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       #Post#: 3539--------------------------------------------------
       Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Haywire Date: September 19, 2014, 10:12 pm
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       Night had fallen, the air carrying a small chill as Winter
       crawled closer and begun to slowly but surely freeze the city
       and cause most ponies to remain indoors to avoid the myth of
       catching a cold from the weather alone. Fires were stoked, stews
       cooked and comfy talks over hot cocoa shared between the mares
       and stallions of Canterlot as they settled in for another cozy
       evening of being embraced by the warmth of a fire, family's love
       or other, but one place was not so warm nor so cozy and was far
       from comfy that night.
       Deep in the city, among mostly abandoned buildings left in
       disrepair due to damage being inflicted upon them almost as
       commonly as the rising of the sun, sat a workshop, the windows
       dark as no lights - aside from small ones of varying colors
       attached to many odd shapes in the shadows - being lit within to
       give any hint of the goings on inside. This was because the work
       being done inside this building was not meant for civilians to
       witness, most of whom already knowing to avoid this dangerous
       location like it bore a plague, only the bravest of few having
       dared venture inside, all of whom being kicked right back out
       with new and annoying boo boos granted by the many machines and
       gadgets inside to show for their foolishness.
       Only one pony was able to come and go from this place as he
       pleased. One pony who could not only find safety in such a
       madhouse of twisted and malicious technology, but was also the
       one responsible for it to begin with. The master of this den of
       inconveniences and menacing plans. The most diabolical of super
       villains the country had ever had the misfortune to go "Oh, so
       he's a thing I guess" towards...
       A small green stallion wearing orange goggles, a small black
       cape with matching top hat for dramatic exits and entrances, and
       a fake mustache perfect for twirling in devilish delight.
       Haywire, the pinnacle of villainy, was currently standing atop a
       platform of scurry metal with spook lights all over it as he
       cackled like a madpony and let his hooves move as blurs across
       the controls of the really big and square thingie he'd built, it
       taking up a large portion of the workshop and feeding into a
       second machine shaped more like a dome beside it.
       "It's almost time, Bubo!" he squealed in glee, his mechanical
       henchbird cawing in a reply beside him as it adjusted the
       eyepatch and pirate hat it wore to the best of it's ability,
       "Soon, we will finally achieve something never before thought
       possible by our generation! A feat so incredible that it will be
       known from this night onwards as the night where everything
       changed! We! Will! Reach! The! MOON!
       "And blow it up!" he tagged on for exposition purposes, Bubo
       locking up afterwards and falling to the metal platform with a
       clank as Hay worked to punch in the finishing commands to the
       process of lunar destruction. His machine groaned as he reached
       for its final lever, "And now! Everypony who ever called me
       crazy will witness just how crazy I am! Crazy with science! With
       crazy science! SCIENCE CRAZY!" A long string of laughter left
       him as he gave the lever a tug, all of this culminating in...
       Nothing!
       Wait...
       Hay gave the a confused grunt then scratched his mane and pulled
       on the same lever a few more times. Huh... He was certain this
       was going to work...
       "Bubo!" Hay called out in annoyance, his bird side kick
       remaining a statue on the ground as it gave a weak chirp,
       "Explain! I thought I told you to test drive this thing on that
       barn down in Ponyville! Why isn't this working?! What
       happened!?"
       Bubo decided it best not to try and explain how it was
       impossible for him to move something so large by himself.
       "Grr! All my plans! All my dreams of changing history and
       somehow becoming rich from this are all crashing down around me!
       Why me? whyyyyyy!?" on that last note of self pity the machine
       woke up, sending a tremor through its entire mass as it stirred
       and began to perform its duty of readying the workshop for what
       it should have always been meant to do from the start!
       The roof began to split down the middle, each half slowly
       pulling back to reveal the night sky above, the countless stars
       shimmering and reflecting off of Hay's goggles as he grinned up
       at them. The dome thing next to the platform began to rise up,
       extending itself higher and higher until it cleared the roof and
       towered above, Hay's cape billowing in some random wind as the
       domes highest point then also opened up so as to extend out the
       barrel of his destructive machine and aimed for the large sphere
       reflecting light down and onto the city. Steam was released from
       many vents of both the dome and the platform, pistons kept their
       rhythm, gears spun, smoke rose from a number of cracks and, more
       importantly, electricity arced as the machine charged itself up.
