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PostSubject: The Alternates (Game)   Sat Jul 26, 2014 7:16 pm

It was a peaceful day in Canterlot. An average day. Ponies went places and did things. You know how this cliche opening goes, why should I have to tell you?

Either way, the day was nice and boring. At least, until thunder started rolling. It started out quiet and subtle; only a few ponies would notice the silent rumbling, and likely assume it's from a machine of some sort. But it quickly grew louder, becoming very noticeable to most ponies, especially those near the castle, and with the rumbling came small tremors in the ground.

By the time the "thunder" was at roaring levels, murmurs and the occasional scream of fear traveled through the growing crowds in the streets. Their eyes were now just above Canterlot Castle, focused on a small pinpoint of bright white light that, unnoticed by most eyes, was surrounded and trailed by a faint purple-ish shimmer leading back into part of the building, almost like it was attached to it.

Then a number of events happened in quick succession. First, the white pinprick (it was actually pony-sized, but it looked like a pinprick to most observers) above the castle went from emanating a loud thundering to an absolutely deafening roar. Well, if it could be called that. The pitch it made was so low that a third of the populace couldn't actually hear it. But they felt it. It shook everything, from the ground beneath their hooves to the grey matter between their ears. This was the harbinger of the second thing. The next thing to happen was that the light went from the size of a pinprick to the size of two trucks, torn bigger to grant access to the sonic boom of dimensional magic that tore through the air, the buildings, the mountainous landscape, anything that stood in its way. Finally, from being a milisecond to several miles behind the boom, five "fireballs", unknown objects covered in several layers of extremely unpredictable magic, shot out of the white light in all possible directions, each of them landing somewhere in Canterlot, and most if not all of them adding to the damage and injuries the previous events had caused.

Thankfully, the mass of light wasn't there for long. Half a minute after the sonic boom had occurred, the very fabric of reality in the area of Canterlot seemed to bend itself just to close the wound. It was no longer a normal day.



Two ponies ran through the long-forgotten crystal caverns of Canterlot. They were cut, bruised, bloody, broken, to the point that their coat colors were barely distinguishable. They both ran to destroy, though their targets varied greatly.

One was a thestral lunar guard, silver and purple armor dented, torn, and incomplete. His hooves pounded mercilessly against the cavern floors while his good, whole wing pumped hard to give him as much of a boost as he could get. His mane and tail were cut as short as possible without eliminating the two entirely, and both were nearly overcome with dirt and recently-dried blood. His lips were pulled up in a bloodthirsty, fanged snarl, a pocket knife between his teeth. His remaining eye was consumed with determination and rage.

The other was a unicorn. Her mane also had dirt and blood in it, but significantly less so than her pursuer. It stopped a third of the way down her mane, lifting itself up in tangled, messy, dark brown curls. Her tail was also fairly short, and full of split ends and stuck-out strands it had received from being bitten, crushed, burnt off, and more. Her hooves were weakened and chipped, and her skin was covered in cuts, shallow and deep. She had abandoned her armor a while ago, in favor of speed and agility; most of her offense and defense was reliant on magic, so physically she was very weak compared to the bloodthirsty royal guard chasing her.

However, with the confined space of the caves, she couldn't afford to attack or teleport away. She was stuck to running, which was proving more and more difficult by the minute; her limbs were screaming at her, she was struggling to breathe, and she was starting to feel dizzy from blood loss. She couldn't run for much longer, and he knew it. She'd have to think of something quick, before-

The mare skidded to a halt, attempting to not be hit by the knife that had already lodged itself into the crystal wall with a subtle *chink*. She slammed into it muzzle-first and was tossed onto her back by sheer velocity. Before she even had a chance to think, the thestral had already yanked his knife out of the wall and was above her, pinning her down with the knife against her throat. His breathing was also slightly heavy, meaning his stamina was wearing out. The unicorn's stamina, however, was completely spent.

The thestral quickly caught his breath, and grinned triumphantly as he'd finally caught the monster. He pressed the knife harder against her throat, growling, "I see one flicker of light from that horn, you're gone."

