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>.................................
>You awake the next morning
>At 12:30pm no less
>No job bitch!
>You thought about collecting unemployment to piss off some /pol/sters
>Your head hurts, but not as bad as usual
>You burp
>It smells like pure liqour
>You need a shower
>Still dressed from last night, you remove your clothes, grab an oh-so-fluffy towel, and hit the shower
>You crank the lever to the reletive temperaturer you like and..
>Wait
>What
>The
>Shit?
>No water?
>You paid your bill
>Of course you did, your a millionaire
>Sitrep:
>You're standing naked in a glass booth
>This isn't how you wanted your day to start
>Water or not, you need to piss
>This is fairly alarming for someone with such a relaxed lifestyle
>"Public urination is a against the law" you think "and pissing in the sink will make the bathroom smell like R.Kelly's sheets"
>You decide on pissing in the sink, remembering you know not one person who would bail you out for public urination
>You relieve yourself, albeit awkwardly, since you've got a pedestal sink
>You comb your hair, and slap on some deodorant
>You get dressed, and go to the kitchen for breakfast
>You hit the lightswitch
>You're still shrouded in darkness
>"No water? No Lights? What the fuck, this isn't the deep south!" You think angerly
>Somethings up, you look outside, expecting to see something resembeling the post-apocolyptic scenes in Terminator 2
>Hold up
>Oh Cock
>Oh dear
>That's not the way things are supposed to be
>You put on some shoes and open the door
>"What the fuck is this?"
>It's night out, but everything looks so..... pastel?
>This isn't earth, you can be sure of that
>You run back inside faster than a SR-71 Blackbird
>You trip running up the stairs, the pain confirms that you aren't dreaming
>Still, the pain in your shins doesn't distract you from your goal
>Finding your good friend Wildey
>You search vainly in the closet
>Eventually you find the walnut box
>"Ah, good, Wildey's here" You say, in your best Charles Bronson Voice
>Already loaded
>Who in there right mind wouldn't want a pistol that shoots an African Big Game Cartridge?
>There's a knock at the door
>You walk slowly back down the stairs, an look through the peephole
>Being the pasty white engineer you are, you drop the gun in amazment
>You slowly open the door
>Your eyes widen
>Your jaw drops
>There's a blue, quadraped, horse-thing hovering in front of you
>It's got Rainbow hair
>"What the hell is that?" You shout in a mix of bewilderment and fear
>The quadruped cocks its head
>"Who are you?" It asks
>"You..... talk?" You say
>"Of course I talk" It says, looking quizical
>"What are you?"
>"I'm Rainbow Dash, the fastest pegasus in Equestria!" She replies rather smugly "So who & what are you?"
>"I'm, uh, I'm Charles, but people call me Chuck"
>"Chuck huh? How'd you get here?"
>"I-I have no idea, I just woke up this morning, and I was here" You say, still full of shock & awe
>Well, you've just met a talking, technicolor pegasus without pooping your pants. That's a first
>"I'm taking you to Twilight" Rainbow Dash proclaims "Maybe she has some answers"
>"Who's Twilight?" You ask
(We're gonna ignore Saturday's episode for the time being)
>"She's my egghead friend, she runs the library. If she doesn't know, nobody does"
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story ends here for now, now he stopped and asked advice, if its good if its bad... so i will paste full posts here in order... kind of... and his latter revision
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Anonymous 02/18/13(Mon)10:39:56 No.8425856 [] >>8426107 >>8427029
>>8425716
Rainbow doesn't seem to be showing much emotion IMO. I mean shes meeting a creature shes never heard of before and she just has an 'I don't give a fuck" attitude.
Anonymous 02/18/13(Mon)10:37:58 No.8425788 [] >>8425896 >>8427029
>>8425716
>Chuck
>Not Anon
What the fuck is this?
Anonymous 02/18/13(Mon)10:47:45 No.8426107 [] >>8427029 >>8427343
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>>8425896
>Implying anyone reads the OP post
Lets just polity tell him the rules more or less. Like this
>>8425716
Excuse me Anon, the story is more or less solid, but this guy is right >>8425856 the charters are kinda coming off as bland.
