This is Zaukodar’s player here. To everyone out there who celebrates it: have a Happy Thanksgiving and take a minute to thank someone for being a good influence in your life. To those who don’t, have a good day anyway and remember to do the same. Gratitude given in earnestness will extend your life.
I will… I will have you back Rainbow Dash, whatever it takes. You will be mine forever!
Stop looking at me like that! Ugh! Dweebs!
Photo by Frysco at MFF2013
Oi. I saw half of that. o_o
I saw the above clip and shed some tears. If there is any doubt about there being good in the world today, watch this.
"And for this cause ye shall have fulness of joy…"
I have sat up at night, gazing upon the crystals that light my cavern. It would seem that all things are at their fruition, for I have a growing hoard, my beloved Filly-de-Chambre at my side and all but completely mated to me, and I have even been graced to meet and house my young sister, a few winters of age and a good companion to the one named Spike.
And yet there is one thing lacking yet. The ponies—how infectious they are!—have a unity that is unknown to dragons. There is much less love between us than there is between ponies and through all I can piece together I have discovered the cause and entrenchment of it. Balbardah, who I watched die in my arms so many winters ago, knew it before any of us. That is why the Traitor used his puppets to drive her to hopelessness and why he sought to bury the truth.
The Heartstone Grand is now purged of that demonic influence and its light shines purely. Alas, were all things so peaceful, for now Pauzulrozak the Chief Elder has possession of it. I have felt his dark influence and I know he will use any means he can to fulfill his agenda. The Heartstone will not answer him, but its presence in his hoard solidifies his authority and strengthens his mandate to go forth and retake the rest of dragonkind…and likely the world.
My life is owed to the ponies, for they braved ancient evil to bring me back from the depths of oblivion. Through their actions I have come to see that dragonkind has lost its way and will remain in darkness if there is not a second light to beckon them to repentence and peace.
My work may well have just begun. These are the opening days of the next age of dragons, and possibly the world.
OOC: This isn’t the first time Merriweather has had to deal with dragons. And if you’re wondering how to operate that weird coffee brewer she’s using, see merris explanation of the principle over here.
One extra large coffee, coming up. What does the Dragon want? I’m guessing decaf?
Grumpy dragons waking up from naps highly prefer caffeine with some emerald scones.
For those of you who follow XCOM, you’ll know a new expansion just recently came out called Enemy Within. The main selling points of this game are expanded mission content, bunches of maps, and a slew of new upgrades for your soldiers. One of them is the MEC Trooper upgrade, and from an out-of-game standpoint this bugged me a bit.
In the game, you get this material that either allows for additional genetic enhancement or lets you lop off body parts and replace them with mechanic limbs. No warning for the soldiers, this isn’t a final reserve option for those who are dying, you just check a soldier and send them to amputate their limbs. What happens to these poor shmucks when they get reintegrated into society? Can they? They give up futures just for an extra edge in combat…that’s a dangerous thing, even for a game.
Then again, I will admit it is completely awesome that my first MEC Trooper punched a Muton through a train. Not “into a train,” not “through the wall of a train,” but an honest to goodness through the entirety of a train’s width.
Just taking a moment to wish a Happy Halloween to all of you out there. Stay safe, have fun, and remember to stay off my porch!
No, really, stay off my porch. I will light trick-or-treaters on fire.
I have never seen my beloved as beautiful as that day.
(A great many thanks to sunshinederp! Fantastic work, as always!)
Finished Saints Row 4, I think I like Kinzie way more now :<
Johnny Gat is back. I shed a tear of joy when I got to see him killing bad guys again.
It is a strange experience to attend a pony wedding. There is so much attention put into the details: which cloth covers the tables, which refreshments are served, the selection of music, the choice of attire, the gifts, the speeches, hearing the Princess Celestia mispronounce “marriage” on the first pass…it is all very complicated. But as strange as it is to attend it, it is an even stranger experience to be the “groom.”
Over one year ago, while resting in Canterlot’s palace as a guest of the Princesses, one of the maid servants came and tended to my needs by lighting fires and providing meals, both of pony cuisine and of gems. She was unlike other ponies I had met prior to that moment: she was tall and slim, with hidden strength underneath a fierce internal discipline. Her movements were flawlessly graceful and her posture was perfect. For a moment I thought her a daughter of the Princesses. So I watched her and took conversation with her when I could. Little did I realize I was developing feelings of attraction and love until we shared our first kiss.
I am surprised at the direction my life took at that point. Princesses are the typical target for a dragon’s “lust,” not servants, and while there is precedent for dragons taking on companions not of our own kind it is unheard of for a deep love to spring between them. There is an order to all things for dragons, and one law quite clearly specifies the conditions under which a dragon sire and a dragon maiden may be bound together as mates. It can be a long process, but once satisfied it is irrevocable. This same law does not apply to non-dragons, which put me in a difficult position to pursue this pony.
The divine powers of this world have a way of accomodating true love, however. Through the machinations of the powers within the Heartstone Grand—a long and complicated story—Filly-de-Chambre ceased to be a pony and became a dragoness of comparable development to me. This came at two difficult prices, however. First, the transition was not flawless and required a skilled magician to heal her of the flaws that were introduced, placing her in considerable danger of going feral or worse. We were blessed to have the best scholar of all to help her, and to this day I have tried teaching her how to use her body more effectively. It amuses me that despite having strong wings she refuses to learn to fly.
Second, unknown to us all, the machinations had also placed a curse upon me. It became triggered by the changeling Pixie Dust, though none of us knew it would lead to what it did. My body became sick, weak, and expelling from it filth unlike anything anyone had ever beheld. It consumed me from within, and over the course of months I slowly drew closer to death. Only through great tribulations did my friends find the cause of my curse and bring the light that lifted me from that darkness. Dying, whether witnessing it or experiencing it, causes one to think more closely of the things that matter most and changes even the hardest of beings. I resolved, within four months of my healing, to make Filly-de-Chambre mine and to do so in the traditions she had grown up with.
I have great pride in my heritage and someday soon I shall fulfill the conditions that I may be bound to my wife after the customs of my kindred. Having set that pride away for now I may safely say that never before have I ever been as happy as I was to hear that my beloved Filly-de-Chambre would choose me to be her companion for the rest of our very long lives.