The mare gave a dead chuckle between her pants. "C'mon, that's not fair. We both know how my magic is." The knife pressed harder, starting to draw blood now. The unicorn looked the thestral dead in the eye, not a hint of fear or respect in them. "What? You think this is gonna accomplish anything? By now, this is gonna finish itself no matter what you do." The mare grinned viciously. "Face it: you've failed your duty."

The thestral snarled, his hoof flinching enough to draw a shallow line of blood partially across the mare's neck. He could hear his blood roaring in his ears. He hated this pony. This monster. He hated her, and wanted her dead. And now, it seemed like he'd finally get to see- no, make that happen.

Only... she seemed distracted. Her ears were swiveling left and right, as if looking for the source of a noise. Suddenly, it occurred to the thestral that that roaring might not be in his head. His eyes widened in panic, and quick as light turned the blade so that its tip was drawing a notably-sized dot of blood from the mare's neck.

This caught her attention right away, as her eyes snapped right back to the stallion's, obviously just as surprised by the new development as he was. "Wha- I'm not doing that!" she exclaimed. He didn't believe her, and made to cut.

Many things happened in quick succession. The roar became deafening as a brilliant white light tore itself into existence just ahead of them. The suction power of the "light" was powerful enough to suck the knife out of the thestral's hoof, and the mare out from beneath him, in two quick blinks of an eye. Exactly a second later, the entire tunnel, and surrounding area, bent out of natural shape to close the hole in the fabric of reality, abruptly silencing the roar so that the only sounds were the thestral's own breathing and thoughts. Wha- what just... NO! NO!

He slammed his hooves violently against the crystal floor, a baritone sound resonating through the cave system, and shouted unfiltered rage. "DAMMIT!" He'd been so close! So close to getting rid of that monster once and for all! Only for some Diablos-ex-Machina to rescue her from justice! "GRAHHHH!!!" He slammed his hooves against the ground even harder this time, cracking some of the floor but doing more damage to his hooves.

He couldn't believe this. He just couldn't-

The tunnel shook. The ground beneath his hooves cracked some more, like melting ice. For a minute, the thestral simply stared at the spot, not really considering what it meant. Another shutter alerted him, and the color drained from his face. No. he thought. It couldn't have worked. He'd stopped her from reaching the one location she had left to reach to pull off her plan. She couldn't have-

No. She could have. This was a big-ass fucking rock. With an even bigger-ass, heavy city on it. One little pinpoint wouldn't be enough to support all that weight. She was right. He'd failed. And now millions would die.

You monster.

Things started rumbling, snapping, and cracking all around Star. So many crystals breaking at once, big and small, was both like being in the middle of an avalanche and hearing hundreds of glass windows of all shapes and sizes shattering at once. There was an entire city sitting on this. The biggest, most populated city in the entire kingdom, in fact. And it was about to be reduced to rubble in the biggest rockslide in Equus history.

The ground gave way beneath Star, as did the rest of the tunnel. And most of the crystal caves. And an entire city, full of innocent ponies. Canterlot fell off its mountain, crumbling to dust and boulders, and devastating whatever towns had been built in its shadow.



The "fireball" rocketed through the air at sonic boom levels, shattering most glass windows and other things unfortunate enough to be too close to it. Originally, this fireball would've landed somewhere near Ponyville, but it ended up bouncing off a rather big, sturdy stormcloud meant for later in the evening, which sent the fireball rocketing straight for the throne room, while most of Canterlot got heavy downpour and brilliant lightshows hours too early.

The fireball made its grand entrance by crashing through/melting the roof and leaving a burning, broken, dripping hole in the ceiling. It still traveled at sonic boom speeds, so it shattered every stained glass window in the throne room, and some in the hallway. Its destination was the throne itself, coincidentally. In less than a second, Celestia and the quickly-dying-fire ball were both sent into the wall behind her. Soon, almost all the nurses and doctors had dropped what they were doing to make sure their princess was okay, and now there was a new patient in the infirmary.



