1) What is that? Some kind of assassin?

2) Lazy. I’ll probably start writing Monday.

3) No.

4) What the hay does that even mean?

1) That’s a pretty sizable stretch. My wording didn’t imply that in the slightest.

Generally you wouldn’t use lava because it’s unstable, rare on the planet’s surface, and dangerous to be around.

2) Pretty sure I’m not.

That’s a good question.

I wish I had a better answer for you.

I could refuse to be romantically involved with anypony, but I’d be lying to myself if tried to say I could refuse to love.

Oh, sorry. Other than taking some headache medicine and lying down I’m afraid not.

I mean, I often push on my head with my hooves to soften that pounding sensation. But that might not be a good idea medically, so I can’t advise it.

1) There are a number of possible reasons. Mental illness, upbringing, psychological scarring. Most of the time it’s not their fault that they’re disturbed, it’s just their fault for acting upon it.

2) Certainly; I enjoy a good hug! But there is no one key to happiness. And environment, mood, and relationship with the hugger dictate emotional response.

You lose the next second or so and stumble awkwardly out into the snow. You become aware of the rhythmic boom of the Giant’s hooffalls, only they’re a little faster, and much louder. Looking up you find that it’s much closer and headed straight for you!

Slipping a few times, you struggle to run as fast as you can toward the hopeful safety of the awning and beyond. But when you look back, the Giant doesn’t seem to be coming toward you anymore. It’s headed for the building your friends are still in. If they come out, that shadow could crush them; its massive size making it impossible to outrun. Alternately, if they stay inside, surely that electrical monster would destroy them.

You still have your bow, 19 arrows, and a sizable lead on the Giant from this position. No matter what decision you make, somepony’s life is going to be put in danger.

1) Since when? I mean-…

Wait a minute…

I remember you…

Just go.

2) If not for mentioning that you were flying, I’d have thought you were talking about a Mareio level.

3) Maybe Sparkler looks similar to me, but is purple.

4)

5) I can argue a little, mostly because I don’t shove my hoof in my mouth when I open it. But that doesn’t mean I like arguing.

6) I reserved that name on City of Ponies on Ponytector. Haven’t gotten around to doing anything with it yet.

7) No. Like the normal part of the game that everyone is expected to play is a survival horror. But once you beat the game it becomes the Sims.

Sort of like how post game for an MMO is raiding, or post game for Spore is trying to control the whole galaxy. It’s something you can do, but you don’t really have to.

Bonus points for the Deadly Premonition reference, though!

8) That’s funny. I neither recall confirming or denying anything.

All I said was it’s none of your business as a third party.

1) Alright, that’s about enough of that. Knew I should have just ignored that last one.

Family-friendly. No more talk about intercourse.

2) I was never very impressed with the series. Frequency was the first rhythm game I liked.

3) I don’t like arguing or debating.

4) I would want it to be Mickey’s Safari in Letterland.

In reality, it would probably be more like a survival horror turned Sims in the post game.

1) Y-yeah. Like I believe something like that. Pfft. I mean, right?

…

Thanks.

2) I’m afraid not.

Remember that revenge is not a freeing emotion; it will only consume. If you march to stop something like that from happening again, you may honor the memory of the fallen. If you march looking for vengeance, you will know no peace.

3) Is that any of your business?

I’m fairly certain this wasn’t drawn for me.

But wow…

1) Not upset surprised, just didn’t expect it.

2) And not necessarily my last day ever, just the last day I planned for. I have a friend that’s an aid at a high school and if she asks for me to sub for her I can’t say no.

1) You’d think Boscov would dominate the bed because of his size, but he’s actually very considerate and always makes sure there’s plenty of room.

2) In to? He likes quiet, relaxing things.

3) Bon-Bon looked a little surprised, but I don’t think Sweetie thought anything of it.

4) This was a moderate to severe autism class; the other kids didn’t even notice. We had to physically keep them off the jungle gym to make sure they didn’t come near where it happened.

…

Color and consistency of mustard. Bla~h… What a last day to go out on.

5) It was great! I had it for dinner, thank you!

One of the foals at work pooped on himself while on the playground.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to touch it.

1) They’re not so bad. Evidently even Opal can be civilized.

2) No no. I mean the ending of the simulation, where you finally find your father. You know, where the soldiers come in and kill everyone.

If I spoiled that for anypony, deeply sorry, but you took too long. Game’s been out long enough; Aeris dies.

3) Technically I speak Unified Equestrian; there just seems to be a lot of overlap with Human English.

4) I know what you mean. I’ve never played a game that felt right on a mouse and keyboard.

That crud is how you get Carpal Tunnel.

5) Oh mare, that’s no fun. I knew a filly that would get nauseous if she played a video game for more than an hour or so. It was a real shame. If she had time, over the course of a few weeks she could get pretty good at a game. I trained her to beat some hotshot that thought he was my rival in Tetris Attack. The look on his face was priceless.

Yeah, I think the guy I was watching had to get a strategy guide or somethin’.

That game’s nightmarish suburban paradise setting puts even the end of Fallout 3’s simulation to shame, though. I mean, makes the entire effort look down right pitiful.