Seventh Starfall: Beyond the Pale [Visual, postdated for after the Closing Ceremonies]

[stormbroken]

[It's about two hours after the appearance of the Pale Pony, and everything that came with it. You might think that things would calm down again, but no.

This time, Flare Star fires up a scroll that she basically pulled straight away from Dust and starts talking, about as seriously as many ponies have ever heard out of her - the exceptions being Queen Chrysalis (who got to hear the tone when she was attacking the pegasus) and Zecora (whom she helped during Nightmare Night).]

The cards've been played. I don't know what kind of feeling that was that I felt back there, but I know it is evil. No more playing around, no more wasting time trying to understand.

I'm not saying that we don't still need to research this nag, far from it. In fact, we need to centralize our research, so that everypony has the same access to it. It's only right in times of war to allow your soldiers to know of the enemy they fight.

She pulls us all in at random, focusing on those with powers, and then every month, she culls. A few more get drawn into her, possibly for keeps. By standing before us today, by proving that she exists, she has declared war. Not on Equestria, but on every last one of our worlds.

Buck compassion, and buck caring for a pony so far gone that she'll steal souls for her own gain.

She needs to die.

Who's with me?

Comments

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[needsteaplz]

I'm afraid if push comes to shove we might have to. I hate to sound cheesy saying this but it might the case where the needs of the many outweighs the few. However, it's too early to know for sure.

It's not right for everyone to take up arms of they don't want to and I don't want anyone to feel pressured to do so. We just can't everyone simply ignore this though. Everyone can help in some way.

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[thedoctorsmate]

Never said for anyone to ignore it, did I? [You've caught Donna in a huff, Saori. Sorry about that.] People keep acting like there's no between. I don't care if you hit the bloody thing over the back of the head. Serves 'em right. Just don't kill it. There is always another way.

[She blows out a frustrated sigh.] God, now I sound like that skinny streak of nothing. Bottom line: I'm happy to help s'long as we're not running about starting some sort of overpowered, blood-thirsty mob.