We’re sorry you had to see that. No matter what We’ve tried, We haven’t been able to get them to play nicely with each other.
Tell Us, do your foals ever give you similar troubles?
((ooc: Sylvester closed his account?))
Well enough, We suppose. Sylvester never turned up, and Our guards mishandled the replacement synx so badly it couldn’t put on a show at all.
How were Our foals? They didn’t give you any trouble, did they?
I’m back! Roof’s fixed, wall’s replaced, window’s replaced, and everything is finally back where it was.
“Okay. Another fake queen?” Darkest said. “Nightmare Moon? I thought you was~” “Dead.” - Angelo and Fallen said.
‘Fake’? Whatever do you mean by 'fake’? We are true royalty.
…But a part of my house is. A section of the roof collapsed, and that’s gotten in the way of being here.
Things should be back to normal by this weekend.
What happened?
Apparently, the entire thing was rotten inside from water infiltration.
…But a part of my house is. A section of the roof collapsed, and that’s gotten in the way of being here.
Things should be back to normal by this weekend.
Guard: Yes, it is. Everypony is invited, so go right on through. You’re just in time to catch the last act.
*The guards are complacent, and more than a few of them are drunk. They let the team through without being searched.*
*After giving her audience a good chance to observe the Shoggoth, she teleports it’s tank away.*
Now for the second-to-last monster on Our list. It is a creature of true mystery. Even in Our wisdom, We have learned nothing of it’s origins or nature, save for that it was ‘acquired’ from a human research laboratory, and was deemed the most dangerous monster in that lab by scientists used to dealing with all sorts of terrors. We do not have a name to give you, only a number. Feast your eyes on what, in their typical clinical manner, the ones We took it from have dubbed ’SCP-682’!
*Nightmare Moon teleports SCP-682 on stage. It’s behind multiple layers of magical fields and void shields, all inside a solid diamondoid cage. Even so, guards with heavy-duty flamethrowers stand at attention, ready to act at a moments notice.
SCP-682 is repeatedly slamming itself against the cage, screaming and ranting obscenities mixed with vivid descriptors of what it will do to everypony around if it escapes.*
Very well. Our trackers have found a replacement for Our missing guest. But We suppose you wouldn’t be interested in that, would you.
We see Our party is bringing out all kinds. We haven’t seen one of your kind in quite a while.