       "Yes!" Hay cheered as blue arcs moved up and down the barrel
       that was slowly adjusting its aim, "Yes! Finally! It's almost
       time! The moment is almost here! The world will finally get a
       true taste of what my science is capable of! You will all see!
       do you hear me! You will all see!!" nopony heard since he had no
       neighbors, but Hay didn't care, his excitement and joy for the
       coming event eclipsing the reality of his talking mostly to
       himself as he counted down the moons final moments.
       Just one blast and the moon would be history! And nopony could
       stop it! Maybe!
       Hay laughed some more.
       This was fun. He gave Bubo a small nudge to check on him then
       began to twirl his mustache in the most villainous way he could.
       #Post#: 3584--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Dark Date: September 22, 2014, 10:48 am
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       Patrol Officer Dark Matter shivered against a seemingly random
       breeze as it tore through the night. He wished the armor
       provided just a little bit more cover. His storyteller senses
       tingled; that breeze was just enough to send a villain's cape
       billowing! There must be crime afoot!
       He peered around suspiciously. He was alone tonight; his partner
       had caught a cold (which he blamed on the weather) and opted to
       stay home. Regulation stated that he should take another
       officer, but he didn't care. More exciting things happen when
       you're on your own, that's basic drama FACT, and nopony will
       know if you just decide to take a short break.
       Seeing nothing overtly villainous in the immediate vicinity, he
       decided to follow his instincts, which said... This way! He
       began galloping in the direction his instincts said before he
       begins hearing the rumblings of a no-doubt evil machine. In the
       completely opposite direction. Cursing under his breath, he
       wheeled about, tripping over his regulation pike as he did so.
       He did really hate the thing; heroes had swords, or knives, or
       hoofblades, or what have you, while the spear was for no-name
       soldiers who did nothing but bungle everything up and possibly
       get saved. He'd have to remember to have another talk with his
       commander about that.
       He galloped on, into a district of mostly uninhabited buildings
       in various states of decrepitness. Near the center, he could see
       blue flashes from some unknown source, probably eldritch,
       sinister, or some mix of the two. Whatever the source, it
       appeared to be hidden behind the walls of the building in front
       of him, which in turn appeared to have some sort of huge... pole
       sticking out of it? Almost like...
       A cannon!
       From the inside, he could swear he could hear a villainous
       cackle even above the machinery. He slowed, feeling a little
       apprehensive. That's a pretty evil pony if their laugh is louder
       than their doomsday devices.
       He decided not to follow proper protocol, and instead just barge
       in uninvited and unannounced. Heroes don't say they're there to
       stop the villain until they can actually see them, after all,
       and they most certainly don't ask permission. He does more or
       less regret making his entrance so hasty, though, as he tripped
       over the entranceway, unknowingly dodging a barrage of marbles
       shooting over his head by one of the dastardly devices guarding
       the lair. He stood up in time, however, to catch a wave of what
       seemed to be mostly pots and pans coming from where the marbles
       shot, the tide of cookery pulling him deeper into the workshop.
       He hopes this isn't loud enough for the dastardly villain to
       hear. Heroes are heralded by their own heroic decree of
       challenge, not by the dishes their mothers couldn't get them to
       clean.
       #Post#: 3605--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Ryo Date: September 23, 2014, 2:16 pm
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       In one of the houses located in a more populated area, mostly
       being populated by lesser nobles, was a fairly good conditioned
       house, that instead of being fully lit with light from candles
       and fireplaces, was simply illuminated by a single candle in one
       of the side windows. If one would take a look inside, they would
       only spot a oldish looking pony sitting in a arm chair, reading
       a book. This was, however only an illusion, to make the house
       look populated. In reality, the only living pony in the
       residence was located multiple feet underground. In a secret
       lair of a known hero, Supermare.
