Then they were to march straight into Baltimare, declare martial law, and squash whichever insurgency inevitably tried to take over the city. He would be court-martialed for it. That much he knew. Blueblood motioned to his aide-de-camp to make him some tea.
That...I can actually respect.
“No, I have no further intention of helping you, Neighsay. Tell me, how much did you know of the debt we owed the batponies for the very existence of our kingdom when you sent me to sabotage their efforts?”
Perhaps I was a little too harsh on you, Blueblood. I still get an unfortunate amount of...disagreeable vibes from you, but a genuine reactionary would certainly not act like you. We may just make a Lafayette out of you yet!
“You are letting your misguided compunctions get in the way of what must be done. The bats helped conquer Equestria; that I knew from the start. But I also knew that every empire in history has used barbaric auxiliaries to help fight its wars. Uncivilized creatures are well equipped to shed blood. But only a fool would embrace the savages afterwards, thinking that fighting for us a thousand years ago makes them like us!”
Holy fuck that's a racist outlook. Found the real reactionary.
Rarity awoke next to a despondent Luna. She had been having the strangest dream: all of her friends had come to her birthday party, but there was only pity on their somber faces, and Rarity couldn’t help but thank them, and beg them to come to her next birthday party. They wouldn’t have to see her again until then, she’d promised, and they had all looked relieved.
Oh dear. Luna, you have, like, clear, strong, chronic depression. Get help.
Of the possible culprits that I think could be responsible for the bombing in the game (changeling VOPS, Mr Horse, Neighsay/racist pony supremacists, the communist/anarchists, or NMM in a false flag attack against herself) I'm going to guess Neighsay was the one responsible in this fic.
derpicdn.net/img/2021/9/17/2702636/large.png The Moon Slowly turned red as the stars grew dark and then reappeared again glowing malevolent copper red as a slow screeching wail descended around manehatten
Rarity awoke next to a despondent Luna. She had been having the strangest dream: all of her friends had come to her birthday party, but there was only pity on their somber faces, and Rarity couldn’t help but thank them, and beg them to come to her next birthday party. They wouldn’t have to see her again until then, she’d promised, and they had all looked relieved.
Damn.
Next chapter whenOof. Poor bat.
And here... we... go...
That...I can actually respect.
Perhaps I was a little too harsh on you, Blueblood. I still get an unfortunate amount of...disagreeable vibes from you, but a genuine reactionary would certainly not act like you. We may just make a Lafayette out of you yet!
Holy fuck that's a racist outlook. Found the real reactionary.
Oh dear. Luna, you have, like, clear, strong, chronic depression. Get help.
Of the possible culprits that I think could be responsible for the bombing in the game (changeling VOPS, Mr Horse, Neighsay/racist pony supremacists, the communist/anarchists, or NMM in a false flag attack against herself) I'm going to guess Neighsay was the one responsible in this fic.
Well. This is called The Death of Harmony.
Next chapter whenderpicdn.net/img/2021/9/17/2702636/large.png
The Moon Slowly turned red as the stars grew dark and then reappeared again glowing malevolent copper red as a slow screeching wail descended around manehatten
Cool
Cross stitch got paralyzed by a spells or she was just scared ?
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Just scared lol. She knows better than to talk back to Blueblood and get magic'd.
1133332 oh ok, but let's be honest she's got a good point when she says celestia don't care about the army.
this looks like a bad omen