Assassin Profile: No. 1Name: Andreas Neumann (Newmann)
Height: 6' 2"
Time period: 1914-1918
Hair: Dirty-blonde, medium length
Assassins, Templars or neutral?: Assassin
Strengths: Able to speak German, English, French, and Russian; Able to sneak from trench to trench undetected even when standing; Able to walk through barbed wire lining the trenches without getting a scratch; Hand-to-hand combat; long-ranged combat; demolitions; intelligence collection; assassinating without being seen or detected; patience.
Weaknesses: Not well in a multiple attacker fight; Flamethrowers; Machine Guns; Cooperation; Disobeying orders; Identification (at night only).
Clothing: Combat boots; Gray wool pants (lined inside with waterproof fabric to prevent itching); worn-out undershirt; grey captured German army jacket (insignia and other stuff removed and replaced with Assassin symbols on both arms)
Physical Characteristics: Good build, average height for males, blue
Honest A.J.Applejack was relaxing one day at Sweet Apple Acres after her work was completed for the day. She woke up at sunrise and now it was midday. This was also the time Apple Bloom would usually come home for lunch. But things hadn't been normal with Apple Bloom as Applejack had noticed over the week. She was waiting for the chance to ask her in private.
She shifted her hat and saw her younger sister come towards the farm. Applejack stood up to meet Apple Bloom at the gate and ask her what was wrong.
Apple Bloom saw her older sister approach her and she instantly stopped stiff. She started to think over on how to avoid her. Her last option was to try to out-run her.
"Are you okay sugar cube?" Applejack asked Apple Bloom.
Apple Bloom tried to avoid eye contact with Applejack. "Y-yeah...evry thing's just fine," she stuttered. The nervousness was seeping through her voice.
Applejack looked at her younger sister concerned. She diverted her attention to her saddle which seemed to be stuffed with
A Pony Tale (Response)The sun was starting to set over Canterlot as Celestia and her younger sister Luna stood on a balcony overlooking the horizon. Celestia was lowering the sun to the west while Luna raised the moon from the east. It had been 1,000 years since they had done it...before Luna was banished to the moon.
"You're doing great, sister" Celestia encouraged as Luna, who seemed to be struggling, raised the moon.
The sun was out of sight and the moon glowed brightly over the land. Ponies from unicorns, to pegasi,to earth ponies were fast asleep. The gentle night kept watch over them...and so was Luna.
The sisters headed back inside the palace. Before Celestia went to sleep, Luna asked her,"Sister...why do these colts and mares not enjoy my beautiful night? Why must I make nightfall come if they will not enjoy?"
Celestia faced her younger sister and replied, "It is because they need rest in order to do the many things they do during the daytime. Without your night...they would be too tired to work or
Prologue The building lay ruined in downtown Chicago. Craters from shells, burning cars, and bodies of soldiers from both sides were scattered everywhere. In the distance machine gun fire could be heard as well as the helicopters and jets flying overhead. The place looked like something out of a movie. Except this movie was real, and the end was far from it.
Michael and I sat in the fallen building on the rubble. Jordan, Fiona, and Suzanne came in quickly, as if they were being shot at. They usually would stay and fight it out, but now wasn't the time.
Michael hastily stood up. "What the hell is happening out there?!" he demanded. I stood up slowly.
"There's an entire armor brigade coming right at us!" Jordan explained.
'Tis My Duty, Sir1
"Do you see him yet?" I asked my spotter.
"No wait a second " he paused. "There's an army truck coming from the east, pulling up to the motor pool. I see him in the rear passenger window."
I looked through my scope and followed the vehicle. This was it. After 5 years of hunting him, I'll finally get my shot. He may have managed to slip through my grasp, but now he won't get that chance.
We watched as the truck pulled up to the motor pool, and he stepped out into the bright sunlight. His leg was wrapped in bandages from my last attempt of trying to nail him. I usually never miss, but the wind suddenly shifted as I pulled the trigger. He was lucky, but he knew that this would keep happening until one of us was gone.
My target then walked over to a table with a metal briefcase on it with a radioactive sing on the lid. He reached in with special gloves an
S.U.: The Tragic Ending[NOTE]: PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS. THANK YOU.
The trio of hedgehogs traveled over to Robotnik's headquarters which now had a gaping, burning hole in it. The reason that was there is because moments earlier they had crashed three of Robotnik's cargo ships, emptied of their supplies before they launched them, and crashed them into the observation deck. They were wanting to find out if they had finally finished what they swore to start, or if they had failed and all their hard work and traveling had been for nothing.
Once that had reached the former central command building, they dug through the rubble into the premises. They climbed the many flights of stairs because the elevators were not working. Sonic was the first up to the observation deck, then Manic, then Sonia.
Sonic gave a low whistle as he saw the damage. "Man, we must have tore the place up pretty good. I don't think anyone could've survived that. Not even..." he said.
"Robutnik." Sonia interrupted as she poi