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// BONUS: The Author Is Honest With the Readers 
// Story: The Other Purple Alicorn 
// by QueenMoriarty 
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I hate this story.

Actually, hate isn't a strong enough word. I despise this story. I loathe its existence. If I could go back in time and prevent myself from writing this story just by peacefully explaining to myself what was destined to go wrong, I would instead prevent this story by stabbing myself in the stomach twenty-seven times with a novelty Buzz Lightyear butter knife. And I don't even know if they make those!!

I never planned to make this story. I never really wanted to make this story. This is a sequel to something that I will not pretend is anything but a dumb regurgitation of a headcanon, except it's not even that, because it somehow instead turned into an in-universe analogue for Twilicorngate. The only reason this thing exists at all was because I was basically unknown at the time I wrote it, and less than five suggestions were able to convince me to write this.

And guess what? It! ADDS!


NOTHING!

MASSIVE FUCKING SPOILERS AHEAD: IF I WERE TO COMPLETE THIS STORY, YOU'D GET MAYBE THREE THOUSAND WORDS EXTRA EMOTIONAL CONTEXT FOR THIS WEIRD PRE-INCARNATION OF TWILIGHT SPARKLE. NO NEW INFORMATION TO SPEAK OF, NOTHING BUT ONE POINTLESS MARE'S PERSPECTIVE AND A SHITLOAD OF MEANINGLESS FILLER DESCRIPTION FOR EVENTS THAT ARE ALREADY ADEQUATELY OUTLINED IN THE ORIGINAL STORY!

On top of that, if I make a rough estimate of my writing abilities as compared over time, this story is crap. Sorry to everyone who likes it, but I can only see crap. And I cannot, in any good confidence, continue writing this when I could be doing much better things with my time. Even if it weren't for the fact that the pacing, characterization and dialogue are atrocious, the entire foundational principle behind this story is deeply, hideously stupid to me. If I came up with an idea like this today, I'd check my breath to make sure I hadn't suddenly developed a severe drinking problem!

And no, no you can't. You cannot convince me to waste another second, another iota of effort, on this piece of shit. It's cancelled. I'm not proud of that fact, but it makes me physically sick to try and continue this bastard child of malformed headcanons and narrative mutation, and I'll be damned if I just let it wallow in in-completion forever. 

I do sincerely apologize to the people who actually like this, and wanted to see it continued. I do not bear you any ill will for enjoying this story. That's probably why it's only being cancelled, and not completely wiped like I was planning to. Again, my deepest condolences. I can only hope you understand my plight.

I will, however, mercilessly rage at you if you try to persuade me to finish this. It's my comments section, I can have as big a flame war as I damn well please.