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Gleam leaped off from Hood's head and struck a defensive pose.
"And now the Stupid Starers are trying a new trick!" Mick II commented mockingly about the fact that they wasted nearly 20 seconds.
The timer read 32.
"Shut up." Mick hit Mick II over the head with his hoof.
The timer read 28. "Wow. This match is so incredibly dull I'm falling asleep." Mick II said.
"Maybe you need a sleep aid." Mick hit Mick II over the head with his hoof again, knocking him out. "There. All better."
You're having fun with this, I can tell.
Gleam dodged and flipped behind Hood, although her natural empathy crept up on her. "Yeesh, please don't hurt yourself..."
"Let the staring contest begin..." Mick II mumbled, still unconscious.
"Pitiful. Making idotic commentary in his sleep." Mick said.
The timer read 20.
Hood managed to stop before he had a tea party with the ground. He bent low, now facing Gleam.
Thi timer read 19 (I have to keep this going, and you did hardly anything with your post.)
Gleam charged forward and swung at Hood.
As Mick watched Gleam and Hood fight, he analyzed their styles and realized they could both be imitated flawlessly. A miniscule magic aura of black lightning could be seen around him, sparking every few seconds.
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(Since nothing has happened for weeks, I'll just end this now.)
A buzzer sounded, and the timer began flashing the number 0 on and off.
"Round 1 is over. You both fought well, except for the parts that could have been confused for a staring contest. I say it's a draw. Also, let it be known that henceforth you are exempt from the anti-flying rule, so long as you do not fly too high, or fly off of the platform for any length of time. LET THE TIEBREAKER COMMENCE!" Mick yelled as the crowd began to cheer, somewhat. "And this time actually fight." He said.
The timer read 5 in an italic blue, rather than orange.
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Seriously. Should I just put this RPG out of its misery? It's not like anything is going on... AT ALL. (You know that the instant I use any non-yay, non-rage Fluttershy smiley, I see things as broken beyond repair. Fix it fast, or the RPG vanishes. FOR ETERNITY.)
Gleam broke the fourth wall and gave an aside glance to SplatKirby's monitor.
SplatKirby's monitor got off its lazy butt and woke up.
Hood wound up and aimed a sliding kick at Gleam's hooves.
"Oof!" Gleam fell over, and tried to scoot herself backward.
Gleam managed to block the kick and tried to get up, but fell on her rump. She ended up scooting into the corner of the ring, unable to go around Hood.
Mick II woke up and knocked over a computer trying to stand back up.
The instant the computer fell over and hit the ground, the screen the timer was saying "48" on immediately changed to the flying toasters screensaver, and a majority of the crowd began laughing.
Scarlet was walking in through the corridor at that exact instant. She saw the screensaver running and groaned. "Why are the colts of the family always such idiots when it comes to technology?"
Mick was pressing random buttons on the podium in a futile attempt to fix the screensaver back to the timer, but instead he constantly changed the volume of the music, the music itself, and sometimes it would make the screen show a random image.
"I had to buy the budget edition..." He said, resting his head on the podium.
"Uh, You're Welcome?" Mick II said. About two seconds later he was hurtling through the air.
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Gleam narrowly dodged the blow and remembered the 'no flying' rule had been partially lifted. She spread her wings and started gliding past Hood.
Mick II crash-landed in front of Scarlet and managed to get his head stuck in the ground.
"Well, now I know who caused the timer failure." she said.
Mick scrambled to get the timer working again, but to no avail.
The timer is still the flying toaster screensaver, but normally it would read 32.
Hood bared his (herbivore) teeth and turned around. Kind of like a dog chasing his tail. Only not.
Gleam moved forward for an attack.