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The giant earth-pony stood behind his desk. Information was being sent to him by the numbers; he was monitoring numerous black-and-white...
Alright. Sign up sheets are coming soon.
Das nazis! Das auto! Das ham sandwich!
Name: Adrian Vogelscheuche Race: Earth-pony Gender: Male Age: 39 Cutie Mark/Special Talent: (Same cutie-mark as on profile) Personality: Highly...
Jeremiah went over to Nova. "There's some newcomers. Appears to be a family; two girls and a father. Thought you should know." The large pony...
(Based on the Left 4 Dead video games.) It has been two years since the outbreak of the bacteria labeled as Solanum virus, or the S-virus. The...
How very interesting. I'd enjoy this.
Jeremiah nodded, and then proceeded to put the eggs in a large basket that he carried, and followed the others back to the farm. He had actually...
1938-1945 America.
The giant rose up from his chair, walking slowly across the room towards a grand set of doors; It was the giant's bedroom, a room fit for a...
Jeremiah sighed at this conundrum. "It's a really tough decision. On one hand, we could indeed raise a town, but the unknown reason makes me...
Jeremiah raised an eye to this information. "Why would they want some cragadile eggs?" He was not sure why anyone would want them, and he was...
The large pony waved his hat in order to show that he heard. He paddled over towards the mainland carefully, so that none of the eggs would fall...
The giant signed to his friend: "I see that you are quite enthusiastic, but listen carefully: now is a time of secrecy. To be headstrong to have...
Call me obsessed, but WE N33D MOAR NAZI RAP! Like darth Vader and Hitler, but more with the Hitler.
Okay, also, here are the pictures of the guys who are going to help carry out a large deal of Protocol 13. Josef Dietrich - Waffen SS [ATTACH]...
I am confused at the moment. Are we starting a new, (possibly private) RP, or are we coninuing with the RP being open?
The Reichsfuhrer left the room, handing a note to Foster: "How good are you with secrets? Are you confident that you are qualified to work within...
Near the end of Medieval Northern England.
The red plane flew overhead the HQ, Adrian piloting downwards to the landing-zone, Foster in the back. The wheels screeched upon the pavement, and...
