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// sombra games. 
// Story: a wizard in equestria 
// by The A I 
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	Sitting in the snow, i await the tyrant king, king sombra. i hope to talk with him before the main 6 or Shinning Armor can get attacked by him. A almost constant snow storm is impairing my vision greatly, but i can still feel the train tracks to my right, waiting for the light rattle that will reveal the trains arrival. 
The snow clears, only to reveal the king himself, standing there glaring at me like i was some sort of disabled spider under a magnifying glass wielded by a scientist with arachnophobia. He then trots towards me and his horn glows a ghastly black color, creating multiple spear like black crystals pointing to my throat. Giving a smile, i hold my hand out and simply say "Hello King Sombra. How ya doing? i was wondering if you would happen to know where the queen of the changelings is? if so, then would you two like to play a game?"
Replying with a slight nod, he makes the crystalline spears disappear and walks off into the direction he came from. Quickly following him, he leads me to a small cave opening. He observes in shock as i glide through the solid rock face, not leaving a trace behind me. Looking around i quickly spot the defeated queen asleep on the cave floor, saliva seemingly spewing from her mouth and covering the floor in the sticky liquid. 
To wake her up, sombra asks a very, very loud question. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! WHAT TYPE OF GAME DO YOU THINK WE WOULD PLAY WITH SUCH A MONSTROSITY!" He all but yells, causing Chrissiliss to wake from her nap with a yelp.
"There. Now then, who wants to play a games of Dungeons and Dragons?! DIBS ON DUNGEON MASTER!" I yell as loudly as i can.

5 Hours Later...
The sound of a train arriving is muffled by Sombra yelling "Curse you, fowl goblin! You dare steal a gold coin from me!?... 20! Yes!"
Following the shout, Twilight, her friends and her brother find Merasmus, Queen Chrissiliss, Sombra and a couple of changelings gathered around a map, dice in their hooves or magic whilst Merasmus dictates the happenings of the game. "You smite the goblin with your mace, hitting it so hard that its face is naught but a red splatter against his skull! Pincer, seeing this happen, what do you want to do?"
One of the changelings places a hoof against it chin in thought, until it shouts in a strangely more pony like voice than one would expect of a changeling, "I cast fire ball at the dark Priestess!" It rolls a die and then mumbles "...1. damn my luck..."
"CATASTROPHIC FAIL! The fire ball grows in size in your hooves but you lose control of it, leaving you with 2 options. A) let it grow larger and risk it killing you, or B) launch it as fast as you can at a random player or enemy." Merasmus says darkly.
"Launch It!" the changeling yells as it rolls a couple of dice.
"YOUR BAD LUCK SPREE HAST BROKEN! The spell zooms in towards the troll! Roll a D10 for damage!" Merasmus excitedly exclaims. The changeling rolls the D10 and Merasmus yells once more. "Instant kill! you are one lucky bastard!"
The changeling is about to dance, when everyone hears a lot of held back laughter behind them. With a sigh, Merasmus turns to the seven ponies gathered behind them and says "how about we continue later. WITHOUT A GROUP OF ONLOOKERS WHO RUIN GAMES LIKE THIS." and with that, they all sink into the floor, surrounded by green fire, glaring at the the seven giggling ponies.