"EQ Game- The CULT of ANCAP arrives!"
By klimino (https://pastebin.com/u/klimino)

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Created on: Tuesday 16th of May 2017 12:28:52 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 03:45:46 AM UTC


It was a fine, crisp, humid day in Outer Hayven, the people going about their lives as they always did. It was then, however, that the shouting started.

It was sudden, loud, obnoxious. A Perfect example of how life really was in this town.

“HEAR ME PONIES OF OUTER HAYVEN, FOR YOU ARE BEING DECEEEEEEIIIIIVED, DECIEVED I SAY, I SAY DECEEEEEEEVVVIIIIED!” a pony clocked in in Black and Yellow robes yells out from atop a Yellow and Black stand, surrounded by similarly dressed ponies as they setup large vertical flags of a slashed color variety, a simply design of Black and Yellow.

“...about what?” one pony in the growing crowd asks curiously.

“ABOUT EVERY ASPECT OF YOUR LIFE! THE EUQESTRIANS ARE LYING TO YOU, YOUR FELLOW TOWNS PONIES ARE LYING TO YOU! FOR THEY TELL YOU YOU MUST OBEY, YOU MUST FALL IN LINE WITH...” the pony gags, “GOEVERNMENT, AUTHORITY, THAT YOU MUST HAND OVER YOUR HARD EARNED BITS AND BREAD OR FACE THE INSIDE OF A JAIL!”

many ponies look confused, but many seem intently interested in what the strange ponies have to say.

“Listen to me my fellow brothers of freedom!” the pony says, finally having enough attention to be able to lower his voice, “Listen and Listen well! The Equestrians have pulls us for fools! They expect us to obey THEIR laws and form a government in THEIR image. But I tell you THIS! WE NEED NO GOVERNMENT, NO THREAT OF VIOLENCE UPON THOSE WHO SIMPLY WISH TO LIVE A LIFE OF FREEDOM, THEIR WAY AND NOT SOME OTHERS!”

He slams a hoof down, as his fellows start going into the crowd, handing out fliers.

“I tell you now my fellow ponies, we need only the teachings of Hoppity, Lord of ANCAP, to lead our way, only his will of the Non-Agression Principle to lead us to prosperity! NO LAWS FROM AN OUTSIDE SOURCE, NO ONE TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO ON OR WITH YOUR PROPERTY!”

many in the crowd seem to be eating the words up like gumdrops, nodding and taking fliers.

“Join us , learn from us, Join the Cult of Ancap today, and lead your fellow ponies into a golden age of Private Property and self rule! We Shall host a meeting for all willing to join at the location provided, come, join, Praise Hoppity, Praise Ancap, follow the Non-Aggression Principle to the letter!”

With that, him and his group threw down yellow and Black smoke bombs, a lot of rummaging and 'ooofs' could be heard, before they were seen in the distance dragging off the dis-assembled stand and the flags.

Looking at the flyer...it was....a scavenger hunt?

>Griff watched the presentation curiously, quite unsure of what to do as he looked down at the flyer.
It was quite annoying to read, being half black with yellow text...and half yellow with black text.
“Ah....fuck what does this shit say?”
He narrowed his eyes, but shook his head, looking around. “Anyone here not wear glasses as ah human?”

>Mich flies through the cloud and land with a wing dab in front of griff .

>Griff sighs, turning to Mich. “Howdy Mich, guess ya heard all tha commotion too then?”

>"Sure did, have the equestrians violated the nap?" Mich asked.

>Griff shrugged. “Apparently so, though as much as ah somewhat agree, ah dont know if ah....Ancap cult, is somethin that should just be ignored. Any cult fer that matter I reckon.”

>Mich nodded "yeah, we should fuck em up, but how is the question. Got any ideas?" 

>Griff shrugged, holding out the flier. “Somthin bout ah meeting, but this damned print hurts my eyes. Tis some sorta....Scavenger hunt though, ah think? Figure we solve this shit and we'll figure out where that hell they are.”

>"no eagle eyes huh? Let me see." Mich reaches for the paper.

>on the odd paper, was written out a hard to read, but simple set of instructions.
'Find a friend, who holds such a paper, but with the colors reversed! Then, with lime, milk, and something from a shell of our colors, combine the two papers with a dip!'

“So, what it say?” Griff asked.

>" we have to find a guy with the reverse colored flyer, then dip the two in a clam sauce. Weird." Mich folds the paper and puts it in his saddlebag with a heart sticker on it. 

>Griff raised an eyebrow.
“...clam sauce?”

"hey I didn't write the thing",Mich said with a shrug. "Let's get looking." 

“.....Sure, right.” Griff said, shaking his head a bit, before looking around. “Hmm....who ya think we should ask...wait....” Griff narrowed his eyes a bit, walking up to some of the fliers on the ground.
“These all have tah same color scheme as ours....hmm....think they limited tha number of the alternates maybe?”

>"makes sense, wouldn't be a hint if it was too easy"  Mich said.

>Griff nodded, tossing the flier on the ground as he looked around.

[Roll a d20, 7+ success]

Griff-15
Mich-3

Looking around Mich sees nothing but Griff, somehow, catches glimpse of something, just before it rounds a corner.
“Wait, over there! Ah saw ah Pink Mare wit that other type o note! Damn, she just rounded tha corner!”

>"a pink mare!" Mich is imediatly reminded of how thick pinkie pie's rump is. "Say no more Griff". He spreads his wings and flies after the mare.

>”Gah, wait ya fuckin bastard!” Griff says, running after the Griffon, still not trusting his wings enough to fly.
As the round the corner, they hit the lunch our hush traffic, ponies going this way and that way, the rainbow of colors mixing together as ponies go this way and that.
“Fuck.” is all Griff says, looking up at Mich above. “ya spot anything?!” he yells up as best he can.

[Roll d20, 8+ pass, 12+ success]

Mich-12

As Mich flies high above, he happens to spot a actually somewhat familiar Pink mare with a yellow mane holding out the corresponding flier as she talks to some other ponies, off near further edge of the crowds.

>"there's an inverted Fluttershy at the far end, she's got the flyer, come on!" He says gliding over the crowd. 

>”Wha? Wait- Damnit!” Griff says, as he starts trying to get through the crowd.

Mich, meanwhile, landed next to the Mare. While he perhaps might not of remembered her name, he would see familiarity, memories coming back from when Griff was handed that list of criminals and arrests...

“Oh? Do ya need something?” The pink mare says with a smile, turning to look at Mich.

Mich decides trying to seduce the mare is the best course of action.

[roll d20-3(cause utter strangers basically), 10+ pass, 18+ success, 5- Crit Fail] 

Mich-20(-3= 17)

just as the mare catchs sight of Mich however, his sleek feathers and that natural, sultry curve of his beak catches her out of breath.

"hey there little lady, I was flying over and couldn't help but notice you" Mich grins 

The mare Blushes, averting her eyes a bit as she chuckles. “O-oh, well my color palette IS a bit bright I suppose....” 

meanwhile Griff was actually getting pushed by the crowd. “Git yer fukkin hooves off me ya bastards!”
“YOUR THE ONE PUSHING EVERPONY!” someone yells at him.
“CAUSE YER ALL IN THA WAY!” Griff yells back.