       However, the pony present there was not the real Supermare. The
       real hero was currently recovering from an severe accident
       including an unicycle, that left her with four broken hooves,
       broken horn and somehow even an broken tail. Instead, in the
       secret lair of the Supermare, a blue unicorn sat on a small
       chair, staring at a red crystal, that would warn the hero of
       terrible evil that possibly was or was not happening. The lair
       was filled with various gadgets, some small, others big, their
       sole purpose was to aid the Supermare in stopping crime and evil
       doers. There was a big display mannequins, that held few outfits
       of the hero, all identical to each others, and on one wall was a
       big, tube like contraption, that teleported the Supermare out
       from the lair, without it's location being revealed to possible
       bypassers.
       Ryo looked nervous as she stared at the crystal. Besides few
       small pickpocket and burglars, that Ryo somehow managed to stop,
       she hadn't been alarmed to perform other heroic deeds on the
       streets of Canterlot. She had been the first one to arrive on
       the spot when the real Supermare got hurt, and was in that spot
       named as her follower, to keep up the good reputation of the
       Supermare while the other mare was recovering in the hospital.
       Ryo was idly naming all the fruits she could remember, when
       suddenly the crystal came to life, began to sound a ear piercing
       alarm and flash red. Ryo panicked and fell down from the chair.
       After the alarm went quiet, the crystal began to show a faint
       image of the crime being committed. Ryo stumbled for a moment
       before she managed to get back on her hooves and look at the
       crystal again. Ryo saw a greenish pony, somewhat silly suited in
       her opinion, laughing manically as a big machine was slowly
       coming to life. The picture then "zoomed" out, showing the
       entire building shifting. Ryo had no idea what or where the
       place was, but she managed to see the street name on the
       crystal. With that she would hopefully find this, most likely
       villainy villain. She just hoped they wouldn't bee too villainy.
       Ryo quickly pulled on the Supermare's outfit. It kinda looked
       like a jumpsuit of sorts, with a hood. She then wrapped the
       gadget belt around her waist, attached the cape around her neck,
       pulled the boots on her hooves and finally placed a mask on her
       face. With one final gulp, Ryo stepped to the teleporter, and
       she was off to stop the evil villain of evil villainousness. The
       teleporter made a loud noise, before the scenery around Ryo
       changed completely. She was now standing in the Canterlot's
       central park, or the central park's fountain, to be exact. The
       teleporter was still kinda new to her, and she didn't know how
       to use it properly yet. Ryo didn't let this small mishap stop
       her, as she mustered all her courage and galloped towards the
       house that she saw in the crystal. She had to stop by few houses
       couple of time though, to ask directions to the address she had
       seen, and it took her a moment to find the right place.
       Ryo took a pair of binoculars from her tool belt and observed
       the house, and the cannon-like thing still raising from inside
       it from a nearby roof. Ryo failed to spot a guard entering the
       building, as she had just stopped her recon operation, and
       returned the binoculars to her belt. Ryo took a hook shot from
       her belt. She shot the hook on a nearby streetlight, and after
       doing a small hoof pump for hitting the thing on her first try,
       Ryo swinged herself over the street, and to the raising roof of
       the evil house. She activated magnets on her boots, that allowed
       her to land on the roof and get a good grip on it. Or at least
       that's how she planned it. Ryo only saw a rather slim metal pipe
       running along the roof, on the edge of the other half of the
       opening roof, and without thinking aimed all her hooves to it.
       She failed to keep her balance, and instead spun down and was
       now hanging upside down, her hooves still firmly planted on the
       pipe. Now that she was technically inside the evil house, Ryo
       saw the villainy mastermind behind the possible crime that was
       most likely gonna happen, and she said with somewhat shaky voice
       "S-stop right there... E-evil v-villain..."
       #Post#: 3649--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Potato Ponie Date: September 27, 2014, 5:28 pm
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       Idaho, a potato farmer from Ponyville, was trotting home from
       the store. It was a bit late, but Idaho's train had been delayed
       so he'd gotten to Canterlot much later than he thought and there
       was a really long line at the local P-Mart. He was in Canterlot
       to buy some new equipment since "Farm Tools and Grappling Hooks"
       was out of farm tools for some reason. They sold two things.
       Farm tools and grappling hooks. And they ran out. Yep. Idaho
       also was in need for a little R-and-R so he was probably going
       to head up here soon anyways.
