29 August 2015 @ 08:59 pm
[Once again, Strong Bad is here. It's almost like he's only been gone for like a day or something. And he's complaining, so pretty much nothing has changed.]

Hey, all y'all from the gem-rock superfriend squad made it back here, right? I saw everybody hopping on a bus and I tried to draw up some rocket skates to catch up with you, but one of y'alls got a foot made of lead. Luckily our magical horse-friend was nice enough to come back for me.

So I'm back. And I wasn't gone that long in horsetown time, but for me it's been a couple of weeks. Lemme see if I still got the situation down: barrier down, new tree, new princess, we're speeding to the final throwdown?

...and I've gone from having awesome power to being a completely non-magic horse again. THAT helps. Seriously, though---I dunno if you heard already, but here's what we've gotta stick to: keep your muscles ripped, but your friendships...not-ripped. So I'm still working on my moves, but I figure what's more important is getting to know y'all again. Making up for lost time.

To those ends: I've fixed up the old slamatorium if anyone wants to roll around in the dirt, and if you'd rather hang, I've got some soy rinds and a couch. Can't believe I'm stuck eating this bird food again, but...it's surprisingly not-that-awful.
 
 
11 August 2015 @ 12:42 am
[Hey, guess what, it's Strong Bad.

Guess what else, he's wearing a black apron. And he's chilling in the kitchen, bowls and morsels laid before him. There's also a plate of cookies toward the edge of the table, all colors.]


You ever have those nights when you just need to get your hands dirty and make something? 'Cause I do. So I've made about three dozen cookies in the last two hours, and no way can I eat that much. I mean...I can, but I shudder to think of what my girth would begin to resemble.

So y'know what? For once, I'll give y'all something. No strings attached. Come on down to the shack and take it---and if you want to help me perfect these more exotic recipes, come on down.
 
 
26 July 2015 @ 09:19 pm
[Its true that she's answering questions for those in the scroll. However, she knows that not everypony was looking at the scrolls, reading the story. So, she decides to open up to others outside the story, while the story was still going.

Even if she's just the book's version of it, there's no denying the sheer presence of this creature, with good reason, of course.

So she smiles, then speaks, her voice everywhere and nowhere at the same time.]


GOOD AFTERNOON, EVERYPONY. I'M CERTAIN YOU ALL HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT MY PRESENCE IN THIS STORY, AND PROBABLY OTHER THINGS.

I'LL DO MY BEST TO ANSWER THEM.
 
 
28 June 2015 @ 12:24 pm
You ever ask yourself why the crap you're still here? Because I do. Seems like just about everybody I fell into caring about got a golden ticket back home in the last few weeks, leaving me here. To carry on the awesomeness by my lonesome.

And with very little in the way of morality-minded compadres to hold me back, I thought about re-igniting a reign of terror the likes of which you've never seen before. But in my case, 'terror' would just mean rolling barrels in the middle of the walkway or tracking mud places. I mean...I'm just about back to square one with the whole making friends thing, so it's like: where do I go from here?
stretching metaphors like a stretchy thing )
 
 
[Who's this pony? His face certainly isn't familiar...at least, not without that trademark black mask. But the voice, lower and flatter than it's ever sounded, is definitely Strong Bad's. Yes, apparently that's him, but he won't even look at the scroll directly.]

Lemme make one thing crystal-clear: I never want to hear a word about friendship again. At least not where I'm concerned.

I'm nobody's friend. Been there, tried it...and ended up being the bad guy anyway, so I'm thinking life's trying to tell me to stick to what I know. We're all be much happier pony-people this way, and that's just how it's gonna have to be.

So, uh...I hate you. I guess.
 
 
Well last week was some shit. You know, usually I'd get quick and right to quips and all that cute bullshit but after agonizing about whether I should write this crap at all I'm just going to get this crap out right now.

What does it mean to have hope? Or, I guess, what does hope mean to you?

I mean. I guess I thought I had a handle on having hope and shit. And I've talked about it a lot but. Hell.

I guess I wonder if maybe I never really got it. And if not getting it can make it just as bad as not having hope at all. Don't get me wrong, I'm not such an asshole I'm saying to just chuck hope over the wall when you're feeling down but. Shit.

I guess I just needed to ask. And I have the scroll. So hell.

If I can't ask over this to my friends, even if it's dumb bullshit, what the hell good is this thing?
 
