Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, gender and opposite gender, shuts your faces as I tell you story about friendship, betrayal, survival, and other things that would happen to cross your mind during this story. Sir Richington Stocks, Esq, MD was a very, very, very rich pony. If you were to look up the word "Rich" in a dictionary with pictures, you'd find a picture of him and ponies passing by you would ask why you have a picture dictionary. One day, Sir Richington took all his friends and acquaintances out on a cruise of adventure. Who knows what adventure may ensue on his cruise? They could've run into treasure, or pirates, or a candy island, or pirates that take them a candy island to find treasure! Anyways, today was like any other day. Morale was high, laughs were loud, and sun was smiling down on everypony. Suddenly, the sea was all like "Fooled you!" and a massive storm appeared! The boat was thrown about to and fro, up and down, left and right, all directions you could think of! Ponies were screaming and being thrown off the boat into the ocean as the rain and debris from the boat itself rained down on the deck! It walk like Princess Luna got pis- angry and deiced to shake the moon, causing the tides to go all over the place! Richington stood and yelled "Land ho!" before being thrown forward off the deck far inland as the ship slammed into the beach of an island. It appears are group of friends have found themselves on lost an island with Sir Richington Stock, Esq, MD missing and dangers all about. It may look like the end, but in fact, it's only the beginning for a wild adventures for our friends...
"HOLY [bleep] THAT STORM WAS MORE INTENSE THAN THAT TIME WHERE I BLEW UP A LAKE! THERE WERE SEVERAL ENDANGERED SPECIES THERE! PETA WAS NOT HAPPY!" Mr. Hoof Five Torgue's horn glowed, and a nearby tree exploded into a brilliant flash of colors.
Nightshade sighed and leapt overboard, cursing her rotten luck. Why couldn't she be in a nice, peaceful roleplay for once? Perhaps a simple slice-of-life story... or a romance. Those were always fun. She shook her head sadly, and began pulling ponies out of the water. It was time to get in character, and play her part in the story.
This is the story, of two young colts, who will save the world! Not really. DownStep had awoken in some ship, he couldn't help but not remember what had happened, all he remembered was getting hit in the head with a lead pipe by WarTune... over the last candy bar on the ship. If there was some storm, then he'll be damned.
The insane unicorn looked around, and noticed something was amiss. "HEY! WHERE'S RICHINGTON?! WE WERE GOING TO DEVELOPE A LINE OF EXPLOSIVE TOASTERS LATER! I SURE HOPE HE HASN'T BEEN POSSESED BY AN EVIL PAIR OF SOCKS OR ANYTHING!"
Well uh... This is an odd mixture... Anyways, it appears our group of "friends" find themselves shipwrecked a beach, All the other friends are either washing up on the beach or are sleeping the fishes. And sharks. It looks like Richington caught some air though and flew deep into the jungle facing the shipwreck so, if I were you, I'd probably start looking for him. I mean, he is rich and all.
"WHERE IS MY CHOCOLATE BAR!?" A loud and vociferous voice came from under the sand. WarTune rose from the sand quickly, "DOWNSTEP!!!"
(wow, these ponies are literally insane. should be... interesting... to interact with.) Dreamer was lying on the beach, with a crab sitting on his stomach. He was staring up at the sky. "I could have died... but I didn't." He quickly stood up, moving the crab onto his back as he did. He looked around at the other survivors. "Alright! More ponies lived than I thought!"
After pulling as many ponies as she could from the water, Nightshade found herself standing near an odd pony with a crab on his back. Something about him seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite put her hoof on it. Or perhaps it would be fair to say that she wouldn't put her hoof on it, because doing so would defy the rules of the story. She turned to the pony, sighing. "Well, that was interesting, wasn't it? What do you say we go look for our host? I have a strange feeling that he's in the jungle somewhere."
"WarTune, could you please be more calm?" DownStep asked. "I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who hit me in the head!" WarTune replied angrily. "What are you-" DS stopped himself as he remembered what had really happened, he his twin brother in the head by accident, trying to fix something but couldn't remember what it was, "Oh, never mind."
