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.

If I’m supposed to get this bit, sorry I’m drawing a blank.

It does sound familiar, though…

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[Clap]

Psychonauts.

1) And what a lovely shade of red.

2) You’re incredible! Thank you!

Maybe too incredible. I feel inadequate as a writer by comparison.

3) No habla español.

4) No. I can’t control it. It just happen sometimes.

5) Meta powers says that might be wise.

I hate to break this to you, but that was a good memory.

For whatever reason he may have done it, he stuck his neck out to save my life. That as the first time anypony had ever put themselves in harm’s way for my sake.

I’ll… I’ll be here.

I never dated Blues.

I’ve never given the names of any of the three ponies I seriously dated before Boscov.

No. You have no idea. You have no idea what I learned when I was down in the belly- In the-In the very pit of it all!

It extends all the way to the tension at the Griffin border. I loved him, and he betrayed me. Betrayed everything I stood against. All the ponies I watched… And he was part of it…

He can… He can rot.

1) That story, along with a few others, have already been told. He betrayed me.

2) I have no idea who or what you’re talking about.

Uh… Lets see…

This one time me and some friends were hanging out at the video game store. I’ve mentioned the place before. Anyway, there was this guy I’d seen a few times before there too. He was kinda athletic and funny and he was kicking everypony’s behind at Smash Bros. The original. He asked me out and I said yes. Everypony giggled like immature foals.

As I was walking down the alley to meet him the following night, I got real nervous ‘cause I realized where I was. This wasn’t just an opposing gang’s territory, as I was a forced member of a gang at the time. This was the heart of an opposing gang’s territory. I might as well have been walking into the inner sanctum. I eventually wised up, but it was too late. Some tough looking ponies recognized me and “directed” me further on.

Before they gagged me, somepony must have heard my screams because a blue hoof reached out from the darkness and smashed one of their heads against a wall before dragging him into the shadows. The other three grabbed me and backed into the light. Evidently this had happened before, because the colt nearest to me threw me to the ground and placed his hoof on my head. I couldn’t understand much because of the intense headache I was getting from the pressure he was applying, but there was something about whoever attacked leaving or he’d crush my head!

Other than the ringing in my ears, it got real quiet. For several minutes there was nothing. The other two started to fan out a little, probably to look for the guy that was dragged off. They walked into the darkness. A few more minutes passed and they hadn’t come back. The last guy had lost all his energy pushing on my head, so he was literally standing on me by this point to make sure I was immobilized. When that blue colt came down from the warehouse rooftop on top of him, I heard his ankle snap before he could even fight back.

When it was over. The blue colt helped me up; the side of my face was bleeding from being forced down on a small rock the whole time. He asked if I was alright and told me to run; that his rescue had taken too long and more would be here soon. If I just booked as fast as I could down the straight path, I’d get out before more could encircle the area. I wanted to ask where he came from, why he was here, and why he saved me, but I wouldn’t get that chance for a good long while. I was more afraid than I was curious, so I turned and ran. I wouldn’t see him again for close to a year.

That was the first time I met my second coltfriend.