 
So, hey. I've got a question, now that th'world is back to what passes for "normal" 'round here.

What do you do if it turns out that you've been livin' a lie all your life? Not, like, in the Mayfield sense, but... what if you thought you were a hero and you turned out to only be hurtin' people, or...

[Flare goes quiet, and glances away.]

...or what if you believed you were cursed, only t'find out it was all in your head, and you were only holdin' yourself back? What do you do when you find that sorta thing out?

[Private to Zetta] )
 
 
[Bertie knows he's not a fighter by this point. He's invited ponies from the village to come hide in his and Dante's cave, and there's a gaggle of them gathered around, some already gray-eyed and drained of their powers. What one of them has told him is something that needs to be shared, though. And it's something that he wants to take part in. It's already the afternoon and so many ponies are already affected. He's not sure how much longer Tirek's reign of terror will continue.]

Hullo, everypony! Bertie Wooster here. I know we've all been having an awfully rough go of it with that Tirek blighter bobbing about, hoovering up everyone's cutie marks and powers. But I know we're all fighting the good fight, as well. And there are three ponies who should be here with us to do that, powers or not.

I'm going to Tartarus to rescue the princesses. They've been down there for hours now and there are a frightful lot of fiends scurrying about in the place. If this villains escaped from there, I'm more than certain there's got to be a dreadful lot of trouble in Tartarus. Ms. Nana Granate is a pony who sort of... runs it. I think? She'll probably need our help, too.

There's something that she told us the last time Ms. Zecora, Dante, and I managed to get lost down there: The door to Tartarus appears where it's needed.

[He glances off-screen and motions. A pale blue Earth pony with a silver mane leans into the frame of view.]

Mr. Terry Cloth arrived at mine and Dante's cave just half an hour ago. He found the door to Tartarus in his home.

[Terry speaks up.]

Yeah... it's kind of, like, where my bathroom used to be. So, that's awkward.

[Bertie's earnest expression fills the scroll again as the other stallion leans back out.]

He's at 331 Clipclop Drive in Ponyville. I'll be meeting anypony who wants to help there in two hours. It's a lot of time, but we haven't got much before the whole town is drained. Be careful moving there and avoid that villain at all costs!

((OOC: The log post associated with this is located HERE.))
 
 
08 March 2015 @ 03:07 pm
[Good afternoon folks! It's everybody favorite... oh... it's her. Clearly she's up to a deep profound philosophical discussion of everybody's current situation.]

Hello everybody.

I just wanted to tell you today: I find you all adorable.

That is all.
 
 
This is a text message for a reason, got it? So don't you dare switch to audio or visual on me. I mean...you can if you want, if you just want to yell to the incredible visual of a blank stare from me, but as hilarious as that is for you it defeats the purpose of communication.

Yeah. I...kinda-sorta invoked the wrath of the wrong god who used. You know those stories when the vain lady brags and gets turned into a hag? Or the athlete guy thinks he can outrun Adonis or whoever, and his foot gets turned into a sandbag? It went like that, except she took my hearing.

...that probably needs explanation. What happened was I snapped at her when the windigoes were in town. And when I tried making it up to her, she didn't believe it. Not coming from me. And unless I can prove I definitely didn't mean any of what I said...she's gone and I'm deaf forever.

So, tell me: what would a true friend do?
 
 
30 January 2015 @ 03:16 pm
[It is immediately apparent that Mia is not okay - her eyes are wider than usual and not settling on anything, and she's also twitching a little.]

I'm not sure this is okay. I was really tired after being out getting everyone inside during the snowstorm, and I'd heard coffee was good for getting energy up so I went and got some and now I'm having trouble concentrating, does this happen to anyone else? It could be a problem if something urgent happens and I can't use my Psynergy and as much as I don't think there'll be one this soon after that I should be ready for it and I'm pretty sure I'm not right now.

[Hopefully that's all.]
 
 
'Sup, peoples. It's a Strong Bad again. Listen, I'm, uh, sorry about how that filming turned out. Turns out putting a powder keg next to one of the film reels was not my most brilliant idea of the year. But I'll make it even better for next time!

