Gordon left the mare's house, and examined the streets of Cheyenne.
Gordon: 2013 doesn't look different, except for the fact that every car is ugly. Teenage pony: *passes Von in Cobra* Gordon: Ugly, and loud. *walking* Colt: Hey, look over there *points at Gordon* Gordon: What does he want? Colt: *walks to Gordon* Hey, how many pounds do Du have? Colt friends: *laugh* Gordon: Hey, how many mares did Du fuck in bed? Get a life losers. *walks away* Colts: *cry* Gordon: *looks at store* What's a Verizon? *enters* Desk Clerk: Good morning. Can I help Du with something? Gordon: Yes, I'd like a Verizon. *looks...
OK, so on with this story. Blue Bolt (me) is sleeping in his house situated in Ponyville. Right now, he is enjoying a good night's sleep, and hopes the morning will be normal. Too bad it's not gonna happen!
Bolt: (sees sunrise) Time to have another nice day!
Pinkie: (busts down door) Hey, new guy! Wakey wakey! It's a requirement that new residents meet the princess!
Bolt: I hope Du can fix the door Du destroyed!
Pinkie: Sorry...I'll wait while Du get ready! I'll walk with you. Nice digs!
Bolt: (brushing teeth) OK, that was random. I'm new here, and Pinkie's a little energetic! Are they all like...
Twilight Sky finished work late at night. He was a bouncer at a local club called the Saucy Mare. His flat was far away from the club. It was his habit to hitch hike on a carriage to get home. The grey earth pony thanked the Creator for the rain stopped as soon as he got off from the oben, nach oben of potatoes on the cart.
“Thanks for the ride!” T-Sky exclaimed.
The pony pulling the karte, warenkorb saluted back to him and trotted off. Soon, Twilight Sky was alone. The straße was deserted. Still wet and hazy. His mantel bristled up from the cold. He sighed, knowing he still has to walk...
The night is bright, the air is clear, why don't Du dance with me tonight?
The soft words of the song echoed through the little foals soft ears. She yawned and twitched, the smell of burning things wafting through her nose. She jumps up in panic, but before she runs out her door, she stops.
The Rose of Love, gives Du mine, and the golden spitze intertwines...
The song fills through her ears yet again, and she shudders. It reminds her of her birth mother, and she sheds a tear. Her pelz pricks up from her goose-bumps and she slowly backs away from the door.
Yuri - Leave me... here Dan - *shoot* donw worry... *shoot griffon* everythink going be ok... TWILIGHT WE LOSING HIM GIVE HIM A SHOT!!! *get cover* oh hi RainbowDash RainbowDash - Du know Russian soldiers Dan - They not from Army they from GEA ... RainbowDash - What is this "GEA" Dan - Global Equestria Army... We Fight with guy named *shoot griffons* Golden Horn... RainbowDash - ok... and why griffons attacked us Dan - He have ally with Griffons and he has a plug in them... named Gilda RainbowDash - Gilda... Its my ex-friend Dan - HOLY SHIT NUKE!!!! From sky comes nuclear boomb Dan - SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!!...
If anyone knows me, I am a brony. I've been with the Zeigen for the summer and have loved every moment of it. The fandom is great, and the Zeigen continues to be great. It has flaws, but that doesn't stop me from loving it.
That said, the fandom has flaws, too. And these Wand posts greatly represent them.
People are making a bigger deal out of this Twilight Alicorn thing than necessary. Everyone's butthurt is almost funny to me, yet at the same time, I just don't get it. Why is this as if it's the end of the world?
And people quitting the fandom because of it? Give. Me. A. Break. I like to be nice--my...
This is my first Artikel that I'm Schreiben for Fanpop, and it's 11pm at night, and I have school in the morning. So if I start rambling of the convenience of solar energy in Ponyville, due to regenbogen Dash's ability to clear the sky in 10 Sekunden flat, please, don't stop reading.
Let me start:
She's Actually A Half-Mortal Goddess
In Ancient Greek times, the peeps believed that Zeus was the King of Le Gods. But he was also the sluttiest thing since credit cards. So, he got a lot of mortals preggo, and the usual outcome was a supernaturally enhanced baby, such as Hercules.