Ceres takes a long, blowing exhale, looking for anything to look at, or someone, anyone, who can distract her from this Ancap chimping out/autism.

Mistral doesn't take her eyes from the zebra she was told to find. It hadn't been long since the chase started, so the pegasus already felt like the task is over, for its most part. As she follows; however, the looney exposition that gathered a crowd distracts Mistral and makes it hard for her to contain her chuckles. 

Mich pinches the bridge of his beak" you'll have to excuse my friend? Griff"

“OH!?” the Mare speaks up, suddenly only an inch from Michs face. “You're friends with Griff?!”

Meanwhile Ceres and Mistral Notice Griff yelling and pushing his way through the crowd, as he points towards Mich and...some mare with a slightly different flier then the rest they had seen.

“NO, YER A CUNT! EVER DRIVE AH CAR?! SAME RULES APPLY TAH WALKIN!” Grff yells at one of the other ponies.

Ceres pooooonders if she should assist at the sight of some sane-ish minded gryph's, still completely oblivious to Mistral! She decides to dive deeper into this autism and hopes her height will be enough to move these bolsheviks out of the way.

"That was something... Uh, Ah, miss-- Oof!!" From looking at the weirdos dissapear, Mistral moved her attention back to Ceres, but when she tried to talk to her, a couple of ponies going away pushed her by accident. It made her put on a frown for a second, and ultimately opt to just use her wings to stay fluttering above the crowd, from where she can keep following Ceres without issues. 

>"Make Love not war Griff" Mich calls out. "This wouldn't be a problem if you flew" 

“Fuck you too!” He says, flipping off a pony. “yeah!? See?! I can still do that!” grumbling, Griff finally reaches Mich, hardly paying much attention as he shakes his head. “Fuckin people, if ya dont ever make room fer anyone tah pass they they're gon have tah make they're own damn path.”

“O-oh! Hi Griff!” The mare says, waving with a smile.  

Griff blinked, trying to remember if he had met her before. 
“Oh....uhhh...hi...” he said with a small smile.

Ceres keeps trying to make her way to the two gryphs for now, verbal shitposting later.


Mistral remained above, close enough to the zebra to reach her with words if she wanted. The determination with which Ceres pushed through the crowd; however, suggested to her to wait and follow unperceived.

"you see he's just impossible I can't take him anywhere" Mich says to the mare with a chuckle. 


“Bah, fuck you mich, ya know ahm probably right.” Grioff says, rolling his eyes. 

“O-oh! Im Cherry Pop!” She says quickly to Mich, holding out her hoof with a wide smile.

“OH! Yer that lady that gave me them Crime Statistics!” Griffs said with a smile, finally clicking in his head.

“Yup!” she said enthusiastically, “so, what brings you two round these parts? Lemme guess....it has to do with something...Yellow and black!” she says, bouncing a bit as she waits for them to answer, a massive smile across her face. 

Ceres tries to beckon the two gryphs she met yesterday, because she was starting to get sliiiiightly frustrated at pushing her way through the crowd. "'ey!" she shouted. "What's even going on!?"

Mistral pulls out a couple of flowers she picked up earlier for meal and starts to nom them slowly as she watches.

Mich kisses her hoof before noticing the dyke zebra from the other day* "what a lovely name miss pop",(edited)

Mistral cringes visibly, both from disgust at the fact the gryphon kissed a hoof and the awkward gesture. 

vomits internally, still hoping to get the attention. pls notice senpai


Mich-3, fail

Griff turned, caught off guard by more yelling. Catching Ceres trying to get his attention, he blinks, a bit confused but willing to help, pushing back into the crowd to help get her out. 
 “er, what ya need lil lady?” he asks the Zebra. 

As Griff returns his eyes to Mich and Cherry though, he catches Mich missing her hoof.
Griff blinks, looking at Mich like one would a retarded puppy, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing.
Cherry Freezes, looking visibly uncomfortable at the gesture. 
“o...oh....u-uhm....err...t-thank you?” he stammers out, pulling her hoof away. Sge takes a few steps back, dropping her flier.
“I...uhm....” she simply stands there, looking off to the side.

Griff simply frowns, shaking his head. 'poor girl' he thought, stepping up.
“Er, hey! Cherry! Mind if we have thay flier of yours?” he asks awkwardly, pointing at it.

“O...oh! S-sure!” she says, smiling weakly, barely meeting his gaze. “W-well..i gotta go, have fun!” she say, turning and running off.

Griff shakes his hea,d leaning down to pick up the paper. “This is why you dont kiss til the 3rd date Mich.”

Ceres thought the two gryphs were deep in and went in to help extract them, lol. She tries to maintain a low enough voice for no one else to hear, but close enough for Griff to hear hopefully. "What are Ancap freeloaders doing here?" she asked with her eyes scanning the crowd.

Mich realized the sheer autism of his actions and contemplates the height it would take to kill him from.

Griff, lifting up the note, turns to Ceres. “Well missus, thats what were gon find out.” he looks to mich. “so...how're we get that...clam sauce...again?”

Ceres looks above the crowd, using her height to her advantage to get her head over the crowd. Eventually she looked upwards, checking if there were any fliers observing also. 

A fall from 643 feet at an 80° angle would be a guaranteed neck break and possible deca- uhh well, according to the paper you need lime, milk and the muscle of a black and yellow clam. " Mich says.

Griff blinks, frowning. “Were....tha fuck we gon git clams from, much less ah black an yellow one?” He looks around. “Hell where we gone git Limes from too? Theres ah damned food shortage!”

Ceres saw not much in the skies I guess so she pivots her head about to try to spot someone that looks remotely like someone who would start up this rally. 

"I'm More concerned with how we can find milk, we don't have any cows around." 

“Oh, nah, ah know where we can git some milk” Griff says, rolling his claw as he thinks about the rest of the ingredients. 

No one really sticks out to Ceres besides a few more groups of ponies who appear to be trying ti fi- oh hey one of them just swiped an entire bag of limes from that mare!

Ceres channels her former man-mode and gave a nice and loud, "HEY! FUCKIN' SHITASS!" at the one who swiped the limes, giving a GOOD intense look to memorize those features of the one who swiped the limes whilst preparing to barrel her way through the crowd if need be. 

The Blue furred green maned stallion Freezes for a moment....then yells “FOR HOPPITY!” beofre barreling down the road!

Griff flinches, turning as the mare he stole from yells “MAH LIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMEEES!”

Griff then hits the deck as half those doing the scavenger hunt yell “LIMES?!” before turning and barreling after the thief.

“....what tha fuck just happened?” Griff asks, getting up.

Ceres relays what she saw occured and the description and makes a fucking bee-line through the crowd, trying to thread the needle through the limited spaces through the crowd.

"Cheeky lime pun"  Mich grumbles out.

“Gah, wait!” Griff yells, turning to Mich. “Fly up and try ot find that damned bastard! We need- I mean, dammit, we need to get that mare her limes back fore every damned crazy person uses them like wet napkins!” Pushing his way after Ceres, he grumbles. 
“Ah dont think this is that best option Lady!”

