Quote:There was a male elf clad in black pants, a black cake hat (a short cylinder, flat-topped, shaked like a cake) with a wide brim, a black buttoned shirt, black gloves and a black racoon mask (the kind which basically covers the region around your eyes and noting else). His only color was he wore a badge which depicted a circle with a broad range of colors in it like a spectrum. It represents a planar portal, one of the type known as 'color pools'. He was dark skinned with short black hair and a nicely done moustache, and he had a rapier on one hip, a whip on the other and a crossbow in his hands with a quiver on his back. He stood upon... the pole things that jut sideways from masts and you hang the sails on them.
Next to him stood a pink pony with a wavy pink mane, wearing exactly the same outfit as him, except that she had a pie badge, had a spatula instead of a rapier, some sort of icing spreader thing instead of a whip and a pie balanced on each of her forehoofs as she stood unnaturally bipedally.
Words fail me.
"MANUEL OF THE PLAINS!" the Belcadizians shouted as one in utter shock.
From John Biles' D&D/MLPFIM crossover over on Spacebattles
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll