It was an exhausted and disquiet Celestia that returned to Canterlot that evening. All she wanted to do was lower the sun and go to bed. Her soft, comfortable bed with its warm, fluffy pillows. Unfortunately, it was not to be.
"TIA!"
Celestia sighed, before turning around to look down the hall. "Luna? What-?"
A dark blue alicorn, with teal eyes, a crescent moon cutie mark set in the black fur that covered her flanks, and a midnight blue mane and tail filled with nebulous stars came thundering down the hall towards her sister. Luna was, Celestia noted, wearing her old armor--the set from before her transformation into Nightmare Moon--and hefting a large battleaxe in her magical grip. Two armored, bat-winged thestrals, members of Luna's night guard, appeared careening around the corner down the hall, desperately trying in vain to catch up to their princess.
Luna slid to a halt, her warshoes kicking up sparks from the tiling. "SISTER! THE HELLCAT! IT DOTH-!"
Celestia held up a hoof, forestalling any further outbursts from her younger sister. "Calm, Luna. The Hellcat is...not an issue at this time." She put her hoof down, giving Luna a reproachful look. "And didn't I tell you that the Royal Voice had fallen out of use?"
Abashed, the princess of night scuffed an armored hoof against the tile, drawing more sparks. "Sorry Tia, We forgo--STOP TRYING TO DISTRACT US!" Luna thundered, before dropping her voice back down to normal levels. "What dost thou mean the Hellcat is no longer an issue?"
Celestia sighed. It had almost worked too, but her bed would have to wait just a little longer. "Come. I'll explain along the way."
At that moment, the two night guards staggered to a stop next to Luna as Celestia began to trot down the hall. Sighing, Luna turned to the two guards. "WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR DILIGENCE, GUARDSPONIES. DISMISSED." With that said, Luna turned on her hoof and followed after her sister, battleaxe floating along behind her.
One of the guards saluted, only to jerk away to the side as his partner keeled over with a wheeze.
"I first learned of the Hellcat's escape when I went to congratulate Twilight and her friends on stopping Discord," Celestia explained as her sister caught up.
"And thou didst not go to hunt the beast," Luna inquired incredulously.
"No," Celestia explained simply. "For one, had Twilight or her friends not said anything, I would have never known it was there. That alone required I reassess the situation, and what they told me further reinforced that notion." Celestia stopped, turning to face her sister fully. "Sister, it attacked Discord."
"And? If Discord twas controlling it as we thought so long ago, surely the beast would seek vengeance," reasoned Luna.
"Discord fought back," Celestia said, letting that tidbit sink in. "And when it was beaten, Discord restrained it."
Luna looked at her sister in worry, considering the implications. "That wouldst mean the beast was not under Discord's spell."
"Indeed," Celestia agreed. "But I believe our theory about its sanity was correct: when the Bearers accidentally released the Hellcat, it simply left for the Everfree, taking with it the orb Discord used to restrain it."
"Hmm, the Forest of the Everfree was treacherous in Our time, We can only assume it hath become more so. Finding the Hellcat will be tricky," Luna mused.
"We already know where it is," Celestia revealed, earning a raised brow from Luna. "It rebuilt our old castle."
Luna was thunderstruck. "Our old-? Tia, surely thou jest?"
"I do not," Celestia simply said. "I saw the towers in the distance rise before my very eyes." She took a steadying breath. "I sent Twilight and the other Element Bearers to investigate. We...they were lucky to return unharmed."
Luna looked at her sister with concern. "Tia, what happened?"
Celestia sighed, standing silently before beginning. "Twilight told me everything that happened," she explained as she continued down the hall. "When they arrived at the castle, the gates opened by themselves," the Solar diarch said, telling her sister what had been told to her not so long ago.
"And then they fell out of the air in front of me," Celestia finished as she walked down the hall with Luna.
"This doth be both gratifying and worrisome," Luna mused, clomping along heavily in her armor. "Gratifying, in that We now know the Hellcat be not a mindless beast, and worrisome in that We doth not know what it wants." She sighed, fluffing up her wings in agitation. "What was it your student called it? Mutu?"
"Mewtwo," Celestia corrected. "And she was unclear as to whether that was its name or species."
"Mewtwo," repeated Luna, running the name over her tongue in thought. "We doth believe We shall attempt to enter its dreams tonight. Perhaps We shall be able to better understand it."
Celestia frowned unhappily at that suggestion, but nevertheless did not go against it. "Just be careful," she cautioned. "We don't know everything its capable of."
Despite herself, Luna rolled her eyes. "Tia, I know what I doth do."
Still, it was nice to know that despite everything that had happened between them Celestia still cared.
There was a brief flash of light as Luna stepped into the dreamscape, her armor retired in favor of her own royal regalia, colored silver where her sister's was gold. Immediately, she recoiled in slight disgust at what she saw. "Strewth. Never before hath I seen a dreamscape in such disarray."
It was true. Throughout her career as the Mistress of Dreams, Luna had become intimately familiar with the ways and sundries dreams could take form. It varied from being to being of course, but she had learned that the dreams of each race tended to flow a certain way. Earth ponies tended to have dreams akin to the movements of the earth: slow and steady, but with the occasional jolt that led into a new dream. Pegasi were as the wind, their dreams flitting quickly from subject to subject, though none the less rich for doing so. Unicorns, on the other hoof, were interesting in that, though not as steady as those of an earth pony or as flighty as a pegasus, they were the most likely to be influenced by their memories, usually those fresh from the previous day. Of the other species that called Equus their home, there were many ways their dreams formed, and Luna had experienced them all.
But the dreamscape she stood in now was unlike anything Luna had ever seen before. The dream was broken, an otherwise featureless void scattered with uncountable crystal shards in all colors, not unlike a winter sea dotted with icebergs. As one of the crystals tumbled past at glacial speed, Luna reached out and pressed her hoof upon it.
A purple eye opens. Muffled voices can be heard beyond a glass partition. Everything is tinged orange, little bubbles floating serenely upwards. Those voices. They're outside. Where I must be. There is a series of images, the reflection of a mountain on a lake, ripples on the water, a blurry animal swimming past waving grass; the eye glows blue.
Glass shatters. Alarms blare.
"Radio Giovanni's helicopter, tell him what's happened!"
Luna jerked back, yanking her hoof away from the crystal shard. Breathing heavily, she looked at her hoof, then at the shard, before pressing her hoof against one close by.
Four giant insects stand on rocky ground, their purple shells and blue eyes glinting in the cold mountain air. Futuristic looking cannons rest on their backs. Their images are reflected in a purple eye. The Pokemon restored from fossils: Genesect. There was a flash, a memory of a feline creature in a tank, eyes opening as readouts flicker urgently. Created, like me...at the hands of people.
Luna pulled her hoof away from the shard, breaking the connection. She looked around at the mindscape, at the crystals in revelation. "These art not dreams," Luna realized. "They art memories." She looked at the shard in front of her carefully, taking note of the jagged edges. Scanning the other shards nearby revealed similar wear on the crystals. "They art broken, scattered," Luna concluded with a frown. "Twas strange, they doth appear to be from two different beings." She huffed in slight frustration, having never come across such an occurrence before. "I doth not understand."
You could always ask.
Staring at Luna with my arms crossed, I quickly came to the conclusion that we were in my head, or more accurately, my dreams. I'd have to be careful about this one. I hadn't even realized I had fallen asleep: my rock must have been more comfortable than I'd realized.
Luna spun around, staring at me in shock. "How? How doth thou control thy dream?"
I will admit, this comes as a surprise to me as well, I allowed, gesturing with one arm. But that doesn't explain why you are here.
"We are the Mistress of Dreams," Luna exclaimed proudly, quickly recovering from her earlier shock. "It is Our duty to attend to the dreams of all Our subjects."
I quirked an eyebrow. I am not one of your subjects, though, I pointed out lazily.
"Thou art in Equestria, though," Luna pointed out. "Thou still fall under Mine aegis."
I see. I gestured with an arm again. I'll wager you're here for a different reason than my well-being though: you want answers. I uncrossed my arms, holding my paws out in supplication. So, ask away.
Luna blinked in surprise. "Verily?"
I nodded. I'm feeling generous right now. I really was, too.
"Quite," Luna retorted. She stared at me in thought before voicing her question. "Thine attack upon the Applachian Mountains, why?"
I felt that indescribable, irrational rage boiling up: I ruthlessly quashed it back down. I was but as a newborn, I explained, technically telling the truth. My transformation into a Mewtwo could be considered a form of rebirth, after all. And my mind was fractured. As for the hows and the whys of how I came to be there, I cannot say, for I do not know. I hoped Luna would accept that answer, because the anger really didn't like that topic.