Also, we don't name our main characters, the main character is ALWAYS called Anon or Anonymous. Naming them just opens the door to any self insert story, and is against the biggest rule of ANON in Equestria. Which is the character is Anon.
We dont have many rules here, so that lets writers have room to mess with, but thats one that is really important. the main character is Anon. If you dont want to cause yourself any bad experiences, I really suggest you taking care of that.
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author post
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Anonymous 02/18/13(Mon)11:13:30 No.8427029 [] >>8427251 >>8429537
>>8425788
>>8426107
>>8425856
I could rage quit, but i'm not going to, I'll edit and rewrite some stuff. Allow me to tailor my stories just for you guys.
***********
a post made after author
***********
Alpha !EValpha8XE 02/18/13(Mon)11:20:11 No.8427251 [] >>8427305
>>8427029
Someone accepting criticism. Good on you!
*********************************************************************
and now to the authors rewrite
*********************************************************************
>>8427029
I'm gonna redump my reworked story
>You are Anonymous, but everyone calls you Grand Master A
>Ok, you called your self that
>Once
>Whilst drunk
>Did I mention you're an estranged millionare?
>You were an Engineer, straight out of College
>A stroke of luck landed you a Job at Jeep, only a few miles from your childhood home in Michigan
>One night after work,you decided to buy a powerball ticket
>You spied that lofty prize amount on your way in to buy a Pepsi
>$772 Million
>Tickets were only Five Bucks
>#YOLO
>Later that night, you flipped on PaxtonTv to watch the drawing
>2
>47
>1
>16
>3
>PB:9
>"Huh" you muttered, then promptly fainted
>The next morning you collected your prize money
>Uncle Sam took $125 Million, leaving you with $647
>You stupidly chose to be on the news
>You were exposed all over this great nation of ours as the pasty white engineer who won over half a billon dollars
>Then the phone calls started
>People from work, family members, charities, people pretending to be family members
>47 calls in one hour
>You were a millionare for less than 12 hours and were already sick of it
>Once the line was clear, you called your boss, and quit
>You decided to move out of state, without telling anyone
>You hated your family, and they hated you
>You grew a beard, and moved to Minneapolis
>You bought your own building
>Nothing fancy or big, but sort of off the wall
>It looked sort of like the Ghostbusters Firehouse
>Only not a Firehouse
>And Narrower
>And it only had 2 stories
>Fuck you
>The garage housed your sweet brand new used ride
>The 1979 Dodge Magnum
>4 barrel carb, duel exhaust, with 4.11 gears, she can really get lost
>Shit brown, your favorite color
>All that jazz
Fast forward to present
>You've just gotten home from the local watering hole
>Like George Thorogood, you drink alone
>You kick off your shoes, and stumble up the stairs
>You flop into your waterbed (That's class right there)
>You go to bed for what may very well be your last night on earth (not that you know that, of course)
>.................................
>You awake the next morning
>At 12:30pm no less
>Ah! The perks of living a life free of responsibility
>You thought about collecting unemployment to piss off some /pol/sters
>Your head hurts, though not as bad as usual
>You burp
>You've smelt some pretty rank stuff, but you can't remember when
>You need a shower
>Still dressed from last night, you remove your clothes, grab an oh-so-fluffy towel, and hit the shower
>You crank the lever to you, ready to wash away the beerish odor
>Only
>Wait
>What
>The
>Shit?
>No water?
>You paid your bill
>Of course you did, your a millionaire
>Sitrep:
>You're standing naked in a glass booth
>This isn't how you wanted your day to start
>An urge comes over you
>You're desperate for a piss
>You run to the toilet, do your thing and flush
>And flush...
>Still groggy, you now realise that without any water, you only had one flush
>This is fairly alarming for someone with such a relaxed lifestyle
>Nevertheless, you're a man, you must soilder on.
>You comb your hair, and slap on some deodorant
>You get dressed, and go to the kitchen for breakfast
>You throw the light switch
>But something's off
>You're still shrouded in darkness
>"No water? No Lights? What the fuck, I'm north of the mason-dixon line, i've got a standard of living!" You think angerly
