It warmed my Egbert heart.
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It warmed my Egbert heart.
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I still consider this a victory.kefkafloyd wrote: ↑Sat Aug 23, 2014 12:09 amToastGhost: Congratulations, you wrote a human in equestria thing, turns out you are the brony. P+++
Yeah, this.Perrydotto wrote: ↑Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:08 pmI was going to do a big thing and everything but then life happened
Sorry
Rousseau argues that law should be established early, before its subjects become "incorrigible" and set in their ways. An Internet gathering is free to mold itself in any way it desires, but doing so requires a discerning will from the outset.One which, already bound by some unity of origin, interest, or convention, has never yet felt the real yoke of law; one that has neither customs nor superstitions deeply ingrained, [...] and, lastly, one which unites the consistency of an ancient people with the docility of a new one.
FTFYkefkafloyd wrote: ↑Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:42 amBlarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl Blarg Barghl
Durandal looked around in amazement. “A poster? What? No, look. I’m supposed to find someone here, a Kefkafloyd. It’s about Tailspin.”
At the mention of Tailspin’s name, Kefka’s ironic smile faded. He looked Durandal up and down again, as if really seeing him for the first time. “Tailspin you say….hmm. Well that’s me, kid. The name’s Floyd. Kefka. Kefkafloyd. And I guess after that little show you know why.” He flipped a card out of his pocket at handed it to Durandal. Durandal examined the card, it was a custom made Rarity, flattened into a business card. In fancy script it read: “Kefkafloyd: Moderator – Typographer – Wanderer.”
“Well, you see….” Durandal began, “Tailspin has become somewhat of a…..problem. He’s holed himself up inside of a demented place he calls his ‘Party Palooza’, and spends all his time ranting about an ancient monster he calls ‘Furamek’, and how Sunset Shimmer is a legitimate villain character with redeemable qualities!”
Kefka sat silently for a moment, the slender plume wafting from his cigar as though also in contemplation of this turn of events. “Well, I think it’s time to show this guy who’s the mod around here.” He hitched up his cargo pants, wrapped a scarf around his neck, and from a locker behind him produced a gun and two EMP automags – one of them was labeled “PROBATION”, and the other “BANISHMENT”. Durandal silently hoped that they wouldn’t be needed as he checked his chronometer and went to get his steamcycle.
~~~~~
Kefka and Durandal stood outside the gate of the Palooza, from which various flatulating noises emitted. Momar stood outside with a high-powered rifle, trying to keep the riff-raff from spreading to the rest of Steam City. Kefka swaggered past carelessly and pushed a button on the intercom. “Tailspin, you hawk-nosed sausage smoker!” Kefka yelled. “You got less than five seconds to get out here or you’re getting’ a suicide king right in the schnitzel hole!” On the intercom’s viewscreen, an image appeared in reply.
“It’s time to kick butt and not do anything else,” Kefka said as he punched his fist into the gate controls and jammed some wires together, causing the gates to open. Striding inside, he found Tailspin sitting like a king, his one hand mashing the “Quick Reply” button, and his other hand wrapped in an iron wrist brace. “Don’t make another step, baldo” he barked, then held up his arm. “Do you see this brace? It’s there because the trolling powers inside this hand are so strong that if I don’t keep it braced all the time, it will take over my body and bring about the apocalypse and release Whitenoise from his ancient prison. Don’t make me do it! There’ll be nothing you can do to stop it!”
Kefka, cool and detached as always, simply shrugged his shoulders. “You know what? You’re right. I can’t beat you at your own game. Let’s just agree to disagree, okay?”
“Don’t tell me the great Kefka is giving up that easily! Hahaha! That means I’m the mod now! The masses are all under my control and I have ultimate power! User loses posting privileges for 3 days!” he cackled. In the midst of his revelry, Kefka produced a small derringer from his scarf and fired. Without a sound, without a puff of smoke or fanfare of any sort. Tailspin was simply gone. “I’ll leave you to your duties then” Kefka said slyly before swaggering back out into the real world.
“What did you do? I wanna do that!” said Momar. “I slapped him with a damping field generator that makes him both invisible and mute. He doesn’t realize it’s there, and he’s too dumb to remove it, so he’ll never bother us again” Kefka said with a self-satisfied grin. “By science! You’re a genius!” Durandal exclaimed. “All in a day’s work, kid.” Kefka blew a blue whorl of smoke into the air, his scarf streaming behind him, an ace idly twirling in one hand as with the other he scratched the stubble of days of ruggedly unshaving. The smoke in the air curled around until it formed the words “PANTONE 7541 C”. “What’s that?” asked Durandal. “It’s the code for…uh, well…..Ah, you know what, you wouldn’t understand,” he fumbled, before stamping out the half-burnt cigar on the ground and mounting his technosteamcycle. He took off without another word, blazing his way into the dying sunset.
Forever.
O. U wur sirious?kefkafloyd wrote: ↑Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:42 amBe mindful that you have until midnight eastern tonight to submit your thing if you haven't done so. Otherwise, enjoy a free forums vacation!
Not much point in saving yourself when all the good posters will be out anyway, tbh.
blasmeister wrote: ↑Wed Aug 27, 2014 1:59 pmDon't cry for me PPPP,
the truth is I never left you
All through my shitposts,
my bad threadmaking
I kept by my code:
No effortposting
Of course, he's only got just under 2.5 hours to do it...