"Well, I could tell you that... Nightshade was it? It's pretty obvious that when the boat crashed Mr. Richington was tossed approximately 2.5 miles into the jungle. I'm sure of it." Dreamer turned towards the forest. "Or was it 5.2 miles... Oh, and before you ask, I read the ship's passenger log when we left. Your name had a nice picture next to it saying for the bodyguards to watch out. Thank goodness they're dead, amirite? I mean, I think they're dead." He put his hoof to his chin, thinking.
Nightshade snarled. "If they aren't, they will be soon." Suddenly grinning, she become walking towards the forest. "Two and a half miles, was it? Or perhaps five and a fifth? What do you say we go find out, Dreamer? Allons-y!" She stopped, suddenly remembering that she wasn't supposed to know Dreamer's name yet. "I... um... read the the passenger log, too. That's believable, right? Let's just go with that."
"HEY! WAIT UP! YOU MIGHT NEED A EXPLOSIVES EXPERT IN THAT JUNGLE! OR MAYBE A WICKED GUITAR SOLO! OR MAYBE BOTH!" Torgue trotted at a fast pace into the jungle, clearly enjoying this more than he should.
"HEY, STOP YELLING YOU PANZY!!!" WarTune yelled as he walked along side DownStep. "Maybe you should stop yelling." "No way dude, I want to get something out this whole mess."
So are brave trio of friends venture off into the jungle unknown it seems. And Twiddle and Twaddle are yelling each other but no surprise there. ANYWHO, brave trio enters the jungle, venturing deep into the wet uncharted area, be stung by mosquitoes and other vile bugs and what not the reside in jungle places. After trekking for what seems like hours but actually only like, 30 min, our heroes find a life-size imprint a of earth pony stallion in the ground and note next written in very nice han-hoof- whatever writing. It appears the note says; "Captured by mean friends, send help. XOXO, Sir Richington Stock, Esq, MD." Well, looks like Richington is in trouble.
Nightshade groaned. "Captured. Just bucking great. Now we all get to go risk our necks to rescue some rich pony that couldn't handle the simple task of not being ponynapped! Seriously, isn't that grand?" She turned to Dreamer. "Alright, Lucky. You're up. Which way did they take him?"
"In most stories, as well as generally accepted as fact despite being entirely hosted in fiction, the "mean friends" are probably in a cave. Up on a mountain. Probably an almost active volcano given our situation... and the only mountain is, that-a-way." He tossed his hoof upward as he turned pointing to a mountain showing above the trees. As he did, the crab, which had settled onto his back was tossed off. He quickly realized this and jumped after the startled creature. As soon as he had it, he cradled it in one leg and started soothing it as if it were a baby. "A-hem... I mean, this is just a guess."
Nightshade nodded. He was almost certainly correct. "Interesting. And I suppose we should walk there, through the dangerous jungle, even though I'm a faster-than-average Pegasus with two working wings?"
"You never know..." WarTune said as he spaced off while trotting. DownStep sighed, "I'm going with what ever works, if your a pegasus then maybe you could scout ahead?" "Nah I find that not logical, you don't know if she'll get hit by an arrow, or get dirt in the eyes! Maybe a dragon might come out and gobble her up!!!" DownStep smacked WarTune on the back of the head, "Calm down for once!"
Nightshade shrugged. "I've dealt with Dragons before. Hell, I've dated Dragons before. In fact, my grandfather on my father's side is a Dragon. That reminds me, I wonder how Grandpa Static is doing? I haven't seen him in a few months, maybe I should pay him a visit. I should bring him some emerald chip cookies, he loves those..." Realizing that she was rambling, Nightshade sighed. "Um, yeah. It's not me that I'm worried about, it's you idiots. Even a first year Filly Scout can tell you that the first rule of survival is to stay calm and keep a level head, a task at which you are failing miserably. I'm not leaving you ponies alone to get yourselves killed."
