Imaginal Casements

"Glorious!" the Templar intoned, brandishing his spear.

"You've said that five times in the last hour," the female Wizard muttered. "I do not think it means what you think that it means."

"Look at that monstrous creature!" The Templar charged into the thick of the fight against the elite monsters. He engaged the weakest of them, while the rest of them all charged at the Wizard.

"Oh, bugger," the Wizard said, executing the complex battlefield maneuver known as Frost Nova + Force Wave + Run Like Hell, heading back towards the nearest chokepoint on the stairs. "Templar? TEMPLAR! A bit of help here!"

Distant grunts echoed across the battlefield.

Five minutes later, after a certain amount of kiting enemies behind her and blasting them before running away again, the Wizard pulled herself out from under a pile of corpses, mainlining healing potions.

"A worthy opponent!" the Templar cried, prancing around nearby. "Come, let us seek out evil and cleanse it!"

"You don't think that just for a change you could do the fighting while I stand round and declaim?" the Wizard suggested, fairly certain that he wasn't listening.

"The light of justice shall cleanse this cesspool!"

"No, I didn't think so."

They began to advance again.

"Look at that monstrous creature!" the Templar declared, pointing at the new oncoming group of elite monsters.

The Wizard made a suggestion.

"But where would I get the butter?" the Templar asked, looking puzzled. "And how would this serve to defeat our opponents?"

"Never mind," the Wizard sighed. "I think your next phrase is 'Glorious'!"

"Glorious!" the Templar shouted, charging into battle.

-- (while the Templar is the most useful companion for me in Diablo 3, he does have his annoying moments...)

On the whole . . . I think I will not be doing Yaoi-con this year. (And be fair. I have been attending it for several years now.) Possibly next year I will feel differently.

Also, I need more energy. And brains. And time. And everything else. Where are diabolical contracts when you really want them?

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branes, sai molesworth two.

this is the sad tale of how st custards hold out against marauding zombie horde. many noble skoolboys (and some masters too) die in heroic defense of halowd skool, etcetera. my own brother molesworth two has becom zombie and now wanders around skool grounds looking for branes.

this is because he never had any himself, i tell peason.

peason, who is still my grate frend even tho the zombies have eaten his nose, sai no, it is because he has been infected by evil zombie virus. (they sai on internet that zombie virus has been invented in america because that is where they make zombies and superheroes, but they also sai on internet that little ponies will save the world, so boo chiz to internet.)

you must end his suffering, peason sai.

i would, i sai, but i do not have a shotgun.

at this point fotherington-tomas enter. hello clouds hello sky hello zombies, sai fotherington-tomas. then he pull out boomstik.

can i borrow your boomstik, i sai.

molesworth, sai fotherington-tomas, i greve for your pane, but all bulets must be rationed and molesworth two is only one zombie. also you kno that i have sworn to save the last bulet for myself.

fotherington-tomas is still utterly weedy and wet. any real man kno that kattannas are beter against zombies anyhow. grabber win mrs joyful prize for rafia work and zombie decapitashun using a kattanna in both each hand.

then grimes enter baring kane. all boys to me, he cri. the zombies have breached the mane gate...

-- Skool of the Dead, definitely not by Willans and Searle, though with all due homage to them

I blame Friday afternoon for this one. And for the bad puns.


MY LITTLE CRIMINAL MIND

This team works for the PBI (Pony Bureau of Investigation).

Cherry Garcia: a Unicorn whose less-than-legal past is far distant, and who was certainly never involved in any sort of collaboration with the great and powerful Trixie. Now serves as main researcher for the team.

Hutchner: the Team Leader. An Earth Pony from a family of rabbit-breeders and lawyers, which may account for his expressive eyebrows and dry sense of humour.

Jay Jay: a Pegasus who serves as “overflyer” to the team, supervising communications and working with the local authorities.

Morgan: a Pegasus, previously in the Royal Guard. His glossy chocolate flanks are much admired by connoisseurs, and he is an expert at kicking down doors. Or anything else.

Prentice: an Earth Pony, new to the team but apparently an all-round expert agent. Rumours about some sort of past history with Interpony on an anti-Everfree taskforce are currently unsubstantiated.

Read: an even more studious than usual Unicorn, although his mane is less than stylish.

Russet: an Earth Pony. Reliable, stubborn, persistent, expert hostage negotiator. Believed to have relations near Ponyville who keep him supplied with cookery ingredients.


(PS: and yes, for reference, I have read a certain MLP fanfiction, or at least skimmed it, though I didn't imagine this team involved in it. And I have no idea how a fanfic with this team in it would work. I just couldn't resist the image once I had it.)

If you were to spot me being hauled off in a police car, what would you suspect was my "crime"?

Post your reply here as a comment here, then echo this question on your LJ to find out what folks think of you.

A meme from everwhere : List three stories you think I will never ever write, and I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.

(Just don't expect long snippets.)

Sent round to my colleagues at work. Will make less sense to those who are not my work colleagues and clinical coders.

( A Modest Proposal )

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

(taken from daegaer)