Hey.

Hey there Syntax! How're you?

Pretty good, you?

I'm pretty good, dunno what compelled me, but I decided to stop by and leave a hello! Anything new?

I watched Jem. Best show I've ever seen.

Jem? Never heard of it. What's that about?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSPb56-_I98&list=PL0876D29CE9EE439B

I can't say much, mostly because knowing what it's about kinda ruins it.

Alright, this looks interesting. I gotta watch some of this. :P

I'm headed to sleep, but I'll stop by again sometime! Thank you, and g'night pal!

Alright, night!

djponee?

Wait... Hey!

Indeed!

Crazy stuff. How has it been?

Hello there.

Do you remember me?

I do, but vaguely.

Ah, well quick question. Would you happen to have skype?

Would you be Zeta Prime?

Yes, who are you on skype?

I have no idea. "Dan" should be there somewhere.

Haldo. I guess adding you is the plan.

Likewise, I don't really come here anymore, but I've left behind too many memories to leave it for good.

Well, thanks :P

I try.

what are you reading at the moment?
what are you studying also, and what do you aspire to be.

I'm not reading anything but your comment.
I'm not really studying anything either, but I'd like to be a writer.
Not a book writer, though. Ideally, I'd be the head of some game studio.

what type of writer then, poetry? journalism? reviews? screenplay? theatre?

and we all wish we were game studio heads... we al do... -.-

The whole thing. The script, the environments, the whole world.

That being said, I was just at a game development program. You'd expect most people to want to be studio heads, but it's actually not true. Most people want a steady job they don't have to worry about too much. It was a really eye-opening experience too see that you can just take all the really ambitious goals.

can you send me an example of your writing?

Not just yet :P

I'm still working on it, but I guarantee it will be long and epic. Whether it will be good or not is a whole nother story, but it's a pony fanfic, so people will read it regardless, knowing bronies.

and stay in touch! all my friends on fj add me talk once or twice and then forget about me!

you seem like a nice guy

Well, I'll try. I don't go on FJ much at all anymore, and a lot of people asked me to send them it when I'm done.

Again though, I'll try.

oh cool.
link me it when your done xo

LOL

Well, yeah.

Is there something you can do so that you get an alert when someone leaves a comment on your profile?

It should give you one anyway.

Ah, I just realized it's because I never gave it an email.
Anyway, why would you kill me?

I don't remember you.

Understandable.

I mean, I remember you. I don't remember anything you did.

We've argued... once. Maybe twice. But it was nothing personal that would cause either of us to develop a sincere, understandable hatred of each other.

It doesn't matter how many times we've argued or how "personal" it was. If you were arguing about the merits of burning orphanages, it would have nothing to do with me, and it would only have been once, but you're an a-hole anyway.

So, what was it about?

I don't remember. I think it was something about whether or not other people's opinions mattered. You reminded me of Russell's Teapot, for some reason. I remember that part.

If it was about that, it was a matter of pursuing the truth, and if it was arguing about that, you were probably on the side of subjectivity. If that's true, you're probably a cynical member of the thread that doesn't really give a crap about anything. If that's true, then you have no solid ambition,(or direction) which means that you're not helping improve the world in any way, and you'd be proud of it.

I probably brought up Russell's teapot to say that anyone can claim anything, and because of that, they'd have to prove themselves right. If someone makes a claim without backing themselves up, they're automatically wrong, which is what an opinion is.

Just a ballpark guess.

I'm not proud of it, I am improving the world, and I have a lot of ambition.
Everything else is true, though.
I would try to pick you apart, but I don't really see a reason to.

I'm just trying to remind myself what made me say that. You don't have any reason of doing that, because you didn't say anything you had to remind myself of.

That being said, if you're someone with ambition, I probably dislike you because you value strength over being a good person. You probably think that people that want to kill themselves deserve to do so, and you wouldn't help them. You probably value what you want over what society wants. Again, ballpark guess. I'm just naming things I hate about people here.