[Griff and Ceres, Roll D10 to thread through the crowd, 7+ Pass, 9+ Success, 3- Crit Fail]
[Mich, Roll d20 to spot the stallion, 8+ Pass, 10+ Success]

Ceres- 4, fail
Griff- 6, fail

Mich- 16, Success.

While Griff and Ceres barely are able to not simply get knocked down or stomped by the crowd, Mich is much more successful, seeing the Stallion slip from the Crowd line of sight and into an allyway, where he hands the Limes to another black furred, light blue maned Stallion who hides as he rushes back out to distract the crowd for his friend.

Ceres neighs internally whilst trying to stay upright making her way through the crowd, but a tall, charging Ziggeress would've been enough of a warning. She kept her eyes open for that stallion with that bag once she was through and making headway to the alley. 

"Hand over the green stuff fuck boy!” Mich shouts from above. He dives at the blue and black stallion with his fists balled. 

[Mich ,roll a D12+2(surprise attack!), 6+ pass, 8+success, 4- Crit Fail]

Mich- 12, success.

Like an artillery shell, Mich slams down into the Unicorn stallion, barely giving him time to wonder who had yelled at him before getting slammed HARD into the ground, being used as a skid cushion for a good few feet.

The stallion twitches, but seems to be unconscious.


Ceres continues to go after the original thief down the alley regardless!

Griff simply continues to follow Ceres, unsure of what else to do at the moment, as he tries to keep up with the over eager crowd.

Ceres slows down a bit when she enters the alley, breathing heavily, and hopefully scan better from the slow down.


RECAP OF WHATS HAPPENED SO FAR(NOT MUCH ACTUALLY);

We(Mich, Ceres, and Griff) had Discovered you needed two forms of the flier to get the hidden message, and had done so.

It then said we needed to dip them in Lime juice, Milk, and something 'with their color inside' that Mich had decided meant a Black Clam.

IT was then Ceres noticed a stallion stealing a mares Limes, and made the mistake of saying this out loud, while surrounded by other ponies doing the scavenger hunt. There soon was a crowd chasing the thief, hoping to get their own limes for the hunt.

Mich flew up high while Griff and Ceres tried to swerve through the crowd, Mich noting the Stallion hand off the Limes to a friend in an alley, and dived into other second thief hard enough to know him the fuck out.

We now return to Mich triumphantly sitting atop a pony he just made skid several feet due to high velocity impact. While holding a bag of limes...

As Mich Smiled at his Victory, suddenly he looed up as someone was yelling.

“OH MY GOD THAT GRIFFON JUST KILLED A PONY!” A small Stallion said, pointing a Hoof at Mich.

As a good chunk of the crowd stopped to stare at Mich, someone else suddenly said.
“AND WORSE, HE HAS THE LIMES, GET THE BASTARD!”

And so the Crowd had found a new Target.

Day had just left her house, pushing back the thought of the thing running around about in there. As she made her way through town, she was shakin by shouting. Shit the cops! Wait... Did someone just say a griffon killed a pony? The mare headed toward the crowd to see. 

Ceres went from a full blown gallop, into a trot, before entering the alley, keeping eyes and ears peeled for the original thief. Hey, this might even help her scouting training, who knows? 

As Homily wandered around town, he saw a large crowd of citizens. His interest piqued, he went to investigate. As he approached the crowd, he heard shouting about a griffon killing someone with limes. "What on earth is going on here?" Homily said under his breath. 

Day sees the crowd, but being the shorty she is, no amount of hopping allowed her to see over the heads of others. With a grunt, and a growl, she decided to crawl underneath the ponies and griffs instead, making it up toward the front. Low and behold, was that black bird plopped on top of someone. 

Griff quickly tried to get through the crowd, the thought of “killing” and “Limes” making him certain Mich was at the center of this.

"Now guys, stay calm, he violated the nap!" He says as the crowd slowly closes in on him. He tosses a lime into the crowd and takes off. 

The crowd goes fucking BESERK, ponies pushing and clobbering eachother as they dash for the Lime, the entire thing becoming a mosh of easily triggered pony flesh.

Griff quickly rolls out and under the crowd, getting up and rushing to the 'dead' ponies side. After checking for a pulse, he sighs, the pony still alive.
“ahn thats all my job entails.” he mutters, yelling over his shoulder. “HURRY UP CERES, WE NEED TAH GET TAH MICH!”

Meanwhile, Ceres had run off, being left by the crowd as she followed the other thief.
Coming around a bend, she sees him handing a bag of bits to a mare for a bottle of milk.

Homily hears a familiar voice from beyond the crowd. "Mich?" Says Homily, but he only has a moment to ponder before the crowd around him explodes into action. He sees Mich fly into the air, and chases after the griffon. 


Daybreak was just about say something smart-ass-like to Mich when she tenses up as the crowd goes wild. She gets stuck between them for a bit then pulls her way out from the mass of bodies. "The hell is up with the limes and murder?!" 

As Ceres appears to have disappeared, Griff curses, and turns, running after Mich.
“fuckkin bastard git tha fuck back ere!”

'hm...' Ceres thought to herself. 'how...' She exhaled slowly through her nose, for the right time to fotball tackle this mofo. She best decided to stalk. Or, she may use feminine charm to get what she wanted. Either way, she'll stalk this guy for now. 

As Ceres follows the Stallion, he ends up in another alley, impatiently tapping his hoof on the ground. He seems, probably, to be waiting for his friend he handed the Limes to.


Ceres does a quick check to see if anyone else was around or lurking. 

Day see everyone running after the griffon and can't help but laugh to herself internally. She follows along with the crowd, glad to not be the one being chased for once even though she had no idea what was going on.

Ceres see no one, everyone either distracted by the fight, scavenger hunt, or simply day to day activities.
She thinks fuck it and re-channels her inner man-mode, rearing up and taking off in a full run with full intention to either Vi ulti or do a good football tackle on this mofo. 


Meanwhile Ceres tries to tackle the Stallion, catching him completely by surprise it actually works!
“WHAT THE HELL-OOF!” the Stallion says, as he goes toppling onto his side...and the milk goes flying, shattering against a wall.
“MY MIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLKKK!” he says, a single tear dropping from his eye.

"Oh there you are Griff" he says to the flightless birb. "You should really use your wings dude" 

Griff spits, motioning for Mich to land as they were a good bit away from the fighting Crowd now.
“Ahn land on mah fuckin face? Ahll stick tah walkin instead.”

As she's skipping running along with the crowd, she takes this time to ask one of the crowd ponies why they were chasing this guy. "Did he really kill someone over a lime?"

Homily makes it out of the crowd, and sees Mich has landed by another familiar griffon, Griff. "Griff? Mich? What's going on?" 

Griff turns to the two newcomers, giving a nod to Homily, though he doesnt recognize the mare.
“Nah, damn thiefs still alive, but hes knocked out cold. Someone should prob git em to ah hospital bed, heh.” He clears his throat, shrugging.

“Sum ANCAP Cult did a lil thing in the middle o town, then handed out fliers for a meeting fer new recruits....thing is, its ah big ol scavenger hunt, ahn they seem tah have gootten a lot interested...”


