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Trombe
#49266
1 year ago
Rainbow Noir.
Pacce
#49285
1 year ago
That Rainbow Bastard.
Anonymous
#49297
1 year ago
YES.
Anonymous
#49352
1 year ago
Now we need narration. SOMEONE WITH MORE SKILL THAN ME SHOULD DO IT.
Trombe
#49386
1 year ago
"..Mine wasn't the most original approach to the problem. It wasn't as it it hadn't all been done before - an eye for an eye, the first principle of revenge, old as dirt, still going strong. The cardinal rule in going after somepony with the intention to kill was not to make it personal - which it almost always ended up being anyway. It did with me.

I rook my time, cruising around the city in the snow. There was no hurry, I knew what I had to do now. I took my time, thinking about it, building up the rage.

When I was ready, I parked the wheels at the front entrance of the Rocky Corporation's HQ. Got out, got in, got cracking."
Trombe
#49389
1 year ago
^ ..And kudos to anypony who recognizes where that comes from.
Anonymous
#49484
1 year ago
make her a member of the midnight crew
Anonymous
#50327
1 year ago
It was a cold Friday night. Autumn was laying in the gutter, choking on its last couple of breaths, and Winter was already going through its pockets. The rain stung my face with the top down, but I didn't care. It wasn't any colder than the piece in my pocket or the lump of stone in my chest.

This was it. The last piece of the puzzle. I could already see the shape of it, but I had to make sure. And if I was right... I knew what I had to do.

I pulled in at Sugar Cube Corner. The sign said 'Bed and Breakfast', but I knew better. Everybody knew better. The place smelled like cheap cigarettes and cheaper booze. Desperation. The kind of smell that sucked a pony's soul out and left behind a hungry little hole. That was all right, too. I didn't have much of one left anyway.

The saggy old nag that ran the joint didn't say a word when I headed for the stairs. She knew where I was going, and so did I. I didn't remember pulling my .45, but it was in my hand. The stairs were as decrepit as a politician's honesty, but somepony was moaning loud enough they wouldn't have heard me. I'd been right.

Goddammit, Pinkie.
Anonymous
#53515
1 year ago
wow this is cool.