Nope. I frequently defend suicidal people on the thread. I think it's the duty of the strong to protect the weak. More so, the mission of the intelligent to inform the ignorant.
I guess don't put a huge amount of value in moral rightness or wrongness, but I think that life would be much worse and much less interesting without the concepts and still apply them because of that. I wish we didn't require the guidelines to be good, but I understand and accept that we do.
If I had to guess why you hated me, it's because I'm an extremely argumentative person who expresses little care for the opinions of a lot of the people I talk to on the internet.
I don't really have any clear goal in debating with anyone I've argued with, I just use it as a means of occupying my time.

Heh. I could have written that. Well, apart from that "don't put a huge amount of value in moral rightness or wrongness".

Alright, I have no clue.

Me either. Functionally speaking, we're fairly similar people. I know a lot of people that don't like me because of the way I act, I'm sure you do as well.
I just didn't expect you to dislike me, due to those similarities. Which is why I brought it up.
I guess it's just because we had recently argued and I was one of the only names that came to mind.
That's usually why I mention people.

The people I dislike are the people that don't care about anything, and they're the ones that don't care about anything, so they don't care about being angry towards me.

I don't have many enemies.

I dislike a lot of people, just not to the point of hating them or wishing ill upon them.
I dislike them to the point where, when they're upset, it makes me a little happy.
Just to the point where schadenfreude takes effect, I guess.
I don't think I actually hate anyone I've seen on the threads.

...but it seems out definitions of "upset" are the same. Perhaps there was something along those lines.

I have to say, I hate many people here, but I'd never be glad to see someone upset.

Then that might've been why you disliked me.
Then again, that's just our definitions of hate being different.

That's not how the breakup works, but that poem works.

Anyway, shoot.

I know, it just came to me. :P

I'm making poems with a Greek theme, mainly referring to Greek concepts and gods, can you help me out a bit?

Sure.

Not really any different from what I normally do, but still.

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Well, how do I help?

Well, any ideas, criticisms, stuff like that!

First things first: Greeks were identical to you. They wrote poems about the same things. They're drop the afterlife at the same frequency that you would.

Above all, if you want to make ancient Greek-themed poetry, you need to be an ancient Greek. You seem to be forcing yourself to use rudimentary Greek concepts.

Okie dokie.

Ancient Greek? The first poem was kinda just an experimental one. The second one was inspired, I've always loved the concept of Eudaimonia.

Close enough :P

Anyways, I'll probably go to bed. See you later.

Speak to you later Syntax! ^_^

Smile, you're wonderful!

Hi.

Hiya Syntax, how are you?

I'm cool. In a little dilemma.

What happen? D:

It's this story I'm writing.
It's a really weird dilemma.
There's this lesbian character in this story, and I want to cut her out of it because I don't want to look like she's shoehorned in to put some "sex scenes" or something, but she's a genuinely useful character, and naturally, there are a lot of lesbians and bisexuals in the real world, so it logically makes sense.

I didn't think I'd have such stupid conflicts as a writer.

Doesn't seem that silly to me. It's a genuine concern, and I understand actually. :P

Well, what would you do?

Does it make sense to pair her with the main character?
Does it make sense to pair them in college? (I hate this stereotype of "experimental college girl", but that's where it is)

Well, how much of an impact does it have on the story? How do you want the story to end?

Absolutely none. They break up before the story really takes off.

D:

Hmm... That's a tough one...

Well, here's something to help. There's a pretty elaborate sex scene pretty early on, and that exact moment is the one that feels shoehorned, but the problem is, if I make them "hold hands sexually"... that's simply not how lesbians work. College lesbians have sex after a while, you know?

I'd say try for the pairing with the main character.

Why?

Well, you said it wouldn't have much impact on the overall story right? Since they break up before the story really takes off, I think it'd kinda mesh in with what you're going for.

