B-Day the 24th, celebration the 27th. Yes the tags are correct.
A.R., L.R., C.M. came over, as well as my honorary uncle. Y.G. invited, couldn’t make it.
At 5:00 we fanned rice and started rolling sushi. We rolled for about an hour. I presented medals that I had handcrafted which represented the Elements of Harmony. The guests came dressed according to their elements.L.R. had to leave early. Topics discussed were how much the sushi rolls looked like blunts, how if L.R. and I had the same colored hair, I could be her large-nosed brother, how we should start a Sushi-Stick business (Uncut maki like Walkin’ Tacos), how great I am, and how everyone can count on me for drugs.
Then we ate sushi and watched Party of One and the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000, which A.R. and I sang along to.
Then we played my D&D MLP homebrew crossover. It was epic. Sweetsong (my brother), Lucky “Swarly” Swirl (C.M.), and Peachy Pie (A.R.) as a Pegasus Bard, Unicorn Wizard, and Earth Pony Fighter. They attended Prince Blueblood’s coronation, and Queen Pedolestia (in an appropriate voice) offered Swarly a banana. He took it. Peachy Intimidated the balls off Sweetsong, and became the party leader. Then they picked up train tickets from Princess Luna, and witnessed Celestia’s sunset. Then they crashed at Sugarcube corner, one of the only open places in town (the city was vacant — everyone was at the coronation). Swarly failed at baby-wrangling, and Sweetsong and Peachy helped with the merch. They all crashed and woke up at 5:50, 10 minutes until the train to the southern border leaves. Peachy bolted, Swarly grabbing her tail and Sweetsong grabbing hers in turn. They outpaced the train, and Swarly halted the train with an impressive display of magic. Boarding, they pass Appleoosa and hit the southern border.
At the military compound, they meet Jo’queez the sickly yellow and blue dragon. He hasn’t the aptitude for fancy letter sending, so he just vomits letters from Celestia up. Celestia informally tells them of their location and mission as border patrol. After the forcefield nuke that scattered the changelings, trouble has been brewing. Changelings separated from their queen have split into various groups, some trying to live peacefully, some plotting revenge, others going rogue and still others seeking their Queen. Jeeps with coal-powered engines line the paved roads of the compound, and barracks with a General’s tent (General absent, arriving in one day) are enclosed by tall gates with torch cannons trained on the forest. Timberwolves regularly rush the gates, and the cannons torch the forest. Our party enters the forest and kills, K.O.’s, and coup-de-grace’s 4 wolves. Rolling a 20 on perception, “Everything is on fire. Get out. Run.” A.R., entrenched in the moment, genuinely panics. “How could I have been so stupid?!”
They run into a torched clearing where they see Fluttershy trying to save one lone tree. Sweetsong summons rainclouds. Peachy rolls a 20 on insight, and “That’s not Fluttershy.” Rolling well on arcana and stealth, Swarly ties ‘Fluttershy’ up by the legs and hoists her into the air. Peachy massively intimidated and tears the flesh of her cutie mark off, revealing a bloodied blackish gaping wound. ‘Fluttershy’ screams like no pony would. Yeah, he really ‘tore her ** up.’ Sweetsong is like “Holy s*** what’d you do that for?” Peachy has a violent streak — as Pinkie’s cousin, it’s even written into her bio. Sweetsong is spacey, and Swarly is the only truly smart one. BTW it’s Swarly’s first time playing D&D.
They lower the changeling Fluttershy (it has become apparent that it is a changeling) and they hear and see rustling in nearby bushes (I place bushes on the chessboard used as the encounter space. I must say, it works out well.). Swarly patches and cauterizes the wound, and they complete interrogating the Flutterling. They are told that the changelings aren’t intentionally driving the timberwolves towards the base, but that they are merely defending themselves. The party then decides to book it. “Are there more of you?” “Ye — ah, no! There aren’t more of me, and there certainly aren’t 10 hiding in those bushes over there.” (Roll a 1 on bluff against a 19 insight). So yeah, they book it.
Oh, and baby pictures show up. You could see my balls. And our fingers smell like rice vinegar. And next time, I whip out audacity and podcast this s***, because it is the funniest most entertaining thing ever and I can’t bear to go without it preserved for posterity. There were lots of lewd jokes because I’m so good at it.
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