'll put on something jazzy."
It was Opium's turn to roll his eyes as he galloped to the door and ripped it open, "Hello~!.. The fuck. You're a kid."
Meanwhile, Whisper gazed out, "Hey... Anyone else there?"
by Das Metro » Wed Sep 03, 2014 9:09 pm
The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch rolled his eyes, before giving Opium a cold stare. He was quite use to these kinds of greetings. Not that heard those exact words before, just that it's rare that Pitch receives a polite greeting. "Yeah, so?" said Pitch with a cold voice, "This is your ad, right?" The black unicorn colt showed Opium the paper he had, and debated in his head wither or not to just blow his brains out, and leave.
Aelarus wrote:JACK NICKELS
TERROR OPERATION ON ASTRAL STAR
Rain fell lightly on lower east side Manehatten. Jack sat quietly on the roof of a cafe, staring out at the street. His earpiece clicked and a gruff voice came through it.
"Astral is moving down on your left side, he's in a black limo."
"Have the parameters changed?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Alright then, just make sure you do your part because I'm not all that sure you'll be able to keep up."
"Be glad no one's payed me to shoot you yet."
"Oh, I'm sure, always looking to remove the competition right? Especially since I'm better."
At this point, a black limousine came into view from down the street. The window tint hid what was inside but it obviously had the target inside, or at least a double, either would work just fine.
"He-"
"Can't talk, going through interference, must be excessive amounts of sarcasm clogging my mic."
Jack raised his rifle and deftly shot out the tires, causing the limo to swerve out of control straight into a lamp post.
"Damn" Jack commented, "I was aiming for the shopping mall front entrance."
"Like hell I'm going to drive a bus into a shopping mall."
"Just hurry up and hit the car will you?"
"Fine."
A bus barreled down the street, heading straight for the crashed vehicle. The occupants all scrambled out in a hurry, and staggered away. The driver of the bus jumped out and took flight as the bus rammed into the pole, completely dislodging the empty limo and sending it straight I to the store under him.
"Well I'm impressed, I think you scared some diners."
Jack jumped down onto the roof of the bus and fired at the escaping targets. The guard and driver both fell, bullets deftly passing through both their skulls.
The last pony standing was obviously a very bad double who was trembling in fear on the sidewalk. Jack hopped down and stood over the double.
"Tell Astral that Mister Bristles sends his regards."
He dropped a bullet casing at the pony's hooves, turned, and left.
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by Aelarus » Wed Sep 03, 2014 10:02 pm
Das Metro wrote:Aelarus wrote:JACK NICKELS
TERROR OPERATION ON ASTRAL STAR
Rain fell lightly on lower east side Manehatten. Jack sat quietly on the roof of a cafe, staring out at the street. His earpiece clicked and a gruff voice came through it.
"Astral is moving down on your left side, he's in a black limo."
"Have the parameters changed?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Alright then, just make sure you do your part because I'm not all that sure you'll be able to keep up."
"Be glad no one's payed me to shoot you yet."
"Oh, I'm sure, always looking to remove the competition right? Especially since I'm better."
At this point, a black limousine came into view from down the street. The window tint hid what was inside but it obviously had the target inside, or at least a double, either would work just fine.
"He-"
"Can't talk, going through interference, must be excessive amounts of sarcasm clogging my mic."
Jack raised his rifle and deftly shot out the tires, causing the limo to swerve out of control straight into a lamp post.
"Damn" Jack commented, "I was aiming for the shopping mall front entrance."
"Like hell I'm going to drive a bus into a shopping mall."
"Just hurry up and hit the car will you?"
"Fine."
A bus barreled down the street, heading straight for the crashed vehicle. The occupants all scrambled out in a hurry, and staggered away. The driver of the bus jumped out and took flight as the bus rammed into the pole, completely dislodging the empty limo and sending it straight I to the store under him.
"Well I'm impressed, I think you scared some diners."
Jack jumped down onto the roof of the bus and fired at the escaping targets. The guard and driver both fell, bullets deftly passing through both their skulls.
