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MLP: EG Review (Warning- logical)... ugh,ah... How do I start this?... hugh... The world has it's sins, and there are none who are or have created exceptions... But today, and for the past week or so I have wondered of one thing, that haters and brony's everywhere are themselves unsure what to think of hasbro's most recent marketing ply... Or as I see it, a poke in the eye to about everyone who is familiar with the series that tries to appeal "more to younger audiences, as well as the more feminine crowd..." You all know what I'm talking about, it's time to review the trailer and... "idea" of My Little Pony: Equestrian Girls, and be fore warned, I will use ALL of my personal opinions, even if you don't agree, I do not care. And... without further hold, let us begin.
So, we start off some time after the end of season 3. Why? 'Cause Hasbro didn't go far enough out of left field. We then see Twilight hug princess Cadence, some o
Night of the Curse - Chapter 2: Thunder Over FireThey each went into their respective rooms, which they called as they entered, as all teenagers do. Before heading to outside to the garden area, which was now muddy due to the rain, they decided to have dinner. It seemed as though even if Uncle Franklin no longer owned the house, most of the workers still stayed in case family came to visit. The Chef walked up to the table and asked each what they “craved this fine evening”. Since Amanda was a Vegetarian, she chose a salad with the finest dressing they had. John, well, he chose to have a small steak, with mashed potatoes. It took Tony some time to decide, but he finally chose a sandwich. Since Anna had already ate before the trip, she just asked for some bread and water.
Upon finishing up, and stuffing their faces with all the foods that lay before them, they decided to head outside finally.
“Don't you just miss the clean, cool air of Tennessee?” John asked everyone. They all nodded a bit, as they couldn't lie
Night of the Curse - Chapter 1: Ghost Stories
This is a story of a group of friends, college students, no less. Not just your ordinary group, though, but a special group. And not that kind of special, they are as smart as you and I. This group were a bit of a fantasy gang. Monster Hunters. Taking on things such as Minotaurs, Vampires, simple things ranging to enraged gargoyles, rouge dragons, even to the mighty hydra. Now, they must beat their most difficult opponent yet, one that has taken minor control of one of their very close friend.
We start off with the kids heading off to a large mansion, “inheritance” in a way, that once belonged to one of the boy's, Jonathan Wayne Jr. he had suggested to his friends that they could go there to spend the summer, or what little of it they had left with their profession. The other 2 ones not behind the wheel, Amanda Jones and Tony Randal, listen to the”Tome Translator” of the 4, Anna Winters, tell stories she read on the internet of all these bizarre cr
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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