       Idaho's path to the hotel he was staying in for the weekend
       happened to cross some abandoned buildings. Idaho was making
       sure he got everything he needed when he noticed a giant
       cannon-y thing rise from a building. Then a random guard
       appeared and barged into the building. Then a superhero
       grappling hooked in there. Was Twilight Sparkle going to fly in
       now? Maybe Discord teleports in and floods the building with
       mashed potatoes? Actually, that'd be pretty sweet. Idaho was a
       little hungry.
       Well, now the question was whether Idaho should investigate.
       Wellllllllll.... Eh. Why not? Dinner could wait a minute. Idaho
       trotted into the building after the guard, who had already
       activated all the cookery based traps.
       #Post#: 3689--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Woodwind Date: September 30, 2014, 7:20 pm
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       Woodwind perches upon the roof of a nearby abandoned building,
       his dark brown duster flapping dramatically in the wind and hoof
       hoof up to keep the wide-brimmed hat on his head. This seemed to
       happen to him often when he arrives somewhere, for some reason,
       and it was usually a sign that there were evildoers afoot. The
       pony in question was obviously whoever owned that workshop with
       the large, lightning covered device sticking out of the roof. If
       he listens closely he can even hear laughter above the sound of
       the machinery, of the kind a pony makes when their evil plan is
       about to go into motion. And he just couldn't let that happen,
       now could he? He eyes the workshop for a few moments more, and
       is not entirely surprised when he sees a number of other ponies
       showing up. A guard, and that what looks like just a regular
       pony go in through the front door, and was that Supermare on the
       roof? He squints a bit as she topples over into the house. Maybe
       it wasn't her after all, he supposes he hadn't had a good look
       at her in the dark. Either way, he'd better get inside himself,
       or he'd miss all the fun. He takes off, angling for an open
       window rather than risk being hit by some stray lightning if he
       attempted to go in through the roof. There aren't even any traps
       or anything in the window, and he easily makes it inside. Now,
       to find that mad pony and bring him to justice! Woodwind sets
       off into the sea of strange mechanical devices, but he only
       makes it a few steps when he's suddenly grabbed by a large
       machine covered in sinister spikes and ominously glinting
       lights! The next thing he knows he's upside down and completely
       wrapped in what seems to be a single, extremely long and
       impossibly tangled slinky. He struggles against it for a few
       moments, but it's just too tightly wrapped. If he could curse
       loudly, now would be the time to do it! Instead, he just keeps
       trying to wriggle his way out of the tangled mess, though his
       progress is slow.
       #Post#: 3694--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Haywire Date: October 1, 2014, 12:33 am
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       Haywire, being the impossibly imposing example of maniacal
       villainy that he was, failed to notice the intruders as they
       decided to friggin just come on in! Not even bothering to wipe
       off their hooves first or at the very LEAST knock and show some
       semblance of decency before deciding to barge into his home and
       leave his front door all open and junk like some kind of
       barnyard animals! Haywire may have been the most evil thing this
       side of the local Haymart, but even he knew how to show some
       kind of manners when entering the living structures of others.
       Seriously. The nerve of some ponies.
       "Hiiiiiiiii!" he greeted the upside down mare with an
       [s]excited[/s] evil* wave of his hoof and grin of his face after
       she'd been the first to capture his attention what with how
       she'd dropped in from above and momentarily ruined his view of
       the vast night sky with her in the way pony body and blocked
       some of the sparkling black above, "Come to watch the end of the
       moon and, by extension, the world with me? It's gonna be
       awesome!" He glanced over to the side when his hearing keyed him
       in on the clattering happening below and around him, his vision
       marbles picking up the sight of the two intruding miniature
       horses at the front door dodging his devious traps involving
       marbles and kitchenware before he noticed the dramatic entrance
       of the equine at the window be overtaken by the reappearance of
       his long since disregarded Super Slink project.
       HA! That is quite a random coincidence that was giving all of
       the chuckles to the inventions of this den of things that did
       stuff sometimes because why not? Haywire was almost tempted to
       pause his current attempt to blasty blast the big silver ball in
       the sky to watch and see if his Super Slink would launch the
       most recent pon pon to dirty up his floor up and into the sky.
