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>>30243619
I actually like helper, but you don't belong here.

Disinterested. I'll just wait until it's on home media.

>>30243635
>helper
Is that the new name of the dumb frog?

>>30242938
>when the show ends, will you forget the world and characters
Of fucking course

>>30242938
I will be here until the bitter end, and I will not forget the ponies. They have had a wonderful impact on my life.

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>>30242938
I'd like to think that all of them will become immortal eventually, however, this might as well mean that she'll be the first to perish.

>"Ah'll show ya how ta rut ah mare, Anon!" Now, bend o'er

>>30242477

Oh really? Ask Apple Bloom.

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>>30242536

>>30240291
I think I want to sniff those panties.

>>30240291
Pinkie is a very close friend.
It's clearly stated in earlier episodes but the new PoS writers are fuggin clueless, so they didn't know.

Or they just didn't give a shit.
Ergo sum: New writers = Sux BIG time, and receives writing prompts from IDW.

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>>30240334
>Pinkie is a very close friend.
Pinkie is her sister. Family is a complete different thing from a friend.

also post rockhorse

>>30239370
Sure, (she) seems cute and willing enough.

>>30239370
Keep it in trap tickler, faggot.

>>30239370
Only if she swallows.

You turn off the pod lighting and look down at the computer screen, seems it did sustain some damage to a few critical components, you don't think it could handle going all the way up to the surface without repair... And that would probably get the creature's attention if you did anyway. But it should be safe if you stay close to the seabed. The battery is still at half capacity and it uses fuel cells like the auxiliary power source of the sub, so you've got that covered.
You never piloted one of these, but it shouldn't be that hard, you have some experience driving a personal submarine after all.

After looking for any other modules you could disconnect to save power you leave for the sub and reach it without any monster looming over you this time. Back in the sub you meet back with everyone, lights are back on and that damn siren has finally stopped.
>Agathe:"I'm so glad you're alright! Rusty told us about the monster... You're so lucky he didn't see you two!"
>Sonar:"Hey, Coral, we have something that might interest you here."
You dismiss Agathe and move over to the bridge, the glass is still all cracked up but you figure out it spent hours like that without budging so the probability of it failing now is slim.

Sonar is pointing at the radar.
There lies one dot, flashing.
The lost submarine.

>>30235188
Go find that submarine. Ain't no filthy unicorn stealing our glory this time.

>>30235188
If by some miracle it's intact then it could be our ticket out of here.

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Please Anon, move back in with me and Twilight, Spike misses you.

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>>30195194

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I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.

>>30230562
Lol this is still a thing?

>>30230563
nobulli

>>30230570
haahaahahahh bulli <3##3###

Woooo, new thread!

Oh, yeah, I'm thinking of many starting Week 5's games on Sunday.

>>30228507
Awesome. I can't wait.
I hope the Gladiators can secure their first win...
and the Bandits too.

>>30184541
What've we got besides a shovel? Might need a bit of money. Axon could still be alive, and we probably shouldn't go in there unprepared.

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Lockepicke wakes up early the next day and begins asking around about the wizard.

The description the townsfolk give of the wizard Axon is very similar to what the stallions said last night.

He seems to have been a bit of a loner. An old, wrinkly unicorn who walked around in the odd sort of garb that wizards tend to be seen in. In this case, Axon seems to have wandered about in a simple but stylish gray robe, sporting a hat that looked a bit like a beehive made of bandages.

No one seems to know much about him at all, even the stallion from last night's "beau" at the grocery store. The grocery store mare does however, know where his tower is, and after getting the address and stocking up on some supplies, Lockepicke makes her way out there.

It's hours before she reaches the tower. Why do wizard's always insist on having towers way out in the middle of nowhere? It's nothing that impressive really either. it's a gray, brick tower with some sort of odd red roof atop it. It almost looks like a squished teardrop. She approaches the door to the place and reaches out to open the door, noticing that there doesn't seem to be a handle.

Scratching her head, she gives it a push, attempts to pull it, and then knocks. The mare then knocks louder. That fails to do anything, and so she attempts to kick down the door.

The door doesn't budge a bit, and she decides to look around.

To the right of the door is some sort of blank metal placard with a small overhang atop it. Beneath the placard are the words "ANNOUNCE YOUR PRESENCE."

To the left of the door is some contraption with beads and stuff. She doesn't know what it's for, and decides not to mess with it.

What does Lockepicke do?

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(Also, here is this.)

>>30217712
>go to ponyville
>go to fluttershy's cottage
>jerk off onto her bed
>hang self outside

>>30217712
>No animals
Hang myself before I start starving to death.

>>30217765
you couldn't have picked a more unremarkable place to jerk off if you tried

>>30196006
I think so? So, when do I start?

I don't remember if this is a dull time or part time position.

Let's make a cloud right now.

>>30196006
Yes, I understand.