Well, that makes sense. I just don't want people to leave thinking that's what the story actually is :P

Yeah, I can see the problem there, but you can pull it off. :3

What makes you so sure?

How would you approach it?

Because you and Quixote are excellent at your craft. :3

I dunno, I'm a poet, not a writer. :P

1. How do you know that?

2. Not exclusive. How would you approach this in a poem?

I'm not trying to be demanding or anything, I'm just wondering what you think.

I can tell, it's from how you type, you just have something about you in that I think you'd be a good writer.

A poem wouldn't be as descriptive, but it would follow along the same lines. Here's something I kinda just thought of on the spot. About the breakup part:

I thought I loved her, with all my heart
And I would love to hold her hand
The same one that I used to pull flowers apart.
But, then reality takes back command.
So now, life goes on for me
Goodbye, my lovely.

Oh please, you're not. I understand. :3

Actually, can you help me with something?

Spiffy!

the cape was rather annoying to make lol, too many touching lines

It looks annoying.

That being said, I see a round corner there.
Whether it was there or not, it'll look better sharper.

I think I know which one you're talking about, the little line closest to the base of the cape, but I'm gonna fix it tomorrow, when it isn't 5 am

It's only behind us if you've stopped :P

Of course I have. :P

Well, prove it.

How do you suggest I do that? I'd be happy to, either way. ^_^

It's not a one time thing.
I'd just like to see where you are now, and if you've improved at all.

Well, let's see, here...

I've still got my girlfriend, I've finished writing my thesis, all I've done on the thread until I left was do ITT's, and I've essentially become the thread psychiatrist. :P

I won't be on that much to prove anything, but if yo uask around, I don't think the first thing that comes to people's minds will be "he posted Rule 34. :/" x3

Your name certainly seems familiar, though.

Indeed, i think we've had a small conversation on the thread before ^^

How're you?:3

I'm k.
Leaving to bronycon soon.

awesome!

Yep.
Trying to get the first little parts of my fic printed out to take there.
I have no idea why. It just seems like a good idea.

seems like a great idea:3 what's it about?

It's about a human that goes crazy and tries to recreate ponyville in the real world.

That sounds kinda cool o-o

Well, thanks!
I try.

I'm sure it's awesome c:

That was just the wikipedia page for "Epic (genre)"...

Well, it won't be done for a looong time.
It's really long and epic, for better or worse.
I mean, not "epic" in the modern "explodey" definition.
"Epic" as in " [url deleted]

I see:3 I'd love to read it, when it's finished ^^

Well, I hope people do.
It would be nice to make something worth reading.

I'm certain it will be!

oh sorry i didnt notice you got on
and I was asleep
I maded a vector

It's going interestingly.
I'm trying to make my own pony site, and trying to write my own fanfiction.

Cool... what is the site and fanfiction going to be about?
Also I remembered to sign in today.

It's just a forum.
The fanfiction is called Ponyville.
It's grim.

A forum... well then... sounds cool I suppose.
And oh my... a grim fanfiction...
How grim is it?

It's not grim because it has serial killers or anything, it's grim because it takes place over a really long time, and everyone dies eventually.

I see... well then... you just gave away the ending...
Are they going to die of natural causes or are they going to have horrible accidents and stuff like that?

That's the thing.
It's not the ending.

Well then... how do you continue a story without any characters? Or do some live?

You'll see :P

Oh fuck me... I forgot to check FJ...
Well I guess tell me when you get that story finished. I'll give it a read when I get the chance.
If I remember to log in that is...

lol.
Well, I'll let people know eventually.

When is eventually?
How close are you to being done?

I'll probably release it a chapter at a time...
No idea.
It depends how long I make the chapter.

What?

That seems contradictory.

It is.

Well, what are you trying to say?

Thank you for helping me get better at arguing.

So what's with that whole "worse example of a human being" bit?

That was a joke because arguing on the internet is usually seen as a sign of stupidity.

