
| 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.
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| 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 |