MrMopp
Two Thousand Club
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And another glass bites the dust "Eh, just throw it in the trash, Tsunie." He said with only mild anoyance. It's not like shattered glasses are an unusual-
Then the
tewWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWwwwwww! - The distinct sound of a table saw cutting through a tin can shrieked out from the kitchen, causing the lights to flicker and for folks at the bar to jump off their stools. Except for Don, who just gave a slow, heavy eye roll. "God give that man a can opener." He mutterd quietly.
Shortly, the grim faced cook set a sawed off can of tuna in the kitchen window. "Can." He announced.
"Yep." Don acknowledged with a thank-you nod. He looked around the room, "Aright Boomer, looks like the crowds pick'n up."
Boomer knew what that meant. "Mm. Guess ah oughta get things roll'n," he said. And with that, he got to work on his mourning kitchen prep.
Step #1: close the bullet proof glass shutter over the window. Didn't want no one getting hurt.
Step #2: get the wood stove up and roaring. (Now, where did he put that kerosene can...?)
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A summery of the next few things that happened. From Dons perspective.
Don cringed at the sound. That terrible, expensive, crunching sound of an ex-musician eminent rampage with her splintery, newfound, maple wood club.
Don looked up at the pony door in Slight alarm. Ohhhhhh, that enterance did not bode well.
Don snorted, "Sure thing". shouted into the kitchen "'EY, BOOMER! ONE TUNA-CAN A LA KING FOR THE ALMIGHTY ALLERGEN DISPENSER!"The cat was definitely surprised when it shot out of the couch like a bullet, but even more so when it landed on the foxgirl's face. "Ha! That'll teach you not to mess with me!!" It shouted at the fox, acting as if everything that happened was part of its plan. It jumped off the girl's face, after 'accidentally' scratching her up some more. "I'm hungry, if you won't turn me back, the at least serve some fold Don! Or what, are you gonna keep me captive here starving?!" It said to Don. The cat decided to lay low for now, to plan out how it was going to defeat Don.
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"Sorry, Don," she said as she carefully showed him the broken glass. "Got some place I can put this where it won't make a mess for you?"
And another glass bites the dust "Eh, just throw it in the trash, Tsunie." He said with only mild anoyance. It's not like shattered glasses are an unusual-
Then the
tewWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWwwwwww! - The distinct sound of a table saw cutting through a tin can shrieked out from the kitchen, causing the lights to flicker and for folks at the bar to jump off their stools. Except for Don, who just gave a slow, heavy eye roll. "God give that man a can opener." He mutterd quietly.
Shortly, the grim faced cook set a sawed off can of tuna in the kitchen window. "Can." He announced.
"Yep." Don acknowledged with a thank-you nod. He looked around the room, "Aright Boomer, looks like the crowds pick'n up."
Boomer knew what that meant. "Mm. Guess ah oughta get things roll'n," he said. And with that, he got to work on his mourning kitchen prep.
Step #1: close the bullet proof glass shutter over the window. Didn't want no one getting hurt.
Step #2: get the wood stove up and roaring. (Now, where did he put that kerosene can...?)
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A summery of the next few things that happened. From Dons perspective.
*As the fox barrels into her chest she stumbled, but the cat grabbed onto her face and knocked her over to the ground, a sickening sound of her citole breaking rips through the tavern.
Don cringed at the sound. That terrible, expensive, crunching sound of an ex-musician eminent rampage with her splintery, newfound, maple wood club.
on a whim, Don considered mentioning the historical use of cat skin for banjo heads, but somehow, didn't seem like a good idea.Kiagran sat up, her face pale as if she had seen a ghost, right behind her was her smashed instrument as she stroked the neck* "goddamnit! I just finished giving it a waterproof coating!" *She hanged her head to hide her emotions, cradling it a little in one arm before her eyes turn towards the cat, her eyes livid* "if this wasn't dons I'd make you a lunch out of your own skin cat!"
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[PONYVILLE]
Discord, Spike, Dosey Doe, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Big Mac, and Starlight Glimmer were sitting around a large, circular table in Twilight's castle, playing a game of Ogres & Oubliettes. Their characters were making their way through a particularly insidious hallway full of traps. Tonight, Discord was serving as the game master.
"Dosey, I'll need you to roll your will save," said Discord, rolling a die behind his game master's screen.
Dosey's eyes went wide. "Oh no, I hope Sir Punchalot will be okay!" she exclaimed, referring to her monk character.
"Don't worry," said Twilight, chuckling. "Monks have excellent saving throwing bonuses. I'm sure he'll be just fine."
Dosey nodded as she rolled her die. "Let's see, I rolled a... uh oh." She looked up at the group, now worried more than ever. "I rolled a -"
POP!
Dosey was gone.
Big Mac, Spike, and Fluttershy all practically fell out of their chairs trying to get away from the table, which they now assumed was cursed.
"Everypony stay calm!" cried Twilight. Starlight, thinking quickly, cast a shield bubble around the table to prevent anyone from touching it.
"Discord! What did you do?" Twilight demanded, teleporting right up in his face.
"I... nothing! I don't understand! Ahem. Take me to Dosey Doe!" he said, and snapped his fingers. He vanished, and then re-appeared a moment later in the same spot. "But how is that possible?" he asked, talking mostly to himself. "Chrysalis' throne was destroyed. Where else could she have gone that I can't follow?"
Starlight was walking around the table and inspecting it. Something she saw stopped her in her tracks. "Discord, what kind of trap was that?"
"Just... just a simple plane shift trap, that's all," he replied, still confused by what had happened.
"Twilight, look at this." Twilight rushed over to Starlight's side. "It's the die Dosey rolled."
Through the shimmering, translucent shield, they both stared at the single crystalline icosahedron sitting next to a little figurine of a monk pony.
The number "1" stared back at them.
[DON'S DINER]
Dosey poofed into existence just outside and a few feet above the ground. She tumbled down, landing in a pink ball of mane, tail and hooves, thudding against the wall of a building she had never seen before, which squeezed a feeble "eek!" out of her. Getting shakily to a standing position (she felt as though she had just been pulled through a cheese grater), she examined this building, and then her surroundings. She immediately regretted this and rested her head against the building's door, feeling like she might faint.
Of course, since it was a revolving door, it offered no resistance, and she fell into the entrance, face-planting.
Don looked up at the pony door in Slight alarm. Ohhhhhh, that enterance did not bode well.
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