"I got you~" Ceres said a little teasingly, placing a hoof on the Stallions chest. "Now, be a dear and tell me where those limes went? I may even get you a bottle of milk in return, sweetie~" Which was REALLY fucking odd coming from a tall Ziggeress. She tried switching her attitude from man-mode to feminine regardless, hoping to gain what she wanted. 

As Ceres abuses the stallion, he gulps, then raises an eyebrow.
“Wait where that fuck are you going to get more cows milk? That was the last bottle in town!” He says, looking back over, fighting back more tears as he salutes it.

"Wait, ANCAP? As in, anarcho-capitalism? Someone made a cult based on that?" Homily asks.

"aparently..." Griff says. 

"as if it wasn't a cult already"  Mich says.

Griff turns to Mich, and points. 
“Got tha Lemons? Ah know where we can git that Milk, not sure bout a Clam though...”

She quirked a brow, "Scavenger hunt?" that was a bit extreme reason to kill someone over. The prize must be a killing. " Cha-ching~" thought the greedy mare. She notices Homily, " Hey, You're that one guy. from the fire." 

Ceres takes a moment to legitimately thinksabout it for a second. Where WOULD she get cows milk? "By the way," she looked down at the stallion with an inquisitive look. "aren't you ANCAP freeloaders supposed to believe in getting everything for nothing? Why'd you exchange bits back there?" She said, letting up a little hoof pressure from the Stallion's chest. 

The stallion rolls his eyes. “Thats not how ANCAP works missus. You gonna get off of me yet?” He then gives her a sulty look, “Or did you have OTHER plans for this?”

Homily turns to face Daybreak. "Hmm? Oh, yes, at the smithy. You're Daybreak, right?" 

" That's me buck-o. Now I keep hearing talk about lemons, limes, and a clam? Aren't there clams at the beach?" Day Asks.

"I didn't hear anything about a clam, but I heard about someone getting murdered with a lime. What's going on with that?"  Homily asks.

Griff shrugs. “Ah dont know, that note says 'Something with our colors inside.' ahn Mich said a Black Clam.”
Sighing, Griff grumbles. “NO ONE GOTS MURDERED. The Crowd Mis understood, it was only ALMOST a murder.”

" No idea, but that must mean the prize is totally worth it! " her ears flatten as Griff shouts about no ponies being murdered. " Yeesh! Alright, alright already! " she starts to back away a bit, " So....clams are..." she backs away more, "...usually at a beach so..." a little further... 

"What's this about murder?"  Compund says, suddenly having walked up after noticing the group talking.

Griff shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, clams probably can be found at tha beach, or ah river, depending on tha type?”


Ceres does that little raspberry thing with her lips, forgot what it's called. "Pathetic betafag." she said, still with her hoof on his chest. "Attempt this again, just remember." She stooped her noggin down to his ear level. "I'm everywhere." she whispered in the Stalltions ear. "And if you don't want a free prostate exam next time, I strongly suggest not stealing. Got it?" 

The Stallion blinks, then starts laughing at Ceres words. 
“Your kidding right? Im like, a good ten plus pounds on you!”

"River too, eh? Riiight. " Just as Days about to bolt off to the river, she bumps into a white unicorn who just arrived, " Agh! Christ! Watch where you're going!" 

Homily directs his attention to the newcomer. "I don't even know. It has something to with an anarcho-capitalist scavenger hunt thing?"
Homily winces as Daybreak runs into Compound.


Compound is bumped into " hey!! Watch where your going!”

Ceres rears her head up and drives her forehead straight down, right into the proned stalltions nose, going RIGHT for a nice 'n bloody scottish kiss. 

As Ceres head connects, the Stallion yelps in pain, Kicking out from under her as she rolls away and up onto his Hooves.
“What the actual fuck was that about you crazy bitch!” he says, pointing a hoof at her.

" No U!" Day shouts as she clumsily gets back on all fours and starts to run again, heading for the river, " It'll be mine, all mine!" she didn't know what was going to be hers, but she wanted it anyway! 

Griff shrugs yet again. 
“Ah myself hardly know whats goin on, but finishin this hunt might be our only shot aht findin out.”

As Daybreak leaves, Homily sighs. "Should we follow her?" 

>Compound began to run after Day break "hey!" 

Griff blinked as Day ran off, looking at Homily.
“She...did here us mention tah notes ahn other ingredients...right?” He asks the others.

"I don't think so. I didn't even hear about other ingredients." Homily says.

Griff shrugs, turning to Mich. “Calms were yer idea, ya know ah better place tah git any?”

Ceres gives her noggin a little shake, shaking off the cobweb headed feeling after giving a good headbutt. "Ooooohhhhh," she came back down to earth, er, equestria, "ooohhhh fucking long time since I've done that." she made a halfed assed whistle sound, whiping spots of blood off her forehead. "Oh it's good to shake off the cobwebs. And what the fuck did ya think was gunna happen." the tall scout said. "I'm gunna give you a free lay right here to some beta cuckold ANCAP fag? Think again, bitch." 

With a spit, the Stallion suddenly turns and bolts away from Ceres. “Im done with this, no cult membership is worth having to deal with crazy people over!”

Ceres feels accomplished on bringing someone back to the true light of free market capitalism and bartering .

Day was almost to the river when she noticed the unicorn was behind her, " Oi, if you're coming along, help me find a clam, eh? " all she knew was there were something about clams and limes. 
>Compound catches up to daybreak " why do we need a clam?"

With a last little cocky tease, Ceres waved and did a fake as fuck seductive eye flutter. Very sarcastic indeed. "Bye, sweetie~" 

The gears in Days head turns. You could almost heard the creaking they made, "No idea! Scavenger hunt! A prize worth killing over! Good enough reason for me! " 
Compound shrugged "Fair enough" .

"Double almost homicide aside we need clams if we're going to finish this thing." Mich said.

Griff nodded, both at Homily and Mich.
“To the Markets then!” He said, leading the way.

Ceres makes doubly sure that the blood is off of her forehead before navigating her way back out to the main courtyard where all that shit happened first, though malcontent that she didn't find the limes, she went-a-lookin' for the group of griffs she was originally with. 

Homily follows behind Griff, confused and unsure of the whole ordeal. 

The two ponies make it to the river, and Daybreak gets right into a shallow part of the water, starting to look. While she was the type to think before she acted, the wild was a place she was somewhat comfortable in. She searched for any clams around the area.


[Compound and Day are looking for clams in the river, roll a D20, 15+ success]
[Mich, Griff, Homily and Ceres are looking for clams in the market, roll a D20,  8+ success]

Ceres- 20, success
Griff- 14, success
Homily- 12, success
Mich- 1, fail

Day- 8, fail
Compound- 18, success

Day finds nothing but Compound finds a whole little colony of decent sized Clams.

Meanwhile Griff and his companions have no trouble finding both Clams and Ceres, Which Griff gives a nod to as they walk up to the Clam Stand.
“Get yer Clams! Clams to put in lambs! 5 bits, or 10 bits fer 3!”
Meanwhile, Mich had been daydreaming of plump asses on plump mares, and walked into the back of Ceres, not even noticing she had joined them.