The last pony standing was obviously a very bad double who was trembling in fear on the sidewalk. Jack hopped down and stood over the double.
"Tell Astral that Mister Bristles sends his regards."
He dropped a bullet casing at the pony's hooves, turned, and left.
Karbidan was in no sense a stranger to violence. He grew up on the snow shod streets of Stalliongrad, and was shooting rifles before he could read. Of course, he didn't learn to do so until he was ten, but what does that have to do with anything. The point was, was that a man just killed quite a few people in a stunning display of badassery that would of made a McLane proud. In theory, approaching a dangerous gunman was a bad idea, but Karbidan didn't have much to live for other than a nagging wife and a pair of overachieving daughters. With a slow, cautious step, Karbidan inched towards the man. "Hey!" the brown earth pony called out, "Meester! I 'vould like, a- uh, a 'vord with you!"
by The Flutterlands » Thu Sep 04, 2014 4:57 am
Das Metro wrote:The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch rolled his eyes, before giving Opium a cold stare. He was quite use to these kinds of greetings. Not that heard those exact words before, just that it's rare that Pitch receives a polite greeting. "Yeah, so?" said Pitch with a cold voice, "This is your ad, right?" The black unicorn colt showed Opium the paper he had, and debated in his head wither or not to just blow his brains out, and leave.
Opium glared right back at Pitch. Though he met very few children his age back during his foalhood due to... situational complications, he could tell a troublemaker when he saw one. What was worse, was this troublemaker in particular was savvy enough to print out the email. If it came down to it, Opium figured he might have to flame war this punk. "Whatever... Wait... How the hell do you have an email!? You look homeless!.." Opium said, and paused, "You smell homeless too... Have you been using public computers? That's fucking lame."
by Das Metro » Thu Sep 04, 2014 5:52 am
The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch's eye twitched and his neck cracked, but he kept his cool. Though, in his mental debate, Pitch did began to lean towards the idea of blowing Opium's brains out. "No," said Pitch in his usual cold voice, "I don't even have an email. Last night, I was busy sleeping in my... box, when I felt that paper rolled up in a ball, land on my head. I looked up, and saw a bat pony flying overhead."
Aelarus wrote:JACK NICKELS
WANDERING, LOWER EAST SIDE
Jack slung his rifle over his shoulder and thumbed his mic.
"The job is done."
A sinister, thin voice responded through the earpiece, "Excellent Mr. Daniels. We have moved your payment into the account you have specified. It is a pleasure to watch you work."
Jack closed the connection, and continued walking but stopped when a bystander called out to him. He turned to find a brown earth pony roughly middle aged, eagerly vying for his attention. He answered.
"So, what do you want?"
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by Aelarus » Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:16 am
Das Metro wrote:Karbidan stopped dead in his tracks and smiled warmly. It bothered his wife how friendly he was with strangers, especially criminals, but Karbidan just genuinely wanted people to feel comfortable around him. "Ah- Er, I say what you deed back there young man, and I haf' to say that I am 'eempressed," Karbidan began happily, "My nephew is uh- a contractor... Pays very 'vell! Big time sort of fella..." Okay, so maybe that was a lie, but that was what Opium had told him to do! He internally rolled his eyes. Karbidan loved his nephew, but sometimes he figuref that Opium should be shot. Not because he was a bad pony (which he was), but because he could be such a ditz.
by The Flutterlands » Thu Sep 04, 2014 11:05 am
Das Metro wrote:The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch's eye twitched and his neck cracked, but he kept his cool. Though, in his mental debate, Pitch did began to lean towards the idea of blowing Opium's brains out. "No," said Pitch in his usual cold voice, "I don't even have an email. Last night, I was busy sleeping in my... box, when I felt that paper rolled up in a ball, land on my head. I looked up, and saw a bat pony flying overhead."
Opium eye twitched right back and he slowly craned his head back into the warehouse where Whisper was nodding his head to a rollicking Carniflex number. "Whisper! Did you print out the email?!" Opium shouted.
"Yeah!" Whisper called back, "Why?"
