FU. That's as close as I could get to my goatstache and hair cut, and glasses, and plaid collared shirts I wear to work.
And now, a random bit from one of the pony stories I've been sucked into...I hope you can all be as horribly fascinated and disturbed as I am! When the doors to the fifteenth floor opened I jumped through, breathing hard as I fought the urge to be sick. When my heartbeat slowed I looked back at the elevator where P-21 and Morning Glory were frozen in place. “What?” I asked as they stared at me… no. Not at me. Slowly I turned and looked at the wall opposite the elevator. In flaking black-maroon letters, a single word was written as if with a paintbrush. ‘PLAY’. Oh horseapples… * * * Time had stopped as effectively as if I’d triggered S.A.T.S. and simply left it there. My PipBuck’s chronometer might still mark the time, but every minute felt like an hour. Normally I’d be bored to stupidity, but here my every nerve was screaming at attention. Step by cautious step we walked together, me first, then P-21, and lastly Glory watching behind us. The word was painted every few feet; sometimes in elegant cursive and sometimes in wild, broad letters. The lights flickered and dimmed, but I was used to dim and uncertain light. I was not used to the soft chime music that played softly all around us like an invisible music box that kept playing just a touch too slowly. “Hush now, quiet now, it’s time to lay your sleepy head…” a filly sang softly in the hallway behind us. Slowly P-21 and I turned and looked back at Morning Glory without saying a word. Our combined look was enough to silence the pegasus. “Sorry,” she muttered. I did not want to hear my childhood lullabies right now. There were other little variances; dolls hanging from in the middle of the hallway. A stuffed rabbit tucked into a hospital bed… no, not tucked. Strapped. Two dozen bed sheets stretched across the hallway, decorated with maroon houses and stick figures. And more detailed pictures of ponies. And… fire. And ponies fighting. Ponies dismembered. Something moved beyond the sheets, but when I yanked them aside I saw only empty hall. “What the hay is going on here?” I muttered softly. I suddenly found myself longing for Pony Joe’s. “Give me bodies… or something shooting at me… or something. Not freaky pictures and words written in dark paint.” I glanced back and saw both of them staring at me. “What?” “She doesn’t know?” Glory whimpered to P-21. “Apparently not,” P-21 said as he looked behind us. “Know what?” Glory swallowed. “That isn’t paint, Blackjack.” She pointed at the black-red letters on the wall. I closed my eyes. Oh I really really wish she hadn’t said that. “Right. Of course it isn’t.” I looked down yet another empty hall and shouted, “Okay! You’re officially sick fuckers! Now come out so I can shoot you!” Then we heard a soft ‘thump, thump, thump, thump’ in the hallway ahead of us. A bright red ball bounced down the dimly lit hall towards the three of us. No… not a ball. It was too irregular for that. It rolled to a stop at my feet, leaving bright wet splotches on the floor. The face on the severed head was a mask of terror. A foal giggled in the darkness. “Cute,” I muttered. This head was fresh.
yeah, ive read worse. I dont want to talk about it. But now for a good fanfic, check out this one if you havent already: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7352789/1/Under_the_Northern_Lights
lol, it's actually not that sadistic...just parts...It's a Fallout 3 - MLP crossover. Rated 'M', but a damn good read.
Ill check it out later.... You should try reading under the northern lights. I love their descriptions of the reindeer and moose.
The following is posted not because of something somepony posted, but because it's awesome. And yes, I said somepony.
Dude, it's on youtube. Season 1, Episode 1. [video=youtube;eqjisqooR84]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqjisqooR84[/video] If it wasn't, I wouldn't have watched it myself. Don't have the HUB.