>Somethings up, you look outside, expecting to see something resembeling the post-apocolyptic scenes in Terminator 2
>What you see is the exact opposite of the post-apocolyptic scenes in Terminator 2
>Oh dear
>That's not the way things are supposed to be
>You put on some shoes and open the door
>Wait a second
>It's night out, but everything looks so..... pastel?
>This isn't earth, you can be sure of that
>You take a step out and look, your whole house has been transported to this place, wizard of Oz style
>Oz just wasn't as colorful, that's for damn sure
>It's times like this you wish you owned a gun
>This such as strange feeling, everything looks all cartoonish, but you and your house look completely normal
>You go back inside, to have a look around
>Everything is still here
>How the hell did this happen
>All you remember from last night was coming home from the bar
>In the middle of your thoughts, you here a knock at the door
>You walk slowly back down the stairs, wishing you had a peephole
>Oh Christ
>You have no idea what could be out there
>"Oh well" You think "It'll either kill me or it won't"
>You throw the door open
>What you see shocks you
>Your eyes widen
>Your jaw drops
>You let a scream out comprable to Macaulay Culkin slaping aftershave on his face
>It does the same thing
>You slam that door closed faster than an SR-71 Blackbird
>You run up the stairs
>Your arms are flailing more than an Italian-American who's just recieved a bad plate of spaghetti
>What the hell was that thing?
>It was like a blue, quadraped, horse-thing hovering in front of you
>With Rainbow hair
>Did it scream?
>That can't be right, obviously
>You can't be senile, Your only 23
>You haven't taken any hallucinogens in the past 3 years
>More importantly, you haven't got any weapons in the house; no tire iron, no frozen leg of lamb, nothing
>That thing did seem just as frightened of you as you were of it
>You're the alien here
>You null this over for a bit, only to be interrupted by yet another knock
>You'd better answer it
>If you had a cross, you'd kiss it
>You warily make your way down the steps
>You open the door, slowly this time
>God Damnit, you hate it when you're right
>It is a little blue horse, with wings
>"Wha-What are you?" The thing asks, clearly as shocked as you are
>"You can talk? You ask quizzically
>"Of course I can talk"
>"So you're some kind of horse?"
>"I'm Rainbow Dash, I'm a pegasus" She says, extending a...hoof?
>"Pleasure, Rainbow Dash..."
>"Just Dash is fine"
>"Ah, it's a pleasure Dash, I'm Anonymous, or Anon if you like.
>"How'd you get here?"
>"I haven't the faintest clue, I went to bed last night, and woke up here not 20 minutes ago."
>"Wow"
>"So, where exactally is here?"
>"You're in Ponyville Anon!"
>"P-Ponyville?"
>"P0nyville? Where is that?"
>"Equestria of course!"
>"What planet am I on?"
>"You really have no idea do you?"
>"I couldn't even venture a guess"
>"I'm taking you to Twilight"
>"Who's that?"
>"She's my egghead friend, she runs the library. If she doesn't have answers, nop0ny does"
(We're still gonna ignore the S3 finale)
>"Is it far?" You ask
>"Not really, why?"
>"I don't really want to stir up any comotion, walking about town"
>"Nah, everyp0ny's asleep"
>"How come you're up?"
>Strangely, you notice Rainbow Dash blushing profusely
>"That's a lovely shade of red" You quip
>She stammers "A-are you co-coming or n-not?" obviously embarresed
>You decide not to meddle "Let's boogie"
>The two of you head to the house of one Twilight Sparkle
>Dash Begins to make conversation
>"So where are you from?"
>"I'm live in, or did live in, Minneapolis"
>"Sounds Fancy"
>"Not really"
>"Do you have p0nies where you're from?"
>"Sure, but bigger,less colorful, wingless and they can't talk"
>"They can't talk?"
>"Nope, Humans, my race, are the only ones who can talk."
>"That's pretty strange"
>You stop in front of what can only be described as a tree with a door on it.
>"We're here" Dash proclaims
>"It's a tree" You say frankly
>"Inside, blockhead"
>She knocks on the door
>"Won't she be asleep?"
>"She won't mind, especially since i've brought a new species'
>You shrug it off
>A trifle later, the door opens
>Out steps another p0ny, but this one is purple, and appears to be a Unicorn
>"Rainbow Dash, it's 12:30 AM What do you....."
>Her sentance is cut short by the sight of you
>"What is this?"
>"Hello" you say, and give an awkward wave
>Her eyes widen "Uh.... come inside"