Well, that's the point of getting good at arguing.
Once you're good, you have no competition on the internet.
I mean, internet arguments are famous for being slapstick stupid.
I'm trying to help that, and giving people power from it is the perfect thing to entice people to not suck.

No hard feelings if you don't do it again :p

Hello.

**warzon gropes syntaxses ass**

How goes things?

It goes alright.
I'm finally sitting down and adding to my story.
Friend is going online in a game, so I can't later.

**warzon shrugs**

Still doesnt mean ill let go

Well, you can stay if you want, I don't see what you can gain out of it.

comfort pillows etc

Alrighty then.
Well, I don't see it :P

**warzon shrugs and burys his head into her breasts**

That sentence confused me.

(He has shrugged
then placed his head inbetween her breasts
which is blocked with bra plus shirt...but still)

I'm fine.
It's just him specifically.

More importantly, why are you creeping through my comments?

Well it wasn't your comments.

I was looking for this thing Aulus posted on the thread. Checked every single one of his comments for it until i found it. But as i was checking i noticed something about you. Just wanted to make sure you're okay and if you needed help with anything or somepony to talk to.

Anyways. Just know that I'm here for you. ^.^

I'm fine.
Just... planning.
Lots of planning.
I don't need someone to talk to though.
I'm just looking for people willing to... resuscitate the thread.

Your vocabulary is that of a deeply intelligent British man.
Do you write fan-made fictional stories or anything of that caliber?
It wouldn't shock me if you didn't.

I also wouldn't mind help bring back the thread.

HAH!
I actually am!
Bronycon is coming up, I wanted to bring something.
I'm bringing a fanfcition called "ponyville".
It's grim.

Whatever it is.
Coming from you it must be pretty damn awesome.

I have the first page (Yeah, that's it) written. It's not edited or anything, and it doesn't reveal, well... anything from the plot, but it's written.
If you want to read it, you can. I'd rather show someone the crude, stupid version first, so they know the faults, than edit it and cross my fingers, you know?

If you want, Sure. Go ahead.

Uh... there we go.
It... exists.
That's all I can say about it.
It exists.

", shape, or complexion attracted much [url deleted] 5 feet 4 inches"

I have absolutely no idea.
It says "attention", and "she stands at..." or something along those lines.

I'll read it in a minute. I'm just...
handling another one of my 357 problems. ^.^

I got 99 problems, but a fic ain't one.

Now, to figure out how to fit a page onto here...

14/7/2108
"It was a cartoon."
Eliza felt a horrible chimera of an emotion, part surprise, part disappointment, and nothing in between.
"How much of it?" she finally decided on asking.
"Everything in this city was designed after it. Every tree, every house, every character. Each stone has an antipode."
"How far does it go?" She continued with exasperation, "Our art? Our architecture? Our people? Our music?"
"Have you ever seen the outside of Ponyville?" Celestia asked, with her usual stiff, but smiling, upper lipped tone.
"I don't think anyone inside of it has... Well, apart from you."
"Well, then, I think it's about time you saw the outside. You don't know half the story."

PONYVILLE

CHAPTER 1:
THE WORLD

26/5/2012

The stage is set glumly. The great stage light in the sky was blocked out by black clouds leaving torrential rains, ignoring the scene completely. The crowd was noisy as ever, cars pushing water through the streets, people hurrying to cover with makeshift umbrellas. The set for the opening scene was a typical one, too, one of dozens and dozens of Tim Hortons in Vancouver. Thanks to this reception, no one seemed to realize there was even a story going on.Entering centre stage was Audrey, the lead role and actor. The door dinged in futility, being that the cashiers were facing it already. Unsurprisingly, no one in the store took notice to her apart the cashier taking the order.She was one of thousands of female, brown-haired (done in a ponytail) 19 year olds in the city, and nothing about her stature, shape, or complexion attracted much [url deleted] 5 feet 4 inches, she was towering over dwarves, and towered over by giants, like most people. Weighing in at 136 pounds, she was a smidge under the usual weight for women her age. She had dark brown eyes, which did stand out from lighter coloured eyes, well, as much as eye colour can stand out in a crowd.The stop at Tim Hortons didn't amount to much.