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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Mon Jul 28, 2014 8:09 am

A thestral sat in a bush watching the two lunar guards who guarded the gates of Canterlot Castle. He growled quietly as to not make the thestral guards hear him. He had crude bloody sword that laid in front of him and bloody knife held in his left forehoof. Guards are just as corrupt as those damn princesses...And those damn nobles. He picked up the sword in his teeth. All of them should pay. Then everything will be fine an Equestria. He leapt out of the bush and threw the knife at one of the guards, catching both by surprise.

Luckily for the guard, the knife bounced off of his helmet. He quickly drew his sword while the other did the same. "It's him! The one who's been killing so many guards and nobles!" One of them shouted to the other. The thestral grinned as he swung at both guards, clashing sword with one of them and dodging the other's attacks. "Put the sword down! You can't take both of us!" The same guard said to Star.

He laughed madly, backing away from the two. "Oh we'll shee avout tat." He smiled, charging at the two, unfurling his wings and flapping to give him an extra boost. He dodge off to the side as one swung vertically at him, jumping at the other one. Which the guard had blocked with the flat of his sword. Star growled and jumped back from the two guards. "Alvight. Now you've mave meh mad." He glanced at his knife, quickly rolling to the side as one of the guards swung at him again.

He grabbed the knife and threw it at the one who had swung at him, but he was not expecting for the other to tackled him to the ground and kick away his sword. The guard pressed his sword against Star's neck. "So it looks like you've caught me..." He said stoically. He then started to laugh madly again. "See you in hell then." He said, grabbing a pebble and throwing it at the guard's eye, making him backpedal.

Star quickly grabbed his sword and jammed it into the the guard's neck. The other one stared at his partner as he he fell limp to the ground. Star coughed a bit, still laughing. He looked up at the guard who was too shocked to do anything. He spat the sword out of his mouth and smiled at the guard. "Can't handle a little death? I figured a guard should at least be prepared for death. Hahaha!"

He abruptly stopped laughing as his ears swiveled. What....What was that noise? The roaring got louder by the moment, forcing him to push his ears to the side of his head. "What the hell is going on?!" He shouted, looking around the area. The guard looked equally confused, then he remembered the thestral was leaving himself open and charged at him.

Star looked at the guard surprised, he had no time to pick up his sword to block and attack and he was too surprised to move to the side quick enough. What happened next was too fast that even the guard had no idea what happened. A hole opened right from underneath Star, sucking him in. And once he was in, the hole closed right after him, to the guard's surprise.


At the sound of thunder, Star launched out of bed with a scream. "AHH!" He took a moment to catch his breath before hopping out of his bed and going to the window to see what was happening. He moved away the binds to his window and was imminently greeted to sunlight. He clenched his eyes and backpedaled away from the window, shaking his head. "Grrr...Stupid sun..." He rubbed his eyes and quickly grabbed his sunglasses. He tried again to look out the window and was greeted to rain...and lightning. Confused, he looked at the time on his alarm clock. "Huh...That shouldn't be right. A storm isn't scheduled till a lot later..." He decided it was just the pegasi making it rain earlier and shrugged. He turned away from the window and walked back to his bed.

He made it about two feet before a crashing noise happened right outside his apartment. He slowly turned and looked out the window again. To his surprise, there was now a crater in the middle of the road that was in front of the apartment building he lived in. His ears swiveled a little at the sound of screaming ans crying... What...the hell... He thought to himself. There was fire coming out from the crater and smoke. The rain itself was already taking care of the fire in the crater. He looked up and out upon more of Canterlot, more specifically towards the castle.

His eyes widened and his ears flopped against the side of his ears. The bloody roof of the castle was...melting...He turned away from the window and ran to throw on his armor as quickly as he could. He needed to see if the princess was okay, and what the fell just landed in front of his damn apartment! He rushed out the room to his room and out the door of his apartment room, sprinting down the stairs and out the front door of the building. His first priority....Canterlot Castle. He was sure that other ponies at the castle was already dealing with whatever crashed through it, but he needed to be there himself. And if Luna had gotten hurt...He wouldn't know what he would do to the one responsible for it....Oh...And the same goes for Celestia....he guessed....

