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"So, what's your story?" A pierced and tattooed Twilight asks lounging back into the deep blue love seat she lays across.

But it is not just the piercings and tattoos that make her different, but the multicolored dyes in her hair can still be seen by the occasional streaks of light against her form from outside sources. The room she resides in holds no lights but several of herselves, each looking drastically different from the other, breathes in the smoke that slowly fills it from several sources. Held just centimeters from her lips is a still lit fag contributing to the choking hazard environment.

"Well... there's not much to say. Guess I kind of snapped that one day. I guess in hindsight, laughing at their chalk outlines because they laughed at my drawing wasn't as funny to their parents as it was to me." She chuckles at her own little joke her cut and frayed mane and tail flicking a bit as she recomposes herself, "After that, I and Celestia had a talk with mom and dad and everypony thought it would be better if I had time to look after my mental health before I got the full brunt of the punishment. But being the fine mares we are, I'm sure you already know that didn't fly by too well."

"Yeah? Gonna assume they locked you preeeeeety tiiiiight. So how'd you break out!?" A white-maned Twilight asks rolling over to her barrel and cocking her head causing several cough drop sized candies to fall out of her mouth, "If it was me I'd probably just use the reanimated dead to destroy the school. Oh oh oh! I would've even sent the little kiddy ones after their parents like rawr rawr munch much crack screams ahhhhhhh!~"

The newest Twilight gives the Necromancer a wary glance, "W-Well, I don't have control of that sort of magic. I decided to grab my only friend and make a run for it. From there we lived a pretty happy and murderous lifestyle. Every so often we have to deal with night guards, day guards, and the goons that various other races send out to take care of me, but it's nice. Spike has grown pretty well and has found out the wonders of pony meat that all the other carnivores talk about!"

"So you didn't even get to meet the crew huh?" A neon green spike-haired Twilight asks as she pulls the empty bottle of brandy from her lips.

Said Twilight seems to have something wrong about her as a green aura seems to radiate off of her as well. Every so often it seems that the green aura seems to form something or move in a sort of erratic way.

"Oh, you mean like Rainbowdash and all the others? Noooo not really... I've had a few run-ins with a few of them, but they're rather brief moments of words and physical actions." She says twitching a bit at that.

"Cool. What's you kill count?" The tattooed one asks after another drag.

"Oh jeez. I want to say at least in the three hundreds now. Of course, not all of those are ponies. Griffons, Dragons, the weird Spider race in the applelousian range, the diamond dogs. Anything is fair game to me. And Spike"

"Would you ever kill another Twilight?" The necromancer asks rolling back over and popping several candies into her mouth.

"I uh... O-Of course! Whose better to kill me than me?" New Twilight states chuckling.

"Than go ahead and prove it." The tattooed one says using a hook to kick something from underneath the table in front of her to the forelegs of the newest one, "Open it up and see what's inside."

Twilight does so nervously and finds inside the black box a knife crusted and flakey from use, "Y-You want me to go kill somepony? E-Easy! Not like it would be anything new! I'll just- "

"Let me just go ahead and stop you. I'll be the one to give you a target. She'll be easy to find too." The tattooed one says finishing her stick and flicking the butt off to somewhere, "All you gotta do is. Is. Look. In. A. Mirror."

"W-W-Wait wait wait wait! Wha-"

"After all, you said it yourself. Who better to kill a Twilight then yourself. So do it or get out I don't care. Either way, I'm sure you can tell I don't want you here with your sob story. Do YOU honestly think I give two shits about being bullied and now I'm a killer story? I've seen a dime a dozen walk through those doors and through these halls. I want something good. Original," She moves from the couch to stand on her hooves, "And you bring me the same half-assed shit that every other deranged and grimdark Twilight brings in her. Boo hoo, no one likes me so let's kill everypony! Puh-Lease!"

The speaking mare flips the table out of the way causing it to crash and shatter against the rightmost wall away from the other Twilights who all seem to be smiling and staring at the frightened newcomer. Tattooed pauses on her advancement to pull the knife out of the book with her hoof. She gives it a look over before lunging forward and pressing the knife against the other Twilight's throat, forcing her back, and slamming her back into the door she had entered leaving both on their hind hooves.