Thankfully, Luna did accept that answer, for now at least. "We see. Very well." She lapsed back into silent thought, before her eyes darted over to one of the massive crystal shards floating about my mind. "Those," she pointed. "Those hold memories from two different individuals. How?"
Frowning, I pulled mentally at the two shards indicated. They were indeed memories, but not quite in the way Luna thought they were. They were scenes from the Pokemon anime, one from my half-remembered childhood and one from my equally half-remembered adult life. As the scenes played in my head, I grimaced: how to explain these to Luna without revealing too much?
Those are memories of my predecessors, I carefully said, which wasn't technically a lie.
Luna's eyes narrowed. "And how, pray tell, doth thou haveth the memories of thine predecessors?"
Shit. My mind raced as I struggled to come up with an answer. Have you ever heard of genetic memory? Please buy it. Please buy it. Please buy it.
"Thou dost remember the memories of thine ancestors? We didst not know such a thing was possible."
Oh, thank God.
Luna looked at me with a bit of...awe? I think it was awe, but it could have just as easily been indigestion (I was never very good at reading human expressions Before, and I couldn't quite figure out how to mindread someone who was already in my mind...or dream, so...). "What art thou?"
I smirked. I knew the answer to this one. I am Mewtwo. I snickered internally at Luna's expression.
Now, you've asked your questions, I stated, dark storm clouds roiling overhead as thunder rumbled somewhere off in the distance. It is time you answer one of mine.
Luna swallowed nervously, even as she stood resolute against the darkness. "Very well. Ask." She braced herself for whatever answer I would demand.
Where can I get some koi? At my question, the atmosphere suddenly brightened, the storm gone.
Luna sputtered in surprise, and you could hear the record scratch (literally: it was a dreamscape, after all) as she tried to process the sudden change in tone and topic. "Koi?"
Yes, you know, koi? A type of colorful, decorative carp? I elaborated. I hear they're quite nice to look at.
"I," Luna looked at me in bafflement. "I...can ask?"
Splendid. Well, I started. I'm sure you have much work to do tonight, so I shan't keep you. Toodles! And with that, I promptly kicked Luna from the chat session that was my dreams.
I let out a great sigh. Oh, that was a bit more intense than I had anticipated. But, it had been fun to tweak Luna's proverbial tailfeathers at the end there. I smiled smugly. If you can't awe them with knowledge, baffle 'em with bullshit. Now where was I? ...Hmm, lucid dreaming, might as well enjoy it.
I flopped down into a deck lounge as a beach materialized before me. Sipping from a coconut filled with fruity drink via straw, I sat back and enjoyed the view.
In her chambers in Canterlot Palace, Princess Luna jerked awake, blinking blearily in confusion. "Forsooth, what just happened?"
Indirectly. By accident, or through somebody else who takes it upon themselves to do so.
accident.
Luna: WTF?
Me: Oh, that was hilarious!
Accidentally, of course. Have you ever stepped on a slug and not realized it until you found part of it stuck to the sole of your shoe? There isn't much to be done at that point, save to ask yourself, "Now how did that happen?"
Pretty funny, though I think you're laying the Shakespeare on a little thick. Then again that's just my thoughts.
Accident
That was quite entertaining. That sudden hard left in their conversation at the end had me laughing.
8025644 dynamite. TNT. C4. Accident prone. RPG. Tank. Lava.
Lots of ways. How many are fun?
Still at number 3 on the main page list
The pokeball coming back to bite you? Nah, it's not like there are any fillies in Ponyville that have a penchant for exploration and destruction that would happen to enter the Everfree and make their way to the castle just to find it laying around.
So, when are you gonna have him mega evolve? Perhaps when you'll introduce it and other Pokemon. I have some suggestions about that if you want.
Heh, wonder if Luna'll deliver him some koi in a gift box? It'd be a nice house warming present.
Looking forward to him actually interacting with the Ponies, other than quick quips. Really want to see what all he'll get up to in Equestria.
A lot of people are saying accident, but under the context of the action not even crossing your mind, that relies purely on chance, which is a less than agreeable state of affairs for Mewtwo-X (What I'm mentally appending him. The "X" has nothing to do with the Pokemon game of that designation and more to do with the HeliX, which I feel he might take as a personal symbol somehow somewhere down the line).