       Could maybe even try to tag him with the bigger invention still
       charging up on his way up. Would be worthy of bragging surely.
       "Hello, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeverypon!" Hay addressed
       everypony within earshot as an air cannon launched a t-shirt up
       and into the upside down mare to knock her down and drop her to
       the floor below, the t-shirt, should anypony look, reading 'I <3
       TT' with a mechanical bird, much like the one on the platform by
       Haywire though without his hat and eye patch, making a winky
       face and doing a thumbs up with his feathers over some odd
       looking device.
       Wait! Why was he saying hello? That was far too nice! "Don't any
       of you know how to knock?" He tried to correct himself with
       sounding more gruff, though his following it up with, "I would
       appreciate it," and wearing a small smile probably... only made
       it that much more scurry. regardless of how terrifying he
       appeared, Hay would rear himself back so as to lift and then
       drop his front hooves down and onto a railing surrounding this
       section of his platform near his control panel, the... um... not
       good stallion then leering down and at each of the ponies who
       had decided to visit his workshop after business hours.
       "Anyway, welcome to the event of your lifetimes! Tickets please!
       No flash photography and remmeber not to look the mech suit in
       the eyes as you make your way to your seats- What!?" he
       interrupted himself, top hat nearly failing to hat on his head
       as he realized that the quadrupeds most likely did not have the
       tickets he'd never given out. Maybe he shoulda though... Surely
       plenty of EEEEEEvil individuals would have payed top bit to
       watch this kind of EXTREME vandalism from front row seats. "I
       see no tickets! Unless an apple pie is produced this instant and
       one of you knows all the words to "This Day I Dance for Daisies"
       I'm afraid I will have to ask our resident security to remove
       you from the building. Too late!" he gave no chance for baked
       goods to appear or sudden attempts at song to be made as he
       reared back again and let his hooves clop down and onto his
       platform in some kind of signal.
       This signal, masterfully and very spookily executed by the way,
       was for one of the lower panels of the very same and very large
       platform his was standing on to slide open and allow a small
       army of mouse shaped robots the size of dogs to exit out and
       begin to march forward. Mostly. A few just kinda bumped into
       walls or went into circles, but the brunt of the force was on
       target as they all moved forward to engage the intruders in
       deathly and actually pretty silly combat. Silly due to their
       "weapons" being mostly joy buzzers, party favors and large
       boxing gloves on metal extendo reachy arm things. These machines
       seemed to work autonomously... like droids... droid mouses...
       "Also, I must bid you all good luck and good night, cause I'mma
       go up higher because pfft." Hay informed as his small army
       advanced, him giving a small shrug before flipping a switch and
       causing his platform to raise up and to a second floor of his
       workshop that you can't prove hadn't been there all along - shut
       up - and stay out of easy reach of the assumed goody two shoes
       even with most of its floor having being pulled apart to provide
       a better view of the sky. His charging electric device of ill
       intent sparked loudly as it continued to build up energy, more
       blue arcs being made across its barrel as Haywire ascended,
       mustache twirling on its own as he was too busy being especially
       evil to have to bother with doing it himself manually.
       #Post#: 3696--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Star Catcher Date: October 1, 2014, 9:02 am
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       Tonight was the night. This was the night the moon would go
       'boom', and the whole world would tremble underneath the might
       of Haywire and his inventions. Perched nearby on top of one of
       the tallest buildings that she could easily see Tech Tock from,
       a mare [s]sat[/s] rolled around on the roof, batting about a
       small roll of yarn as she waited. The mare, quite content and
       distracted by the ball, was clad in a skin-tight, black leather
       outfit. A cowl of the same material covered most of her head,
       aside from her muzzle which was a stark contrast of white to the
       almost shiny black of her suit; the ears that sprouted from the
       cowl's top looked more like a cat's ears than it did a pony's.
       On her side hung a long whip that ended in several split
       strands, and looked sturdy enough to support any average pony's
       weight.
