1) Don’t pokemon have personalities independent of their species? How would I answer this? I mean, I like Jolteon. Doesn’t mean I identify with it.
2) Maybe. Maybe events are manipulated a little to give the appearance that we’re more unified than we are. Maybe that manipulation causes ponies to subconsciously behave better; because their internal voice expects it of them. Maybe other nations fear our unwavering loyalty to one another, and what that could do if directed toward a threat.
Maybe.
3) Cooler than not having weapons? I guess so. But they’re also dangerous.
4) Thanks, but I sort of played that game to death. I appreciate the notification, though!
5) Everypony can be a chump now and again. Nopony’s perfect.
6) I knew about Matt, that’s how I found out about the show. But I hadn’t heard anything about Mike. That’s fantastic! Do you have any voice credits for him?
1) What does that have to do with who set the cameras up?
2) That’s an expensive habit there, buddy.
3) Non-ponies are fully capable of filling earth and pegasus pony positions. It’s just that too many typical unicorns can’t.
4) Sure. Sounds like a hoot.
5) Maybe not as far as a hope, but I certainly wouldn’t have to worry about Sweetie’s career taking off.
6) Used to be. And it’s because Princess Celestia wanted to find the source. If all she did was clean up the streets, whatever was causing the gang lifestyle to flourish would have moved elsewhere, where it would take longer to find again and be harder to track. Everyday the Princess had to make conscious decisions that I’d never want to make, but they had to be done.
And the source was found and eliminated. It led back to the former griffon government, hence the rocky political situation between us.
7) Don’t be silly! Ah-ha! I’m fine! I’m on top of things like a cake topper!
Either my first or second day out on the streets, once I was too old to stay in the castle during the day, I stumbled upon a group of older kids who called me over. They asked me a bunch of questions, like where my parents were and where I lived, and tried to explain a bunch of things. I barely understood any of it, but they led me to a street corner where a bunch of other foals around my age were playing. There I met my best friend.
We ran and sang and bounced rocks. When the guard patrols came around, we hid together from them like the older ponies did, even though they told us not to. We talked about what we knew and what we wanted to know. About our dreams and aspirations- the kind of things it’s easy to talk about when you’re younger. I tripped and fell at one point and she helped me up and made me feel better. We played together all day until it got dark and the older ponies said I had to go home. I was sad, but she said she’d see me again tomorrow.
I met her again the next day. She gave me a hug and we played again all day. She was the first real friend I’d ever had. I valued every moment I spent with her. I came back the next day, then again the next day, and the next day. Time seems to pass slower when you’re younger, so I don’t really know how long I knew her. But eventually the day came that she didn’t come back.
I asked and some of the other foals said that maybe she was sick. Next day, same thing. And again, and again. Eventually they wouldn’t even answer me. They’d just look away or ignore me if I asked about her. She was just gone. I never found out for sure what happened to her.
1) I haven’t, though somepony has brought it up before.
2) I can see this dialog is really gonna go places, with ground-breaking research and proper citations.
3) I am, but it’s not. You shouldn’t feel the need to prove anything to me.
4) Too bad.
5) Remember that question about triggers?
Here’s one.
6) Zero. Unless you mean visual contact.
7) I’ve actually spoken about this before. Growing up I was right there with the grime. Keep your head down, your eyes averted and your mouth shut. As an adult, I understand the importance of speaking out. If I had made more attempts to contact law enforcement, I’d have been a lot better off. Maybe some more lives could have been saved in the long run too.
Where to start.
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That’s a pretty complicated question. As I’ve mentioned before, I only understand feminism as it exists in the human world.
See, just as women traditionally only held jobs like nurses and teachers in the past, stallions traditionally only worked as things like soldiers or laborers. They would risk life and limb with no hope of branching out into a safer or less physically extensive field. And of course, just like in the human world, mares have always been free to carry whatever job they want, even if mare soldiers were ridiculed the same way human male nurses are.
These divides still exist. They’re more subtle now, but you can look around any given town and see it; most of the ponies walking around are fillies because the most of the colts joined the military. And since mares don’t really get sick during pregnancy, this whole stay-at-home-mother thing never happened in our world.
In that way, I can sympathize with feminism the same way I sympathize with colt rights movements. It’s not fair for one sex to have an advantage and something needs to be done. What I can’t do is say I can relate to either, or that I fully understand it. I’ve felt out-of-place and rejected, sure, but never for being a filly.
Stallions may be physically stronger than mares, but a kick from an out-of-shape unicorn mare is still going to do some real damage. Even after everything that’s happened to me, I’m not afraid to go out alone at night. I might have some mental scars or knee-jerk reactions, but I don’t even think about it unless it’s brought up. I think we ponies have an easier time in that regard because of our physiology, and that in turn gives us a psychological advantage.
There’s a lot more I could say, but this is already getting pretty long.
I support equality.
Delightful, considering I used to be forced into theft.
Dragons stay at bay because of our magically capable numbers, but back before the formation of Equestria even pegasus and earth ponies were capable of deterring dragons.
