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mylittlejamjar2015-01-20 10:45 pm
pirateponyprincess) wrote in mylittlejamjar2015-01-20 10:45 pm
7th Sun: [Insert ice pun and/or Frozen reference here]
Hello, Ponyville~
[Somepony seems unusually chipper for this sort of weather.]
I come to you today to propose a challenge. I understand that emotions and tempers are running high, a temper in many of your hearts raging as much as the blizzard outside. Speeches about hope and friendship can only go so far. I've decided it's time for something a little different.
[Celestia turns the scroll slightly, revealing... a castle. ...No, it's more accurately described as a fortress, made from the snow. Its walls are stacked high, reinforced with sheets of ice, with strategically-placed holes in the wall perfect for throwing something through. It's an odd sight, but odder still is the fact that it can be seen perfectly. The storm can be seen behind it, but there seems to be no wind between the scroll and the fortress.]
I have taken the liberty of conquering the town square, as well as the buildings surrounding it. Inside my sphere of influence, there is no relief from the cold, but there is reprieve from the storm. If you want your town square back, come take it from me, or join me in my new empire. My only rule is this: no powers, no magic, no wings. Nothing but your dodging skills, snow fort building ability, and a keen throwing forearm.
[The scroll returns to her as she starts to walk into the fort.]
I can guess what many of you are thinking. "There is a neverending blizzard outside, you crazed hag, and you want to hold a snowball fight?" I understand your anger, taking advantage of such a dire situation for such a childish need. To that, I say to you: Come. Give me a piece of your mind. Take all that anger, that sorrow, that impatience, and come at me. Channel that rage into the snow and let me know how you feel for making light of your emotions. Use that darkness in your heart, and forge bonds with those like-minded ponies. Work together to bring me down a peg or two...
[Celestia pauses, and her horn glows, turning her normally pastel-colored rainbow mane into a harsher, icy-colored mass that is not unlike that of the windingoes outside. She gives the scroll a wicked grin, that sort of smile that one would love to just wipe off with force.]
...for I shall be the avatar of every dark emotion you feel. Come get me. And for everypony else, feel free to join them, or join me, the infamous pirate queen of the cosmos. Come, let us take the very thing used to try and break our spirits and reforge the warmth in our hearts with it, just to spite them.
I look forward to your challenge, or your allegiance.
[Somepony seems unusually chipper for this sort of weather.]
I come to you today to propose a challenge. I understand that emotions and tempers are running high, a temper in many of your hearts raging as much as the blizzard outside. Speeches about hope and friendship can only go so far. I've decided it's time for something a little different.
[Celestia turns the scroll slightly, revealing... a castle. ...No, it's more accurately described as a fortress, made from the snow. Its walls are stacked high, reinforced with sheets of ice, with strategically-placed holes in the wall perfect for throwing something through. It's an odd sight, but odder still is the fact that it can be seen perfectly. The storm can be seen behind it, but there seems to be no wind between the scroll and the fortress.]
I have taken the liberty of conquering the town square, as well as the buildings surrounding it. Inside my sphere of influence, there is no relief from the cold, but there is reprieve from the storm. If you want your town square back, come take it from me, or join me in my new empire. My only rule is this: no powers, no magic, no wings. Nothing but your dodging skills, snow fort building ability, and a keen throwing forearm.
[The scroll returns to her as she starts to walk into the fort.]
I can guess what many of you are thinking. "There is a neverending blizzard outside, you crazed hag, and you want to hold a snowball fight?" I understand your anger, taking advantage of such a dire situation for such a childish need. To that, I say to you: Come. Give me a piece of your mind. Take all that anger, that sorrow, that impatience, and come at me. Channel that rage into the snow and let me know how you feel for making light of your emotions. Use that darkness in your heart, and forge bonds with those like-minded ponies. Work together to bring me down a peg or two...
[Celestia pauses, and her horn glows, turning her normally pastel-colored rainbow mane into a harsher, icy-colored mass that is not unlike that of the windingoes outside. She gives the scroll a wicked grin, that sort of smile that one would love to just wipe off with force.]
...for I shall be the avatar of every dark emotion you feel. Come get me. And for everypony else, feel free to join them, or join me, the infamous pirate queen of the cosmos. Come, let us take the very thing used to try and break our spirits and reforge the warmth in our hearts with it, just to spite them.
I look forward to your challenge, or your allegiance.