Griff doesn't hesitate, paying up 10 bits and pointing to Mich. 
“im not a clam expert, which ones look clammy enough to ya?”

Compound suddenly got excited "HEY! I FOUND SOME!"  he yelled.

Day perks her ears up and splashes over to the unicorn, looking to see her haul, " Holy shit, you did, awesome!" she starts gathering some and putting them in her saddlebag, " Come, start stocking up! Then we can head back!" 
>Compound helps load as many clams as will fit in Day's bag 

" Alright, that looks like enough, let's go back to town!"  Day says.

Mich sees a pony selling rocks "what about those?" 

"I don't think we want rocks, Mich." Homily picks up a clam from the vendor. "Is this one good?"

Griff frowns, and whacks Mich over the back of the head.
“Git yer wits bout ya Mich, ah just paid ah cant go tah nother stand now!”

He turns to Homily, sighing and shrugs.
“Fuck ah guess, all look black nuff to me....” Griff says grumpily, taking the two blackest clams and Homilys, tossing that one onto the top of Homilys head with a smirk.

The two mares(?) make their way back to town. Daybreak was on an adrenaline rush of excitement as she galloped through the makeshift streets, having forgotten as usual to ask for her partner in crime's name.
>Compound, the incredible unicorn mare, keeps pace with Day. 

Ceres returned the nod with a slightly wild eyed look from that episode back in the alley, adrenaline still-a-pumpin'. She adjusted her mane to seem more presentable and and ready to contribute to the clam purchasing when Mich bumped into her rump, as per GM's depictions. She looked back at Mich with a "don't fuck with me" look from her heart still gong at a fighters pace. The tall one looked back to the Je-merchant and noticed Griff had already bought some clams. She shrugged internally, realizing she can't really eat meat style foods. "I'll pick up the next items. she said." 

Homily scrunches his muzzle and tries to look up at the clam, before shaking it off his head and putting it into his saddlebags.
"What next?"

Griff smiles. “Milk ah think, ahn I happen tah know ah Griffoness that has a boatload o it.” He shrugs. “...she mixes into her cider, dont ask.”

Ceres perks up at the word 'cider.' "Does it have an alcohol content, by chance? I could really use a fucking drink." she said with a pretty damn serious face. Maybe she'd even pick up a thing of milk for that now-former ANCAP dude, too. 

Griff raises an eyebrow, but slowly nods. “She'll have alchohol yes....” HE points down the street. 
“This way, ahn someone grab Mich by tha collar or something, think hes going mad er somethin.”


The two make it back to town after some time, Daybreak losing control of her footing and slides into a couple of crates. She pops her head up and shakes it off. Across the way, she sees the other group of Griff and co. and calls out to them, " YO! " she hops out of the crates and an agry stallion yells behind her, " Yo yo yo! We got clams! " she hops over to them, jumping up and down, " Did we win yet?! "
>Compound trots behind Daybreak. "What are we doing?" Compound asks the rest of the group. 


Griff stops, turning to look at Day, raising an eyebrow.
“...No, ya still need both Notes, Lime juice, ahn Milk....” he shakes his head, simply ignoring her as he leads his group on.

"Hello Daybreak. I think there's more stuff you need, though."Homily suggests.

Ceres already felt the adrenaline wearing off abit. Her composure began seeming more relaxed than before. "Oohhhh thank fuck I can have a drink here. It's a huge fucking relief. Lead the way to booze." she said, falling in behind Griff.


SUDDENLY, everyone feels the ground shaking, and looking back, they see the crowd from earlier storming around the corner, or at least most of them “GET THOSE INGREDIENTS!” someone yells as they roar, many merchants panicking and jumping under their stands or simply running away.

Griff goes wide eyed, and simply starts running. “ah fuck lets git the fuck outta ere!”

Day keeps hopping up and down like she was on a sugar rush of some kind, " Lime juice and milk? Do we have cows here? " she didn't hear the comment earlier about the friend he knew, " Unless..." as she looks to the other mares in the group, before she could utter a word, she eeps, and follows after the group. 

Mich Runs with the crew still thinking about those sexy rocks

Homily is very confused, and a little scared, and chases off after Griff. 

>Compound chats casually to Homily "first tome chased by a mob? I got chased by a load of giant ants the other day."
"Along with a group of guards"
Homily is speaks between breaths. "Giant ants?" 


As the group gets away from the insanely determined crowd, Griff finally gets them to their Desitnation. 

It is a tree, a big one, but still just a tree.

“OI! VERMONT! YA FUKKIN BITCH GIT YER ASS THA FUCK DOWN ERE!” Griff yelled.

And a moment later, the most pure, well pruned Griffoness flew down, the light reflecting off her feathers perfectly as she landed infront of the group.

“Yes Griff, what is SO important as to yell at me about?”

[im half tempted to make everyone roll for seduction]

Daybreak gawks a bit at the bird, " Those feathers..." she was just thinking about getting feathers today too. " Hey, who's she? Does she have milk? " 

Ceres raised her eyebrows of the beauty. At least a homo can appreciate that. "Booze and milk is why." she chimed in abruptly. She could almost taste that tartness of alcohol she like so much. "I'm Ceres, by the way." she said with a smile and a nod and a light smile now that the adrenaline is almost gone.

Homily mutters, "Why do we need milk again?" 

"It's an item on the list, just go with it"  Mich responds


Griff rolls his eyes at everyones blathering, motioning to his group.

“People, this ere bitch be Vermont, Second in- err, One of our best hunters....”

“Charmed.” she says with a yawn, leaning on the tree. “But id be more so IF YOU WOULD ALL SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT.” She suddenly hisses out, leaning forward slightly, before sighing.

Expertly, she slams her fist into the tree, and a jug of Cider and Milk fall, the tops closed and connected to ropes, stopping them from hitting the ground.

“Thats all you're getting from me Griff, you still owe me for earlier.” she says with a cheeky smile.

“Fuck you ah totally had the situation under control!” Griff spits back.

She simply laughs, flying back up into the tree.

Griff grumbles, taking the Milk down and looking at Mich with narrowed eyes.
“Shes ah bitch Mich. Nothing but one.”
Griff looks down at he milk, then back at Mich
“So...tha notes say HOW were supposed tah...combine this shit?”

Day She blinks seeing the griff get the milk and can't help but wonder where it came from. She doesn't want to know. Instead, she looks around the ground for any dropped feathers. 

"Waaait, can I buy more booze? And more milk?" Ceres asked the retreating griff. 

Ceres promptly takes the thing of cider before anyone else does, stuffs it in her back and casually asks, "what's next" 

Griff looks around.
“Ah suppose we need ah place tah combine all these Ingredients then...dip tha papers inta tha mixture...maybe?”

"So where do we combine all this? Do we need to buy a bowl now, too?" Homily asks.

“Im sure ah bucket er something would work.” Griff suggests.

"The smithy has a bucket." Homily pipes up. 

Ceres sighs very audibly. "Wrroooooong. We need a cauldron, fire, and a spoon to stir the stuff whilst it cooks." 

