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// The Cliche prologue  
// Story: General Sam 
// by Papa Krell 
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Discord laughed long and hard in the most maniacally cliche way he possibly could, really putting some effort into it. "Now it's time to have some fun with my dear pony friends," he says. "First I'll bring twilight here to see if she's busy with something important." Discord concludes, providing exposition to nobody in particular as he casts a teleportation spell with the snap of his scaly claw. 

An arduously slow minute passes, and nothing happens whatsoever.

"That's odd, I'm sure that should've done it." The Puzzled Draconequis thinks aloud. "No matter, I'll just keep going until She appears like she's supposed to!" He decides, snapping his fingers rapidly.

A short moment later, absolutely nothing happens for the second time.

Discord folds his arms and frowns while floating upside down dressed as a clown wearing a crown. "Oh poo. This is quite the predicament," he taps his chin and a mirror appears in front of him. "Magic must be on the fritz again. I didn't even want to be an upside down frowning crown clown, I wanted to be an cold old bowl of moldy gold but my magic made me into an upside down frowning crown clown. I suppose I should lay off the chaos for just a bit while it calms down and returns everything to normal." The powerful being muses, thoroughly disappointed that his magic had basically done what it wanted rather than what it was actually supposed to do. 

Meanwhile in a reality completely contrary to the one equestria resides in, absolutely something happens.