We are well.
How are you?
Not at the moment, no.
If you need something to sate your bloodlust, however, feel free to execute any of the prisoners in B wing. Without a synx We’ve developed something of a backlog of suspected spies in need of disposal.
*The title reads “The Colours of Space”.*
I AM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS THING. /collapses
The background bothers me, and I’m not too happy with this overall, but it’s done, so yay~
In general, We’ve found people more willing to believe that a truth is a lie than that a lie is a truth.
*The vast majority of the books are old. Very old. Interspaced with the old books are a few that look newer.
One one shelf, a particular book stands out from the general masses. Unlike the general brown or grey spines, this one sports a shiny blue binding. It is, however, chained to the shelf.*
The New Lunar Republicans are a bunch of useless hipponies that pose about as much actual threat to Celestia’s reign as the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Less, in fact.
Lies and propaganda, perpetrated by a government-run educational system held firmly beneath her iron hoof. We have seen her true face, a pony who could not sacrifice a tiny portion of her vanity for her sister’s well-being.
“Uh… Listen… I’ve been warned about you… ” She smirked. “To me, you’re just Blackfire in pony form… Same exact thing…”
We’ve never met this ‘Blackfire’, but if she is anything like Us she must be truly impressive.