“There comes a time, Party Planner, when polkas cease to entertain. When cupcakes lose their sweetness. When the dance floor becomes a prison, and all that is left is a Princess’s love for her student.”
Between the time when the Ice swallowed Dream Valley and the unification of the Three Tribes under two Daughters of Faust, there was an age undreamed of. And unto this, Pinkie, destined to wear the jeweled crown of Everfree upon a troubled brow. It is I, her Chronicler, who alone can tell thee of her saga. Let me tell you of the days of high adventure!
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your current filter.Aside from that, nice work. You made me smile.