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Kazuo
#496170
10 months ago
I just not realize how hard it would be to 'make it happen'
NightJack
#496176
10 months ago
In a way this has kind of been done, there songs are inspired by Mega Man.
NightJack
#496194
10 months ago
Case in point, the bands namesake.
Kajet
#496261
10 months ago
I'd say... YES DO IT.

Though the how is a bit of a challenge... Perhaps an Equestria based remix/parody of Light up the Night?
Kazuo
#496275
10 months ago
@Kajet
I was thinking more of a music video of the fall where one of the mane six or preferably spike would get blown off a tower and fall to his death. but thats a good idea too. Maybe it could be able twilight wanting to restore harmony or something.
Anonymous
#497013
10 months ago
Light up the eternal night.
Anonymous
#498943
10 months ago
No one could remember how it happened

How the world fell under brightness

At least no one who would do anything

No one who would oppose the Wonderbolts

No one who would challenge their power...

Or so Celestia believed

Twenty floors above the bright streets of the city, Luna lived in a run-down ruin
An eccentric and brilliant pony, Luna was aloner
A thinker, a pony of ideas
Ideas forbidden in Celestia's society
The society for which she worked
The society in which she lived
The society which she would set free

And so Luna worked far into the day when the watchful eyes of Celestia's Wonderbolts weren't upon her.
She'd set her skillful hoofs to creating a pony to bring about change, to create a filly to bring freedom, to create a foal to save the world
Twelve years Luna worked, and on a cold day in the year 200P, Twilight Sparkle was born. A perfect Pony, an unbeatable horse, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between pony and friendship, built for one purpose, to destroy Celestia's army of evil Wonderbolts.
Ready... Willing... Prepared to fight.
Cutpony
Gutspony
Elecpony
Bombpony
Firepony
Icepony
Twilight

ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKK

And as the smoke cleared.
Celestia rose above the countless wonderbolts remaining. Twilight was wounded, low on magic, struggling to remain standing as Celestia ordered the final attack.
The death of Twilight Sparkle.
The crowd had gathered there to watch her fall, to watch their friend destroyed.
They watched them beat her, they watched them break her, they watched her last defense deployed.
There was not a pony among them who would let themself be heard.
But from the crowd, from the collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the friends
We are the friends