And the only strength leaders possess is what their followers give them. Griffon history is the perfect example of what happens when leaders take advantage of their subjects. Riddled with assassinations, rebellions, and governments overthrown overnight. Why? Because their leaders don’t respect the power their followers possess, which is far greater than their own. And those followers remove them.
Even Princess Celestia only rules over us because we allow her to do so. Even with her being immortal to anything we’re capable of, she and Princess Luna could still be removed from power. Our numbers and individual strength are far too great to defend against.
Leadership is only a byproduct of society, and society is formed around ponies working together to specialize in their craft, field, or talent. Unity is our strength.
I think I first met him when he first made a tumblr. I was a little unnerved, but I gave him a chance and he turned out to be a nice bear. Until he was possessed by something wicked, that is. He was terrifying! He looked like a demon! I don’t remember how, but somepony reversed that and he went back to normal.
But I’d read what he’d say and occasionally we’d talk. I think we first formally met at a party or two. I know he helped look for Sweetie when she ran away. He slowly became a friend.
But occasionally somepony would ask him a question on tumblr about having a crush on somepony and I thought “There’s no way. Absolutely no way.” But the more I rolled it around in my head, the more it seemed to make sense. I thought about just leaving it alone, but I sat down and asked myself, “What does this really mean?”
“A bear has a crush on me. Is this a bad thing?” I had no reason to mind. He’s always been a sweetheart to me. I had went on a date with somepony else not long before hoof, but he was always really busy and it didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
“Would this work… physically?” I had to look up some stuff I never thought I’d have to look up to answer that. Measure and calculate some things that almost seem comical at this point.
“If it doesn’t work out, could we still be friends?” Admittedly he doesn’t always come off that way, but for the most part he’s more of the calm, logical-type. It’s a good possibility we’d be friends even if we couldn’t be a couple.
“Is it really worth a shot? Is there any reason why trying would be a bad idea?” I could think of only one or two, and I think I remember asking them when I first confronted him about a date. Which is what happened next- I just asked him if I was the pony he had a crush on and he said yes. Everything else just grew after that night. Slow at first, but here we are today.
It’s strange thinking about it now. I don’t know the exact date, but it’s coming on a year now since we became a couple. … So much has happened and yet I’m still left wondering where all the time has gone.
As with all real forces within our world, magic must abide by the rules in which our world is comprised. Magic has the potential to do anything; it will never be able to do everything. And even if it could, why would we want it to? The kind of destructive nature magic of that magnitude could have in the wrong hooves would be apocalyptic.
This is why we have hospitals. This is why we still have to grow food. This is why houses take more than a day to build and why death is still a threat.
Fantasy and magic are two different things, but it seems like sometimes ponies forget that.
1) Nope. When Equestria was founded by the new-found peace of pegasus, earth, and unicorn ponies it was a land without society. The only species that inhabited it were globally considered either animals or monsters in that they possessed no societarian structure.
2) Tried is a good word for it, considering the only reason America won was due to Britain being forced to focus completely on the French Revolution happening right next door.
No, the mere act and date of your country winning its freedom holds no real significance. It’s what the nation has done in the centuries following that mattered.
3) It was no coincidence. I moved to Ponyville on the day before the Summer Sun Celebration, because of the Summer Sun Celebration. That marked the end of my temporary position as an ambient musician in Canterlot. Everything had already been prearranged. I had no idea Twilight was moving here too, and neither did she, until after the Nightmare Moon incident.
4) That name sounds suspicious.
5) If this is a reference, I’m not following.
6) You’re a hateful creature for sending something like this.
7) Never heard of the genre. I’ve seen metafictional elements used time after time in other works, but never one dedicated to it.
Unless you count Mystery Science Theater 3000.
This is not new information. If you added up all the time I should have served in correctional facilities…
…
I remember the second time I was arrested, Princess Celestia herself came to release me. The first time she thought it was a mistake, but this time… The look she gave me… I tried to explain, but all she said was, “We are responsible for our own actions.”
… Maybe that’s true, but I didn’t see any way out at the time. I did everything in my power to not get caught after that. Anything to not see that look from her again… It’s one thing for everyday ponies to be disappointed in you, but for the princess to be? That’s enough to make you wanna crawl into a corner and never get up.
1) B: I believe the whole point of Lyra leaving somepony else in charge of her blog was to allow her and the bear to have some time together. Wouldn’t make a whole lot of sense if he was the one answering for her, now would it?
B: You may refer to me as B. Or Bee of you feel like unnecessarily spelling something out for no reason.
2) B: Oh, that was a special occasion. We met in a dimly-lit, classy little alleyway where I dragged her, at the time, skinny little [omitted] out of an open window and arrested her for breaking-and-entering and attempted theft. She didn’t put up much of a struggle; I think I may have hurt her pride a little more than her tailbone from that landing. Oh, and imagine my surprise when I discovered she was a repeat offender.
Lyra Edit: I still remember your sweet, sweet eyes that evening. I wanted to tear them out of your skull.
