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// Finale: See you, Space cowboy 
// Story: Discorded Humanity 
// by The Drifting Bard 
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Running through the dark corridors of the Hive, I began to see what was happening. these black creatures, the changlings...
They were feeding off all manner of creatures, not just ponies. but what was left of the vessels did not bare thinking about.

I pressed on, desperate to get away from the soulless husks that were left behind.
"fuck you, giger" I lamented as I ran. 

years had passed since then, I've started to drift into obscurity.
I had begun to visit the graves of warriors lost. my body aches.
the only thing I have left now is my life... reduced to an empty husk of blood, sweat and scars.
my left eye now dimmed to a dull grey, covered by black fabric.  three thin lines streaked down my face. a parting souvenir from dragons during the great migration, I was simply there as an overseer. I did my duty, protecting the once Idyllic peaceful town of Ponyville.

Ponyville itself, had finally succumbed to its own greed as changelings had taken over. 
I was away on my travels around the world at the time. feeling as If I was no-longer needed, I took to drifting.
I found peace. but that peace soon was ripped away from me.

I sat in a small tavern in a nondescript city in the south of zebrica, simply drinking my sorrows away in the hopes that something would happen. this world had a funny way of giving me what I wanted.
I packed my things and made my way back. 


 I stopped to catch my breath, looking back to see if I was followed. I reached into my satchel, Pulling out a special crystal.
I was pleased with the tests I ran, knowing that the crystal was filled with enough energy... I rammed the crystal into the wall of the hive. I synced it to the detonator, I was smart enough to place many around the outside. 

Now it was just a matter of finding the main room. 
the one room large enough to house the queen bee.

but sadly this was not the Queen I wanted to meet, this....  Queen Metachondria, had me worried from the beginning.
ever since I read that news article....

Peace between Ponies and changelings? 

too good to be true.