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>.................................
>You awake the next morning
>At 12:30pm no less
>No job bitch!
>You thought about collecting unemployment to piss off some /pol/sters
>Your head hurts, but not as bad as usual
>You burp
>It smells like pure liqour
>You need a shower
>Still dressed from last night, you remove your clothes, grab an oh-so-fluffy towel, and hit the shower
>You crank the lever to the reletive temperaturer you like and..
>Wait
>What
>The
>Shit?
>No water?
>You paid your bill
>Of course you did, your a millionaire
>Sitrep:
>You're standing naked in a glass booth
>This isn't how you wanted your day to start
>Water or not, you need to piss
>This is fairly alarming for someone with such a relaxed lifestyle
>"Public urination is a against the law" you think "and pissing in the sink will make the bathroom smell like R.Kelly's sheets"
>You decide on pissing in the sink, remembering you know not one person who would bail you out for public urination
>You relieve yourself, albeit awkwardly, since you've got a pedestal sink
>You comb your hair, and slap on some deodorant
>You get dressed, and go to the kitchen for breakfast
>You hit the lightswitch
>You're still shrouded in darkness
>"No water? No Lights? What the fuck, this isn't the deep south!" You think angerly
>Somethings up, you look outside, expecting to see something resembeling the post-apocolyptic scenes in Terminator 2
>Hold up
>Oh Cock
>Oh dear
>That's not the way things are supposed to be
>You put on some shoes and open the door
>"What the fuck is this?"
>It's night out, but everything looks so..... pastel?
>This isn't earth, you can be sure of that
>You run back inside faster than a SR-71 Blackbird
>You trip running up the stairs, the pain confirms that you aren't dreaming
>Still, the pain in your shins doesn't distract you from your goal
>Finding your good friend Wildey
>You search vainly in the closet
>Eventually you find the walnut box
>"Ah, good, Wildey's here" You say, in your best Charles Bronson Voice
>Already loaded
>Who in there right mind wouldn't want a pistol that shoots an African Big Game Cartridge?
>There's a knock at the door
>You walk slowly back down the stairs, an look through the peephole
>Being the pasty white engineer you are, you drop the gun in amazment
>You slowly open the door
>Your eyes widen
>Your jaw drops
>There's a blue, quadraped, horse-thing hovering in front of you
>It's got Rainbow hair
>"What the hell is that?" You shout in a mix of bewilderment and fear
>The quadruped cocks its head
>"Who are you?" It asks
>"You..... talk?" You say
>"Of course I talk" It says, looking quizical
>"What are you?"
>"I'm Rainbow Dash, the fastest pegasus in Equestria!" She replies rather smugly "So who & what are you?"
>"I'm, uh, I'm Charles, but people call me Chuck"
>"Chuck huh? How'd you get here?"
>"I-I have no idea, I just woke up this morning, and I was here" You say, still full of shock & awe
>Well, you've just met a talking, technicolor pegasus without pooping your pants. That's a first
>"I'm taking you to Twilight" Rainbow Dash proclaims "Maybe she has some answers"
>"Who's Twilight?" You ask
(We're gonna ignore Saturday's episode for the time being)
>"She's my egghead friend, she runs the library. If she doesn't know, nobody does"

