*Nightmare Moon trots over. She looks… odd. It looks almost as if her skin is cracking slightly, with little lines of bluish-white light trying to peek through.*
Did you find anything interesting?
You won’t really lose anypony. You’d be able to make new friends with their counterparts, and since they’d have always known you as a mare there wouldn’t need to be any lies in your relationships.
Our Castle is nice, yes.
It would be nicer if Luna visited more often.
You must decide, Tumblr:
Fuck one.
Marry one.
Kill one.
Let one of them kill you.
((ooc: Fuck Lil’ Miss Rarity, marry Loony Luna, kill Stoned Trixie, be killed by Pinkamina.))
*Quiethoof’s headache becomes more noticeable as he puts the book away. It might just be his imagination, but the room looks… dirtier somehow. Like it hasn’t been swept or dusted in weeks.*
*The book appears to be a narrative work of fiction, written from the point of view of a pony who, after a severe head injury, slowly becomes more and more insane as the world begins to take on a sinister, hideous aspect. Only bright colours hold the madness at bay for the narrator, who takes to obsessively following a number of ponies with brightly coloured coats. About two-thirds of the way through, the book breaks off from regular narration into bizarre, disjointed sentences with no clear meaning.
On the very last page, one final coherent sentence is written:
“I know now where the colours come from. I know how to keep them forever. I will write my thoughts, and the words spoken by the gate and key upon the colours, so I will be with them always as I make my way beyond.”
Quiethoof finds himself developing a slight headache.*
We’ve never met this ‘Blackfire’, but if she is anything like Us she must be truly impressive.
She smirked “She claims her sister took her spot as the next leader of their planet… She tried to kill her multiple times, but failed cause good always wins over evil.”
As tempted as We are to correct some of your misapprehensions about ethics and the nature of evil, you have piqued Our curiosity about this ‘Blackfire’. Could you possibly put Us in touch with her?
Well, it was a good try. We don’t wish to discourage you. Who knows? You may think of something We haven’t.