" What are you, a witch? "  Day asks.

"so we are making Chowder?" Compund asks.

" I have a buckett if needed. A wooden one. But I want it back afterward. " Day says.

"Why would cultists want chowder, anyways?" Homily asks.

"Just, find me things, pot, cauldron, what ever, or an open kitchen I can work my magics in and drink." Ceres says.

Griff pipes up. “Actually, according to tha papers, this is an alchemic recipe I think? Says that if we dip tha papers in tha mixture together they will combine ahn reveal tha next steps...or something...”

" Well let's get to it! Your place right? C'mon, c'mon, c'moon!" Day says excitedly.

"We're dipping the paper in chowder? That just sounds like a mess, honestly. What is this accomplishing? What's the prize for all this?" 

Griff blinks, and looks at Homily. “Chowder? I dont think were even supposed to cook this stuff.”

He sighs.
“Look, Day has a bucket, lets just go git this over with, and move on to tha next damn steps.”

Griff looks at Homily. “they read:

'Find a friend, who holds such a paper, but with the colors reversed! Then, with lime, milk, and something from a shell of our colors, combine the two papers with a dip!'”

Griff shrugged. “Thats what tha paper says tah do. Nothin more, or less.”

"Something from a shell of our colors? What if they want a pearl instead of a clam, then?" 

"ancap colours are yellow and black, they probably mean an avocado" Compound suggested.

Griff blinked. “The clams shell is black though, that just means they want that Clams guts, right?”

"Acacados aren't yellow and black."  Homily said.

" Shell of our colors? I would have thought of a crayon box. I suck at riddles. " Day says.

Griff shrugged. “What if its not specific? Magic is like that sometimes.”

Griff just motions for Da to run off. “we'll wait here, git that bucket, go!”

"I'm just going to sit down, I think. This is confusing me too much." Homily finds a suitable spot and sits. 

Ceres bruntly shares her thought. "Well, we got black clams, anyone got a banana?" 

"Ah dont think we need ah bannana. i think?"  Griff says.

"you know what does have a black and yellow shell? turtles"  Compound says.

DAy heads back to her place, looks around and sees her wooden bucket in the corner of the living room. Her pink tail wagged some with a sense of pride and she gathered it back up. A shadow wisped by behind her, and she could feel she was being watched. She almost forgot something was lurking in her house. Hurridly, she ran out and galloped back to where the others were, hoof-carved bucket with her. 

Griff nodded as Day returned, about to lose his mind at everyones talking.
“Thank fuck!” He says, and starts pouring the milk in before the Buckets even on the ground.
“Lets get on with this nonsense already!”

Griff takes out a clam...and blinks, pointing at it.
“how're we open these by the way?”

Homily gets up and moves back to the group. "You guys want the clam?" Homily says as he pulls his clam out of his saddlebags. 

Griff whips out his knife, and starts trying to get the clam open. 

"Well I have just the solution." Ceres reaches into her bags, and pulled out her survival knife and presented it to Griff. "Best you do it, you have better dexterity than any of us because..." she held a hoof up. 

Daybreak takes out her knife from her saddle bag, slips the blade inbetween the crack and starts cracking one open.

With clam guts added to the mlik as both Griff and Day dumped them in, all that was left was Mich and his limes....

Griff yells over at Mich. “Oi ya bastard, git those limes an notes over ere!”

" Hey, if you don't want those lime seeds, I'll take em." she calls out. 

walks over with the limes and hands them to Griff.

Griff frowns, wondering why Mich was so sullen, but adds the Lime juice to the Mixture, beofre stirring it with his knife.

“sure?” he says, handing the squeezed limes to Day.

Then, Griff takes the tow note, putting them together, and looks around at the group.

“ere goes nothing.”

and dips them in.

And suddenly everyone's flying backwards like ten feet as the mixture EXPLODES on them.

However, as the dust settles, there is a new, single note floating above the ground, shinning like a godamned holographic pokemon card.

>Compound tasres the clammy goop yhat now covers her "it coocked the chowder, though" 

Homily groans as he gets on his hooves. "Ugh, what was that?" 

Griff grumbles, twitching a bit as he gets off his ass.
“wha....what happened?” he mumbles, trying to shake the soot out of his ears.

He blinks, looking at the note floating off the ground. 
“Uhh...that mean we did it right?” Griff asks no one in particular. 

Day shakes the limes of the left over juice a bit then puts em in her bag, " Aweso-" she's suddenly pushed back by the force of the blast. She flies into some other horse nearby. When she recovers, she sits back up and looks over to the note, " Did we make meth or what? " 

"No, meth has a bitter taste to it" Mich says.

"What's the note say?" Homily asks.

Griff, slowly, approaches the note. And like someone trying to swipe some good,s he snatches it out of the air, half expecting it to explode again.

Thankfully, all it does is stop glowing.

“Err.....it says...:

'Now you have gotten to part two, yes of three. Find us someone both yellow and black, then cut off said hair!

Mix it with Cheese, so melted and soft, then splatter this paper, and reach stage three! Remember! Dont Violate the NAP, always ASK before collecting someones hair, or Hoppity will curse you forever!'”

Griff blinked, then looked up, utterly confused.
“these fuckers are mad....”

" Black and yellow? A bee?" Day asks.

"dose it matter what the answer is or do we just have to ask?"
"hippity hoppity get of my property" Compound said.


“Wha? Ah think the note is saying cut someones hair Day...”  Griff turned to Homily
“Ah think its this cults god...”

" Who around here is black and yellow? " Dandelion comes to mind but she's only yellow.  Day thinks.

As Compound memes, Homily facehooves. "Of course..." 

“Well, thats black hair down, now we just need Yellow....Hrm...” Griff said.

“Ah think it can be from different people Homily” Griff says with a shrug.
“Wait...where we supposed to get cheese from?!”

“The Store” Says Compound.

“In Ah Food Shortage?” Griff says back.

" There's that one yellow unicorn, and that white pegasus that has blonde hair. "
" Or we could just ask some random person in the street. "says Day.


"Well, I'm sure the Equestrians keep some cheese for themselves." Homily looks at Daybreak. 

Griff just shrugs. “les just ask tha first person with yellow hair, then get some cheese.”

" If I need to snatch some cheese from someone, I will." Day says sternly.

Compound gasps "but that'll violate the N.A.P.!" 

“No, NAP, as in Non Aggression Principle? Like...the entire thing this cults about?” Griff says.

"how do you form a cult around that??"  Compounds asks.

She blinks "....There's a cult?" Day asks.

"You can start a cult out of anything." Homily says.
"like Jesus? Compound says.

Homily glares at Compound. 

Griff blinks, slowly turning to Day. “Yes....i.....what did you think we were doing!?”

Day Her tail wags, " Getting the prize?" 

flies off on a noble quest for yellow hair and cheese "I shall come back with hair and cheese, never fear" have thinking he should go home and sleep this off.

Homily watches Mich fly off. "Should we follow him? I'm not sure it's safe for him to be alone right now." 

" He'll be fiiiiiiine. " Day says.

