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Diary: "̴̨̗̮͈̙̞̪̪̔̒͗͗͗̄̈̈́̌͋͛̃͒͌̎́̑̋̆̈́͆̏̆͂̓̋̍̐̐̊͊͗͑̕͘̚̕͘͝͝͝"̵̧̡̘̟̦̟͙̩̙̽͝͠Q̵̛͉̖̜͎͉͌̊̊̈́̊͠N̶̨̛̛͕̟̪͈̱̟̦͔̈̀̊̆̏͒Ȉ̶̛̯͔̆̆Ū̷͚̺̯͙̩̦̬̗̂ͅA̷̧̢͚̹̦̖͔̖̪̤̒I̸͖̞͛̍͑̚͝ ̸̣̥̊̍̈́͝Ş̶̗̻̭̠̿C̵̗͔̩̐͌̿̋̌̐̀͠͠I̸̧̢̹͖̪̬̔̄̓̀̃͌V̵̨̢̤̫̭͕̞̭̤̰̇͌̾͋͛V̸̧̺̞̗͛̚ǐ̴̡̲̜̲̯̯̗̟ẅ̸̧̫̲͙́͒͠r̸̬͖͚̪̳̆̈̄̇̈́́̋͘n̸̪̬̘̉S̶̳͈̺͎̲͙̓R̵̨̛̳̙̬̓͊̊͋̑̿͐͝J̵̧̤͎͚̓͗̐̌́͗͆V̶̛̦͇͉̤̿́̃̚͠͝l̵̡̍̊̍̈́̀̍̓͝s̸̨̥̖̥̳̥̫̈́̈͊͘n̵̬̠̣̝͙͎̝̣̠̒̓̋̀̓͝v̶̳̮̩͛̈́̽j̸̛͎̣̭͓̪̟̩̱̔̋̈́̆̀,̶̯͖͔͓̝̣̬͇̯́̀̊͗̑͜.̸̧͔̤̳̺̙̳͎̃͛́́̓͒͗̕͜͝.̸̛̪͙̘̳͎̪̲͍̀̒͌͋͋̿͒́̕͜n̵̘͍̯͔̻̯̍ų̵̅̃̌͐m̵̘̻͍͚̈́̾͗͗͆̀͝9̴͚̪͕̩̌̌̀͝͝͠ȩ̷̛̯͎̘̗̩̥̎̌͒̌1̵̧̬͚̮̘͒̀́̔͗̀͝͠͠ņ̷̨̯̩̦̦͙͔̣͖̎̽́͗̐r̵̡͎̹̥̳̠͎̿ͅ0̵̧͙͔̖͛̽̓̎m̷̘̳̖̄̿̍̋̽̓f̸̧̺̃̇͋ủ̴͔̀ǹ̵̘͓̰̤̘͍̀͜͠v̸̢̭̟̠̳̯͇͕̬̾́ͅ9̵̞̪͓̦̗̒̈́̔͒̌m̸̖̞̟̘̰͎̋̔ͅ0̸͇̬̀̍̍i̴̩̥̎̋̎͜͠n̶͙͉͔̫̪̖̻̠̑͋͆̍͜n̷͈͆́̉̌͒̇m̴͙͈͂͋͑v̴̨̞̗̪͕̒͗̍̄̂̂̒͛̚ǹ̸͕̺̜̠͈̥̣̗͗̍̿̚0̴̡͍͍̘̠̗̠̲̣͌̅̊̆̏͒͝n̸̡̛̟̩̬̦͓͈͒́̇̔̽̎̚p̴̛͍͓͓̰̏̽͒͌̕v̵̢̹͇̥̹͉͎̣̼̿̒̓̄͜n̶̛̖͈̪̱̫̞͙̭͋́̂͊n̸̙̼̋̋̀̈̕͝i̴̡̫͒͂͌̈́̈ͅơ̷̤̖̆̓͋͝8̷̼͖̼̳͔͚̞̄ņ̷͉̗̙͖͙̦͖͐̽̌̿͒͗͠v̷̨̰̳̲̅2̵̖͕̳͚͓̳̭̿̃̀̈́͊̐̓̋̿9̵̭̀̊͋͐͌̈́̿̈́n̵̰̦͇̠͓̉͛̉͗͂̿͑̕s̴̡̅ ̶̡͎͓͇̞̳͈̌͑m̷̼̹̖̼̹̗̭͛͛̾ȋ̴̩̪̚ ̴̛̝̟̈̏͝j̵͍̄͌̆͊f̵̡͖͙̝̳͑͌̄̉̿̑́̑̍͠n̸̡͎̭̼̥͉̬̥̑͛̀̾ ̴̧̢͇̭̰̥͉̯̽ͅj̸̢̤͙̲̘̙̳̬͔̯͗́̇̽̒͗̈̈̃̕õ̴̯̗̑f̵̙͇̺͉̐͆n̶̘̣̥͖̞͖̅̍͂̇̔̔́͜e̸̛͎̪͎̖̋͒͘͝͝͝c̶̺̣̳͙̝͌͊̚8̷̞͍͖̾́̚̚̕ͅ0̴̗̙̤̠͓̅́͋̄̔m̵̨̼̺͔͓̲̦͔̽f̴̬̪̺͕̽͋̿͂͘n̸̨̳͇̲̣͐̂̂̀̃̂͗̒̕͝p̷̨̢̪̙̺̯̼̹͌͒m̷̠̺̪̓̿̍̓͋̌̒͐͘͘f̸̦̩͆͒̊̔̆̕̚ ̷̡͕͕͓͔̻̺͔̬͋̓̈́̾̾͆̀̂͝͝ͅṉ̴̝͇̹̊̂͑̀̀̊f̸̺͚͕̟͈̝̮̹̟̐-̴̧̡̞̳̞̲͍͉̩̱̍̌͛̊̾͝͝ó̷͉̟̤͈͔̑̎͛̀͒̾̕m̵̨̩̼̳̖͕̝̱̒͐̑͑̽̆̚̚͘͜͝ͅ0̵̛̫̱̋̆ơ̷̪͚̂̏͝f̵̙̤͗̾̚͠n̸̢̩͓̪͇̙͗́̽͐̓̆͜o̶͚͍͚͐͒̑̓̊̒̀̎͑ẁ̵̡̢̡͍͖̯̲̂̈̒̕n̷͔͎̖̻͆́̃͊̃̑̓̀͜-̶̠̟̭̦̙̦̥̪̫͐̊̊̋͝\̴̤̰͚̖̤̫͖̄̕\̷̢̩̳͈̺̔̓[̸̢̧͙̦͖͈̲̹̎̂̊̓̓̇͗͠͝
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The blood of Equestria has been spilled. The blood of many innocents fill the air. Bodies upon boides lie in the halls of the once well preserved Castle of the Two Sisters, bodies burned and torn apart, all of it a sight to behold.

The blood I've spilled has once again brought a shadow upon this once semi-peaceful nation as the fate of its very future now lie in the hands of Twilight, Discord, and my own host Justin Courtney as they try to find a way to get rid of me.

Little do they realize just how futile their efforts to do so are. The more they get closer to a solution, the more I start to take over Justin's mind. The darkness that lied in this very woman's mind has made me more violent than I ever could've been, and soon enough I won't just be just a simple voice in her head. I'll drive her mad until I finally become whole and then no one will be safe.

I will bring death upon anyone who gets in my way. I will kill anyone and everyone.

I am The Postal Filly, and I am more than just a minion of death, I AM the Angel of Death.