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Dark walks towards the wreckage, disguising himself as a generic soldier.
(Ah... Okay...)
(Um... Did you just kill off another person's character?)
Dark stumbles a little, feeling a shockwave. He looks around, quickly trotting in the direction of the explosion.
Dark closes the door to his storeroom, locking it. He discards his disguise, beginning to walk around the town.
Dark grins. He had gotten his delivery. He starts rolling the barrel of cider to his temporary storeroom, glancing around incase angling saw him.
Very well. You may pass through the Bridge of Doom.
What... Is the average land speed of an unladen swallow?
Eh, college. You get used to it. Someone drew a TARDIS on my back window :P People with markers...
The mysterious mare goes back to tinkering, ignoring the pony.
*stares at computer* I might be watching Mark play Alien.
Name: Dark Gender: Mostly male Species: Changeling Cutiemark: None Age: Changelings have shorter lifespans than ponies, so... 12 human years, but...
What... Is your favorite color?
(Asking anything time) Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see. What.... Is...
I live in Texas, probably the most hostile towards anything different. I have encountered a few dips who start insulting me for wearing "a girl's...
(It looked really good... Darn. I would join if this was revived.)
(Okay, guess.... Wait... Is Lunar still with me now? What.... If Lunar was with me, and then just showed into the room...)
"I'm better at surviving than you think." The mare says in a monotone.
Dark looks up, simply staring at the pony. He looks back down, tinkering with the workings he had stolen from a broken toy.
Alright. Favorite YouTuber?