*****************************************************
story ends here for now, now he stopped and asked advice, if its good if its bad... so i will paste full posts here in order... kind of... and his latter revision
*****************************************************

Anonymous  02/18/13(Mon)10:39:56 No.8425856 [] >>8426107 >>8427029
>>8425716
Rainbow doesn't seem to be showing much emotion IMO. I mean shes meeting a creature shes never heard of before and she just has an 'I don't give a fuck" attitude.

Anonymous  02/18/13(Mon)10:37:58 No.8425788 [] >>8425896 >>8427029
>>8425716
>Chuck
>Not Anon
What the fuck is this?

Anonymous  02/18/13(Mon)10:47:45 No.8426107 [] >>8427029 >>8427343
1359179687274.gif (208 KB, 200x200) iqdb google

>>8425896
>Implying anyone reads the OP post

Lets just polity tell him the rules more or less. Like this

>>8425716
Excuse me Anon, the story is more or less solid, but this guy is right >>8425856 the charters are kinda coming off as bland.

Also, we don't name our main characters, the main character is ALWAYS called Anon or Anonymous. Naming them just opens the door to any self insert story, and is against the biggest rule of ANON in Equestria. Which is the character is Anon.

We dont have many rules here, so that lets writers have room to mess with, but thats one that is really important. the main character is Anon. If you dont want to cause yourself any bad experiences, I really suggest you taking care of that.




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author post
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Anonymous  02/18/13(Mon)11:13:30 No.8427029 [] >>8427251 >>8429537
>>8425788
>>8426107
>>8425856
I could rage quit, but i'm not going to, I'll edit and rewrite some stuff. Allow me to tailor my stories just for you guys.

***********
a post made after author
***********

Alpha !EValpha8XE  02/18/13(Mon)11:20:11 No.8427251 [] >>8427305
>>8427029
Someone accepting criticism. Good on you!

*********************************************************************
and now to the authors rewrite
*********************************************************************

