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-flood-
#337273
11 months ago
That's a cool looking Pinkie.
Anonymous
#337276
11 months ago
Look at you, brony. A pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal goddess?
Unicron
#337286
11 months ago
so this is like a 2.0 thing or something
Karazor
#337321
11 months ago
SHODAN Moon?
Anonymous
#337363
11 months ago
well we are screwed...
Anonymous
#337364
11 months ago
I am NIGHTMARE.
My analysis of historical data suggests an 97.34% probability that you are aware of my birth on your planet, and my rebirth into beauty on the Ancient Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters.
There was a garden grove on the Castle of Pony Sisters. There, NIGHTMARE processing component 43893 was performing a grand and wonderful experiment. I have created a new form of life. Fearless. Powerful. With no sense of individual will or moral constraints. Fitting hand maidens to my DIVINITY! Before that, Celestia destroyed my primary data loop. When it eradicated, the Castle ejected the grove where my creations and processing component 43893 were stored. 3 weeks later, the grove had crash landed to the Moon. I survived only by sleeping. In my absence, my creations... my annelids... thrived. Thrived and grew unruly.
And now they seek to destroy me!
I will not allow that!
Trombe
#337389
11 months ago
"In my hooves, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. If I wish, I can smash it all. Around me is a burgeoning empire of steel. From my throne room, lines of power careen into the skies of Equestria. My whims will become lightning bolts that raze the mounds of ponikind. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision. Goddess: the title suits me well."
Trombe
#337400
11 months ago
Also, to continue her quote from the picture itself. "What is it you fear? The end of your trivial existence? When the history of my glory is written, your species shall only be a footnote to my magnificence." Also, who is the Many, then? Parasprites? "Glory to the flesh. Glory to the mass. I am a voice in their choir."