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And now I present: Kickass Bioshock crossovers.

I sure love geddan, don't you?

You don't want me to lock the MLP entry again, do you?
DON'T. TOUCH. LORD OF THE RINGS

They're against you Tomberry. FIRE ZE MISSILEZ!

I've got a better idea. Let's take every single verb in the LoTR and replace it with the word desu.

“PIPPIN: I didn't think it would desu this way.

GANDALF: Desu? No, the journey doesn't desu here. Desu is just another path, one that we all must desu. The grey rain-curtain of this world desus back, and all desus to silver glass, and then you desu it.

PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? Desu what?

GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a desu sunrise.

PIPPIN: Well, that isn't so bad.

GANDALF: No. No, it isn't.”

But I am le tired.

PROGRESS AND QUALITY. No seriously, that's a good model.

Someone said Bioshock?

Plots to ponify

You shall not Desu!

Desu, Desu.

Found this on page 602 of the Pony image bank.

For the record, it has a mega-long URL.

I see someone bumped this thread.

Throw the man who bumped this discussion into the volcano, and bomb this thread into oblivion.

Hey guys, look what I did in one minute and twelve seconds. (Timed myself.)

"So you're going to go through with it?" Twilight Sparkle said

quietly.
"I am," Mayor McMare replied. "I've been planning this for a long time.
It'll give the Ponies of Ponyville something to talk about for the next
weeks, or months, more likely. Anyway, at least I'll have my dignity."
"That may be all you have…" Twilight mused aloud, rubbing her chin idly.

For weeks now caravans were coming from all over Equestria to bring provisions for the Grand Galloping Gala.

Wagons of food from the orchards of Apploosa, glittering decor from
Phillydelphia and treacly packages from Manehatten arrived
every day, making the neighborhood much more crowded and cluttering up
streets. Even the ponies who never thought bad of McMare were beginning to show irritation. "Mayor McMare is startin' to git a mite annoying," old Granny Smith grumbled, seated outside Sweet Apple Acres.
"Strange things is happenin' make no mistake. Why just a yesterday a bunch o' them
zebras dragged their cart right 'crost mah yard and crushed the windfalls!"
"A bunch of ponies from Phillydelphia to sell me some siding," mused Old Yokes from Stalliongrad. "Said it was because they had extra from building the mess-hall back out by the forest, and they were trying to get rid of it. Strange ponies hereabouts."
Granny Smith scowled, "A zebra ain't no pony, dip-stick!"
"Either way, it will help towards a growing economy," sneered Vinyl Scratch, the local
banker. "A lot more money in circulation, meaning the Market is going to grow here in Ponyville. Unionization is down because of all the entry-level service positions
that are being created. Widening gap between the haves and have-nots, yes? Good to find work for idle hooves."
"And you don't know nothin' about anythin', Vinyl," Granny Smith
snapped, echoing the popular community sentiment. "McMare is no good, I tells ya! It's small wonder if trouble don't come a' knockin on her and her governmental ways. The Revolution's a'comin', and it's the likes o'you who'll be the first ag'inst the wall, I say." And with that, she spat a well-aimed apple-core into Vinyl Scratch's glass.

At last the day of the Big Party arrived. Everywhere there was elegant ponies and fine eats, with the grounds littered with cheap party-favors for the fillies and colts. Twilight

set off a series of fireworks later on in the day, including great
skywriting missiles and little flaming butterflies who took to wing,
sailed off into the night.
The last firework sent up a great black smoke which took the shape
of a giant mountain of fire. A flicker could be seen of a giant dragon
sailing about its peak; after a moment the great dragon went sailing over
the heads of the crowd, causing great panic and consternation and six
outright panic attacks before imploding somewhere over The Everfree' neighborhood, causing considerable uproar to the more paranoid ponies.
"That is the signal for supper!" McMare cried out to the survivors, who were only partly calmed.

someone thread jack this before it gets any further… do it

Can do!

THIS THREAD IS NOW ABOUT PUPPIES.

Find a picture of ponies that connects to this:

(Credit for the pic goes to Teh D00che, our royal Presidon't (He's on Failbook)).

Besides the relation between presidents and presidon'ts (Which is very slim) That has nothing to do with the picture. NOW BOW TO YOUR MIGHTY PRESIDON'T TEH D00CHE!

I think it's similar. Both drink, both like lemons, both are terrible leaders, and they're both douches.

How did this silly thread become so hilarious?

At first I was serious, then I trolled, now I'm bored.

Teh D00che is not a terrible leader, and his name is Teh D00che. But I'm not going to challenge your opinions on Bill Clinton.

But I'll challenge your opinions on D00che. He's terrible, and you're stupid for not thinking the same as me.

The only reason I'm not challenging your opinions on Bill Clinton is because it will result in a huge debate, and I don't want that. You have no idea who Teh D00che is, and thus you have no right to accuse him of anything. You are unaware of anything he has done, and because of this, I decree you A BIG GIANT POOPY-HEAD.

THE CALL SIGN!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRGH!

Dies

Kasrkai, you're such a terrible troll.

Actually, at some points he made be pretty mad. Of course that was when he wasn't trolling.

A TOAST, TO VICTORY!

Copypasta toast!

Like you know when I was trollin'…

Anyway, as a wizard, I'm reincarnated as a Lich.

MOAR PONY LOTR TO COME!!!

Kalmo, you're such a… I don't know, but I don't like you very much, I know that!

He's a pokemon master.

AND HE'S GONNA CATCH 'EM ALL.

Really? I thought he was King of Games.

Edit: Wait, if he's already a Pokemon master, wouldn't he already have caught them all?

So you don't know why you don't like me? That's very odd.

No, not with all the new generations coming out.

I know why I don't like you. You cocky. TOO COCKY.
Not even cool cocky, like Han Solo.
You should be more like Han Solo.

But I don't want to be oooooooooold.

And sometimes being cocky is a good thing. I'm not cocky all the time though. I've just been in a weird mood lately.

Then be more like Obi-Wan in Episode I.

Kalmo's a dashing young blonde man playing a guitar, and you're a cat in a dress.

U JELLY?

Fuck no, I'm completely satisfied with my dress and successful attention whoering.

And his hair is orange.

You're a Japanese schoolgirl wearing an old guy's fedora and I'm a guy from a webcomic that no one knows.

ME JELLY

Guys
I fucking love Dead Space