Opium stomped his hooves in a foalish manner, "You ass! What if they got picked up by police?"
"I didn't drop any."
"Well," Opium angrily shrilled, "This smelly kid out here says a bat pony dropped one on his head!"
Whisper paused. It wasn't often he was really at fault with Opium. "Hey it's- it's hard to carry a stack of papers when you're flying..." Whisper said indignantly.
Opium rolled his eyes, "Bullshit! I've seen you carry bodies while flying!"
"Yeah, I'm much more comfortable carrying those!"
"You are a no-good, leathery bird!" Opium shouted.
"That's racist!"
"You're racist!"
Whisper rolled his eyes and turned the music up. Opium huffed and turned back to Pitch, "Come in y'little scamp..."
by Das Metro » Fri Sep 05, 2014 3:18 pm
The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch's eye twitched once more at Opium's name calling, and he continued to debate wither or not to just kill Opium and his bat friend, and leave. However, Pitch nodded and trotted inside. Hmmm... he thought, Not a bad looking place, yet what do I know? Pitch sighed, and took out a box of cigarettes from his cloak. "Mind if I smoke, Mister... Opium, is it?"
Aelarus wrote:JACK NICKELS
WANDERING, LOWER EAST SIDE
Jack had apparently found a new customer. Groups popped up and down on the scene so this wasn't all that surprising, but being directly approached after a job was unique.
"I'll tell you what, tell you're nephew that I can be reached through this number," he said, handing the pony a slip of paper, "Then we can discuss possible arrangements. Have a nice night."
He left, tossing a rope end idly in his hands, quickly vanishing into the shadow of an alley.
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Fri Sep 05, 2014 5:00 pm
Das Metro wrote:The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch's eye twitched once more at Opium's name calling, and he continued to debate wither or not to just kill Opium and his bat friend, and leave. However, Pitch nodded and trotted inside. Hmmm... he thought, Not a bad looking place, yet what do I know? Pitch sighed, and took out a box of cigarettes from his cloak. "Mind if I smoke, Mister... Opium, is it?"
"Go ahead kid, if I know who is showing up tonight, I'd be a hypocrite to tell you that y'can't," Opium said curtly. This wasn't the only youth he had involved in his criminal life. There were a surprising amount of children involved in the crime scene. Opium kept them around because not only were they seedlings of useful soldiers, but worked great as hostages and meat shields. No cop would shoot at him if he had a little kid as a shield, criminal or not.
by The Republic of Greater Appalachia » Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:07 pm
by Das Metro » Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:16 pm
The Flutterlands wrote:Das Metro wrote:"Go ahead kid, if I know who is showing up tonight, I'd be a hypocrite to tell you that y'can't," Opium said curtly. This wasn't the only youth he had involved in his criminal life. There were a surprising amount of children involved in the crime scene. Opium kept them around because not only were they seedlings of useful soldiers, but worked great as hostages and meat shields. No cop would shoot at him if he had a little kid as a shield, criminal or not.
Pitch sighed coldly, and sat down on the couch. He took out a lighter, and lit his cigarette, before putting it in his mouth, and sighing once more. The black unicorn colt took an enjoyment in smoking ever since he ran away from the orphanage, and liked how it calmed his nerves. "So," said Pitch, "What exactly are we going to be doing, as far as crime goes? I don't mind slitting some throats, or blowing some brians out. ...As long as you provide me with food and a good place to stay."
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Wed Sep 10, 2014 5:46 pm
Das Metro wrote:The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch sighed coldly, and sat down on the couch. He took out a lighter, and lit his cigarette, before putting it in his mouth, and sighing once more. The black unicorn colt took an enjoyment in smoking ever since he ran away from the orphanage, and liked how it calmed his nerves. "So," said Pitch, "What exactly are we going to be doing, as far as crime goes? I don't mind slitting some throats, or blowing some brians out. ...As long as you provide me with food and a good place to stay."
