Equestrian Dungeon: Jury Edition
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Welcome to Equestrian Dungeon, the sequel to /mlp/ Tower. As in the last rendition of the game, the goal will be to get to the end of the segment or floor. Along the way, you will be able to keep items you find (and mischeviously bring along) in the Inventory, as well as work with a set number of players, dubbed "AnonPones," in the thread. AnonPones are created when a player joins the game. There are multiple interactive objects, such as switches, levers, giant metal springs, and the occasional undead or mechanical monstrosity that's out to kill your party. There are also many traps scattered throughout the floor, such as flamethrowers and bottomless pits, that also harm or kill your AnonPones. You have no floor diagram, alas "Flying Blind", and you will rely on
>Greentext parts of the story
to move along.
Recent updates: HP listing now in the /stats menu.
For new players: Post the nearest three items to your RIGHT excluding computer accessories, then post what race you'd like to be (Earth Pony, Pegasus, Unicorn).
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What you see here began as a series of comedy-centric stories with the concept of an alicorn-ascended Princess Applejack trying to change a mismanaged Equestria for the better by humorously interacting with the other, quite lazy, princesses.
Not to mention a whole bunch of Changelings with nothing better to do but cause mischief.
The whole thing was set in motion by this gem:
>So, wait, why am Ah' a princess again?
>Because you seem to be the only goddamn one of those ponies who gets that a Princess need to do actual work regarding maintenance of the kingdom. You know how much city planning or trade negotiations Twilight or Luna have done? Fucking nothing. Everyone is obsessed with the world ending threats they think I should fight, but the minute I point out the free health care I have to work to maintain everyone goes quiet. And don't even get me started on Cadence, who can't even manage a basic meeting with the Equestrian Games representative. Fucking annoying. Go do actual princess stuff, because apparently everyone else got the pamphlets mixed up or something and thinks "Princess" means "Beat cop."
Are you feeling creative? Try your hand at writing a story! No contribution is too small and we love having new folks around.
If you're more artistically inclined give a drawing or sketch a shot. Don't fret too much; it doesn't have to be fancy and we appreciate artwork a lot.
If that isn't your style either, writers always need feedback. So tell us what you liked - and what you didn't - to help us improve.
If you are unsure about anything, do not be afraid to ask. We will gladly bring you up-to-date or explain anything you feel is unclear.
Thread 178! A whole new year of Applejack has begun!
Frostbitten (CYOA) #15
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Greeting Phil and Peach and departing from the shack, you walk down the ever downtrodden streets, ones that seem to have a tinge of frost to them now. Everything seems to have this layer of coldness around it. The ground beneath your hooves feels as cold as the ice from Misty's house. Speaking of Misty, she walks silently by your side, head drowned in thought. You weren't sure whether it was the fact of what you said earlier, or the fact that you both would rather not bring any attention to the gigantic black cloud soon to be looming over the city.
You decide to break the silence.
“About back there, I didn't mean to make it sound like I don't want to tell ya my thoughts-”
>Hey, I get it Chance.
She rolls her weary eyes and smiles.
>You don't gotta worry about what I think. I get what you meant.
“Well you were acting a bit weird back there.”
>Well don't worry your silly little head about it, alright? It wasn't because of you, I've just got a lot more to think than say lately. With the storm coming, with me thinking about what happened in that basement, with everything related to the Pitchurst, I've got a lot of stuff on my mind. So don't get all worried and think it was your fault, alright?
You sigh and nod.
>Good. Now let's get to Pete's, shall we? Don't wanna keep the old bum waiting.