vindicarthehippogriff asked: (( Talking about event at Jan 3rd... Could you tell how many players each team has? ))
((ooc: So far it’s NMM 2, Celestia 0.
I’m thinking I might delay it to Friday (Jan 6) in hopes more ponies will sign up.))
Relena: Well, I guess I could always read your code afterwards…
Closed source for security reasons.
kobl asked: Care for some moonshine? *Her horn glows and starts pulling a faintly glowing, milky-white liquid from the moonlight streaming in through the window, streaming it into a bottle.* Have some!
Thank you, Luna. We’ve never had the literal sort before.
*She picks up the bottle and takes a sip.*
rennysama-deactivated20160409 asked: Did yuh have fun las' night, My Li'l Sexy Queen~?
Yes, We did. What’s more, by all available evidence We didn’t have any fun that will come back to haunt Us later.
What about you? Did you introduce Our foals to some nice entities?
the-shady-bacon asked: *finishes his whiskey* AWESHOME! Ish been fun, Nightmare, buh ah gotta go.. cuz you're out cold. Sho bye. *Stumbles out of the castle*
*Several hours later, Nightmare Moon wakes up in a field near the Moon castle (not the one she passed out in). She takes a look around and checks her self over.*
Hmm… No strange colts, no baby aligators… and Our anti-hangover enzymes seem to have worked! We declare last night a success!
queenofthelunatics asked: Umm... *Trots away*
*Nightmare Moon will probably be getting a lecture from Lumina in the morning, she imagines.*
It took place several hundred kilometres off shore, deep underwater. There are no reports of injuries or damage, and no predicted risk of a tsunami.
So stop panicking, please.
troubled-tolentino-deactivated2 asked: HAPPY NEW YEARS! *Kisses your hooves* T-THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL MORNING!
*Nightmare Moon nods, still quite drunk.*
kamidio asked: You think Diamond Dog booze are thick? *levitates over deer booze* This stuff'll get an elephant smashed.
*Nightmare Moon won’t be drinking any more tonight. At least, not without a funnel and considerable aid.*
the-shady-bacon asked: Urp. Do it up, Nightmare.
*Nightmare Moon, who’d passed out from the Diamond Dog beer, rolls over onto a detonator, setting off one hundred forty seven pumpkins, watermelons, and assorted gourds that she had packed full of thermite. The firing range glows brighter than the sun as assorted vegetables and fruits are partially vaporised.*