(roar!) a dit Dark shadow. Run! a dit émeraude and twilight. What are we going to! a dit Emerald. Oh great its dark again and we don't know if that monster is chasing us! a dit Twilight.
(Roar!) a dit dark shadow. Yes he is chasing us a dit Twilight. Go get them Dark shadow says Discord. Oh no he got us cornered were trapped a dit Twilight! Say hello to your fate Says Discord.
To be continued.....................
Ten Cents
Moneybit's disguise
Please read this: I am warning toi of a fan fic that will make toi not see Macintosh the same! Tittle: sweet pomme massacre. What it's about: I was scared almost to death lire cause it's about big Mac violating(raping) the cutie mark crusaders and killing them with knifes he is planing to do the same freakin thing thing with Applejack!!' O_O I hate this freakin horror stuff toi must be either drunk,stupit,crazy,mental,rapest,and like to see girls die to read this crap! I have read this and I reget lire :(
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see. *Takes cover as a Lotus passes through the hole, and lands in front of the logo*
A police car went through the hole as well, but it was going too slow, and landed on it's roof.
It was a warm evening in Appaloosa, as a Lotus sped down the highway being driven par two russian stallions.
Sergi & Apyr's Lotus Eltrot
This was playing on their radio: link
Seanthehedgehog presents
The Racer
Russian driver: *stops car*
Russian stallion: *gets out, with spraypaint*
Russian driver: торопить (Hurry)
Russian stallion: *sprays étoile, star on sign*
Police ponies:...
The train yard was in a place called Woodstock. It's par Port Morris, and a few miles north of Midtown.
Once they arrived, Firearm stopped his car on a bridge going over the yard.
Pierce: Did Browning tell toi what we're supposed to do?
Firearm: Not really. He just a dit he wanted us to go on an "adventure" *Gets out of his car with Pierce*
Pierce: Well, good thing he told me what to do last night after we returned from St. Foalis. *Pulls out a WA2000 sniper rifle* The Hetfords are making a deal inside that train yard. We have to kill both the buyer, and the dealer. Got a rifle?
Firearm: I think...
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
Mare: *Pushing a shopping chariot, panier through a supermarket* Excuse me sir.
Store Worker: Yes ma'am?
Mare: What's the saltiest salt in your lineup of salt?
Store Worker: Salt Lake salt from Salt Lake City. May I make a suggestion?
Mare: Yes.
Store Worker: Have toi ever been to Salt Lake City?
Mare: No.
Store Worker: Well toi better get going now, because Tom Foolery's performing at the Horseshoe, the city's newest place for standup comedy routine.
Mare: How do toi know Tom Foolery's going to be there?
Store Worker:...
Song: link
Blue lines fly along the screen, then the words appear
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
Special thanks to AquaMarine6663 for letting me use her three OC's, Aqua Marine, Double Scoop, and Blue Fedora.
Our main character for this story is a poulain, colt named Ralphie. He will be narrating this story, taking place in Indiana, 1948.
Ponies: *Walking on sidewalk, looking at the snow*
Colts: *Running down rue passing a yellow house*
Ah, there it is. My old house. And there I am, with that ugly hat, and that dumb smile....
Song: link
Blue lines fly along the screen, then the words appear
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
Song: link
This is another intro focusing on my characters from Trainz, but only the diesels are involved this time.
Leon: *Leaving Impala Station, on a passenger train with Stan, Sebastian, and Xavier*
Sean: *Pulling seven coaches as he passes Mike Fonzi pulling twenty freight cars*
Jesse: *Returning from the yards. He yawns as he stops on the turntable*
Ian: *Pulling a freight train with Shayne, and Jerry*
Sean: *Passes Ian,...
Song: link
Blue lines fly along the screen, then the words appear
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
It was a typical jour in New York City. People were walking down the sidewalks, and cars crowded the streets, but in front of a coffee shop, a man was sitting, while typing on his laptop.
SeanTheHedgehog's
Person 94: *Typing on his laptop inside the coffee shop*
Background People: *Drinking coffee, and eating donuts*
SeanTheHedgehog's
Wonderful World
Taxi Driver: *Going over 60, passing several other cars*
Man 89: *Hugging his...
