Final picture before I ended the stream (after 13 hours of streaming). T’was a doodle request by @pendleton-mod, for Pen in Doom armor.
I have to face it, Pen is pretty much the Doomguy on a series of bad days. Chainsaw, shotguns, strongest when berserk, occasionally stuck in literal hellscapes…yep, fits the bill. I really enjoyed this and all thanks to Cyber for the doodle!
“I enjoy seeing other worlds, even if the ones I usually visit are infested with walking corpses, lycans, demons, spirits, and the like. Gives me an chance to do what travelling I couldn’t do as a kid.”
“As for other interests, I enjoy a good read when I’m relaxing, or even a good run… I’m sorry, I can’t really think much more on that right now, too tired.”(Sorry this update took longer than it was supposed to. My laptop broke. Anyway, Arn and Riley belong to me. Pen belongs to @pendletondreadful/ @pendleton-mod)
“Well, Riley, it was a hell of a fight. I was mostly armed for zombies when we ran right into a pack of werewolves. Lycans on this world, right? Yeah, anyway, I still kept some silver ammo anyway. Much as I have a lotta blessed silver ammo I never much liked the stuff. The range suffers and doesn’t have the best punch. Doesn’t tend to be the most accurate either so you have to compensate by lettin’ ‘em get a little bit closer.”
The large stallion took a drag from his cigarette. “Anyway, we’d basically just bungled into their camp. Took the shifters a second to even realize what’d just happened as Arn ‘n I just ran past them. Thinkin’ back on it…must’ve been the pack’s leftovers that had riled up the zombies. If you think about it then it makes sense. As far as we know they’d been tearing up anything that got too close. Anyway, so the zombie are chasing us with the werewo…lycans…gaining fast.”
Pen chuckled softly before taking a sip of AppleJack Daniels. “I had to do something and I’m a very improvisational sort of guy. Also stronger’n most ponies. I told Arn ‘I trust ya with the furries!’ before grabbing her jacket and throwing her as far as I could to the left. I’d like to think she knew what I meant for her to do. A lot of our work is planning on the fly so there’s a little hiccup here ‘n there. Thankfully she either figured it out or just acted on instinct because she started taking down the wolves that were after her. I couldn’t see too much because I had my own problem to deal with. Since I was slower the zombies stayed after me. Not the common shamblers, nope. They kept pace.”
Knocking some ash from his cig, the scarred pony smirked. “I’ve got a lot of experience with zombies. By makin’ ‘em chase me I knew it would affect the mob consistency. The fastest got the first few shells from the shotgun before I kicked one into the others to get them to crash into each other. The machete worked through the first few. Playing it safe, I took the heads off of two more before backing up. Not too far. Just enough to let some push those in front of them down while stumbling on the torsos and limbs. Makes it much easier to just push them down to the ground for a good stomp or chop. Stomp, chop, repeat. My father’s Colt .45 made for good back up when four of ‘em charged me at once.”
“In the end, it was a long fight but as you can tell we made it back to talk about it. I just hope Arn’s ready for some of the rougher shit ahead.” Pendleton raised his glass. “Here’s to hopin’ for the best, expectin’ the worst, and knowin’ which one’s the more realistic.”
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(art by a great mod and thanks to Cyber for including Pen!)
Sketchy: A little birdy told me it was @pendletondreadful‘s birthday, Sunday, so I obviously had to make him something. Happy birthday, grump-butt!
My, Sketchy, you’ve shrunk.
Yes, even the mod forgot until it was mentioned to him a few days ago. Pen’s birthday is June 25th, the day I did my first post. This blog is four years old…that feels like a really long time but it’s been a long journey too. And no, I’m not dead. Just the worst case of writer’s block in my life *sighs* Still, thanks to those of you that have stuck with the blog. It hasn’t been easy since I’ve moved across the country (again) but I’ll try to get back to things once I can find that spark again.