       All the mare had to do was keep an eye out for Supermare or
       other wanna-be do-gooders until Hay achieved his goal, and she'd
       be keeping up her side of the bargain. She really didn't doubt
       at least Supermare would show up, but at least that'd help keep
       things exciting. She was just happy she had her ball of yarn to
       keep her occupied until it was time. Eventually, when that time
       came and the workshop down below began to rumble and spark and
       do its sinister stuff, the mare rolled back onto her stomach and
       turned her attention down to Tech Tock, her tongue slowly
       running along her lips in excitement. She'd be there to see
       history being made~. Now, she just had to... Well, apparently it
       wasn't Supermare that made it to the workshop first. Some
       regular every-day pony was instead. Not really much to worry
       about with that one--she figured Hay could handle that one by
       himself no problem. But then, just as she'd known would happen,
       Supermare showed her muzzle and tried to swing across to the
       opened roof of Tech Tock. It was finally time to go say hello,
       it seemed.
       Standing and stretching just a little bit by arching her back,
       the mare prepared herself before dashing forward and leaping off
       the side of the tall building. She dived down for a moment or
       two before taking the coiled whip from her side and snapping it
       out so she could latch onto the ledge of the roof on a building
       some distance away. She launched forward with that and landed on
       the side of the building, hooves gripping a window sill, before
       she leaped up to another hoofhold. Repeating this process, she
       made her way to the roof of the building so she could keep
       making her way to the workshop in a similar manner. She arrived
       at the open dome just in time to see Haywire launch something at
       Supermare, causing her to grin a little bit in amusement.
       The mare jumped down into Tech Tock and landed silently on the
       railing of the platform Haywire stood upon. "Sorrrrrry to keep
       you waiting, Hay~," Catmare purred, the mare's mouth twisted in
       a half-grin. "I was having a bit of a cat nap." She then turned
       her gaze down to the mice army and the ponies beneath, cackling
       briefly at the sight. "Looks like therrrrre are a few rrrrrats
       trying to blend in with the mice. I hope you don't mind if I
       brrrrring you some dead gifts, Hay!" She winked at him before
       leaping down to the ground floor and stepping forward, her gait
       a slow, steady sway. "Hello, my new scrrrratching posts~. So
       nice of you to come and visit!"
       #Post#: 3698--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Dark Date: October 1, 2014, 9:34 am
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       Dark Matter is deposited unceremoniously on the floor by the
       tide of dishes, lamenting the Pun that Could Have Been if it was
       clothes instead. He regains his focus and shakily gets his
       hooves under him in time to hear what he guessed would have to
       pass as the villain's first monologue. He's rather confused at
       how he's addressed, until he realizes that other ponies are here
       as well and becomes rather indignant. This was HIS story, and HE
       was the hero, and he wouldn't let these upstart...
       Wait, is that Supermare? His frustration gives way for a moment
       to exhiliration. He was a huge fan! Maybe even the biggest! He
       couldn't wait to...
       No. That's not what'll happen. When he manages to take care of
       this problem, BY HIMSELF, by the way, she'll be asking for HIS
       autograph! He giggled in childish glee and anticipation.
       When the evil green pony finishes his speech and begins
       retreating, Dark Matter pulls himself up to his full height
       and... well, not quite bellows, but he certainly declares with
       authority, "Stop, vile villain! Your heinous plot will never
       succeed!" He reaches for his spear, but it appears to have
       become separated from him during his unexpected Iron Swimming
       trip. He casts about for it, finding it with moments to spare
       before the horde of evil squeak-bots reaches him.
       Then another pony, one who seemed to be as much feline as
       equine, leaps from the floors above. The way she walked was...
       almost... hypnotic...
       He shakes his head to clear it, before putting on a heroic
       frown. "Stand aside, lackey! Your presence is merely
       inconvenient!" He lifts his spear and sets it to ready before
       noticing that the spearhead seems to have been covered, if not
       outright replaced, by a frying pan. Oh well, he'll make do.
       "Have at thee!" he shouts, wading into the crowd of mouseses and
       swinging his frying pike with deadly (read: flailing) precision.
       His horn lights up as he summons his illusion magic, causing
       bright flashes whenever his weapon strikes the malicious
       automotons. Soon, though, it's apparent that he's in over his
       head and will soon be overwhelmed under the barrage of buzzes,
       confetti, and gloves.
