Thrakerzod: @Gomenasai: So the replicas have been ridden of the defects of the originals. So Scootaloo will live to see robots fly better than she ever will, sporting the idealistic pegasus wings... A flightless bird, a chicken, hmmm....
Chef_Retardee: And thus ponies never had to find a special somepony with which to share experiences and emotions with, they could just sit at home screwing a soulless mechanical dick hole.
Anonymous3: I hate fucking bronies man, they just cant watch their stupid show and fap to Rule 34 of some cartoony ass mini horses! They just have to spread this diseased shit around the internet like some contagion, and turn a perfectly fine children's show into some perverted fap fest. No wonder Hasbro ain't doing so well with the Mlp products, is because of these faggity ass shit bags and their My Little Pony porn! Fuck them, and fuck 2010, the year this all BEGAN! We NEED A FUCKING APOCALYPSE, to wipe them off the FUCKING PLANET!!!!
Thumper: Spike: I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.
I remember when I was with Special Forces--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into a camp to inoculate it. The foals, the fillys. We left the camp after we had inoculated the young for polio, and this old donkey came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated hoof. There they were in a pile--a pile of little hooves. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my tail out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "By Celestia, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that--these were not monsters, these were stallions, trained cadres, these ponies who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have foals, who are filled with love--that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those ponies, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have ponies who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgment--without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.
I worry that my hatchlings might not understand what I've tried to be, and if I were to be killed, twilight, I would want someone to go to my home and tell them everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, twilight, you...you will do this for me.
Anonymous6: @Anonymous 2: I don't see why you "anti bronies" can't shut up and stay out of our business. If you don't like it then why do you bother try to deprivpe other people of what they like. The only reason there is an anti Bronte community is because a bunch of dick fucks felt they needed attention so they started hating on something that got really popular really quick that didn't seem likely at first. Leave us to be us. If you come across any pony stuff. And you don't like it. FUCKING IGNORE IT AND SHUT UP. You do realize that there are some suicidal people out there (like me for example) and my little pony saved my pathetic life.What your saying with your comment, is that I deserve to have killed myself just because I liked something that you didn't. You fucking disgust me.
Anonymous12: @Scounge: Well, one of them wrote about a little girl who falls in love with an older married man who is raising her and then they get married, but I can't say what the other Bronte sisters wrote about
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Like bronies.
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I also screw my soulless mechanical dick hole on the bus, at the library, and while waiting in line for food.
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I remember when I was with Special Forces--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into a camp to inoculate it. The foals, the fillys. We left the camp after we had inoculated the young for polio, and this old donkey came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated hoof. There they were in a pile--a pile of little hooves. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my tail out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "By Celestia, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that--these were not monsters, these were stallions, trained cadres, these ponies who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have foals, who are filled with love--that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those ponies, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have ponies who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgment--without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.
I worry that my hatchlings might not understand what I've tried to be, and if I were to be killed, twilight, I would want someone to go to my home and tell them everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, twilight, you...you will do this for me.
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Also, next time you feel like that, write out the comment, then don't post it. It'll get it off your chest without giving them the satisaction.