But on a happier note, all thanks to Cyber for drawing one of the multiverse’s poutiest ponies. Pen doesn’t like pink generally but will wear the hat to make the tiny pegasus happy. He just won’t give her a molotov when she’s on a sugar or caffeine high. She might not look like it but she’s good at zombie killing. Celestia knows how she doesn’t go flying with the machine gun but she manages it somehow. Pen’s hypothesis so far is the way she can flap her wings like a coked out chicken.
I rambled for a moment there, sorry. Uhm…so, all thanks to Cyber for the gift!
“We didn’t know! How the buck were we suppose to know it wasn’t bullshit?!” The orange teen colt shouted fearfully as a piece of the door fell away. Another piece fell as the axe struck it.
“What the buck do we do, Key?!” The mare next to him screamed. Her braided mane and tail were frazzled from panic and running.
“I don’t know! We stabbed it, shot it and hit it with a truck!” He rubbed at the profane rune on his forehead. It heated up whenever the thing got close. The monster pursuing them was on the other side of that door.
“We have to do something!”
“Shut the buck up, Berry!” Key tried not to slap her. The more heated the mark became the harder it was to control himself. “We need…that’s it!” He ran over to the corner of the basement at the circular saw. He was able to plug it in just as the door broke enough for a large, sleeved forelimb to feel around for the lock. Revving it up, Key drove the spinning blade into the meatiest part. Blood sprayed as fabric and flesh tore, spraying blood onto the orange stallion. He laughed with triumph at the enraged bellow at the other side. He’d have done worse damage but the door almost exploded as the gigantic body slammed through it, sending him flying back and the saw scuttling along the concrete floor.
Berry reddish hue paled as she looked at the monster filling the doorway. That saw should have taken off his forelimb but somehow the beast was only hurt. The blood running down his leg made the rune on her forehead burn hotter. She backed away until she hit the wall. “P-please don’t kill me…please!”
“You stupid, selfish, buckin’ idiots…I didn’t come to kill you, buckwits!” The huge, bloodied brown stallion hissed at her. “I came to keep your dumb asses from getting others killed!”
This is why you NEVER give Sketchy caffeine or too much sugar. Not even the brick wall that is Pen can keep her in place.
Sketchy and Arn belong to me
Desi belongs to @thebonecollectorpony
and Pen belongs to @pendleton-mod
Mod: Reblogging this for fun
I did a thing with sharpies and sharpie pens!
Arn belongs to me
Desi belongs to @thebonecollectorpony
Mod: Posting this because it’s freakin’ cool
Happy Birthday to pendleton-mod!
Aww…look at the adorable little imp and the scruffy mod pony. Thank you, Cyber! Who would guess she’s a nut with an M16 (in Left 4 Dead 2)
I think I’ll have to blame skype for so many knowing it was my birthday today *chuckle*
Mod: reblogging here too!
Birthday pony for all birthday pony needs.
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Mod: Pen is not amused at the hat but the mod is. Thank you, Red! I’m sure Pen will thank you once he’s done being a pouty pony for the really awesome portrayal of him *chuckle*
Considering Red Spiral is one of Pen’s closest and most enduring friends, who knows, he might even let him take a picture while wearing it!
A birthday gift for Pendleton Dreadful’s mod.
Happy Birthday Cross:3
Hand drawn in pencil and black ink.
Mod: Awww….I’m always a sucker for Pen/Snow art. This is so beautifully done I just had to have this reblogged. It really shows the bond between the two. A nicer mod probably wouldn’t give them so hard of a time…but I’m not a nicer mod. But they still have good times and with the fates involved, there’s not much more to ask for.
Thank you very, very much!
“If it makes you feel any better undead taste buckin’ terrible. I’m one of the few ponies who knows what meat tastes like and…well, necessities and all. Can’t say the same about some of my friends though. One or two would probably actually enjoy it.”
He laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, I know a few odd ones. A few aren’t even equine themselves but they mean well if you know the rule sets.”
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(art by cyberhorse)
