Well, then that’s good! You just keep going and you’ll be drawing all awesome and stuff in no time!

1) Don’t know for sure. The ponies that took care of me when I was young celebrated it on the 6th of April, so I’ve always just gone with that.

Evidently, when they were still trying to find my parents, they had somepony come in to approximate my age. All they could get out of it was that I was born sometime between May and the end of April.

Good luck with your sleepover!

2) For like the third or forth time; no. Not yet, not ever.

3) I can see why you’d try making that connection, but I’d be lying if I said yes.

Try this one. Maybe not the best fit for the both of us together, but I like it. We’ll call it my Favorite Song for the day! Haven’t done one of those in a while.

4) Had to look for that one. Thought this was from a advert at first. In fact, I wish it was.

The full song I found instead was… Just awful…

I was going to link to this when I thought you were talking about a advert, now I’m doing it to get that song out of my head.

5 and 6) I’m gonna try. Thanks for the encouragement!

And as an aside, I’m not pitifully asking for ponies to cheer me on with some sad sap routine. I’m just telling the truth. I can’t draw, I’d like to be able to draw. Time will tell if the desire for the later is strong enough to fuel a change to the former.

Have you tried telling the guards that you’re a colt and you don’t belong caged with fillies? If they don’t care, then I’m sorry to say this, but to borrow from a crude, modern dubbing of an old television special, “Charlie Brown, you are well [omitted] and far from home.”

Ha ha~! That was a joke for our human audience. I’m just playing, obviously. Equestrian correctional facilities aren’t so bad. I would know; I’ve been arrested more than once.

I’ve heard horror stories about the ones on Human Earth, though.

I just never thought about it before, I guess. That probably makes me a complete idiot.

I was just… so looking forward to it. Meeting a family that doesn’t hate me, or judge me. That I wouldn’t have to try and impress. People that were interested in me and I was interested in them and I could just be myself and not have to think about-…

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Think about anything bad…

But whenever it happens, it’ll just be another-…

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[Sniff] And I guess it’ll be my fault. My fault for feeling so strongly about it. For having-

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Oh Celestia it’s coming back again…

Excuse me…

To be honest, when playing the first two Deus Ex games, I was all about nano-augmentation and got everything I could. But when I was playing Deus Ex 3, I was disappointed to find out that not turning on your augmentations had no bearing on the story (obviously there wouldn’t be any physical changes, but I would have expected a psychological aspect of refusing to use them).

I guess at the nano-technical level, it’s invisible so you don’t think about it. And I understand if it’s a replacement for an injury. But the idea of purposely removing a body part to replace it with an enhanced one? It just seems… unnatural to me.

Now, I would never choose death over it, or even to live handicapped if there’s an option. And when you throw in neurological augmentations to improve higher brain functionality? Things get really shaky. But I would like to think I would accept only what was necessary to retain what would have been lost.

Cliche, maybe, but…

There isn’t really any big story for that. Was first formally introduced to her when we were assigned as partners for a project in… I want to say junior high. We worked together and got a good grade. I hung out a lot with her after that, but only at school.

She moved to Ponyville and some time later so did I. We prearranged my moving in with her and the rest just grew up from there.

I was going to link you to my Bon-Bon tagged messages, but evidently that tag doesn’t even work anymore!

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Okay, I went back and grabbed the posts I could to retag as something that would work. I don’t think it’s as many as it used to be, but it’s the best I can do without going through thousands of posts.

The sidebar’s tag has been updated to reflect this, so it’ll work now too.

I overheard Pinkie talking about her experiences foal-sitting in the market place, so I decided it might be a good idea if I explained a few things that might seem odd.

It’s not strange for a baby pegasus to fly or a baby unicorn to use magic. At that size a pegasus doesn’t have to generate as much lift to get off the ground. As the pegasus grows it will gain weight and in most cases lose that ability for a while until its wings catch up. Likewise, a baby unicorn can inadvertently cast all manner of spells. Yes, there’s even been reported cases of self levitation and phase walking, which are ordinarily very advanced and very difficult spells to maintain. But they’ll also grow into a stage where they lose that ability. I can’t explain exactly how that works, because how a unicorn uses magic isn’t deemed fit as common knowledge for everypony to know.

In short, there’s nothing strange about a foal flying or tossing around objects with magic. It’s uncommon, but not strange.

Uh… Lets see…

This one time me and some friends were hanging out at the video game store. I’ve mentioned the place before. Anyway, there was this guy I’d seen a few times before there too. He was kinda athletic and funny and he was kicking everypony’s behind at Smash Bros. The original. He asked me out and I said yes. Everypony giggled like immature foals.

As I was walking down the alley to meet him the following night, I got real nervous ‘cause I realized where I was. This wasn’t just an opposing gang’s territory, as I was a forced member of a gang at the time. This was the heart of an opposing gang’s territory. I might as well have been walking into the inner sanctum. I eventually wised up, but it was too late. Some tough looking ponies recognized me and “directed” me further on.