No, how you destroy something you want gone, but literally can't think of carrying out the action, either through compulsion or simple shortsightedness... Is to literally forget how it concerns you before you crush it for what it represents intrinsically. If there are other mental blocks that prevent you destroying it after your self inflicted mind-wipe, change your nature to allow you to destroy the irritant.
I'm actually taking a page out of HK-47's handbook from KotOR II here, if anyone is familiar with the Restored Content mod. In the end-game segments, if you ask HK-47 the right questions earlier you get the opportunity to visit a droid factory where the HK-50 model is being produced. The HK-50 is nearly identical in appearance to HK-47, so his self-preservation subroutines prevent him from attacking him without a command from a "Master" to override them, so in order to shut down the factory he ends up erasing segments of his memory and changing his subroutines to distinguish "Him" from "Them". It's quite effective...
What is with these stories and lies, whats wrong with the truth? Are you allergic?
8025859 Crippling social anxiety my friend. Crippling social anxiety. An unfortunate side effect of this is that I tend to deflect uncomfortable questions or put them off as long as I can to avoid dealing with them.
8025859 For one part, it's a power play, not wanting to appear weaker in front of potential adversaries for what the Truth represents. For another some may consider such information to be very personal, and wouldn't want any but possibly their closest friends and confidants to know, if even them. For another part still it can be used as a coping mechanism...
I'm just trying to get over the word "forsooth"
...I hope you realise that the moves 'Dream Eater' and 'Future Sight' still work on Psychic-types. Sure, they're resisted (0.5x damage, for non-Pokémon fans), but they still deal damage.
Mind-reading would only really be impossible on Dark-types, unless you used Miracle Eye beforehand.
...Oh, and Darkrai's 'Bad Dreams' Ability also works on Psychic-types, as does Nightmare, Hypnosis (for brainwashing) and Confusion/Psychic (for physically forcing the target to do something).
Wasn't there a Ninetales in the Kanto season, who lived in an old Ball, waiting for its dead master to return? And the only way for it to 'move on' was to break its Ball?
Didn't Ash's Snorlax's Poké Ball also get damaged in the Orange Islands arc, preventing the 'Gotta Eat 'Em All' monster from being recalled, forcing Ash and co. to lug him around manually?
Either damage, or destroy, the damn thing already!
8025736 ...How would they get past the big front doors and the whole 'there's-no-other-way-to-enter-it-except-windows-located-really-high-up' thing?
Tree sap?
8025700 Equestria doesn't have explosives (save for a 'party cannon') or modern army vehicles, so most of those are rendered null and void.
Lava and accident can remain.
Also, another method: HAVE SOMEONE INFORM YOU OF THE POSSIBILITIES. That way it does "cross your mind".
It is, if one of your distant ancestors was an Assassin, who followed a particular Creed.
And if you used a very particular machine.
I am very satisfied with how the story is progressing so far, I am also placated with how you plan to do crossovers. I look forward to more.
8025944 Borrowing Pinkie's suction cups and spy suits.
8025952 And yet Vinyl Scratch Has a DJ booth.
Ignorance is bliss.
Step on an ant.
Oh reeeaaaallly?
The Koi request is likely to be played for laughs later. The poke ball will no longer be the token. Mewtwo is going to be increasingly forced to interact with others through chance and circumstance, and will rarely desire/have to interact willingly. You're likely to put Mewtwo into events from the show to add conflict, or add other villains that didn't exist before, but do now due to his existence, and something Mewtwo cares about, like his home or the friends he eventually makes, will be destroyed or threatened by the villains. You're most likely to collaborate with the 'also liked' stories, based on their similarity and recent updates. (Though, that doesn't necessarily make them the best to collab with.) Also, your final question was probably foreshadowing.
How did I do?
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Right. That means (to me), act like Caboose and 'help' them.
My addiction is temporarily sated, Thank you kind 'Mon for this fix. I;m glad to here there won't be too much crossing over, 'tis my least favourite aspect of the displaced multiverse, though I'm sure you'll make them look good.
Excellent choice, cross-overs are fun to do, but they can't be if people dislike them, it'd be best to respect their wishes and focus more on plot.
