checkoutthesedecks: (Fuuuck what is this talking horse shit)
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[Well once again Spike had completely lost track of the time...about a few weeks or so. He appears on the communicator, a little woozy from whatever binge he's been on for the last few days. Like some kind of bad art film, he lays in the sand for a few moments slowly coming out his self-induced coma. He notices the camera, looking at it like he found a free tv before he realizes...]

Shit.

I'm still here.

Shiiiiiiiiiiit.

[He rolls over, his back to the communicator.]

Okay, gonna take a nap for the next month, so...whatever...

[It's two minutes before the communicator times out.]

checkoutthesedecks: (Woah necrophilia ok bye)
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[You know what? He could have dealt with the whole mysterious island bullshit, he could have handled the creepy red guy because at least there were some drugs. But no, he did not get kidnapped all this way for Ponyville the Sequel.

He did not fucking step outside to meet a stampede of centaurs trouncing their way in his path. Rushing out of the way, he soon finds himself overwhelmed by their huge feet. The little dragon has no choice but to cling to one of the creature's legs. Looks like the dragon was going on a ride through the island.]


Fuck. This. Place. So much...
checkoutthesedecks: (Bad vibes dude)
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[The feed flickers on to a very burnt out dragon, bags under his red eyes and everything. Wow, that was a terrible night. And now...he was on some beach. Not bad, but still, his brain is fried.]

Yo Twilight, can you come pick me up?

Augh, I don't even have bus fare, what the hell...

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