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General / Off-Topic Ponys vs Cowbell
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Ponies. There is no cowbell.
Those cowbell boys are disgusting. 
Quasimodo fell to his death due to an errant step from atop the bell tower.
The parishioners were devastated, as Quasimodo had proven to be the best bell ringer they'd ever had.
The Bishop posted a proclamation asking for applicants to assume the position of bell ringer. Several applied, but alas, were not up to the task. After several weeks of disappointment, finally a candidate presented himself to the Bishop. The Bishop was stunned as he observed that the applicant had no arms, so he asked, "Do you really think you can do this job"? The applicant begged for a tryout and the Bishop reluctantly consented. They proceeded to the bell tower, expectations dubious.
After the lengthy climb up the tower steps, the applicant proceeded to demonstrate uncanny and exceptional ability to play every tune in the hymnal on the bells by striking the bells with his face. Everyone in the town heard the beautiful music, and despite the Bishop's reservations, even he agreed that this was the right man for the job.
Several months passed, and the parishioners were elated with the beautiful music, until one Sunday the new bell ringer slipped and fell from the tower to his death. Finding the body in the street, several parishioners gathered around, but none of them knew him. Finally the Bishop approached and the crowd asked the Bishop. "Do you know this person"?
The Bishop replied, "You know, I'm not sure, but I must say, his face does ring a bell."
Devastated, the church was once again without a talented bell ringer. Again, an extensive search for a replacement commenced. After a few weeks with no suitable replacement having been found, the dead bell ringer's twin brother shows up to apply for the job. Unfortunately this guy has no legs, and once again the Bishop is reluctant. Again the plea for a tryout is granted and the Bishop and the applicant ascend the tower. Once there, the applicant swings gracefully from rope to rope between the bells playing the most beautiful renditions of the church's favorite hymns. The Bishop concedes, and the church has it's new bell ringer.
Alas, after only a few short days, the bell ringer misses one of the bell ropes and plunges to his demise. Again the crowd gathers at the base of the tower and the interrogatory goes out, "Does anyone know this man"? A man who witnessed the death of the last bell ringer steps forward and declares, " I didn't know him but I can tell you this, he's a dead ringer for the last guy."
The parishioners were devastated, as Quasimodo had proven to be the best bell ringer they'd ever had.
The Bishop posted a proclamation asking for applicants to assume the position of bell ringer. Several applied, but alas, were not up to the task. After several weeks of disappointment, finally a candidate presented himself to the Bishop. The Bishop was stunned as he observed that the applicant had no arms, so he asked, "Do you really think you can do this job"? The applicant begged for a tryout and the Bishop reluctantly consented. They proceeded to the bell tower, expectations dubious.
After the lengthy climb up the tower steps, the applicant proceeded to demonstrate uncanny and exceptional ability to play every tune in the hymnal on the bells by striking the bells with his face. Everyone in the town heard the beautiful music, and despite the Bishop's reservations, even he agreed that this was the right man for the job.
Several months passed, and the parishioners were elated with the beautiful music, until one Sunday the new bell ringer slipped and fell from the tower to his death. Finding the body in the street, several parishioners gathered around, but none of them knew him. Finally the Bishop approached and the crowd asked the Bishop. "Do you know this person"?
The Bishop replied, "You know, I'm not sure, but I must say, his face does ring a bell."
Devastated, the church was once again without a talented bell ringer. Again, an extensive search for a replacement commenced. After a few weeks with no suitable replacement having been found, the dead bell ringer's twin brother shows up to apply for the job. Unfortunately this guy has no legs, and once again the Bishop is reluctant. Again the plea for a tryout is granted and the Bishop and the applicant ascend the tower. Once there, the applicant swings gracefully from rope to rope between the bells playing the most beautiful renditions of the church's favorite hymns. The Bishop concedes, and the church has it's new bell ringer.
Alas, after only a few short days, the bell ringer misses one of the bell ropes and plunges to his demise. Again the crowd gathers at the base of the tower and the interrogatory goes out, "Does anyone know this man"? A man who witnessed the death of the last bell ringer steps forward and declares, " I didn't know him but I can tell you this, he's a dead ringer for the last guy."
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Are you guys all sporting pony & pony variant avatars what the kids nowadays call "furries?"
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Not quite. The term for an MLP fan, well the adult male sort anyway, is "Brony". A clever combination of the words "bro" & "pony".
What does being a brony signify, though, to the uninitiated?
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That you enjoy watching the animated TV show, "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic".
What confuses me is why liking a program (any program) merits the distinction of a special label. Does that mean that you like it more than, say, the average person would enjoy an episode of the Expanse or the Simpsons?
Ohhh, okay, that helps. For whatever it's worth I feel the same way about Shakira music videos
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What confuses me is why liking a program (any program) merits the distinction of a special label. Does that mean that you like it more than, say, the average person would enjoy an episode of the Expanse or the Simpsons?
Ohhh, okay, that helps. For whatever it's worth I feel the same way about Shakira music videos
The flame wars aren't so big anymore, but a few years ago, just mentioning you watched MLP once... Started all sort of rage. Eventually the show had a cult following.
Agreed. It's not noteworthy at all.
The thing about it is - I don't think Bronies started calling THEMSELVES bronies. (And pegasisters - to be absolutely fair there is also a large number of adult females on the same boat), I think it was originally meant as insult. It was kind of a phenomenon which surprised everybody. Person who likes Simpsons isn't interesting, because virtually everybody likes Simpsons. But this was so unexpected and so far from target audience that it simply became "a thing".
So, basically it was like bigotry or homophobia; people who self elected as "normal" could demonstrate their normalcy by calling names and accusing these guys of having some abnormality? The picture becomes clearer. I will admit, I had been wondering what the heck was up with all the ponies and unicorns as avatars
So, basically it was like bigotry or homophobia; people who self elected as "normal" could demonstrate their normalcy by calling names and accusing these guys of having some abnormality? The picture becomes clearer. I will admit, I had been wondering what the heck was up with all the ponies and unicorns as avatars
Hahah, yeah. I just like the TV show, yet someone has to put a label on it. Labels are evil.
Then again, it's like being mocked for liking Elite. I take pride in it.
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Hahah, yeah. I just like the TV show, yet someone has to put a label on it. Labels are evil.
People fear what they don't understand, and the best way to express fear, especially on the internet, is through hatred.
That is the sad nature of humanity. Religion, politics, race, nationality, colour of your hair,... People LOVE hating things that are different. :/
Imagine how us poor misunderstood PvPers feel? It's tragic, really. Basically, we're just like bronies...but with guns!
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Intelligent people can at least distinguish between you, "normal" PvPers, who just enjoy the competition among themselves and the ats who are giving you a bad name. But yes, it is tragic. Any misunderstanding is.