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// Update: Mini-chapter 
// Story: The World is my Sandbox 
// by PoniesMine 
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I have come to a conclusion.

If you haven't read the author’s notes from the last chapter; I strongly advise you do. In summary, I’ve chosen to halt this story indefinitely. Plot holes and unfavourable set up of nations/characters being the main drive. 

This story will be cancelled. 

Those of you who are querying what would've occurred in the future, here is a short description:
—Atomic was to become a Queen. I won't specify what nation, it could potentially, somewhat, spoil the next book. 

That's pretty much it. Of course, there was a bunch of other subtopics that were being incorporated; Twilight would've become the Captain of the Royal Guard, for example.

Any ideas for the next book you want to throw out? Any questions? Alert me in the comment section below!




To indulge your tastebuds, here is a mini non-canon chapter:

Darkness.

That's all Atomic Discharge could see.

It seeped into the corners of her vision, and swamped, conjugated into a pool around her. It was inescapable. No matter how much she struggled, no matter how much tried attempted to gain purchase on a surface, the present darkness didn't move.

'What the fuck?' she reminisced, 'where I am?' 

There was a flash, and suddenly, a light. A piercing white light that assaulted her eyelids. 

"'The fuck' indeed!" A creature appeared, reminiscent of differentiating body parts. A lion's paw, a scaley tail, and goat's head. 

The definition of puzzlement. 

"Welcome!" The beast exclaimed arms spread out, "to my domain!" 

Atomic Discharge gradually rotated her head to gaze upon the surrounding environment. Streaks of various slades of purple swirled in the sky, several sizes of havens floated, all of different shapes and colours. It was difficult to picture.

A click of his figures, a stylish red suit appeared over his figure.

He bowed with embellishment, "thank you for taking the time for being here, thank you. "

The beast snapped his claws, the clothing disappeared and a tray of fixated bubbly soft drinks stood on a tray before Atomic.

Discord smiled, "Care for a drink?"

The white pony floated there.

After a lack of response, the creatures grin incinerated, he pulled the selection of beverages away and mumbled under his breath, something derogatory. 

In the midst of his ramblings, Atomic interrupted, "Why am I here, exactly?"

Discord promptly turned towards her and snapped his fingers.

A top hat, monocle, and a moustache emerged from an explosion of sprinkles. 

"Why, good sir," the Draconequus pursed his lips and spoke in a posh accent, "to tell you a joke!"

Atomic had to pause on that one.

"To...tell me...a joke?"

He nodded with over-enthusiasm, "that's right my boy! The best jokes in the existence of man and ponykind!"

She paused, unsure of herself. 

"...why?"

"Phft!" Discord poofed behind her, "no need for reasons! Let me get on with the jokes!"

A grand stage, crimson curtains, flashing lights and polished wood appeared before the pony. The drapes slowly moved to the sides to reveal...none other than a grinning Draconequu in a suit, clutching a microphone.   

Atomic just floated there. 

"Ahem," he peered at a floating notepad, "did you know, cleaning mirrors is a job I can really see myself doing?"

The line was finished off with a broad smile. 

Atomic Discharge was unimpressed. 

He chupsed, "oof, tough crowd."

Discord cleared his throat again, "I wanted to tell you a joke about leaches, but they all suck."

How could he manage an even bigger grin?  

And yet, it revoked no response from the pony he was attempting to impress, the only inclination he got that she was even listening, was a deadpan.

He laughed nervously and swallowed a pit of bile that was forming in his throat. 

"I'm taking part in a stair claiming competition..." A block of stairs resembled before him, "I better... step up my game."

She coughed. Still clearly unimpressed. 

The Draconequus hurled the microphone and the notepad disassembled into flames. He put a claw to his chin in thought.

"Hmmmmm"

He tapped his foot, the sound reverberated throughout the cosmic realm. 

"I got it!" He exclaims, "a meme! This out to get you laughing!"

Discord snapped his right claw together.

Pixie dust erupted from the stage, a large black-screen TV stood in its place, behind. He gestured with both arms to the image settled on it, smiling, instead of inspecting it, he examined Atomic's changing expression.

She was horrified. Horrified beyond belief. Wide eyes, mouth flopped open like a fish, it was like someone was choking her, strangling her, to death.  

Atomic Discharge tended in horror.

Discord was...confused, "what are you talking about—"

He paused.  

"Holy shit!"



"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Shrieks and screams. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING??!"

"I DON'T KNOW!!"

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

"SHUT IT OFF! SHUT IT OFF!"

The bird moved, it flinched. I came out of the television, it's head cucked back and forth, examining its impending meal.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Mouth open and teeth showing, it pecked downwards, consuming discord.

It was coming for Atomic next.