She ordered an iced coffee and a turkey bacon sandwich with an overcompensatingly stern manner. The regular coffee was to bitter, the donuts were stodgy, the bagels had way too much cream cheese, but were inedible without it. Despite her tone, she took her food with a smile. The door dinged again, even more useless than before, as she left. She didn't pay much attention to the rain, whether it was falling in her coffee, her hair, or her eyes. Getting to the bus stop, she didn't stand under the roof, either. Standing in rain put her in a tenacious mood. The bus coming up, however, didn't. She paid the somewhat usual $3.75 and took a window seat. Leaning against the window, she told herself that this was simply too great of a mood to not think deep thoughts. The ride was long, too; her mind was wandering anyways. Unfortunately, she didn't have any drastic stances on the world. Try as she might, she couldn't let herself be overwhelmed by ugliness and evil to form a stance on the world. Without even trying, didn't see the constant good neo-hippies tell her to see. All in all, there wasn't a stance she could take, given that this world is the only one that has ever existed and all. Her mind stopped thinking about it just as fast as it tried starting i, and for the rest of her trip, her thoughts only got more inane. Her thoughts bounced from hippies to the food in her hands, to all sorts of scarcely connected topics. They settled on the friend she was visiting, Nicole, as she reached her stop in Sunset.

Historically, Sunset was essentially the “Little India” of Vancouver, thanks to its Punjabi market. There was a lot of south, east, and southeast Asians though, along with imported trees and plants:Chinese windmill palms, Japanese maple trees, and especially Japanese cherry trees. More recently, though, it along with the rest of east Vancouver had its influx of all sorts of races of students and families on the... lower income group of the city. Nicole's family was Asian though, and had lived there for a few generations. Her father came from a Chinese family, and her mother from an Indian one. Nicole herself looked purely Chinese, though, at least, to someone that didn't pay much attention.
Relative to Audrey, she was shorter and fatter, but not by a whole lot. Her skin was bronzed, her hair went straight down with some frayed ends, and her eyes were almost black. Being an Asian, however, made it so that dark brown eyes only made her blend in even more. She was fair-looking, but with sparse acne.
Audrey reached their house, while the rain was fading away. It was a very modest house. They higher level of the house had white walls, the lower had light brown faux bricks. The roof was covered in curved burgundy shingles. The grass was green and short, the fence was white, the door was white, and the whole house looked perfectly middle class.
Walking up to the door, she could see figures through the drapes of the façade window, and getting closer, she heard some sort of contention in the house, from voices she identified as the parents of the house. She raised her hand to knock, being that they were right on the other side of the door, however, the door opened when she lifted her hand, leaving her hand hovering in the air. Compounding to the awkwardness was the mother, staring at her with a smirk.
“Black power?” She finally joked, imitating her pose.
They withdrew their hands, slowly, but with perfect synchronization.
“Who is it?”

Wow, this is amazing!
The story is simply just captivating
The whole piece is probably going to be astonishing.

You are a damn good writer. Sorry if this is flattering you too much, i just want you to know that. Thanks for letting me read the first page.

Awesome!
Well, I tried.
I can't say the story has much happening yet, but so you don't go into the story expecting something completely different... I should give a brief... "genre definition".
It starts off pretty realistically, with a regular human watching FiM and trying to recreate it in the real world, and once it's actually made, "part 2" starts, where the cast gets replaced and it gets all sci-fi.
It's gritty, and I'm basing the future on modern projections I'm researching, but those projections are pretty crazy, so don't expect anything that ends the same way it begins.

Just know that the entire page can be cut out, I just want to start with some atmosphere.
If this beginning doesn't work, I'll get a new one. I started a few days ago.