He unfurled his wings and flapped to get himself into the air. He made a bee line for Canterlot Castle, leaving the, now not flaming, crater behind him. He should have probably checked out the crater first but he's not a smart pony and so went for the farthest goal first. It's like someone wants popcorn and an apple, and the apple is closest but the pony goes for the popcorn first. He shook his head. Have to focus. He though to himself, flapping his wings faster to try and get to the castle faster.
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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Mon Aug 04, 2014 9:58 pm

The Labyrinth. That's what they called Griffhalla now, the last standing remain of the Griffon Kingdoms, silhouetted against the famed blood red skies like a rotting wound that refused to be bandaged.

On the silent mountaintop it lingered on, a solitary scream tore through the starless night through the mountains. No one coming to help, no one running for their own safety and most certainly no mercy to be found within The Labyrinth's walls and yet still they screamed, screamed until they wore their lungs out.

It was extremely inefficient.

The Griffon was left to drop through a jagged hole in the catwalks, his ribcage hanging open from where metallic claws had clumsily ripped it open to get an interested look, blood and feathers tangled in the joins of the metallic fingers.

The creature that stood watching as the griffon splattered on the ground with a grotesque noise didn't show much of herself; almost her entire body was wrapped in a brown leather bodysuit which clung to her, with wires protruding and re-entering in a criss cross all across her form, her head hidden by a hood, a scarf around her lower face and large, opaque goggles.

She had only just turned back along her catwalk, having been taking a pleasant stroll across the pipes and catwalks that from the looks of things had once been a school district (now it produced the molten metals for her creations) before she felt an odd sensation overcome her.

She didn't recall getting in the air but quickly her body reacted; her wings spread out, metal ridges running along her wings outlines and the strips of leathery skin that made up a thestral's wings systematically replaced by folding sheet metal, light enough to maintain flight.

She used this to glide and smash through the window she had been launched at, coming to a stop in an unfamiliar corridor full of stained glass windows. Her goggles slightly askew and her scarf having slipped, some of her face was visible.

The metallic jaw looked like it had been crudely shoved where an actual jaw should go, and resembled more a beartrap than any sort of remotely equine mouth. Her eyes were mechanical, one a simple red lense for an optical camera linked to her nervous system, the other was real but had tiny strips of metal and circuitry visible on her retinas.

She was scanning the area around her very much like a machine, and if it weren't for the uneven and in some cases torn strips of skin still surrounding her augments she may have been mistaken for one.






Across town, Bronze Gasket was forced awake, hitting her head painfully on the low ceiling above her hammock by the loud thunderstorms.

"That better not be you guys messing with the forge again!" She called downstairs, referring to her little metallic "pets" the Lockets.

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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Wed Aug 06, 2014 3:48 am