       #Post#: 3700--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Ryo Date: October 1, 2014, 1:42 pm
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       Ryo was about to deliver her well thought objection to Haywire,
       with the usual super hero speeches, but she was shot down from
       the roof with something. Ryo falls down, and thankfully lands on
       something soft, that she could swear grunted when she fell on
       top of it. Ryo uttered a silent apology to what ever the thing
       was, before She gives the object used to drop her a quick
       inspect, and gets confused by the cheerful message in the
       apparently L sized t-shirt, that reads "I <3 TT". Hay's second
       greeting made Ryo realize that there were other ponies there
       too, one of them was a Royal Guard! GREAT! Maybe he could solve
       this problem. He was surely much more capable to stop a super
       villain that Ryo was after all.
       Hay's questioning for tickets momentarily confused Ryo again.
       Super heroes don't need tickets to stop villains. Well she was
       just a regular hero in super hero's clothes, but still. The
       demand quickly changed to an apple pie and a song, before an
       army of evil guard droids was released upon them. But the droids
       were mostly ignored by Ryo, as she saw another villain appear.
       The one that the real Supermare had warned her about. The
       Catmare. Ryo began to feel nervous. Her job was to keep up the
       good reputation of the Supermare after all, not to ruin it. She
       had to think quickly, and outwit this new arrival. The Royal
       Guard, however grabbed Ryo's attention, when he went onto his
       rampage against the mouse droids, swinging around what looked
       like a frying pan on a stick.
       The guard seemed to be overrun pretty quickly though, making Ryo
       realize that she should probably do something too. After a small
       moment spend on creating a semi-sure-to-work plan, Ryo took half
       dozen small wind up cheese decoys from her tool belt, winded
       them up and send them to different directions, to distract as
       many of the mice as she could. Ryo would have gladly skipped the
       next part of her plan, taking care of Catmare, but she was too
       dangerous to be left to roam free. Ryo stepped forward, shaking
       a bit as she was readying herself mentally to face the Catmare.
       Her best bet was the reputation of the real Supermare. Maybe
       Catmare would just stop helping Hay and go home if Ryo commanded
       her to leave? "L-leave now... C-Catmare. So that... I don't have
       to throw you back into Canterlot's dungeon..." Ryo managed to
       keep somewhat formal voice, but in her mind she was chanting
       "Please go home... Please go home... PLEASE GO HOME..."
       Thankfully she still had a plethora of gadgets with her, that
       would hopefully prove useful in the very near future.
       #Post#: 3706--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blowing Up the Moon for Funsies
       By: Potato Ponie Date: October 1, 2014, 8:45 pm
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       Sooooo... This was all a thing. Supervillain, superheroine, a
       guard, a... Not sure what the guy in the slinky is,an army of
       confetti firing mice robot droid things, and then Idaho. What
       next, a cat themed supervillain dressed in a skin tight
       leather.. Oh. Well she's a thing too. [s]Kinky.[/s]
       Well, Idaho isn't really a fighter, though he did take Capoeira
       classes. Maybe he could help the pony stuck in the giant slinky?
       Yeah, probably. Though Idaho never liked slinkies. He always
       prefered Mr. Potato Heads for some strange reason.
       Idaho lets Supermare and the gaurd do whatever they're doing and
       trots over to the pony stuck in the slinky,  kicking a couple
       Mousebot-droids away.
       When Idaho reaches the slinkybtrap he starts trying tobsqueeze
       the ponybtrapoed in it out. "Ok I think if I... No. Ummm...
       Try... No, doesn't work." Idaho says to the pony trapped in the
       slinky as Idaho attempts to free him.
       After a minute of muttering and attempts to free the pony, Idaho
       actually gets him free. But, in a weird turn of events, Idaho
       manages to trap himself in the slinky.  "Oh, come on! I don't
       even like slinkies!" Idaho yells in frustratiin as he struggles
       in the slinky. Then, in what seems to be thevsecond part of the
       toy based trap, a dozen Mr. Potato Heads drop onto Idaho for
       some reason. Idaho is now strangely ok with his position.
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