I’d never heard of him until last night.
But it all looks so effortless! It’s like he just oozes metal!
I’d never heard of him until last night.
But it all looks so effortless! It’s like he just oozes metal!
I knew when I posted it that one was going to be a little too complicated.
It was my bad. Sorry, Boscov!
The eyepatch was used in various professions, most of the time by ponies that still had both eyes.
Read the words I wrote and use your brain.
In short, I said he’s neither a pedophile nor a crack addict.
Took a minute, but I got it.


You don’t have any lockpicks.
You don’t know who slenderpony is.
There’s nothing to collect.
You don’t want to hug Princess.
You don’t want to talk to Princess.
You’re just standing outside in the snow! It’s freakin’ cold and it’s getting colder by the second!
There’s no door so you drag yourself inside before you get frostbite in your hoofsies! Still shivering like a manmare, you wipe the snow off your body while Princess and Amy follow suit.
After you regain control of your senses, you apologize to yourself for flipping out like that. All that snow was piling up on your back and it’s really cold. Evidently, you hadn’t quite recovered from the last sortie through the snow, because holy crud that was so cold it hurt!
Princess emits a light from her horn and you look around to get your bearings straight. You appear to be at the far end of a hallway that goes the length of the building’s curved side. That’s straight ahead. To the left is another open doorway leading to a room, but it’s too dark to see what’s inside. The stone walls are bare and, try as you might, you can’t find a single marking of interest. The building feels cold, but at least you’re out of the snow.
You pause to remind yourself of the trip here. If you traveled without stopping to eat, it would likely take four hours to descend the mountain and climb back up, plus whatever time it would take to gather supplies in town.
Okay, somepony told me a way to fix my problem, so that’ll be the last post that takes up so much space.
Thank you again!
Boscov is a pedo toward crack. He only likes it before it’s mixed and cooked.
You know, when it isn’t an abusive drug.
This is really hard… I shoulda got Boscov to help me with this one, but I’m too far along now.
In case there was some confusion, I’m not working on the theme from Skyrim yet. It’s on the short list, but I have something else to get out of the way first.