NECORE IS JON! WILL BE EXPLAINED LATER! now enjoy.

Such a wonderful way to return to the ever hate-filling chess pieces of the world! Necore turned to his ever growing army of insane beings, d-dogs, ponies, dragons, DEAD dragons. Necore oh so loved necromancy. “Alright my loyal followers!” He yelled in a booming voice to gather the 5 mental hospitals worth of beings attention. “Today! We actually do some good! More to you dogs with bombs!” Most of the crowd turned to the dogs strapped with bombs and clapped. “Now then, shall we go ‘fuck up their shit’?” The crowd burst into insane laughter and cheers. “Now then! To your dragons!” Everyone began to pile around dragons with large things on their backs that could hold multiple people. As soon as everyone was loaded up Necore turned to the the darkened sky. “Ah the sky is just breathtaking.” He muttered as his wings worked their way out from the back of the cloak he was wearing.

“Tonight my children!” His wings burst out of his cloke. “WE HAVE THE MOST BLOODY FUN WE HAVE HAD IN AGES!” He flapped the skeletal wings and began to fly. The dragons behind him also began to take off. Necore shot forward, slowing down a bit when the dragons got too far away.

---later!---

After a few hours of flying that had finally gotten close to the battle ground area type thing. Necore was excited to see a fight had broken out with a rather large group of shades. “By the looks of it their going to lose.” He chuckled. “Should I help? Hmm, eh, why not?” He turned his head to the side. “FUCK’EM UP! Don’t hurt ponies or griffins unless you're hungry!” One dragon roared and the troops on its back cheered. “I think this calls for a song!” He grinned madly and held up a gem the size of his fist. It began to glow and soon after this tune began soft and friendly at first making some ponies look up at him, then when it got to the rock part they grinned.

This is your time to pay,

This is your judgement day,

We made a sacrifice,

And now we get to take your life.

Everyone had started fighting more violently than before.

We shoot without a gun,

We'll take on anyone,

It's really nothing new,

It's just a thing we like to do.

You better get ready to die,

You better get ready to kill,

You better get ready to run,

Cause here we come,

You better get ready to die!

Pain was almost unnoticeable to anyone who had been getting into song. Necore grinned at this, if music could do this why didn’t he sing more often?

Your life is over now,

Your life is running out,

When your time is at an end,

Then it's time to kill again,

We cut without a knife,

We live in black and white,

Your just a parasite,

Now close your eyes and say good-night.

Some of the attacking beings became slower and more hesitant to attack as he song that part. Some getting cleaved in half by some of his own mad-troops.

You better get ready to die,

You better get ready to kill,

You better get ready to run,

Cause here we come,

You better get ready to die!

Get ready to die!

Get ready to die!

As the remaining enemies began to fall back he landed in their path.

Been a long time comin,

Now you better get running,

And you better get ready to die!

A orb and compressed fire appeared in his hand and he chucked it at them, it exploding as if it was a 5 c4’s made into a dodge-ball with jet propulsion. “Well that was entertaining.” He clicked his hands together and looked around. “Many have died here.” He sighed. “And I wasn't the cause of it...” He chuckled. “Anyway, let’s get rockin over to where those idiots that hate me are!” He laughed and began walking, his mad-troops being dispatched in random places, stupid insane dragons.