But this isn't about that. This is about Decemberween. Or, as you apparently call it, Hearths'warming eve. Because everything in this town needs an overly cutesy and sentimental name. It's that thing where you freeze your butt off trying to get someone a gift that they're not at all likely to appreciate, right?
the grinch's heart has some growing pains )
 
 
09 November 2014 @ 10:15 pm
[Everyone will see Strong Bad surrounded by a variety of props: a few trees, some scarecrows, a cart crudely dolled up to look like a futuristic car, a nunchuk-gun, a throne with thorns sticking out of it, and a black electric guitar with red streaks. His mane is tied back for once, and he's sporting a pair of bright orange shades. He's grinning, clearly excited about something.]

Listen up! I know y'all have been busy fluffing your fluff pieces, barbing your dark-umentaries, and punching out action scenes for your film projects, but if anybody's looking for an amazing last-minute career opportunity? I've got one with your name on it, in neon lights. Under my name, of course.

Back home, I'm something of an awesome director, writer, and actor. The triple threat. My crown jewel was the Dangeresque trilogy: the gripping tale of a top-notch secret agent and his team of varying levels of competence, solving mysteries and jumping off tall buildings. This'll be a total reboot of the concept: new characters, new dangers, more horses. That last one's made it kind of hard to hold a gun, but I'm finally getting to a point where I might be able to make this movie.
opportunity of a lifetime right here )
 
 
09 November 2014 @ 03:52 pm
[Several weeks had passed since the white-maned unicorn has appeared, though perhaps that was for the best. In the early part of the day, however, the two red eyes appeared once again. And, once again, she has an address for everybody in Ponyville.]

[This ought to be good.]


Attention, everyone.

I had been noticing a change since my arrival in which the relative degree of coldness has increased. I have also observed that the available sources of sustenance such as apples, fruits, and berries, have also diminished.

Yet I am surprised by the lack of alarm at this. Rather than assume that this is a plot of the fiend that had blotted out the moon and sun, this new change in the environment is not worrisome? Has there been collaboration to end this threat that I am not aware of? Where is the panic? The call to arms? The melee in the streets?

Something is unusual in this instance and I would know what it is.
 
 
26 October 2014 @ 04:55 pm
[Action]

[So apparently Ponyworld hasn't had enough of picking on good ol Cameron, nope. Guess he had to go to sleep thinking maybe tomorrow he wouldn't wake up as someone else...but no, he had to come out a bed that didn't belong to him.

Cameron prepared to go on another dramatic and catatonic melt down, but when he caught sight of his reflection to find that he was none other than that time-traveling teen Marty McFly. Sure, he still wanted to throw down a staircase yelling, but at least it wasn't a blob.

Actually, he could do something with this...he could be someone that isn't Cameron. The start of a new Cameron--no, not the start of Cameron: the start of CameronMarty.

After that meltdown, the now dragon (wow working hands!) started to explore his new domicile and hit the scroll. Look out world, here's CameronMarty!]


[Visual]



Read more... )
 
 
 

[Hope you like just staring at an empty wrestling ring painted a gaudy orange and red. Well, it’s not entirely empty, as there is a rather large, crotchety raccoon just laying in the middle of the ring. Someone shoved a little black t-shirt on it though it’s hard to tell since it’s not moving. Is it sleeping? Dead? It’s pretty hard to say, perhaps as hard to say as to why anyone would show this to others.


And then Jappleack just comes from the side of the screen, pulling herself up by one of the side cords of the ring to land in it. She thinks it looks bad ass, though how much it really does is hard to tell. She’s wearing a black t-shirt like the raccoon, though it’s easier to see that on the front of it is written in white, and sloppy, lettering “HATE MACHTENE”. It doesn’t appear to be stitched on - really, it’s like someone tried to paint it on the fabric.]

Hey funkers. I know we’re talking about getting along and that’s great, but we all have some aggression we have to get out still. So I’d like to suggest a fun and awesome way that allows everyone to beat the crap out of each other without any hard feelings.

It’s called wrestling, and it’s awesome.


[And there’s a surprise Strong Bad! He’s added white markings to his black markings, making him look like a depraved football fan. He’s morally opposed to shirt-wearing, of course, so instead he wears a black rag around a foreleg with a snake design painted on it.]


And if y’all don’t know what that is, basically, you throw yourself at someone and pin them down. When they can’t get back up, you win. Actually, uh---I”m thinking this could go wrong a few different ways. Maybe we should demonstrate.


Yeah so what you do is beat the other person up like this-

[Which is when Jappleack throws a hoof at Strong Bad’s stomach - not hard enough to really hurt him, but enough to get the point across-]

Then you pin their asses to the ground like this.

[Which is when she’ll be trying to force him to the ground to pin him to the ground.]

