You've inherited a decrepit old inn from your late father. Can you turn it into a thriving business?
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Thread 26582610 Post 26582610

2016-02-26 05:17:50 No. 26582610
>Ponyville seems to be a hotbed of excitement these days. Between the dragons roosting in the mountains, horrid monsters wandering out from the Everfree Forest, ancient ruins discovered deep in the earth, and the ever-presenting of all-out war between the Equestrians and the Gryphons, it seems like everypony looking for fame or fortune is flocking to this town.
>It is an age of knights, adventurers, dark magics, and destined heroes.
>You are none of these things.
>Your name is Pot Luck, and your daughter's just been foalnapped!
>Are you enough of a bad-ass stallion to rescue her from the clutches of a corrupt, possible even evil, Royal Guard?
>Hell no! But that's why you brought your friends along.
>Unfortunately, while in transit to Canterlot, you've become separated from the rest of your friends.

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>You've just been rescued from the top of a Canterlot tower by a rather helpful town guard, whose already confirmed a familial relation to the Royal Guards in Ponyville.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!"
>You shower her with your gratitude, giving her a big hug.
>"Think nothing of it, just doing my job," the guard insists, gently easing you away. "I don't suppose you mind explaining how you wound up there? We're not going to have more ponies raining from the sky, are we?"
"I...um, I hope not. I mean, I'm not entirely sure how I wound up there either."

What do you tell the guard? And what shall you do about finding the rest of your friends?
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