"The Ninth Street Works, gentleponies, are among the many linchpins of the industrial machine that underlies the economic and manufacturing prowess of Trottingham," 'Green' told the assemblage of rough-looking sorts spread out in a semi-circle in front of her table. "In fact, the average profits of the Works has not dropped below two hundred and twenty-two thousand bits since their doors were opened approximately seventy years ago, even during severe economic disruptions."
"Um, boss, I can..."
A single look from the solidly-build zebra standing beside 'Green' silenced the interruption immediately, and the unicorn gave her cousin a small smile before continuing to look steadily at the assemblage.
"As such, they are considered a vital piece of infrastructure for any organization which might, as its primary goal, seek to bring that prowess under its hoof. Destruction of any part of the Works, needless to say, makes it unaccountably difficult to utilize them." 'Green' unrolled the newspaper laying on the table and held it up so that the other ponies could read the headline. "Assuming that any one of you mooks graduated the first grade, would someone kindly read the headline of today's newspaper to me?"
"'Ninth Street Works Shut Down'" one of the braver (or perhaps dumber) ones read.
"Thank you." 'Green' folded the paper again and put it down, leaning forward and steepling her hooves. "I seem to recall that certain... associates of mine were instructed to merely watch the Works and report the presence of any undesirables to other associates who could bring the appropriate expertise to the task of... persuading these undesirables to vacate the premises post haste." Her eyes narrowed. "Instead, certain mouth-breathing inbreds in my organization took it upon themselves to do a task for which they were emphatically not qualified and as a consequence, a major industrial asset has been lost to me until such time as repairs can be made to the machinery. This has a negative impact on other valuable ventures as there is an economic price for such inconvenience."
"B... but boss, they were s... smashing some of the..."
"Was this before or after you failed to promptly report their presence?" 'Green' snarled suddenly, coming to her feet. "It takes nearly twenty minutes to smash through all the barriers to that section of the Works and the barriers were bypassed. There was ample time to do your job, which tells me that you cannot do this job at all."
"C'mon, boss..."
"No." 'Green' settled back. "I shall not 'come on'. You will hand in your weapons to Zen and then you will do the only useful thing you appear able to do: you will serve on the construction detail. You will serve on the most hazardous construction detail. Assuming you survive, you will be discharged. Assuming you show some merit, you may receive a second opportunity to be useful. If you die, accounts are settled; if you fail..."
"...we cash in your insurance policy," Zen said with a toothy and grisly smile.
"Do not fail." 'Green' concluded. "And do not speak; I weary of hearing you and I weary of smelling you. Pile them, and get out."

'Green' noted with no small amount of satisfaction that the brawny thugs did precisely that: armaments were piled on the table in front of Zen and they filed out, not one speaking. When they were gone, 'Green' sighed and tapped the newspaper.
"Failure is so stressful," she sighed. "With all their strutting in school, I'd have hoped they had at least some mean intelligence to apply to their assignments."
"I told you that more competent goons needed to be assigned," Zen reminded her.
"I know." 'Green' leaned over and kissed her marefriend on the cheek. "But the damage is only very slight; the newspapers are sensationalist rags and the reporters have practically no understanding of the subjects upon which they expend ink and blather. This gives us an opportunity to be rid of the deadwood, tighten up our street operations, and ensure that our help is of greater intellect and ability than the help of the opposition; this makes the small hit in the balance sheets worth it."
"I'd have preferred to throw the deadwood at our rivals," Zen said in a murmur, nuzzling back. "They're suited for thuggishness and combat; let's try them at that and let them get stronger from there instead of seeing which swing a hammer best."
"I prefer my idea."
"Maybe I think it's not the best."
"Maybe you do. So what?"
Zen grinned. "So maybe seeing you be all authoritative turns me on."
'Green' laughed. "I think it's a bit too early in the day. Maybe tonight, after we've gone over the numbers and met with the important components of the organization. Big item will be 'making' the preppy who delivered the Piccadilly Heights protection racket..."
"Wait a sec, Verde," Zen interrupted. "Are you hearing the same thing I am?"
Verde frowned and twitched an ear, noting a sudden sound of electric buzzing. "I can, actually. It can't be a bomb or..."

Right in the middle of the sentence, reality shifted....

"So what do you think, Zen?" Verde Tin asked as she held an almost mechanically-precise diagram up for her half-zebra marefriend. "I think the theory behind the Minie is plenty sound but it still relies on muzzle-loading."
"It looks a zillion times better than a ball Day," Zen replied, nodding at the diagram and leaning around it to give Verde's ear an affectionate nip. "The loading issue can be resolved later; for the moment, I think accuracy would be better than speed."
"True." Verde put the paper back down, then had to grab it and the rest of the pile as a stiff breeze struck the pile and sent them flying before sickly-green magic seized them.
"...what the buck...?" Zen frowned. "Where the hay'd that come from?"
"I don't know..." Verde stood up. "Couldn't have been a window... maybe one of the circulation vents popped open?"
"Find out?"
"Sure." Verde put a heavy book on top of her pile and headed off in the direction of the stiff breeze with Zen in tow...
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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Wed Aug 06, 2014 7:44 am

