Dinh AaronMk

Swag lords: The quest to become popular.

You know, this is almost awesome enough in an ironic sense to be interesting. Does it really need to be in Free RP though?

Team/Hat Fortress/Simulator 2(014)

That is amazing.

Fallout: Equestria - of RP and Bellyrubs

Hoover Wasteland

Out of the gate, and on the open roads again. For once a brahmin at his back, and a sack full of salvage. A gun in its holster at his hip. Cracked asphalt at his hooves. The alternating warmth of concrete and the cool muddy feeling of mud. The crackling breeze as it twisted through the bending boughs of two-hundred year dead trees.

It had been ten years since Equestria as he knew was scrubbed clean of balefire radiation and the pockets of taint which made malicious monsters. Though it was not a doubt they still remained, the wasteland looked as if it could breath again. If a little.

Poking up around the rocks left behind where buildings once stood or the metal wrecks of skywagons long crashed and abandoned the green signs of life grew weakly. Though much if it weak and yellowing, purity was returning to Equestria. Slowly, but progress was visible. Colors no pony has ever seen in the wider wastes were springing to growth, dampening the strength of the oppressing gray and brown of a desolated wasteland. Adding greens and yellows were the first dormant plants grew out as pioneers to a restored world.

But these splashes of colors still were subjects to the oppression of wasteland gray. But beyond the cities it was a change. In the industrial, urban ruin of Equestria past there was naught but neon to change the gray. But that was unnatural, alien. It did nothing to make the pony feel well to himself the way a fledgling blade of grass peeling out through the empty skull of a carbonized skeleton. Signs of healing were abundant in the wider wasteland, where it permitted. But the cities were still a ruin.

For Rusted, cities were little more than a glorified roadhouse. Though large, complex, and inhabited by many they were just not a home to him. He had not been born into a city. He hadn't been born to be sedentary. For as long as he remembered he was moving. He, and his families. When a cousin was born to his small clan they'd be on the move hardly a day after.

There was comfort in being on the move. Though having lost his own family and their caravan, Rusted had seen too many burned out and raided out settlements plucked off the face of the Wasteland by raiders or monsters. He had seen far few wrecks of a caravan. And when he had come to after loosing his own kin, struggled up in the care of that doctor, he had moved out first thing as soon as he could. He just wasn't built. He wasn't that sort of pony.

And stopping just meant he couldn't outrace that moment. He had to keep moving. To move past it. He had found ways as much as Alms had found his own.

He hadn't ever had an experience as easy as at the gates of that one of several nameless Hoover settlements. All checkpoints, no matter who owned them, had an element of scrutiny. But there... There they had given back his gear and waved them off. No one questioned the heavy metal box that weighed on his Brahmin's back. They looked at him, faces relentless in their apathy and nodded him off.

And without story or protest, he was in the wasteland. Heading east.

He danced in his head the map of Equestria as he knew it. Hardly orderly, a abstract and distorted vision of the nation that fitted more his concept of placement than it did distance. Route 29 would have taken Rusted due north of Gallopping Gorge, forcing him to flirt with the cold winds that flowed from the north. Though whether or not those were dealt by Light Bringer wasn't a matter he knew off, they were always chilly and dark. Even by day there was a lingering arctic cloud. One that threatened snow until coming to a brisk billowing stop.

27 would cut him over the gorge. But he would have to head south first, to the Smokey Mountain and the tail of the Unicorn range. Though not entering them and leaving the sand-blasted and naked peaks to his southern face. Chase the range over the gorge's southern tip. Then into the mountains Canterlot called home, brisking several miles north of the cratered city. And he could find his way there.

The voyage would be long, and speckled with only small settlements. But that would be expected of the Equestrian North-West.

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Level Gained
Level footnote: level 2
Skill footnote: Barter 32/100

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Peace Keeper said
I'm back to normal. Thank the God of Chess for whatever he did made me into a normal person, again.Also; No magic, right?However, considering there's drakeborn, are there also supernatural entities?

Nevermind the dragon people. They're not the only crazy-ass hybrid or creature going on here.

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It's a fine start. Though a broad concern would be the lack of narrative to establish the setting. Descriptions of the gardens, the buildings, weather, and sounds of the party. As the post stands it is kind of bland. The only real description I can call up is that of clothing. But we had no real physical descriptions. Though that itself can be difficult to do without rattling off every single physical point in one long list, and apart from broader features you'll have to pay attention to details as they go along; like how so-and-so's nose flairs when they're upset or if it's long how it might be dotted with wine if he too excitedly drinks from his goblet, among other things. Or leave that behind in a sort of in-perspective monologue about someone's appearance or a character's thoughts on his own outward appearance if he goes to look in a mirror as an example.

Minor things I might point out would be that you probably couldn't have noted the gender of the priestess, even with the foreign title. It could have been done organically if a phrase like, "she added" was tossed in at the end of her dialog and we can piece it together there. And if you're going to begin a paragraph with "half hour later" then a bolded "thirty minutes later" subtitle is pretty necessary.

Otherwise, you seem to be on the right track. As I like to approach any NRP I get into and if possible I tackle it as I would a standard RP. Just with more available characters under more strict personal control than any other NPC. And you seem to have shown you're aware that often characters - even in the same nation - have agendas of their own and will openly play that out.

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Vilageidiotx said
Another reason to break out the ol' Houbot.

HOUBOT ACTIVE
RAPE FUNCTIONALITIES: ONLINE
ALL OTAKU PASSIVE-AGGRESSORS WILL BE ANALLY READJUSTED

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I have over 82 items on my rotator. I used to make my own signatures but I decided I'd just rip things I think are amusing.

One of the things I put into my rotator lately are the phenomenon known as "Plane Ponies". It's an /mlp/ thing, general premise is you take an airplane and turn it into a cartoon horse and it does pone things. More often than not their fighter jets, and more often it's the write and drawfags that present them with some very fun personality.

Then there's also the Predator Drone pone.

And then you got a lot of praise for best troll from the staff: MA Larson and satyr.

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Pepperm1nts said
@Byrd:

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