VIRAL'S BEAUTIFUL SHITBRONY ARCHIVES

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Missy: This is what is so aggravating about annoying fim fans. About how they think that other people have to be nice to annoying fim fans whilst they’re free to be as racist, sexist and transphobic as they like. These annoying fim fans cannot demand that people be nice to your precious fandom. They have to earn respect, and quite frankly they have done nothing to earn such respect. It’s depressing that with a show built on the foundations of love and tolerance, these annoying fim fans are the most intolerant fans of a show I have ever seen.

Or: How I Was Choked For Making a Joke at Everfree Northwest
We were there as fans of MLP:FiM who are not actively involved in the online fandom, and representing the con that we help run. Everfree NW had set up a table at our show, so we were setting up at theirs. We had a great time, tabling and DID meet a lot of really nice people. We also met some people who were not so nice.
I was sitting at our table in the main hallway of Everfree NW, just outside of the doors for the livestream room, eating dinner with my girlfriend. I got up to use the bathroom, and saw some people peeking into the panel room to see what was going on. They were wearing pony shirts and buttons and were all decked out, while I was just wearing my Vendor badge, with a Nightmare Moon pin on the lanyard. Maybe I wasn’t obvious enough of a pony fan, I don’t know, but I leaned in, smiled big and said quite sarcastically, “Oh, you don’t want to go in there. Those guys’re strange. They like a kid’s show about talking horses.” You know, to break the ice, and have some friendly fun poking fun at ourselves for being at a pony con. I’ve done this before, and it has never upset ANYONE in my last 10 years of going to comic book, pop culture, sci-fi, and anime conventions. The woman smiled back at me and said, “Ooohh yes, very strange!”
We chuckled a little bit, and she walked away. I was about to turn to continue on my way to the bathroom, when some other man came up on my right side, grabbed my trapezius muscle, and pressed his thumb to my jugular, and applied light pressure. Basically, the Vulcan Nerve Pinch. I am blind in my right eye, so this already took me by surprise and set me on edge. I was lead to believe by his actions that this kid knew what he was doing because he found my jugular quite easily, and applied enough pressure to imply the threat of further violence.
For added context to what I am about to describe to you, I am a trained and state licensed security officer who is currently employed at the largest tourist attraction in Oregon.
I am not that big of a guy. I’m 5’8” and I have a lean, but muscular build. He was probably around 5’10” or 5’11”. Just tall enough to look down at me, which he did. He squared himself up and said: “Did I just hear you call a Brony strange?”
I maintained my relaxed body posture, and did not respond physically to his threat, in an intent to show that I was not scared of him, and he did not threaten me. “Yeah,” I said slowly and clearly with a tone that implied “so what if I did?”
He smirked and said, “I don’t think that’s funny.”
“Okay,” I responded, again making it clear by my tone that I was not threatened by him.
“I don’t like that, I don’t think it’s funny at all.” And as he said those, words, he slid his hand up my neck, wrapped his fingers around my throat, and squeezed. This is when I took physical action.
I grabbed his wrist tightly with my right hand, pulled it off of my throat and out away from my body to the left, to throw him off balance. I pushed him away with my left hand, and stepped back with my left leg as I let go, to blade my body away from him and make myself a smaller target. I pointed with my right hand and yelled: “NO! YOU DO NOT JOKE ABOUT THAT.”
Immediately, I turned and left for the bathroom. I was amped up on adrenaline and ready to destroy this guy, but I didn’t need to, nor did I want to. All I wanted to do then was to get out of the situation and end it before it started to get worse. I didn’t go to Everfree to get in a fight. I went to hang out with friends, make friends, talk about ponies, and promote my event.
After I got back from the most stressful and shaky piss I’ve ever taken, my girlfriend asked me what happened. I explained it to her, and she said that he had told a different story to his friends as he walked away. Concerned that this would reach con-ops and put a bad mark on the relationship between our two events, I decided I would tell them about what happened before they heard something that was not true. I had, and still do not have, any reason to lie about what happened. Usually, I would much rather let bygones be bygones than start shit, but this was a serious threat to my well-being, be it a misguided joke or not.
The staff were absolutely abhorred by what had happened, but didn’t know what to do. I was bounced around to many staff members until I was finally put in touch with the head of staff. I introduced myself and my organization to him, and explained what had happened. I gave as good of a description as I could to him, and went on with my evening.
About an hour later, the kid came back to the side of the con that we were in. I went to con ops, and pointed him out. They grabbed a security guy, and they confronted him. The security guy was very unprofessional, and seemed annoyed that he had to help at all. He was also horribly misinformed and presumably undertrained, as he insisted that inorder to remove the guy from the event, we would have to call the police. All you need to do is confiscate his badge, inform registration, and inform him that if he returns he risks facing charges of criminal trespass. But that is neither here nor there.
The two of them went to confront the kid, and I went back to my table to draw with my friends. A few minutes later, the head of staff returned and informed me that the guy who choked me would like to apologize. I told him I would accept and followed him into the room where the guy was.
The young man, put out his and for me to shake, introduced himself and said he was sorry. I did not immediately shake his hand, nor did I immediately accept his apology. I told him how his actions made me feel threatened, and were not appropriate for any situation, as a joke or otherwise. The staff security guy interrupted and said “Yeah, he knows. He’s been informed.” I looked at him and continued my conversation with the kid. The security guy talked over me again.
I turned to him and said: “Thank you, I appreciate your help and everything you’ve done for me tonight, but I am talking to him, not you, and I am accepting his apology, so I would appreciate it if you would let me speak.” He shut up and looked down, scoffing to himself.
At this time, I reiterated my point to the guy who choked me once more, and offered my hand for him to shake. I introduced myself, and accepted his apology, making sure that he understood the gravity of his actions and that criminal charges could have easily been pressed.
And that’s my story of the time a Brony choked me, a fellow fan of MLP:FiM, because he overheard a stupid joke.
Still collecting everyone’s good and bad experiences over here. I was only ever a security professional for 6 hours, and I could tell that the security staff were bad; but I didn’t think this bad. And again, to people saying not to let one person’s negative experience colour the whole conference, this is just probably the most physical example of the atmosphere that was there. There are plenty of others with negative experiences, and they are all valid. I know these people and trust them and care about them.
We all love ponies, and that’s fine. But you can’t bring your sense of entitlement, your racism, your sexism, rape-culture and so-on into the public and expect to remain uncriticized. That’s all this is, too: criticism. Nobody is trying to get the show cancelled or the conventions banned or people arrested. We just need you to stop doing shit like this, so that we can all enjoy our horse shows.