"Now listen up filly. You're gonna leave and never come back. If you do, it better be with one hell of a murderous story or with killing intent. Because if it's not, I'll show you why the other Twilights are here. I might even let Bloodlight have some fun with you. Hell, the worse that could happen is Hazmat Twilight gets a hold of you. But because I know you're smart, since you're technically me and all that, you'll remember this little fact too."

Tattooed leans in closer before licking the frightened mare's neck to ear while lightly rubbing the knife across her throat, "Though~ You are pretty cute~ Perhaps I'll keep you around like a toy if you decided to stay or come back~"

Tattooed pulls back and drops down on all fours before walking back over to the couch and laying back down on her back, "Fuck. Now I won't be able to get comfortable again. If you're done pissing yourself over there, come over here and help me get comfortable."

The newcomer is nothing but a smoke cloud that disappears as the door shuts with a slam.

Tattooed snorts, "Pussy."

"I can support!" A Twilight happily shouts raising a purple hoof into the air causing the sleeve of her gown to fall back toward her chest and the cross betwinx her breasts to flop about as she hops up and down in the air excitedly.

A white coif sits on her head and her silvery hair is tied into a single braid down her back. Her style of dressing resembles that of a nun or a cleric with the addition of a hole for the tail she sprouts. The gown she wears has the symbol of the sun embordered into it on the front and back. She is very much so a Satyr making her stand out further in the crowd of ponies around her.

Far above the herd seems to be a large screen displaying team names, player names, classes, and starting locations. The one who had just spoken is added under the available list below the rest of the more broad topics on the screen. Her name seems to be Clergy Sparkle which makes it very clear on what her class should be.

Some statements begin to stir up along the lines of missing one's chance to grab the best one or going after the team that gets the best-damned support. Of course, this goes over her head as she happily trots through the crowd apologizing when bumping into some creature and plops herself down in the waiting area below the screen.

An earth pony Twilight wearing a green beret and covered in various different green and black paint comes up and looks Clergy Sparkle up and down. She snorts and holds out a hoof.

"I've been told to come to collect you. My name is Fltecherlight. I'm assuming you're Clergy Sparkle?"

"Sure am!" She exclaims happily standing, dropping to her knees, and shaking the offered hoof with her own.

"You know, you're really unlike any of the other Satyrs..." Fletcher says looking over the form of Clergy.

"Well. Where I'm from its more like a blessing than a curse despite what others believe. For my religion tell me that-"

"Yea yea that's nice and all, but I don't need you to start giving me a sermon about all of this." Fletcher says taking her hoof away, "We've got a game to win and bits to earn. As long as you do your part it should be smooth sai-"

Fletcher screams as her bow is snapped in half as she tumbles backward from the force of the magic just cast at her.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Where did our tank go!"

"He's already down!" Another pony Twilight yells rushing over clutching a greatsword in one hoof while looking about her, "She took a fatal blow from the other team as soon as they found an opening!"

"Shit! What happened to our healer!?"

"W-Well... she kind of uh... sent me over here to check on you while she handled business.."

"What! And you just let her go! I formulated a plan to-"

"Yeaaaaah. About that plan... Clergy said that a plan is good and all, but you shouldn't just assume what people are entirely good at." Greatsword Twilight says putting the sword into the ground and leaning against it while pulling stuff out of her pouch on her waist.

"She's support! All she needs to do is-"

An explosion causes the two to jump and look behind them. Above the canopy of trees, a glowing white Alicorn appears burning bright like the sun. The Alicorn spreads out her wings causing feathers of light to slowly come off of her before they proceed to turn into beams of light flying into the directions all her summoner sees as unholy, just, and her enemy. Screams of pain and fear can be heard from everywhere as the two battered Twilight watches as Clergy Twilight laughs with her arms raised up a top of the Alicorn.

"Yes! YES! Be bathed in purifying light! And let your sins be burned away! Sinners shall receive no mercy and will all be killed in the holy light so that the All-Mother may sort you out! Amen."