That’s pretty much it. I mean usually it goes on longer than that but that’s the basic idea of what you do whup the other dude’s ass. But the assbeatings are actually the least important part of wrestling. Cause if the fighting was the biggest part we could just be starting brawls in the bar or something. It’s about beating up others, but it’s also about putting on a show.

[Strong Bad grunts pitifully, really drags it out...and then bounces back up with a smirk.]

Yeah. Most wrestling you see on TV is totally fixed. All those rivalries are scripted by execs in board rooms, and every match’s outcome was planned months in advance. The Ponyville Wrestling Federation, I can assure you, is gonna be entirely legit.

BUT that doesn’t mean you can prance in here like this is a game of horseshoes. You’ve still gotta get yourself wrestling names. And a costume, if you want. When you’ve got your name and your look, come see us at the Slamatorium.

Gotta decide where you stand too. You can be a face or a heel - that’s a good guy or a bad guy, you don’t know how to speak this shit. Anyone can come wrestle, even if you’ve got super powers and crap, but either keep that shit to a minimum or don’t use it at all. Think you can use it to put on a good show? Sweet, do that. But no one wants to see Jackass Poweroverwhelming punch Goober McNormal’s face for a full five minutes without any give and take.


….Also? Try and keep away from Ricky if you can.

[She gives a look over at the raccoon.]

I mean, you can try moving him you wanna, but it’s your funeral if you try.




 
 
Hey peoples. It's Strong Bad. I'm sure many of you aren't thrilled to read that name again, but you'll just have to deal with it.

Last time I tried talking to y'all like this, I ended up sending half the town after me with torches and pitchforks. And as awesome as I'm sure an encore performance would be, I'm not in the mood today. So, uh. I swear I'm not trying to start a fight this time. I come in peace. For the most part.
wrestleman at it again )
 
 
28 August 2014 @ 09:49 am
[Dandy disappeared for a few days, not that he's expecting anyone to notice. They should've, I mean, he is fantastic, but when he addresses the scroll he acts like nothing ever happened.]

Hey, listen up, I actually have a plan, so maybe you should sit down and hear me out for once. Especially you guys trying to form an angry mob or something. Not that I'm opposed to a good ass beating, but you geniuses are dealing with a lady here.

[He's talking about the Pale Pony, if that wasn't clear enough yet.]

Honestly, I'm surprised in you. I thought ponies fed off friendship or some crap. ...I know you at least wail on people over it... [He rubs the side of his face momentarily as he looks off to the side. That is not a happy face he's making as he strolls down memory lane. But hey! He's all smiles again when he looks back.] So why the hell are you planning to kill some chick?

Lemme propose a step above friendship, I'm talkin' the power of love, baby! Women like these usually have some emotional backstory, who wants to bet she's really hurting on the inside? Maybe throw in some daddy issues while we're at it. Nothing a little tender loving care can handle, you know what I'm saying? That's why I'm going to score with the Pale Pony. That's right!

[Hold your applause.]

Step one? [He digs into his jacket pocket and whips out a long piece of cloth.] Boom! Blindfold. Can't use her creepy eye magic if I can't see her eyes. She might even buy the whole "in it for her personality" if I can't even get a look at that booty.

Science side of Ponyville might need to help me come up with the next steps, but I think I'm onto something here. Dandy out!
 
 
[Wow, Marty's making a post again. Shocker.

He seems lightly distracted though. He doesn't look worried or stressed out or anything, but he doesn't seem to be looking at his scroll directly. If you were in the commune though at the time of the post, you'd see that he was looking at a nearby calender.]

... Christ, is it seriously June 20th already?

[He... doesn't seem to be like he's about to explain the significance of June 20th but he might explain it if someone asks.

To be frank this is basically Marty being a little more clever than just going "Gosh, that thing that I want sure is cool. It'd be awesome if someone gave it to me for my birthday". He wasn't really aware that this was his intent, but he is 18 now and, as shallow as it might eventually sound, felt like he should at least celebrate it with someone.]
 
 
Judging by the 400 percent increase in parent-related whining over the past day or so, it must be Fathers' Day. Ah, Fathers' Day. A good ol' corporate-created 'holiday' used to spur quickly regretted purchases of flashy bicycle parts and malfunctioning outdoor grills. And cold ones. I mean, I wouldn't say no to one of those. I could pretend to be someone's dad for one of those.
ranting ahoy! )