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// 30 March 
// Story: Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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2.00 PM

There has been a terrible misfortune at Luna's room. She was rehabilitating one of our more dangerous ponies - Kidneyripper.

Kidneyripper was born in Canterlot (not one of our best products), and travelled the streets at night, preying on the poor womenfolk of my fair kingdom. He would drag them into darkened alleyways and choke them to death with carrots, which is a terrible way to go.

He would then proceed to do unspeakable things to their bodies with a knife and some packing peanuts.

Luna asked me if she could try talking to him. I did not want to have him visit Luna in her... diminutive state, but she insisted that she could help. With her current track record, I could not very well decline, and I made sure that Ripper was secured to a table before allowing him to be wheeled into Luna's room.

To make matters worse, Luna told the guard that due to the sensitive nature of this meeting, she would require him to stand outside, which the guard agreed, as long as he would be within ear-shot and be able to enter at any sign of trouble.

With Ripper fastened down with chains, and his mouth gagged, I had honestly felt that there would be no way for him to escape.

By the time the guard had entered it was too late.

The murderer lay dead in Luna's room.

It was only due to Luna's fastidiousness that allowed her to fight off one of the most dangerous ponies ever to disgrace our land. Also she had magic, which helps.

I am so, so thankful that nothing bad befell Luna. I really would not have been able to go on if she had died in this awful manner - falling to a criminal that she was only trying to help.

From the guard's report, it seemed that the chains holding Ripper down had come loose by accident, which allowed him to go free. He had also been bludgeoned on the head repeatedly with a candlestick, in the bedroom, by Luna, no doubt in self-defence.

The guard found Luna cowering under the bed, soaked with tears and blood, and I cannot express the gratitude I feel knowing that she is safe.

I will let her get some rest, and then let her continue with her work a little later, but never again with somepony so dangerous.

I am just glad that she is safe.

The strange thing is that Ripper was also missing two of his legs. Luna claims not to know where they have gone, but she has been through enough, and I won't pressure her.

Traumatic events can affect the memory, you know!