one apple [video]

[appletastic]

[Hey look, a video with a very farm-like backdrop! Nothing new. That the farmer on the video is a small orange horse wearing a cowboy hat might be somewhat new, though.]

Howdy everypony---er, everybody. Heh. Sorry. Force of habit.

Anyhoo, my name's Applejack. I'm from someplace called Equestria, if any of y'all know it? But this ain't my first time being dumped someplace new. Not as bad as it could be, I guess? I've been here about a week just trying to get my little slice of paradise up and running.

I'm no stranger to farm work, and I'd be happy to lend a hoof if you need to haul some heavy stuff. Just let me know, okay? Hope to see some of you fine folks around.

[And with a wave of her hoof, she shuts it off.]

strike one

[powerhittou]

[text]

[Someone on the network knows how to work the html. At least, just the basics, enough to get some OBNOXIOUS FONT going on. I'm not going to do that to your layouts so just work with me, here.]

WHO'S GOING TO GIVE UP THEIR FIELD? NEED A BASEBALL DIAMOND SET UP ASAP. HIT UP MASAMUNE DATE, ACE OF THE BASARA DRAGONS XXX-XXXX

[ . . . ]

ALSO LOOKING FOR TEMP RECRUITS TO PLAY WITH. IMPRESS ME!!!!



[action]

[Well, with that out of the way, along with whatever wacky mishaps he endured before his bus even came to a proper stop in the Valley, it's time! To! ...!!

Uh... time to... explore? What even is this place? Something something about the power of bonds, doesn't that sound familiar, and that's all well and dandy but if this is some kind of school trip why is he the only one here? Whatever.

So throughout the day, you might be able to catch him doing one of the following!

-Being lectured and/or being forced to sweep up the remains of a shattered window in front of Pierre's shop. Pierre is pissed. Masamune is maybe a touch abashed. There may be a freshly-printed notice about not throwing things in the store.

-Chilling by the riverside with his feet dangling in the water, enjoying some peace and quiet.

-Chilling by someone's ranch, admiring the horses. Maybe a little too closely. Next thing you know he's sneaking into the pasture to see if he can mount one.

-At some point he must have successfully jacked some kind of steed because just outside of the town, the serenity of the evening is interrupted by a bellow of "YEAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" followed by the tiniest of whinnies. Anyone who happens to spot him might catch this shitty one-eyed teen... rollerblading down the country roads? No, look closer! He-- he's stolen a pair of miniature horses and tied his feet to their saddles!! He's coasting like he's just on one of those silly hoverboards, his arms crossed and his face covered in a manic grin. Masamune you jackass, that's not what horses are for! But who's going to stop him? (Please, someone stop him.)

-Or maybe you actually catch him doing something harmless and mundane. I dunno man.]