Coal Scorcher was busy at his forge in the Business District, close to the homes of the nobles of Canterlot. He was working on a socket for a gemstone that a client wanted him to put into his silver bracer. That client was a part of the Royal Guard and as such, they pay really well. And money was always welcome in his hooves.
The Royal Guard sometimes came to him for varying reasons. Some had personal weaponry or armor that they brought to him in order to be given a more personal touch compared to the smiths at the Royal Forgeries, who were specialized in producing in bulk. Sometimes they came to collect taxes - given the things that a part-time blacksmith has to deal with, extra security could not be wondered at. Once a tax-collector was hospitalized by a pony who had simply gathered too much stress and put a red-hot poker through his eye. That foal was still in the dungeons, for all Coal knew.

While he was busy working on the bracers, his concentration was broken by the shaking of the earth and the noise of a sonic boom.
"What was that?" He murmured to himself as he laid the silver bracer to cool off in order to exit his forge-room.
As he went outside his workplace - and coincidentally, his home - his eyes widened as he saw the damage done to the palace.
"The hell?" Shifty Waft, Coal's blank flank intern took off his goggles as he stared in awe at the destruction caused by the fireball.
Coal had to push the colt out of the way as a smaller fireball came crashing down near the smelter/smithery, likely a fragment of the one that struck the palace. Only... this one looked more like a pony...



An earth pony rose from the fireball after he slowly shook off his unconciousness as he rose, noticing the flames around him, quickly scanning the area to find that he's in Canterlot. Weirdest of all, he wasn't surrounded by guards ready to arrest him for arson.
He was a brown-coated pony with barely any mane left, just a single tuft of hair on the back of his head. He was wearing a leather jacket that seemed like it had been hastily repaired so many times it was a wonder it held together at all, but it still gave off a feeling that it would hold against all comers. He was also armed to the teeth. A sword, a hook attached to a rope, a trident and a backpack that had some sorts of glowing gems jutting from a hole in it's top. The pony was carrying them effortlessly.
But he was really concerned by the lack of a giant winged and spiny scaled dragon.
"Damn it! What did that overgrown lizard do? And dragons aren't even supposed to have teleportation magic available to them!" He said before he took out his sword, it's hilt emblazoned with a red ruby that seemed to pulsate due to the nearby flames. In his head, he made a mental note to add to his journal that some dragons apparently are able to teleport, albeit via a method that takes potential hunters with them. Possibly to random destinations to prevent the death of the wyrm.
He slowly circled the blade around the flames, which seemed to die out as they were absorbed by the enchanted meteoric iron. He noticed the presence of two ponies and sheathed his blade before they would misunderstand his intentions. If he could slip out of this city before the guards discovered his location, he could resume his search before nightfall. Thankfully he knew where the shortcuts were the thickest.
"Boss? Am I seeing double or does that meteor look like you?" Shifty Waft blurted.
"If ya are 'allucinating, then it's a shared one, boy."
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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Tue Dec 09, 2014 3:33 am

Lolk frantically scrambles up the stairwell, only to be blown clear off it by yet another fireball. thankfully, he landed on something soft. Given that this was the Everfree forest, Lolk decided that he really didn't want to know what it was. As a fireball detonated above him, disintegration a statue of Tirek, he was reminded he didn't have the time to find out what it was either. He luckily scrambles to his feet, running to a nearby set of double doors. He hears the clanking hoofsteps, only just closing the doors behind him before massive fireball sends him rocketing forward into the next room. He grabs a red potion from a nearby table and quaffs it as he runs into the next room to avoid a sphere of acid.

"Stand still and fall, villain!" Lolk hears one of those bloody stupid, thrice cursed guards call out. He didn't both replying. It wouldn't even give away his position; the guards were deaf, and while he could knock them off their feat with sound blasts, their numbers and magic would soon overwhelm him.

