That’s very eloquent, but my eyes don’t change color. My profile picture was made for me shortly after I started this page by Dinky Doo, and I’m very grateful to her for it. To think she made it for me as an apology for eating some muffins.

That happened several months before I ever met Boscov.

If you’re wondering about any discrepancies between the various pictures I’d had gifted to me, keep in mind they’re just artists renderings. There’s bound to be inaccuracies, particularly between me and the various other Lyras.

Unit ready!

…

Our base is under attack!

Low power…

Anypony remember Red Alert? That game was so fun! But the story mode was so~ impossibly hard!

I can honestly say I love him.

Uh… I wouldn’t know.

Might want to let them come down first.

Lot of drugs leave a pretty potent smell.

The same way you’d kiss a pony.

Princess has a point. You apologize and tell them your real name, along with a background.

You were born on a farm in a quiet town and had a simple youth. Your siblings made certain you remained in school and studied a vast number of subjects. You tried a number of things growing up, but found your special talent in metallurgy, explaining your cutie mark. Your family was supportive but sad by your decision to move off the apple farm and begin your training as a blacksmith. You still visit your brother and sister, but your grandmother has since passed on.

Your name is Applebloom. Your cutie mark is a hammer hovering over a red anvil with a leaf hanging off of the step, making up the anvil’s horn.

You finish up by telling them they don’t have to give you their names. They can consider this information part of the apology.

The only information they offer so far is that they were also born in Ponyville.

The three of you are warmed up enough to try something else.

No.

You ask Princess if she can redraw the map with a little more detail, but she says what’s there already should serve it’s purpose well enough. Food is short, so time is of the essence here. Namy seems a little sad by your implied critique of her work.

After you suggest checking out the little face drawing, the three of you set out through the snow. It’s cold on your hoofsies and the snow coming down chills you further with each passing second.

You activate your super secret special talent and shapeshift into a jet fighter! Taking off at the blink of an eye you quickly pick up speed and gain altitude. Before long, you’re high enough to begin your strike! Bombs rain down in a fantastic fashion and obliterate the surrounding area! Then you turn your attention to the cursed sun and speed toward it through space! It’ll never see you coming!

…

Not really. In fact, none of that happened. You just started galloping around in circles making engine and explosion noises. When your pseudonym partners ask you what you’re doing, you just tell them you’re keeping warm.

The three of you start to look though the wreckage of what appears to have at one point been a house. But every time you wipe snow off of something, more comes down to replace it. You continuously get colder and colder and eventually Princess requests the three of you head back to the awning. Being that there’s no way you’ll get any work done like this, you can’t help but agree.

Back where you began, and trying to warm up with more fighter jet noises, you pause and ask for your companion’s real names. Princess, hooves on her hips, looks offended, saying you’re the one that started the name-lying game. She and Namy already know each other’s names, and would have told you if you’d been straightforward at the start. But now even if you told them yours, they’d have to think about it.

Namy says she doesn’t mind being called Namy because it’s sort of like Amy, and that’s kind of a cool name.

Hug me when I’m awake again later today. Was out this morning helping Bon-Bon with yard work and I didn’t get enough sleep.

Certainly, plenty of times.

Not so much anymore, though. It always turns into a back and forth and I invariably escalate things too far.

You’re just a chicken.

Ah-cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep!

A few minutes pass and Namy abruptly lands in front of the two of you and back under the awning. After shaking the snow off, she pulls out a piece of paper to show the both of you. She says she’s sorry it’s not very good, she tried her best but the cold was starting to get to her.

It looks like a map of the area. The three of you are in the northwestern corner. Namy says the small boxes are the destroyed buildings. She couldn’t be sure what the other three were.

Surely there’s some locks to try picking out there somewhere.