DM: The night goes by peacefully, and then the sun rises over Dodge Junction. Each of you has the morning off, so you have plenty of time to talk to Applejack.
Twilight Sparkle: Alright. I guess we gather up first thing, and then head over to where Applejack is staying?
Rarity: Sounds like a plan.
Rainbow Dash: Here it comes. Obvious Loophole Abuse 101.
Pinkie Pie: It's okay! She swore on her Element!
Rainbow Dash: What, you're saying she can't stretch the truth?
Pinkie Pie: I'm saying she's better than that! TRUE honesty goes by the spirit of truth, not just the letter!
DM: You arrive at Applejack's room. When you knock, there is no immediate answer.
Twilight Sparkle: And no later answer, I take it. I open the door.
DM: The suite is empty. Bed made, no personal belongings… Like no one had ever been there.
Fluttershy: ...Maybe we picked the wrong door?
Hope you had a lovely Christmas, if you celebrated it. This year's was actually alright - in no small part due to some very generous individuals who helped my family out during a crisis earlier this month. We've had some angels this season.
'Tis the time of year for relaxation and time with family, which means taking a break from post-apocalyptic podcasting. Though I have been floating around the idea of a kooky "Christmas Special" session... It probably won't happen, but it's fun to imagine what in the world that would even look like with my group.
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I never read the fic myself. Instead I talked to all my friends who read it and did a little browsing on the wiki for the fic. So... it's almost like reading it.
There are some parts that I didn't like in it but overall it's a pretty good read. I think it took me about three weeks or so to read through it all? Of course, I only read it because I thought it would help me understand Spud's game more and I think there's a summary somewhere on the wiki that gets the basic points down if you don't have the time.
I wouldn't want to read a summary; I've been looking forward to the story for a while, and this was just the final push to read it.
So many stories, so little time.
And from then on, Applejack traveled the world, never eating breakfast. Brunches, early morning pick-me-ups, dinner at midnight, very-late-night snacks... but never breakfast. Eventually Applejack settled down in Manehattan to open the world famous Everthing-But-Breakfast, an eccentric restaurant specializing in all the less-heard-of hours of mealtime. Open all hours except 5:30 to 10:30.
Until, one day, a masked Pinkie Pie finds and stalks her, a fresh-baked cupcake in hoof, waiting for the appointed hour to stuff it in Applejack's mouth.
You get some gold star fun in the comments like this now and then. The large numbers of commenters means there's generally a bit of something for everyone.
I had a white Christmas. Nobody in my group believed me so I had to take pictures. I didn't know that they didn't really believe me when I said I lived in the middle of nowhere either until they saw the proof. It was kinda funny to hear their reactions, really.
I had one of the wettest Christmases we've had around here in a long time, wet enough that we had to curtail the usual outdoor candle display. Then again, given the drought we've had around here for many years, a wet Christmas was its own present.
I'm glad that Christmas went alright with you Spud. As long as things worked out after that crisis, I'm happy.
Also, anyone want to bet that AJ is actually at the kitchen table, eating breakfast, and waiting for the group to come down? And then, while the group spends an hour searching the room, AJ has to leave in order to deliver a time-sensitive package of cherries back to Ponyville for her last job at the cherry farm?
It probably isn't going to happen like that, but it would be funny nevertheless.
lol. She did have breakfast, it was just at 4 or 5 AM, as normal for a farm-pony. And when they didn't show up, she just left. Those other city slickers were just under the impression that breakfast is more of a 8 to 11 affair, lol.
Ok. So, I've already told some stories about Skorzah (but it's been so long since I posted that I doubt anyone remembers). Skorzah is my second pathfinder character, and she's the daughter of a corrupted paladin of Apsu (effectively Bahamut), and a true neutral black dragon. Yeah. She's one heck of a backstory.
Anyway, she entered the campaign when the group found her in a major villan's dungeon, roaring her lungs out, thrashing in her chains, and all over looking like a complete monster. Now, the leader of the group happens to be a lawful good paladin of Apsu. Against basically everyone's better judgement, he tells the alchemist to free her (notably with an acid bomb, because Trololololoool acid immunity), but makes sure that she understands that she's basically on probation until he decides whether or not he should let her live.
Cut to us attacking a bandit camp. Skorzah is a wizard, but because of how the paladin's code works, she's stuck with support spells only, because "If he sees her committing violent acts, he is to assume that she has regressed into her evil nature." This would be fine, if we weren't loosing. Skorzah is getting antsy, wanting to go in and attack, and the paladin sighs, and covers his eyes. Hence, he didn't see the complete slaughter that occurred, because half dragon OP.
'Tis the time of year for relaxation and time with family, which means taking a break from post-apocalyptic podcasting. Though I have been floating around the idea of a kooky "Christmas Special" session... It probably won't happen, but it's fun to imagine what in the world that would even look like with my group.