I am sick of hearing you talk about my morals, about my beliefs, about what I do with my life. You don’t know me. You haven’t even TRIED to get to know me. You tell me that I don’t know the hardships of life? My parents were taken from me when I was six days old. I was raised by my grandfather. For the first year, he was only distant. On my first birthday, training began. He taught me to write. He taught me the languages I know. He never showed love. He never showed pride. The only kindness I received was when he decided to be merciful in a punishment. When I failed at any aspect of my training, I was beaten. If I disappointed him, I was beaten, if he was bored, I was beaten. Ever. Single. Day. If I made him angry enough, I spent the night in a coffin. A coffin. Almost every night. Until I was sixteen. Then he threw me out. My first and only friend was a bird. Then I met Windy ride, my first pony friend. My first Love. I watched her die; torn apart by a trio of griffons. I left her to die, I ran like a coward. Ever since, I have tried to be a good pony. That is my goal, Lyra. Not Happiness, not survival. When I wake up, My goal is to look myself in the mirror before bed. There are nights when I cannot. I have risked AND LOST my life and limbs to be a good pony. I live ONLY to help others. I fight through the pain and the voices every day to help other ponies. So don’t you EVER tell me that I do not know about hardship again.
You are not the only one that had a hard life.
Tell your sob story to somepony else. Because all I’m hearing is that you were safe until you grew up. Beaten, but in no real danger.
You reached adulthood with a free ride that I never got, and the training to defend yourself that I never got. After that, you screwed up your own life. Deal with it, and stay out of mine.
You’re looking in the wrong eyes if you’re expecting sympathy, Hero, ‘cause this mare had to play the villain far too long to care.
This is in celebration of my one thousandth post, which took place earlier today!
Like I said before, it’s nothing big. It’s just me and my lyre.
*Typewryter stands stunned*
She is not my daughter?
*He closes the distance between them, standing inches from her face, his voice a menacing growl*
Don't. EVER. say that again.
I love that filly more than anything. I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would sacrifice all of equestria for her. There is NOTHING I love more than that filly. I did not father her, but I AM her Daddy. And she saw nothing, she was asleep in the caravan; too young to even remember them. She just learned yesterday that I'm not her real father. you know what she said? "I don't care, you're still my daddy".
She is my daughter.
I am her Father.
You done? Because as far as threatening goes, you’re about on par with the Easter Bunny compared to what I’ve lived through.
Do whatever you want to whatever you feel like calling her. She’s your responsibility, not mine. And whether you’re capable of telling it or, I’m trying to keep it that way.
Just go to her, and stay out of my life. That’s the bottom-line. That’s always been the bottom-line.
mage-lyra replied to your post: Lyra? Say what you want about me. NEVER talk about my daughter. My daughter is healthy. MY DAUGHTER KNOWS THE SANITY THAT I CRAVE SO DESPERATELY! My Daughter’s mind is at peace. Hate me all you like. NEVER GET MY DAUGHTER INVOLVED!
“My daughter knows the sanity that I crave so desperately” This may actually call for the attention of Foal Protective Services.
As much as I don’t like Type, the reason I haven’t already called somepony is because I didn’t have anyone willing to look out for me twenty-four seven when I was growing up.
At least this way she has somepony to protect her. And judging by all the chaos that’s been going on around here, that’s probably valuable.
Lyra?
Say what you want about me.
NEVER talk about my daughter.
My daughter is healthy.
MY DAUGHTER KNOWS THE SANITY THAT I CRAVE SO DESPERATELY!
My Daughter's mind is at peace.
Hate me all you like.
NEVER GET MY DAUGHTER INVOLVED!
She’s not your daughter, just like Princess Celestia isn’t my mother. And no one is going to ever witness their parents get killed and come out without a mental scar.
If you don’t recognize that, I feel sorry for her.
Seeing Type brings up torturous nightmares?
It’s complicated, your highness.
Alright, Thank you. One last question:
If you can't already tell, I'm trying to make you two hate each other less. Are you okay with this?
Not really, no.
Aren’t I allowed to dislike somepony? I’m not hurting him. Do I have to hang out with everypony even if doing so brings up all the torturous nightmares I’ve suffered through?
I have not kept up with it, but I know you mentioned it before.
Server transfers? All my friends on Victoly! have probably left by now. Can I as an old fart character transfer to another server?
I actually spoke to a dev at SDCC, and he said there will be different levels of unlocked free content depending on how old your account is. Have they mentioned anything like that?
When is it coming out again? Cause I wanna play it again.
There’s already character transfers in the game now that you can buy. But once Freedom launches subscribers will also get (among lots of other things) one free server transfer per month, stacking. That’s one of the big things I was all giddy about when I first heard!
Yeah, there’s a brief write up on the veteran unlock stuff for returning players. There were pictures, but I can’t find them. If I remember right, if you played for two or three years you’ll have access to everything you’d expect to have (Controller/Mastermind, VEAT/Kheld ATs).
Most of the free stuff is just the old Vet Rewards mixed in with some quality-of-life-type stuff and things you’d ordinarily have to subscribe for.
I don’t know that they’ve given a specific date yet. It just went into open/closed beta so I’m figuring probably a month or two.
I’ve mentioned before that I play City of Pony.
Well, I just read about a bunch of the new stuff that’s going to come out once Issue 21 launches and the game becomes free-to-play. Wow, some awesome stuff is on it’s way!
Sorry, no questions leave me with nothing to post about.
askgrannysmith:
Y’alls have got to understand that I’m very, very old. So old, in fact, that when Applejack was a little filly, I was still as old looking as I am now.
Now that I think about that, I’ve got to pick up more makeup.
My old hip prevents me from being out in the fields, and that includes being with the cattle. It slips my mind that we even have cows sometimes, because I’ve only heard Applejack mention them a couple of times. Sorry, everypony!
I just figured you were trolling the young'uns. I thought it was hilarious!
:D as long as you do, then I'll do my best to try to be a good friend!
So I know you're not in the best position to answer this right now, but a day or two ago you said you were on a date with someone. I'm curious as to who the lucky colt is, and you said you might answer in private, sooooooo…
You don’t wonder why you exceed it, do you?
Edit: When was this limit implemented anyway? Is it recent?
Celles alive…
You’re definitely Pinkie Pie to be exceeding that.
