Morning once again, in the jewel of Equestria, Canterlot.
Birds were singing...
Grass was growing...
And fillies and colts played among the statues of the royal gardens, seeing as their class was on a field trip. However, this isn't about those things. This story... is about THEM.
There were three statues in Celestia's garden. On the right, was a grouchy looking mage. It's cornered, pixilated arms were crossed and it was hunched over. The middle of the three was some kind of cuboid knight forming a Y shape with its body. The third statue had no features but was composed of the exact same shapes as the other two. It was shouting out something when it was frozen in stone. Their names were Greed, Madness, and Hatre-
THE AUTHOR OF THIS WORK HAS BEEN HOSPITALIZED DUE TO ACT OF xX_De4thl0rd_Xx, Sol4ire, AND StOli97. WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.
What are you doing with that TNT? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ *CUTOFF PREVENTION*
The shuffling of hooves caught the attention of the incredibly bored Saint Oli the Ninety-seventh.
"Fucking lovely. Another pigeon toilet parade." He groaned. While no one could here him, his friends knew what he had said. His textbar flashed a message from Sol4ire:
"Hey, look on the bright side, at least they don't crap on you." It read.
"Fuck off, Solaire." St. Oli said. The class rounded the corner.
"Now, class. Who can tell me what these three statues represent?" The teacher asked.
"Evil!"
"Chaos!"
"Selfishness!" Immediately the three fillies began to fight over the Triumvirate's meaning.
"Actually, All three of you are right in away." The teacher said. "These statues represent greed..." She guestured to Deathlord "Madness..." The gesture went to Solair. "And Hatred." St. Oli, who had a hairline crack across his featureless surface. The rest of the conversation was tuned out by the trio. The crack on "hatred"'s surface had grown considerably by the time they left. St. Oli's prison exploded, cracking the other two's.
"FREEEEEEDOOOOOM!" A small jingle played as Saint Oli the Ninety-seventh shouted his victory to the world. The textbar of his HUD flashed with another message, This time from Deathlord.
"Dude! What about us?"
"Oh, STFU. You'll be out in a minute. In the meantime, I'll be checking on our base." St. Oli said.
"Get back here, coward!" Solaire taunted through the chat. but too late as St. Oli Disappeared without even a pop.
"Fffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~!" The two remaining chuckle-fucks screamed.
Spike belched up a letter from Celestia claiming they were needed once again and to meet her in her throne room. They immediately set out and grabbed the elements along the way. When they arrived, Celestia was worried about something. If she was worried about something it was usually of apocalyptic significance.
"What happened? Has sombra returned?" Twilight inquired in a panicked tone.
"No. It is far worse. The Triumvirate of Destruction has been freed. They number three, but even me, Luna, and discord combined cannot even hinder them. they are godlike beings of untold power. Me and Luna have only scratched the surface of their capabilities." Celestia said. Before she continued, a massive group of creepers appeared it the middle of the throne room. A note appeared in font of her as she bubbled up the explosive mobs. She read it aloud:
"Dear Sun-Assed the White,
Nice new castle you have. Shame what happened to the old one. Hope you like my little present.
Regards, Saint Oli the Ninety-Seventh.
P.S.: Lightning."
Suddenly, lightning struck the creepers just before they exploded. Having never encountered supercharged creepers before, She was sadly under prepared for the destructive force of the super creepers. The blast decimated the throne room, and rocked the castle to it's very foundations. Somehow the elements remained relatively unharmed.
Meanwhile at the legion of doom-
NOT NOW!
Okay.
A cobblestone fortress stood surrounded by a perfectly flat plain of snow. It was fairly normal if somewhat grandiose for a fort in minecraft. But highly out of place in a rounder world like Equestria. The fort had crumbled in some places in the two thousand years of abandonment and dereliction.
"Are you fuckcing kidding me?" St. Oli yelled at his griefed fort. He had spent a month building the walls nonstop. He flew into the second floor through a collapsed section of the wall. It was a nine by nine hall like the floor below it. The walls, ceiling, and floor were two blocks thick. The fuming St. Oli inspected the interior damages. Other than having to replace the torches and patch the gaping wall, There was nothing else to deal with.
