Blue

This thread was about a feud between two users once upon a time.

There still is a difference between Friends with Fire and Fire-forged Friends.

Rather, that suspicion is what you want us to think, Ian.

Well this fridge had an improvised explosive in it earlier, but it looks like someone ate it.

Here comes that silent funk of the ambiguity that comes from what you fear or suspect people think of you based upon your conduct in-game, how much you talked and what you talked about. I thought Bullseye would sound kind of older.

You guide yourself onto the gantry crane and land on the jib near the hook. Looking down it looks like about ten feet to some shipping containers. On top of the container nearest to you is a clip of ammo and some kind of green and white box-shaped thing. You look around a bit, and see the operator of the crane inside the cab. A man with a bowler hat and red ear protectors with a microphone is sitting inside the cab, he appears to mouth something but you can't hear him over the din of some nearby air conditioners. The conditioners don't seem to be working because for whatever reason, there is a rather unlikable stench to this container room. Something that smells like its burning. You remove the parachute and leap down to the container, landing with a "ka-thomb!" on the corrugated steel surface. Obvious exits are to drop from this container to the one below, but in which direction? Obvious exits are NORTH, WEST and EAST.

Knowing stuff about MLP does not make you a brony. Being a highly active member of the community and/or contributing to the fanbase I believe are the qualifiers.

Super red?

You're so eloquent this evening, Epsilon. Well played, my fine sir Blue. You're sarcasm is top notch, if I say so myself. While Epsilon may yell random insults and obscenities to the ponies and directed at the ponies. I, tend to keep things civilized and handled with a bit of class. So Blue, make your move. Is that to insinuate that we are both the most respectable representatives of opposite sides of an argument? Such a theory is a rather particular imposition considering we are opposite sides of the same coin, continuously flipping in the ambiguity of the derision between the sides of this war.

Coldheartedly you hit Jerry in the back of the spine with the curved edge of your crowbar, making him yelp in pain and fall sideways onto the tram roof, too stunned to move or react. You rummage in his pocket and pull out his parachute, quickly strapping it on. Jerry manages to cough out a protesting "Hey!" as you secure the waist straps onto your suit. "Sorry Bud, no hard feelings. But seriously though, you can hover, you're a freaking magical flying fish! Can't you jump yourself?" Before he can say anything to retort, you leap over the side in a "haters gonna hate" pose before loosing the parachute. The chute unfurls and catches you snug-like about the chest and pelvis and lets you fall safely. You are now descending the shaft at a relatively comfortable pace. The steering straps, coiled on your wrists allow some degree of control over where you fall. In order to make sure you have any idea what you're doing, you safely navigate the chute past the lower tram rail. You can see below you are a green gantry crane, and some stuff below that but can't quite make it out at this distance. Obvious exits are to Glide NORTH or continue DESCENDing.

Black is a wonderful lack of color, or absorber of light.

You're so eloquent this evening, Epsilon.

I'm more of an International Orange kind of guy, personally.

Who you callin' pinhead?

For the record while I do not have a strong inclination to one side or another in the contrived conflict between pro and anti ponies, I protest to the use of violent imagery to convey opinions of it. Such images are objectionable and unnecessary.

I think a more important feature than being a skilled speaker would be ability to relate and peacekeeping demeanor.

Raspberry strawberry cranberry pie with whip cream.

Ravel is a conductor and revel is the verb for pleasure. But I knew what you meant so it's entirely a-ok bru. Weclome.

Sad limbs. I don't like having numb limbs.

Well that's a relief. Because stab pirates are my one weakness.

In the words of Stephen Fry: "For me, it's a cause of some upset that more Anglophones don't enjoy language. Music is enjoyable, it seems, and so is dance and other, atheletic forms of movement. People seem to find sensual and sensuous pleasure in almost anything but words, these days." Both sides don't appear to be significantly inclined to express themselves with originality and verbal freshness with each passing statement, they simply reiterate the points made about ponies or other propensities made many posts ago, and then place pictures, trusting that the images will state what they think. Trusting that the claim "a picture is worth a thousand words" is enough to sustain both arguments, both pro and anti-pony. This is not an argument, merely an observation.

I should be able to come.

Yeah I thought it would be funny if someone construed it analogous to Alyxx's avatar, but it never happened so I never said anything to the effect. And now that I've pointed it out, it's rather nullified.