Before they gagged me, somepony must have heard my screams because a blue hoof reached out from the darkness and smashed one of their heads against a wall before dragging him into the shadows. The other three grabbed me and backed into the light. Evidently this had happened before, because the colt nearest to me threw me to the ground and placed his hoof on my head. I couldn’t understand much because of the intense headache I was getting from the pressure he was applying, but there was something about whoever attacked leaving or he’d crush my head!

Other than the ringing in my ears, it got real quiet. For several minutes there was nothing. The other two started to fan out a little, probably to look for the guy that was dragged off. They walked into the darkness. A few more minutes passed and they hadn’t come back. The last guy had lost all his energy pushing on my head, so he was literally standing on me by this point to make sure I was immobilized. When that blue colt came down from the warehouse rooftop on top of him, I heard his ankle snap before he could even fight back.

When it was over. The blue colt helped me up; the side of my face was bleeding from being forced down on a small rock the whole time. He asked if I was alright and told me to run; that his rescue had taken too long and more would be here soon. If I just booked as fast as I could down the straight path, I’d get out before more could encircle the area. I wanted to ask where he came from, why he was here, and why he saved me, but I wouldn’t get that chance for a good long while. I was more afraid than I was curious, so I turned and ran. I wouldn’t see him again for close to a year.

That was the first time I met my second coltfriend.

In a carriage next to a storefront.

And if you can find them, go right the [omitted] ahead.

You want to know the truth? I can’t let go. I can’t ignore it. I can’t tell myself enough that I’m never going to find them. I’ve spent years talking to contacts, spending money I don’t have, trying to find something, anything that might tell me-…

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But there’s always that stupid spark in the back of my head. That yearning that it was… justified somehow. That one day they’ll find me and explain everything and they’ll love me and support me and help me get a real job and I won’t have to constantly owe others and…

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[Sniff]

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I… I hate it. I hate them…

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1) The only time you have to use your legal name is in legal capacities. You’re free to tell any random passerby on the street that your name is whatever you want to go by.

Unless they can prove that they’re a member of the guard and are asking for your name on official business, which still falls under legal capacities.

2) Can’t go wrong joining the Illuminati. Just be careful; I’ve heard it’s like Hotel Coltifornia. You can checkout anytime you like, but you can never leave.

3) Like someone lifting you up only to slap you back down.

4) Wouldn’t matter if he did or not… Equestrian society requires that in any marriage involving a pony, both participants must take the surname of the pony. It was put into place when interspecies marriage was legalized in an effort to ensure proper Equestrian societarian integration.

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It’s… It’s fine, though. Was never all that interested in getting married anyway… I mean, it’s just a formality, right?

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His last name is Arctos.

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I suppose I’m just as qualified to address this as anypony else. I’ve looked into the subject for what should seem like obvious reasons. Either way it’s not a short answer, so it’s after the break.

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Because I was on the other side of Canterlot and couldn’t make it back to the castle. Which happened pretty often…

The ones I was crammed with didn’t have a choice, they just had no where to go.

That was a happier memory, though. Huddled together for warmth with friends.

Oh… Um… Well… See…

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Oh!

One semester in college I studied abnormal psychology.

Then… Uh…

Hmm…

Oh right!

There was a student in one of the classes I’ve substituted in a few times. She had Schizophrenia. Once you’ve seen that, you don’t mistake it ever again.

You could watch her expression and tell when the voices were starting to get to her. Then she’d either laugh, call out a little with some harmless disregarding comments, or start screaming and swearing like I haven’t heard since I was running around the alleyways of Canterlot. And you could never tell which was going to happen.

She got violent a few times, but never struck anyone. Just things like slamming and kicking doors. Eventually she was relocated to a different school in a different Sped program. I don’t know where.

Edit: Sped stands for Special Education.

Repost because I’m not a clever pony.

Or maybe I am drunk. Whatever.

Maybe, maybe not.

Seems to me your society has a lot more freedoms than ours. Plus, our taxes are pretty steep and all but necessitate having a job.

See, Equestria isn’t taxed on income like your society. We’re taxed on possession. The more you own, it’s assumed the more you make, and thus the more you owe. If you’re out of work, this will quickly eat away at everything you have left.

Both of our worlds still have intolerance toward race. Only ours also has intolerance towards other sapient species. These aren’t just people that look different or come from different backgrounds, they fundamentally are different. Paws instead of hooves, beaks instead of muzzles.

Both of our worlds have a problem with underage relationships, only ours in spades. Ponies don’t like to talk about it, but there are far too many that think it’s okay for a child and an adult, or two children to be in a romantic relationship. Some even go so far as to think it’s “cute.”

Even a Utopia has it’s share of problems. And all of that is ignoring the situation between us and the griffons.