Over my dead body.

Which I assure you as a more difficult feat than it may sound.

Sounds like somepony’s been taking Mickey Rooney’s Crazy Pills.

I have an obvious idea in mind, but I’m not sure what Boscov’s favorite genre of music is.

For all the conversations we’ve had, I don’t recall it ever coming up.

Well, what he got me was sort of expensive. I’m not sure I could match him bit for bit in honey.

No.

“I didn’t put those in my bag.”

Or…

“Hmm! A pony with expensive tastes I see!”

…

Could always go with:

“We couldn’t fit it all in.”

Oh… No.

Evidently I said something in passing and he got it for me. It’s a pretty incredible gift. Not sure what to give him in return.

That’s an imagine I wish I didn’t have.

I do worry, though. After he got shot, I worry about him…

Yeah… Yeah I guess so.

I mean, there’s still so much to talk about.

W… What?

No. No! I-I hadn’t-

Is… Is he…?

Noted.

It’s not as though I intend to get married anytime soon anyway. We haven’t even been together for half a year. We have yet to even have a fight! So cool your racist jets.

Bigot.

Edit: I do love him, though. So suck on that.

Wouldn’t that be a rag? A wash rag? A napkin would get all fragile and could easily rip during the assault. To that end, you could just use the towel you have. That way you don’t have to waste space!

Either way, you aren’t sure where you’d find chloroform.

Lets see… Why a toothbrush… Well, there’s the obvious applications if you also brought toothpaste. You could use it to scrub something if it’s dirty. That second one seems likely, seeing as you’re wondering around a bunch of ruins. You hold your hoof to remind yourself to get a toothbrush.

…

Is… Is that a beetle? It is! It is a beetle! Oh wonder of wonders! There it goes! You take two steps in pursuit before falling face-first into the ground, because you were still holding your own hoof.

That really hurt! You check your nose only to find that you’ve begun bleeding! You feel pretty stupid and embarrassed as ponies crowd around and ask if you’re alright.

You’ve managed to take your first bit of damage on this little adventure. Not quite in anyway you could have imagined, though.

You’d leave right now to head up the mountain, but the ponies surrounding you are blocking your way. Plus your vision is blurred from tears.

I can’t play jack squat right now. Or rather, I can’t record jack squat.

That reminds me, though. I need to transfer over my bookmarks before somepony comes to try and service my computer. There’s a chance they’ll have to wipe everything.

Thanks for inadvertently reminding me, though!

Edit: And I’ll update the CYOA thing later tonight. Sorry about that.

Sorry, but I have to reblog this because Deus Ex.

That’s pretty much my life, too.

By the by, if you didn’t know, here are some other tumblrs that run CYOAs. Ones that have pictures!

Moonstuck (Run by the source of this reblog.)

Twilight Adventure? (I don’t know that this one has a name.)

Sugercube Chronicles (This one is a huge collaboration!)