Okay, so it was my birthday back in November and I had only asked for one present in particular: The Orange Box for Xbox 360. If you didn’t know, it’s basically just a disk containing some games from Valve (Half Life 2, Portal, and Team Fortress 2). I really only wanted it for UnFUN BuT AdDICTIVE HaT SiMULATOR though.

Upon the arrival of the gift, I started playing immediately until I got the hang of the game. And then I had to take a hiatus from it to focus on schoolwork. After like a year, I finally got to play UnFUN BuT AdDICTIVE HaT SiMULATOR for more than five minutes and decided to host a server. Everything was all cool, we all just waited in the lobby until a few more people joined in and then… the brony came…

There was very few of his kind at the time and we all just sort of brushed it off and continued waiting for the server to fill up. Then the game started, and immediately we all start hearing suspicious noises (the mic system on the Xbox version of Orange Box is kind of quiet…) and then it gets loud. The My Little Pony theme starts blasting throughout the whole server!

Thankfully I had a mic at the time and can yell like a drill sergeant so I demanded that everyone just get off and then messaged them all (except the brony) that I was forming another server and would not hesitate to boot the brony if he tried to enter the waiting lobby.

About four of the people from the original server joined and I just decided to start it up because there was no sign of that brony guy. About five minutes into the game a ton of people join in, all of which have MLP related gamertags. They all started whining at me out for blocking their friend (even though I didn’t even do anything) and hacked my settings to allow them to play engineer class into the server (mind you, I usually only allow one or none at all because they make sentry guns that are a pain to get rid of and they make for a lot of lag)

They were all on the opposite team so they start making like as many sentry guns as they possibly can right in front of our base while still simultaneously spamming the mic with their bull. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I booted everyone off the server and committed their names to memory so I could block them next time I see them.

…What makes this all worse is that they were cussing like sailors and two of my younger cousins had apparently been in the room through that ordeal.

(this one i like because bronies keep calling themselves "closeted" and that's shit)
Something I loathe about the fandom is how there are annoying fim fans that act like telling people they like the show is the same as coming out of the closet. I'm partially closeted and watch the show. It is not comparable. People are denied rights, beaten, and killed because their sexual orientation is not heterosexual. People are not being denied rights, beaten, and killed for watching MLP.

yeah what that anon said the worst ones are pretty quick to jump all "HEY THIS IS FAKE" without for a moment considering how tremendous of an event this could have been in the victim's life. it doesn't matter as long as they keep up the facade they believe to be strong, which is that they're a "perfect fandom".
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you know, i always found it funny how the majority of annoying fim fans, when some drama happens involving bad ones, are quick to defend the fandom by screeching the ever-obvious "OH WE'RE NOT ALL LIKE THAT!!!!" instead of defending the victim of the attack/abuse/what have you. they seem more concerned in covering their own ass rather than doing the good thing and making sure the victim is doing okay.