Opium nodded, "If you want you could stay with my Uncle, he's real nice." As far as Opium knew, Karbidan would accept just about anyone into his home. He could recall on multiple occasions where he stumbled onto his uncle's doorstep, drunk as all hell, and covered in a mix of blood, vomit, and other various forms of filth, and that humble earth pony still let him stay.
"If you want kid, you can stay at my place too," Whisper said, "As long as you don't bother my niece."
"But to answer your question..." Opium began, "We're gonna start off small. You let me worry about throat slitting, and bomb making, and all that fun stuff."
by Das Metro » Fri Sep 12, 2014 6:44 pm
The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch took his cigarette out of his mouth for a moment with his magic, and sighed. He was somewhat disappointed that he won't be able to put his talents with weapons to use. Not that he can't fight without them. He once broke a pony's neck with his magic. It was really easy, really. The black unicorn colt thought about it, and decided to go live with Opium's uncle. "I guess I'll live with your uncle, Opium." said Pitch calmly, as he put the cigarette back into his mouth, "Where does he live, exactly?"
The Republic of Greater Appalachia wrote:Brandon was watching from a hidden place, just enjoying himself as this meeting was more of an argument than anything based on what he could tell. His concern about this group was almost none, since they can't agree here there business wouldn't ever grow past this.
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Sat Sep 13, 2014 10:01 am
Das Metro wrote:The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch took his cigarette out of his mouth for a moment with his magic, and sighed. He was somewhat disappointed that he won't be able to put his talents with weapons to use. Not that he can't fight without them. He once broke a pony's neck with his magic. It was really easy, really. The black unicorn colt thought about it, and decided to go live with Opium's uncle. "I guess I'll live with your uncle, Opium." said Pitch calmly, as he put the cigarette back into his mouth, "Where does he live, exactly?"
Opium had to think about that for a moment. Whenever he found himself going to his Uncle's, he didn't really rely on street signs, it was more memory than anything. "Uh... He lives in like... a big fancy townhouse..." Opium said after a moment of thought, "Uh... Fuck it, after this I'll take you alright? Or maybe I can have Whisper take you there, I might have shit to do." Whisper gave Opium a look and went back to scrolling through his music. He really hated it when Opium dumped responsibilities on him, though it seemed to happen a lot. He'd just spit in his coffee the next time he got sent out to Starbucks.
by The Republic of Greater Appalachia » Mon Sep 15, 2014 2:31 pm
by Das Metro » Wed Sep 17, 2014 7:48 am
The Flutterlands wrote:Pitch sighed and looked at the bat-pony Whisper for a few minutes. He began to debate wither this was even a good idea, joining this seemingly incompetent crime organization, and ultimately decided that he would kill every member, with finds no use for them. "Anyway..." said the black colt, "I'm Pitch Black."
The Republic of Greater Appalachia wrote:Brandon noticed the mare in the dark and also noticed how afraid she looked in it. He left his little hiding spot and went over to her. He knelt down so he was eye level with her and he spoke in a soft voice, "Hi there. What's your name?"
Aelarus wrote:JACK NICKELS
WANDERING, LOWER EAST SIDE
Jack had apparently found a new customer. Groups popped up and down on the scene so this wasn't all that surprising, but being directly approached after a job was unique.
"I'll tell you what, tell you're nephew that I can be reached through this number," he said, handing the pony a slip of paper, "Then we can discuss possible arrangements. Have a nice night."
He left, tossing a rope end idly in his hands, quickly vanishing into the shadow of an alley.
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Republic of Greater Appalachia » Wed Sep 17, 2014 11:01 am
by Aelarus » Sun Sep 21, 2014 9:18 am
Das Metro wrote:Karbidan was now long gone, but phone numbers quickly changed hooves. A scarlet colored anthro unicorn was lounging idly on a bus, fiddling with his new smart phone. He heard little stories from his grandparents about a time in Equestria when 'phones' weren't even a thing. Seemed funny to him, it'd be kinda hard to live without one. He dialed the number Karbidan gave him, not quite sure what he was getting himself in to. That was apart of being friends with Opium though. Something new every time. The stallion waited as the phone rang.
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