>>8427029
I'm gonna redump my reworked story 
>You are Anonymous, but everyone calls you Grand Master A
>Ok, you called your self that
>Once
>Whilst drunk
>Did I mention you're an estranged millionare?
>You were an Engineer, straight out of College
>A stroke of luck landed you a Job at Jeep, only a few miles from your childhood home in Michigan
>One night after work,you decided to buy a powerball ticket
>You spied that lofty prize amount on your way in to buy a Pepsi
>$772 Million
>Tickets were only Five Bucks
>#YOLO
>Later that night, you flipped on PaxtonTv to watch the drawing
>2
>47
>1
>16
>3
>PB:9
>"Huh" you muttered, then promptly fainted
>The next morning you collected your prize money
>Uncle Sam took $125 Million, leaving you with $647
>You stupidly chose to be on the news
>You were exposed all over this great nation of ours as the pasty white engineer who won over half a billon dollars
>Then the phone calls started
>People from work, family members, charities, people pretending to be family members
>47 calls in one hour 
>You were a millionare for less than 12 hours and were already sick of it
>Once the line was clear, you called your boss, and quit
>You decided to move out of state, without telling anyone
>You hated your family, and they hated you
>You grew a beard, and moved to Minneapolis
>You bought your own building
>Nothing fancy or big, but sort of off the wall
>It looked sort of like the Ghostbusters Firehouse
>Only not a Firehouse
>And Narrower
>And it only had 2 stories
>Fuck you
>The garage housed your sweet brand new used ride
>The 1979 Dodge Magnum
>4 barrel carb, duel exhaust, with 4.11 gears, she can really get lost
>Shit brown, your favorite color
>All that jazz
Fast forward to present
>You've just gotten home from the local watering hole
>Like George Thorogood, you drink alone
>You kick off your shoes, and stumble up the stairs
>You flop into your waterbed (That's class right there)
>You go to bed for what may very well be your last night on earth (not that you know that, of course)
>.................................
>You awake the next morning
>At 12:30pm no less
>Ah! The perks of living a life free of responsibility 
>You thought about collecting unemployment to piss off some /pol/sters
>Your head hurts, though not as bad as usual
>You burp
>You've smelt some pretty rank stuff, but you can't remember when
>You need a shower
>Still dressed from last night, you remove your clothes, grab an oh-so-fluffy towel, and hit the shower
>You crank the lever to you, ready to wash away the beerish odor
>Only
>Wait
>What
>The
>Shit?
>No water?
>You paid your bill
>Of course you did, your a millionaire
>Sitrep:
>You're standing naked in a glass booth
>This isn't how you wanted your day to start
>An urge comes over you
>You're desperate for a piss
>You run to the toilet, do your thing and flush
>And flush...
>Still groggy, you now realise that without any water, you only had one flush
>This is fairly alarming for someone with such a relaxed lifestyle
>Nevertheless, you're a man, you must soilder on.
>You comb your hair, and slap on some deodorant
>You get dressed, and go to the kitchen for breakfast
>You throw the light switch
>But something's off
>You're still shrouded in darkness
>"No water? No Lights? What the fuck, I'm north of the mason-dixon line, i've got a standard of living!" You think angerly
>Somethings up, you look outside, expecting to see something resembeling the post-apocolyptic scenes in Terminator 2
>What you see is the exact opposite of the post-apocolyptic scenes in Terminator 2
>Oh dear
>That's not the way things are supposed to be
>You put on some shoes and open the door
>Wait a second
>It's night out, but everything looks so..... pastel?
>This isn't earth, you can be sure of that
>You take a step out and look, your whole house has been transported to this place, wizard of Oz style
>Oz just wasn't as colorful, that's for damn sure
>It's times like this you wish you owned a gun
>This such as strange feeling, everything looks all cartoonish, but you and your house look completely normal
>You go back inside, to have a look around
>Everything is still here
>How the hell did this happen
>All you remember from last night was coming home from the bar
>In the middle of your thoughts, you here a knock at the door
>You walk slowly back down the stairs, wishing you had a peephole 
>Oh Christ
>You have no idea what could be out there
>"Oh well" You think "It'll either kill me or it won't"
>You throw the door open
>What you see shocks you
>Your eyes widen
>Your jaw drops
>You let a scream out comprable to Macaulay Culkin slaping aftershave on his face
>It does the same thing
>You slam that door closed faster than an SR-71 Blackbird
>You run up the stairs
>Your arms are flailing more than an Italian-American who's just recieved a bad plate of spaghetti
>What the hell was that thing?
>It was like a blue, quadraped, horse-thing hovering in front of you
>With Rainbow hair
>Did it scream?
>That can't be right, obviously
>You can't be senile, Your only 23
>You haven't taken any hallucinogens in the past 3 years
>More importantly, you haven't got any weapons in the house; no tire iron, no frozen leg of lamb, nothing
>That thing did seem just as frightened of you as you were of it
>You're the alien here
>You null this over for a bit, only to be interrupted by yet another knock
>You'd better answer it
>If you had a cross, you'd kiss it
>You warily make your way down the steps
>You open the door, slowly this time
>God Damnit, you hate it when you're right
>It is a little blue horse, with wings
>"Wha-What are you?" The thing asks, clearly as shocked as you are
>"You can talk? You ask quizzically
>"Of course I can talk"
>"So you're some kind of horse?"
>"I'm Rainbow Dash, I'm a pegasus" She says, extending a...hoof?
>"Pleasure, Rainbow Dash..."
>"Just Dash is fine"
>"Ah, it's a pleasure Dash, I'm Anonymous, or Anon if you like.
>"How'd you get here?"
>"I haven't the faintest clue, I went to bed last night, and woke up here not 20 minutes ago."
>"Wow"
>"So, where exactally is here?"
>"You're in Ponyville Anon!"
>"P-Ponyville?"
>"P0nyville? Where is that?"
>"Equestria of course!"
>"What planet am I on?"
>"You really have no idea do you?" 
>"I couldn't even venture a guess"
>"I'm taking you to Twilight"
>"Who's that?"
>"She's my egghead friend, she runs the library. If she doesn't have answers, nop0ny does"
(We're still gonna ignore the S3 finale)
>"Is it far?" You ask
>"Not really, why?"
>"I don't really want to stir up any comotion, walking about town"
>"Nah, everyp0ny's asleep"
>"How come you're up?"
>Strangely, you notice Rainbow Dash blushing profusely
>"That's a lovely shade of red" You quip
>She stammers "A-are you co-coming or n-not?" obviously embarresed
>You decide not to meddle "Let's boogie"
>The two of you head to the house of one Twilight Sparkle
>Dash Begins to make conversation
>"So where are you from?"
>"I'm live in, or did live in, Minneapolis"
>"Sounds Fancy"
>"Not really"
>"Do you have p0nies where you're from?"
>"Sure, but bigger,less colorful, wingless and they can't talk"
>"They can't talk?"
>"Nope, Humans, my race, are the only ones who can talk."
>"That's pretty strange"
>You stop in front of what can only be described as a tree with a door on it.
>"We're here" Dash proclaims
>"It's a tree" You say frankly
>"Inside, blockhead"
>She knocks on the door
>"Won't she be asleep?"
>"She won't mind, especially since i've brought a new species'
>You shrug it off
>A trifle later, the door opens
>Out steps another p0ny, but this one is purple, and appears to be a Unicorn
>"Rainbow Dash, it's 12:30 AM What do you....."
>Her sentance is cut short by the sight of you
>"What is this?"
>"Hello" you say, and give an awkward wave
>Her eyes widen "Uh.... come inside"

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