Griff face palms, sighing. “Yes follow him. And Day? Ah dotn know if thers ah prize, cult just wants recruits ahn ah just want tah learn where they live so they cant fuck anything up...more then they already have ah suppose.” HE takes off running after Mich.

[Everyone, roll D20 to spot Yellow Hair. 9+ Success]

Compound- 9, success.
Day- 17, success.
Homily- 14, success.
Mich- 14, success.
Griff- 20, success.

As the group rushes along, they each spot their own pretty yellow haired stallion or mare, Mich a few from up high.

Griff,however, Does a faceplant, rolling a good few feet, as his eyes catch a mare, both her and her hair, so luxurious it catches him completely off guard.

“....ow.” He says as he lays there, staring at said mare.

Homily approaches the yellow-haired pony he found. "Excuse me, could I have a cut of your hair?" 
[Homily, roll for charm. D20, 11+ pass, 16+ Success, 7- Crit Fail]

Homily-19, success.

The Mare turns, blinking at Homily, before smiling gently. “O-oh...i guess? Can I ask what for?” she asks.

 Day goes up to a blonde stallion with a knife ready, "Anyone ever tell you, you'd look good with a hair cut? " she smirks. 

Meanwhile the The Stallion day went up to turns and, suddenly, screams, kicking backwards at Day.

[Roll to dodge, d20, 10+ Success, 5- Crit Fail]

Day- 7, fail.

In a perfect set of circumstances, the Stallions back hooves stop just short of a full kick, only simply booping Days snout, but this is enough to off balance her onto her ass. the stallion is simply gone, having run like all hell.



Homily pulls out his knife from his saddlebags. "Alchemy, I think. Yellow hair is a part of the ingredient list."

Day falls over and rubs her nose as he runs. She calls out to him, " WUSS! "


“O-oh! That sounds interesting! Sure, you can have a few strands I guess, mister...?” the mare says to Homily, turning her head sideways to reveal her braid.

"Homily. Homily Sermon. And thank you, I really appreciate your help with this." Homily carefully cuts off the last few inches of her braid.

Nodding, the mare blushes at Homily, as the braid comes undone and flows about her. 
“Well, I meant to get it cut anyways. Im Pearl Cut, maybe ill see you and your silly alchemy later?” She asks.

Having spilled sphagetti on the last mare, he just decides to land in a tree and wait for the others.

Griff also simply gets up, and blushing, waits for the others.

Homily smiles at the mare. "Maybe so. It was nice to meet you, Pearl." Homily leaves to find the others. 

[Everyone, roll for smelling out DAY CHEESE. D20, 12+ success. ]

Homily- 9. fail
Day- 9, fail
Mich- 1, fail
Griff- 13, success
Compound- 12, success.

As the other diddle around, Griff and Compound smell...cheese, lots of cheese, just barely, coming from a nearby building.

“You smell that?” compound asks.

Griff, sniffing the air, licks his beak.
“Fuck yeah I do....cheese....”

" i think it's coming from that pony!" Compound points at a pony in front of the building.

Griff blinks, as the smell lingers as the pony Compound pointed at leaves.
“...maybe not the pony then?”

Homily catches sight of Daybreak, and goes to join her. "Hello, I got the hair." 

Griff nods to Homily, before walking over to the door, sniffing. “Its...coming rom in ere ah think...” And he pushes open the door....

...And suddenly a Black and Yellow clad Pony kicks him in the beak, sending him backwards, as it starts running off with a giant wheel of cheese on its back.

“gah...fuck!” Griff flops on the ground, then spins around, pointing. “GET THATCHEESE!”

" Nice. I got...to take a bath. Let's find the catbirds and horn-girl." She goes looking for where Griff, Mich and Compund. 

Daybreak sees the round yellow running off and chases after "OI! HEY!" 

Homily catches sight of the ANCAP pony fleeing, as well as Griff on the ground. He rushes to aid Griff. 

Griff flails about like a fish a bit, pointing at Homily then the direction of the pony. 
“No no im fine! Go get us tha dhamned cheese!”

Is snapped out of his stupor by Griff shouting cheese. "Cheese" and notices the ancap pony with a cheese wheel. "There's the cheese!" He launches off his branch over the cheese stand after the pony

[Roll a D12 to catch the pony! 5+ Success]

Homily-12, success

She sees Homily speed up on the guy and shouts at him, "Get him! Get hiiim! " 

Homily gallops as fast as he can after the pony, and moves in for the tackle. 

As Homily catches up to the Pony, he jumps, tackling his back, where the cheese is, and send the pony rolling....
….and rolling.....and into a wall with a CRUNCH as the cheese wheel slams the pony from one side, the wall the other.

His legs are twitching a bit, and thats all you can see besides the cheese wheel.

Day catches up to Homily and the wheel and gives him a hearty slap on the flank" You got em!" 

Homily goes to where the pony crashed, and examines the the pony. "Oh dear, is he ok?" 

Homily jumps at the slap. "Oh, ha, I guess I did." 

crashes and immediately gets to his feet "yeah good going man." 

"Thanks Mich. Are you ok?" 

Griff, finally getting up and running himself, joins the group. “oh...damn...that pony alive?”

Thankfully, he appears to be so.
“please get this cheese off me....” he mumbles out, barely audible.

Homily picks up the cheese. 

The cheese comes back, both it and the pony getting peeled off the wall like old paint.

The pony is now stuck embedded in the cheese.
“.....help?” he says weakly.

“Fuck that.” Griff says. “Fucker kicked me, lets git our chunk o cheese an leave em ere.”

Daybreak takes out her knife, " He's a witness. Should we shut him up? " 

"Hey hey hey! Hold on a second! Let's not be too hasty."Homily squeaks out.

Day pouts some before putting the knife away, " Fiiine. " and takes out charcoal stick instead, and starts drawing a dickbutt on his flank while Homily does the talking.

Griff blinks, utterly confused by what Day was doing and why.
Slowly turning, he looks to Homily. “Up tah ya ah suppose...”

"he's a cultist, you can kill those, they arent people" compound says matter-of-fact-ly 

Griff sighs. “Technically Cults arent illegal, Comp.”

"yeah, cults aren't illegal, but cultists aren't people"
Compound motions to day's knife.


Cheese pony grumbles. “p-please dont kill me? Im just an initiate, im not even a full blown member! I-ill tell you the last step of the scavenger hunt if you get me out of this! No hair necessary!”

"Shut up, Compound. Just because he's a cultist doesn't mean you can just kill him."  Homliy says.

Homily smiles at the cultist. "You have a deal." Homily helps him out of the cheese. 
"And stop drawing on him, Day." 

"Tch, fiiiiiiiiiiiiinnne." Day grumbles

The Pony thanks Homily...oddly, bowing at his feet and licking his hooves.

“Y-you need to go to main square and start digging up the Bricks that make up the road, under a select few, there will be a yellow and golden ticket that allows for one person to enter the cults ranks.....its symbolic, as Roads are the greatest evil our order seeks to destroy...”

Mich Walks to the center of town reflecting on the days events 

Homily is uneased at the pony bowing to him. "Uhm, thank you very much. And don't attack any more people." 

