I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.
Celestia was a filly living on an isolated farm and harboring dreams of greatness. Chrysalis was a black goo poured out from a wound in the walls of reality and with a weak grasp on the amount of fangs one should have. Friendship happened.
Another day, another failed assault on Equestria. Now poor Chitin has to report to Chrysalis and be the bearer of bad news. Such things had the tendency to be unhealthy if one wasn't lucky. Chitin didn't feel lucky at all.