LOL I love that Mewtwo's main priority in life at the moment is interior decorating! Oh Oh I would love to see him interact with Zecora! He can barter with her for some tribal masks to add to his decor.
8025935 It was made by Discord, not to mention it was a Pokeball that managed to capture a Mewtwo, it wouldn't surprise me if he made it indestructible.
So it begins...
Personally I think this would work better as an standalone story, kinda of like Celestia Trigger by Thadius0, a really good Chrono Tigger Displaced that avoided the pitfalls of the gender, with an awesome story and no God-mode Overpowered Sues.
The only Displaced stories that really deal with all those crosses well are the outright humorous ones like The Mighty Warrior of Epicness by shinigamisparda
So in other words:
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Mewtroll strike again! It is super effective!
Ya know, I've gotta congratulate you, you've been on the front page multiple times and your Like ratio is VERY high.
Be careful with the old English, there. Doth and hath are third-person singulars, and art is second-person singular.
"Tia, I know what I am doing." or "Tia, We know what We are doing." fit better, the former more so than the latter as it's a private dialogue between equals.
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>So first of all, I didn't read this. I posted it into my local Discord chat and everyone freaked out over it. Then one of the moderators of the chat read it in the general voice channel for everyone to listen. It was both hilarious and cringe inducing for a variety of reasons.
Hey, I remember you! You're that guy from DeviantArt and Reddit, the guy whose dumbass friends brigaded me and got me banned from some MLP subreddit. Then you stalked me personally and went through my history, downvoting everything with a score above one because you had nothing better to do. Then you revealed yourself on the Undertale subreddit as my stalker, then I tricked you into revealing yourself as my stalker on r/srs, and you vanished once you realized you'd been outplayed. Then you came back to cry about my dislike of bad Season six episodes on reddit and DeviantArt, you shot yourself in the foot over and over, you claimed I "Only screencapped the parts that made me look good" and posted a screencap of my reply to your message... Even though my reply was already visible in the image I uploaded to deviantart, and all your screenshot did was show you have my account labelled. Didn't you photoshop a score onto my private message, too?
Then you asked one of your buddies to make a thread asking about me on r/mylittlepony so you have an opportunity to whine to him about me. You whined about things like how "Rude" I am to people that have already insulted me multiple times, and how I think I'm "Always right". (Your ability to argument is limited to crying, screeching, and cringing. You know what these things are? Not valid arguments. Forgive me for not being swayed by them)
Anyway, I then asked r/askoldpeople if they ever met an idiot, fought one, forgot about him, and discovered that while for you, it was only tuesday, for the idiot, it was the most important day of his life. You ACTUALLY COMMENTED ON THAT POST YOU'D HAVE ONLY SEEN IF YOU WERE STILL STALKING ME, saying I'd've had to have done something "Pretty shitty" for you to remember me. The old people in the sub assumed the thread existed solely to bait you into making an ass out of yourself yet again, but it really was an honest question.
Now, since you're still being your usual self, you just admitted you have a discord chat full of cringe cancer like you. Guess that explains your oddly specific number of positive votes on a comment that's really nothing more than "I thought this fic would be bad and it was, but I don't understand how expectations or first impressions work. Don't ask me why we read it even though we didn't think we'd like it, we like cringing at the works of others".
I wonder... What should I do now? Should I tell you to leave the kid alone, and leave all other kids alone? Or should I post links to the screenshots I captured from our last encounter and posted on DeviantArt, making you the joke to be laughed at?
I think I'll tell you to leave the kid alone, and leave all other kids on this site alone, too. If this was a fanfiction site for something intended for an older audience, like Star Trek or Star Wars, I'd be ok with you and your friends running around cringing at things. Look up "Azeel Mataahl" or however it's spelled, you'll probably have fun with that. Or laugh at people on tumblr insisting that Mayonnaise is a gender, they're neptune or a ficus on the inside depending on their mood, and it's "Literally pedophilia" to like shippings they don't like. If you want to "Cringe" at "Cringey" things, go look at an anti-vaxxer rant about chemtrails and anti-psychic poison hidden in the water supply. Go look at an american idiot defending Obama despite Fast And Furious and the Slush Fund(Long story, PM me for details). And if they're too advanced for you, go to r/MallNinjaShit and laugh at the idiotically-designed swords and knives. There are things on the internet far worse than a bunch of children making fanfics you don't like. Far, far worse. And really, if you don't like fanfics written by children, what are you doing on a website dedicated to amateur writing based in a world of colourful cartoon ponies intended for little girls? Because that's what MLPFIM is, a show for little girls. It's just so well-written that it attracted an older fanbase, too. But are you really going to sit there and claim children shouldn't be allowed to "Pollute" an amateur writing site with their amateur works of fanfiction? You aren't even picking the low-hanging fruit any more, you're scooping dirt into your mouth, eating it, and crying and insulting the apple farmer when you remember once again that you don't like the taste of dirt, yet you and your friends put it into your mouths and the mouths of your friends anyway.
