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letsplayamurder2025-07-27 04:30 am
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Week four
Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?
But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.
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Quark's Bar
But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.
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Quark's Bar

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The threat, though. They discussed this before, didn't they? On Saturday. They'd already discussed the possibility of blackmail, and of course she knew immediately what that meant. Having her past revealed to those in her world is nothing; they could hardly fail to know about it. But that doesn't entirely negate the threat, does it? Not any longer, not here. She tried to seize this second chance, this blank slate, and in so doing she has left herself vulnerable.
Luna snorts, ears pinning, then rears and slams both forehooves on the ground with a sharp crack! of stone. ]
Hear me now! In an age past, out of jealousy and bitterness, I embraced dark magic and attempted to plunge Equestria into a nighttime eternal. For this, I spent the past thousand years imprisoned in the moon. Fallen I may be, shameful I may be, but I am not a beast to be led about by the nose!
[ That done, she takes to the skies, up towards the clouds. She will not be coming back down for a while, though the occasional distant roll of thunder can confirm where she is. ]
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[this is not a gagtag]
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[Not the thousand-year crashout, but the admission to it is pretty awesome.]
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