Griff blinks, then throws his claws up ,turning and walking away. “Ah dont even know, ah would say we cant just go dig up tha town square but ah bet everyones already doing it!”

"see, jesus is a cult, a cultist is groveling to you"  Compound said to Homily.


Homily turns looks up to the group. "Aren't we the first one to do this, though? Why would there be others at main street? I vote we just go there as fast as we can and dig stuff up."
Homily glares at Compound again.


The cultist nods, and runs away.

Meanwhile, the main square of town was an utter mess, Ponies trying to dig up the road as every guard available tried to stop them.

Griff sighs, leaning on a wall as he watches the scene.
“Ah....dont even know. Wanna join., see this stupidity through?” He asks the others.

"I don't think I care enough to commit vandalism. I'm going to see if I can ask someone else for their ticket."  Homily says.

"why? do you wanna join the ancap cult?"  Compound says

Daybreak grins, " Of course. Now I just want to see what's at the end of this rainbow." 

Suddenly, one pony yells “I FOUND ONE!” and lifts up the ticket, beofre a voice comes from the ticket. “TELEPORATION SPELL ACTIVATED” and the pony is gone in a poof of black and yellow smoke.

"Oh." Says Homily. 
Homily decides he may as well look anyways, if he can't talk to someone and ask for theirs, 

[anyone look for a ticket, Roll a D12, 6+ success]

Compound- 9, success
Mich- 11, success
Homily- 9, success
Griff- 12, success
Day- 1, fail

as everyone but Day and Ceres find a ticket, they hear the same familiar voice come from it, and next thing they know, they are all standing in some chamber with a few other ponies, lit only by torches.

“Ah, well, those were the last tickets! CONGRADUALTIONS, INITIATES!” a hooded pony says from a stand before them, “FOR PASSING ALL OUR TESTS!”

He and his other hooded ponies clap.

“Now, im sure your all excited to get your robe and such, but first, we must make sure you are SERIOUS about this step in the right direction, you ARE all serious, right?”

"sure, i love communism"  Compound says.

Homily nods. "Oh, absolutely." 

Suddenly every hooded pony is looking at Compound.
“...That was a jest, right?” the leader says, pointing a hoof at Compound menacingly.

Griff remains silent, simply watching from the back.

"What does NAP stand for?" Mich asks.

"sure... i meant socialism? or is it syndicalisn? what was yellow and black?"  Compound asks.

“oh come on! HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT THE NAP IS!?” one pony yells as Mich.

Grinding his teeth, the head pony points harder at compound. “HER WORDS BREAK THE NAP, HIS WORKS ARE SINS AGAISNT HOPPITY, GUARDS, THROW HIM INTO THE PIT OF SNAKES!” and suddenly three guards were on Compound, trying ot drag him down a halllway at the back. “NO COMMIES IN OUR MIDST, FOR ONLY LIVING, BREATHING SOULS BELONG ON THIS PLANET!”

KEEP TALKING SHIT AND I WILL GUT YOU LIKE A TROUT" He shouts, fully extending his claws. He clears his throat. "I'm sorry you were saying?” He asks the hooded pony? 

Comp uses magic to spin the guard and spank him on the bottom.

"Woah, woah! My friend here is just a joker, maybe you can cut her a break? Just this once? I'm sure there's no need for the snake pit. 

[Comp, Roll D20, 15+ Pass, 17+ success, 7- Crit Fail]

comp- 8, fail.

“The NAP stands for Non Aggression Principle!” one of the hooded ponies says to Mich.

Meanwhile Compunds attempt at magic only gets her a good hoof to the stomach, But the head Guard waves, stopping them in their tracks.

“What...is your name?” he asks Homily.

"My name is Homily Sermon, sir." 

"oh that's? why violating it is so bad" Mich says.

He nods. 
“Well, Homily, communism is nothing to be joked about, and those who would are no better then the communists themselves!”

"y-you do realise you're violating mu N.A.P. ?" Compound says.

"Well, as you already know, everyone here is from 4chan in one way or another. My friend here just has a hard time adjusting to not being able to shitpost anonymously, and tends to get herself in trouble that way."  Homily says.

"you have no right to violate my rights! i'm a proud people!!"  says compound.
"I would appreciate it if you might hold off on the snake pit, though I know this kind of behavior would normally warrant an extreme punishment." Homily asks.

“Nonsense,” The head hooded says, “Communism ITSELF is a violation of the NAP, therefore you broke it first long ago, you vile sub creature!” The pony says, before turning back to Homily.
“We no longer live on the internet my naive friend, it is time to change...or be left by the wayside.”

"i bet you're in league with the roads!"  Compound says.

"But wouldn't killing someone for dissenting yet free speech be. Violation of the na- BITCH I'M TRYING TO TALK" he turns to compound.

Homily shoots Compound a look that says 'Stop talking you are screwing everything up.' 

“OH THAT IS IT! BEING A COMMUNIST IS ONE THING, BUT SAYING WE WOULD EVER BE IN LINE WITH THE ROADS!? SNAKE PIT WITH HIM, NOW!” with that, the guards start dragging him off again to the cheers of most in the crowd.

Homily sighs. 

"HE"S TRYING TO SILENCE THE TRUTH!!"
"LOOK WITH YOUR EYES MY BROTHERS! HE IS NOT ONE OF US!!"(edited)
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

"Fuck it let's just kill these bastards and and get out of here" Mich suggests.


Suddenly Griff steps up, blocking the guards way. “Now now, ahm not fond o this bastard either, but ya cant just go throwing folks in pits full'a snakes.”

“Oh, not snakes, snake, its just one BIG snake! We call him fangers, he likes pillows!” one of the hooded ponies says.

As Mich tries to start a fight however, the Head Ancap cultist actually starts REEEEEing himself, but this one is...different.

“GAH, FINE, LET HOPPITY DECIDE WHO IS WORTHY!”
and just like that, the group was back on the surface, teleported out of the room with a few other ponies who had seemed apprehensive about the whole thing, their ears ringing from the...spell, the pony had cast.

Griff simply lays on the ground, his sensitive bird ears ringing loudly.

“...i think we werent worthy...” is all he can muster.

"ayyy, no snek pit for me~" Compound mumbles.

"ok now I'm mad" Mich says.
Homily releases a breathe he didn't know he was holding. "That was almost very bad. What do we even do now?" 

Griff nods, looking over at Mich.
“...i just wasted my afternoon to get outplayed by a buncha ANCAPS....trust me....ahm mad too....fucking magic.”

"don't know about you, but i'm going for lunch." Compound says, incorrectly guessing the time.

Griff turns to Homily, then at a bunch of ponies being forced to repair the road by the guards.

“...leave before were forced to do hard labour, then get drunk?”

Lunch? You're a little late for lunch, don't you think?" asks Homily

Comp hops up and wabbles a bit before finding her balance
"fine then, dinner"

"I'm with you on fleeing before manual labor."  Homily says 

Griff slowly gets up, and starts walking quickly away from the guards and main square.
“Mich, up, ill buy ya a drink after this shit...”

"sounds good" Mich nods back.

"You coming too, uhm... you?" Homily says to Compound.

"sure, why not?"
Compound says and follows along.