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// The funeral of a joker 
// Story: WATCHPONIES 
// by Lamms 
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Very few of the watchponies remained the joker had been killed and rest just seemed to have faded into time. It had been a while since I visited Relic no doubt in her studies. I wonder if she even knew about Celeestia and Luna I would soon, perhaps too soon. As I knew she had been tending to her studies in the royal library after the watchponies departed she moved on to working on tending to the aid of the people. As I crept up behind her I could hear her say what are you doing here Pinkie pie. You know me well enough to expose me its SPRINKLES! I exclaimed. Whatever you say, why are you here anyway you know I quit, we quit twilight said. I never gave up unlike some ponies, these are dangerous times and whether or not you have no choice but to assist in its safekeeping or have you forgotten about that, that and harmony I said. WHAT ARE WE EVEN FIGHTING AGAINST exclaimed twilight. We are on the brink of war twilight every pony every animal will die they have warheads sonic rain bombs and by god there not afraid to use them I said. And so it is sprinkles huh a pair of princesses die and were left to fight nightmare moon and her army and her warheads. Celestia would have never gone to war neither Luna their peace would have ultimately brought death and despair I said. There was silence.  A joker died not too long ago I said. So I hear but I guess were all dead ponies walking. I don’t trust you sprinkles but I have no choice do I, I will do it


Sprinkles journal February 20, 2012 twilight was not easy to persuade and none the less were the others today was the jokers funeral I thinks it’s safe to call her dash now everyone showed with their emotions their sorrow accept Fluttershy I had learned she had attempted suicide and is now in a mental hospital god help her. At the funeral there were no laughs and there were no delicious sweets I guess we all begin and end here one bone one part at a time and while she was dropped into her shallow grave we were left to boast hooves on the ground while she was fertilizing daisies. The rest of the group had agreed at that funeral to unite as one, one last time to restore harmony. Or little left of it there was and so five ponies had declared war on the world on injustice. We became a smoldering candle trapped, engulfed in compete darkness.