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I have foreseen this. He is approaching the [Circle]. No (one?) can deny this any longer.
Do not jump so readily into conclusion. We have the ability to stop him.
For how much longer? We have deployed every conventional tactic. No one has come closer to [Dreamworld] as a human. He cannot be merely a <<TRANSLATION NOT FOUND>>. He is more.
Are you implying...
You know precisely what I am implying. We cannot prevent him from fulfilling his [destiny]. His imagination is too potent (?).
>>BEGIN DREAM TRANSCRIPTION<<
I am sitting in a dark room. I recognize this place. I have studied its walls, touched the surface, observed every crevice. I have been placed here, is my guess. Wh
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♫ Acceptance ♫
A Story of Discovery, Magic, and Friendship
Written by Meatabex
Edited by Wivoatt and AnnieRoshino
When a human, is mysteriously sucked into Equestria following his tragic death, he discovers a world of beauty, happiness, and magic. Transformed into a mare, and exposed to this new world that she was no connection to, she begins to learn what friendship is. But the ponies begin to reject her once strange things begin to happen in Equestria, and she embarks on a magical journey with her new friends to put an end to the evils that are penetrating the once peaceful world.
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A hermit miner comes across a mysterious creature cowering near his house. He discovers it to be a strange infant creeper. Taking care of it, be becomes involved in something much bigger than he had originally intended. As events grow stranger and stranger, he finds himself wrapped in an adventure, full of action, deceit, and friendship.
Star Guests include:
LoveyDoveyKitten64 aka Kitty
Deoxyrebornicleic aka Gillian
Tabesto-The-Creeper aka Tabesto (Gillian's)
Gimiglider aka Gimiglider
Lucasthefourth aka Lucas
GhostMaster12345 aka Emily
Ask-Tiamat aka Tiamat
Pheonix-Waterlily aka Violet
FWACPopsplz aka Pops (Also Gillian's)
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DreamWorld: The StringsDreamWorld
A worn out room. There’s no one else. Some voice tells me I’m to be rewarded for making it this far. A chest(?) opens. I point my guns at it. After a few seconds, I realize it’s not going to harm me. I’ve been carrying a violin this whole time... there is food in the chest. Assorted bread. I drop my weapons into the chest. Something tells me I won’t need them for a while. I take the bag of bread. I have a feeling it will hinder me, but I shake the feeling. They can’t have followed me this far. I turn around to look behind. There isn’t anything left, not here.
There’s a door. A single door. Should I risk going outside, knowing it could be even more dangerous than what I had faced?
I take a deep breath, taking in the damp ventilated air for the last time, then walk outside. My eyes adjust to the light... this is new. Suddenly, I’m greeted by a set of highways. I’m near an intersection, off to the side of the roads, in
(Lights come back up. The set has now been changed around to reflect an interior setting. Various pieces of art are on display. There is one taking up residence center stage, hidden underneath a glass box covered in a black tablecloth. A simple bench is located right next to the piece. Clark enters, leading Melody through the gallery.)
Melody: So… why did you bring me here?
(Clark pulls off the tablecloth, revealing his artwork.)
Melody: Whoa. That’s awesome. (Melody paces around, examining as much as she can from every angle)
Clark: Right? It’s my favorite one so far.
Melody: It’s really something. I can see where you were going with those contrasting colors. And from this angle it looks really cool, almost like it’s just f
I Want to Be in a CircusI Want to Be In a Circus
Ralph: Circus? I’ll tell you about the circus. I worked a circus. Big one. With the trapeze and elephants and cannons and everything. I had a friend there once. His name was Charlie. He did everything. He tamed the lions, he balanced on the tightrope—he juggled the Molotov cocktails, for god sakes. He was a badass, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. The Big C under the Big Top. But I was just a stagehand, so things were tough for me.
See, in those days there was two reasons for working at a circus: you had no other option for work, or you was attracted to the show biz. And I don’t do show biz. The money was ok though. The problem with the work was that you were putting your body through a deathtrap. Lions, tigers, bears, not to mention all the random shit that happened on a daily basis. Fire breathers sometimes burned, unicyclists broke their backs, all for the name of circus. But if you were good, you got to live for the next show. And mo
You Didn't Care EnoughYou were the creator.
You were the destroyer.
They loved you, and you loved them
It all made sense. More love is good, right?
And you never thought it would end.
One day you stopped caring
And that’s when they began hurting
They cried out for attention
But you paid them no mind
And when you stopped caring
They began to scream and yell
And you forced yourself to stop listening
They cried for you to hear their anguish
But you had shut them out.
In one last attempt
They woke you up in your sleep
And you finally made up your mind
You went to the cupboard and inhaled
The pills. Then they stopped.
You killed them.
Then the world was so perfect.
The Friendly Creeper Part 1
I found it quivering on the wall next to my house. I had just returned from a mining trip. Passing grazing groups of cows, sheep and Endermen while wiping the grime off my face, I slowly made my way up the mountain path home when I noticed it.
A trembling pile of moss sat in the corner of the outside part of the fireplace, hissing softly. Instinctively, I pulled my bow out, notched an arrow, and swung the tip towards the creature. It seemed frightened, and only shrunk closer to the brick. I looked around, making sure there were no creepers or spiders creeping on me. Then I inched closer, still holding the arrow back.
The creature seemed cold, so I pulled a bucket from behind me and scooped the little thing up, and ran into the house as it began to grow dark. My wolf, Courage, barked at the creature, but I hushed the leashed hunter by tossing a pork chop at him. He greedily tore into it as I examined the contents of the bucket.
In all aspects, it looked like a young creeper. The hollow