If this fanfiction is "Dirt", stop putting it in your mouth. If this fanfic and fanfics like it are "Cringey", stop reading them. Don't cry about them, just stop putting them in your mouth and find some higher-hanging fruit.
tl;dr, Hclegend BTFO, now GTFO.
8026751 whoah dude that guy is insane if thats true, stalking is reelz.
But back to the story, its a reallly good displaced fic especially with my favourite pokemon there, question though, whats the guy's name when he was still human? Will his humanity be explored? And yeah when do you update?
8026751 Silver, just block and ignore the bugger, he's nothing but a troll who hates Displaced stories even though there are things FAR worst in Fimfiction.
8026751 I thought we buried the hatchet on that.
Or at least, I stopped giving a shit about drama and moved on with my life. Seriously, that's uncalled for as fuck.
8026776 Until you realized he constantly posted out of context comments on Deviantart (Of all places.) in order to try and smear me and basically throwing me under the bus at any opportunity.
Hey, just like right now when it's entirely unrelated, unneeded and fucking rude.
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thou for the first, thy for the second.
8026819 Take it to a PM, please, settle it there.
8026820 Huh, I missed those. Thank you.
8026149 wow.....
Crazy things, Luna. Crazy things.
8026819
>Out of context
Wrong. I posted both your comment and my reply, then you yelled "YOU POSTED THAT OUT OF CONTEXT" and posted just my reply. It's almost as if you learned this language by watching youtube commenters fight, and you don't really understand what any of these words or concepts you're throwing around actually mean. Still, your skill in lying is as bad as ever, I see. If I really did post those screenshots out of context, you would have taken pictures of the context and posted them. It would be easy for you to do this, too. If you were right, if you were telling the truth, if I was lying about any of this, you would post evidence and prove it.
>I thought we buried the hatchet
Is that what you call running off the second you realize you've shot yourself in the foot so many times you can't win or tell people you've won, returning to the time-honoured tradition of picking low-hanging fruit and crying when it tastes bad? I could take this to PMs, but I'd rather the writer of this story read this and laugh at you. I'd rather the rest of the Displaced fandom read this and laugh at you. And next time you or one of your idiot friends attacks a kid on this site, I want them to remember the time Hclegend shot himself in the foot over and over, failed at stalking three times, failed to learn his lesson, and made an ass of himself, and I want them to laugh your youtube commenter-tier ass out of here. I gave you an out. I namedropped higher-hanging fruit your dirt-eating ass would still find palatable. And yet you chose to cry and lie.
That hatchet isn't buried, it's where you last put it. It's stuck firmly in your own foot.
8026984 >implying i'd read your wall of text
Real talk, is this how you want to live your life? Giving random people shit on the Internet because they hurt your feelings or something? Because that's the *only* reason I can guess at why you're bringing up drama that happened on a different site entirely in an attempt to shame me.
I'm more offended that you're actually trying to pull this shit than the shit itself. Let it go. Nobody but you cares.
8026831 I wouldn't read them anyway. I'm just defending myself from an unwarranted attack. Because surprisingly, having some random fucko harassing me is annoying. Why don't you tell him to take it to PMs, because he clearly fucking needs to be told so.
8026984
You're a real piece of work, man... I'm surprised you're still around, what with you getting banned because you kept baiting multiple groups with your 'views'.
None of us are laughing. We're all just disappointed at your behavior.
My pet goanna wrote a story like this, but it had Captain Kangaroo as the protagonist and it was much more betterer.
I don't care who's at fault, just please take the bickering else where or just stop all together.
8027307 I got an idea.
Stop backseat modding. This matter doesn't involve you, nor does it need your input.
Also something about calling me a troll for no reason and thinking I'll take you seriously.