He opens another door leading down, leaping from the top of the stairs and slowing his fall at the end. 'Can't slow down, gotta keep moving' Lolk makes another turn, coming upon another room. more specifically, The Room. It had earned the capital letter by way of being the only thing here Lolk hadn't the foggiest idea the purpose of. Everything else, he had more or less figured out, but this one was alien to him. He is interrupted from his musings by another shockwave, hurling him into the circle. As the guards pour into the room, the circle flashes brightly, and Lolk disappears.




The noble never saw him. The maids didn't see him. The private security guards didn't see him.
Lolk ghosted through the manor, sliding the last document into the case he had brought with him, singing soft, enchanted tunes as he did so. "Winter Wrap up, winter wrap up~"
The magic in the song was twofold; one to ensure no one noticed his activities, and another to ensure no one wondered who was singing 'Winter Wrap Up'. After checking that he has all the documents he has been hired to grab are there, Lolk clambers out the window, dropping down onto the roof. He runs along building-tops, eventually arriving at his contact. Money is exchanged for paper, and both go on the separate ways. "Perhaps I'll stop by the market, see if-" Lol's aloud thoughts are interrupted by a monstrous boom, and then by a fireball streaking overhead.
"... On second thought, perhaps I'd better look into this."




Lolk groans. He'd already been knocked around a good deal, impacting the ground as a fireball hadn't done him anymore wonders. He turns to the side, looking over at the lake beneath the water fall he'd missed by a few yards. "Ow... Why couldn't I have landed there..?" He sighs. After taking a moment for everything to stop spinning he slowly, and with much pain, clambers out of the crater. He looks around, taking in the waterfall above him. 'So, I'm near Canterlot... Very near, in fact. Which means I need to make myself scarce, and quickly, lest I be bombarded again.'
That decided, Lolk begins walking along the edge of the mountain, using magic to recover from his earlier wounds.
"See far, look close, learn read to the signs~.."

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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Tue Feb 24, 2015 7:55 pm

(Hey, guys, quick question: would it be okay with you all if we restarted this? Looking at this again, I'm rather intimidated by the size of everyone's comments, which I guess is partially my fault. So, if we could just start over, and not make crazy-long comments that'll unleash the Nope within me...

I'll contact Turtle and get him to delete this if you all agree, and I'll make another Alternates thread.)

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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Tue Feb 24, 2015 8:48 pm

(I'm okay with this arrangement. Though I will most likely copy-paste my post here over to the new one >_>)

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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Tue Feb 24, 2015 9:18 pm

((*expresses his approval of this with a shower of plushies*))

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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:43 pm

((Sounds good to me, as long as we get to do it.))

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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Wed Feb 25, 2015 12:51 am

(Never did realize I managed to make a long post till now. I can see your point here, Very and I really wouldn't mind.)
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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Wed Feb 25, 2015 4:20 am

veryveryfluttershy wrote:
(Hey, guys, quick question: would it be okay with you all if we restarted this? Looking at this again, I'm rather intimidated by the size of everyone's comments, which I guess is partially my fault. So, if we could just start over, and not make crazy-long comments that'll unleash the Nope within me...

I'll contact Turtle and get him to delete this if you all agree, and I'll make another Alternates thread.)

I can consent but I'm copying and pasting my post as-is. You're a high schooler, Very. You ought to be able to psychologically deal with long posts ESPECIALLY if you include a member of the group famous for her long and detailed work.
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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Mon Apr 20, 2015 1:11 am

(Hey, guys? This is by no means essential, but may I ask... um, who would be willing to or could really afford to drop this thread? I just realized I have at least ten OCs to keep track of in this thread, and... yeah, holy shit. Like I said, not essential, please don't get offended, and if no one wants to drop out I understand.)

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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Mon Apr 20, 2015 2:23 am

(Actually, executive decision: I feel I should drop some players. I'd prefer to keep OP, Dual, and Sterfsh in. Sorry, Roga and Lolk...)

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PostSubject: Re: The Alternates (Game)   Tue Apr 21, 2015 5:04 am

(Is cool. Hope the game goes better with the new roster!)

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