Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Lunar Cabinet #83
Happy Birthday Pinkie Pie! Celebrate, have some cake, party, and send out the party cannon!
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Adventure RP: Hosted by your Princess of the Moon.
State your character, as in Victory's post. There shall be not a hint of Sue activity or I will remove you without thinking. If anypony else would like to join, I will fit you in at a later time. All usual rules apply, only rule 2 is modified only to players. Of course i might deduct from your ethical balance if you dare kill innocents...*cough* when everypony is ready, we will begin.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Plink Plank Plunk
Plink Plank Plunk,
It's as simple as that.
Three sounds, three strings,
Each is no different.
Together they harmonize as one true melody,
Each cannot exist without the other.
Plink Plank Plunk, it has that sound, that ring, that feeling,
That all you need to do is Plink Plank Plunk!
But each one represents something different.
Plank, the lowest of them all,
The pitch mourns,
It represents all the despair,
The sadness, the misery, the chill,
It even shows the coldness of winter,
The mellowness of a calm morning,
The mysteriousness of a foggy day,
Plank, when you hear it,
You'll get that feeling.
Plink, short and sweet,
Just like things in life.
Savor the moment,
Get a plink of it.
Plunk, sometimes seriousness is what it takes,
There's a time for foolishness,
A time to joke around,
And there's a time to get serious all around,
But there's always a time for music.
Plink Plank Plunk!
It's simple really, nothing too complicated.
Plink Plank Plunk!
Pluck those strings, like you really mean it.
Plink Plank Plunk!
Sometimes it's a plank, but as long as you pluck with a plink, you'll be fine, no plunk here!
It's as simple as that.
Three sounds, three strings,
Each is no different.
Together they harmonize as one true melody,
Each cannot exist without the other.
Plink Plank Plunk, it has that sound, that ring, that feeling,
That all you need to do is Plink Plank Plunk!
But each one represents something different.
Plank, the lowest of them all,
The pitch mourns,
It represents all the despair,
The sadness, the misery, the chill,
It even shows the coldness of winter,
The mellowness of a calm morning,
The mysteriousness of a foggy day,
Plank, when you hear it,
You'll get that feeling.
Plink, short and sweet,
Just like things in life.
Savor the moment,
Get a plink of it.
Plunk, sometimes seriousness is what it takes,
There's a time for foolishness,
A time to joke around,
And there's a time to get serious all around,
But there's always a time for music.
Plink Plank Plunk!
It's simple really, nothing too complicated.
Plink Plank Plunk!
Pluck those strings, like you really mean it.
Plink Plank Plunk!
Sometimes it's a plank, but as long as you pluck with a plink, you'll be fine, no plunk here!
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