>>30196130
>>30196304
"I... think so?"
He sighs and returns to cleaning, "A living body's not like that pot, they have a delicate balance where everything affects everything. A potion changes that balance, and if you go too far it breaks. That's why I said you don't get potion making."
"Right." You nod, "I get it now. You can't make panaceas."
"Oh, I could. You are fine and then your body burns and eats itself to death. Mass cell death is a bad way to go."
You cringe, not wanting to discuss this anymore even when the Star seems to be fascinated by it. "So what's my timing?"
"We can discuss that." He seems to be done cleaning the chemistry tools, so he grabs the cloths and puts them in the fuel rack of a burner. "I pay a hundred pearls a week for morning to noon, and two hundred and fifty for morning to dusk and helping me make the potions."
"And thunder?"
"Get a cloud and I'll tell you how much I pay you. Last two idiots could barely make anything at all." He shakes his head in deep disapproval.
"Alright, back in a few. Don't touch anything." You tell the Star before trotting out.
The 'a few' turns into nearly an hour before you can gather enough clouds to make one the size of a small dog. The Star is watching the clock shop's vitrine with deep interest again.
"Mister Bubba?" You call him from the entrance, "Can you come out? I got one!"
"Full of yourself, are you?" He walks out of his work room, now wearing a frock coat.
"I don't want to break anything." You answer, confused.
"Yeah, sure." He walks outside, giving a quizzical look to the small cloud.
You caress it some, making it's tone grow darker and darker, the exercise tiring you quickly... it's been years since you did this, you remember.
You stand on your hind legs for a moment and stomp the cloud like you would a snake, gritting your teeth for the counter discharge that shocks you.
"You made a hole in the pier." Says Bubba, then is quiet for a moment, "Twenty a day for making a few of those."

"Well, where does that put Lenna?" ,you ask.
"I was getting there, Master." ,she says. "She awoke not too long ago, and she also exuded a strange mixture of emotions. Fear, shame... and something I don't know how to identify. I can't liken it to any emotion I know of. But she seemed eager and reluctant to leave in equal measure. It was bizarre to me, but I did not question it."
"And how long ago was this?"
"I can not say for certain, but I have been watching the sundial just over there," she explains, pointing at the stone structure near the entrance of the park. "And can tell you that it has been roughly three hours or so since we first arrived in this park."
So that means the time would be... goodness.
"Past four in the afternoon."
"Correct, Master."
Well that's a dent in the day, for sure. No matter. Still some time to kill, but probably not much time to do it. You might want to check up on Lenna or Lily... then again, you've still got that business to attend to with Weathervane. You've probably kept him waiting long enough.
Best make this decision now, as you likely only have time for one.

>>30145412
We should probably see to Weathervane.

>>30145412
Weathervane I suppose.

Why do we need to see Weathervane again...?

>>30135975
starlight.
celestias nightmare mode will be blackhole themed.

Nyx's

>>30135975
It was Starlight projecting her nightmare onto Celestia.

>>30094546
Im watching the Apocalypse trilogy today. I've never seen them before. I finished The Thing and I'm about half way through Prince of Darkness. I need Luke to finish his story now...

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>>30094546
>>30092485
Reposting my last three from previous thread.
Haybert ran as fast as he could manage, the two ponies chasing him for all they were worth. Thankfully the imminent fear of death was good enough encouragement, and he dipped into reserves of energy he didn’t know he had. He dashed inside his house, slammed the door, and dropped the bar just as the two ponies chasing him crashed into it. They slammed into it a few more times before shuffling about outside the windows, looking for an easy opening.
“Come on out Hayberrrrt. Remember me? Ol’ Reedy Whistle? We drank together at the bar one night. You told me how you got kicked out of every institution you attended and ended up in this ‘backwater mud-pit’,” one of them said.
The windows rattled as the two checked them for weaknesses. The door got slammed into again, and one of them broke one of the windows to stick his hoof inside, groping for the latch. Haybert grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slashed at the hoof, cutting deep gashes in the limb as it flailed about. Dark blood oozed out of the wounds, having not received proper oxygen since the pony’s demise. The pony attached to the hoof either didn’t care, or didn’t notice, as he kept grabbing at the latch, trying to twist it open.
Haybert watched in horrible fascination as the magical glow keeping the pony animated, blue for this one, poured into the gouges Haybert had slashed into him, filling them with that awful glow and sealing the wound shut. He felt a mixture of terror and pride at how effective the spell was.
“C’mon, be a pal. I only want to get inside that thick skull of yours. I bet your brains will keep me running for a loooong time. Full of all that medical quackery,” said Reedy Whistle, one eye pressed up against the glass of the window.

>>30095331
Haybert grabbed the hoof as gingerly as he could while still trying his best to be forceful, and he tried to shove it back out the window. He would be using his magic, but he was tired beyond belief, and wouldn’t be able to muster the magic to ponyhandle anypony.
“I don’t want to have my brains eaten, thank you. I didn’t want any of this. I just wanted to bring back lost loved ones!” Haybert shouted at him.
More hooves began to pound on the door, causing the wood to begin splintering. They’d be on him shortly, and there was nothing he could do to defend himself. He had no magic, he had no friends, and that mare had abandoned him to the ‘tender mercies’ of the rest of her awful creations. Haybert huddled down in a corner and awaited the end, his hooves over his head.
The pounding on the door continued, the groaning of the wood getting louder and more strained, but just when he thought it would finally give, it stopped. He heard some commotion outside, and even Reedy Whistle left the window he had failed to open. Haybert lifted his head, curious what had happened to make them leave. Did some other pony arrive and they went to eat easier prey? He jumped as a knock came at the door.
“They’re gone Haybert, open the door,” the familiar voice of the mare said.
“Why should I believe you?” Haybert said through the barrier.
The wood creaked and groaned and Haybert covered his head again just as the door shattered inward. Splinters showered over him as the remains of his door clattered to the floor.
“Because you don’t have a choice.” The mare stepped over the broken portal, coming over next to Haybert and roughly yanking him to his hooves with her magic.