Discord, I'm howlin' at the moon
And sleepin' in the middle of a summer afternoon
Discord, whatever did we do
To make you take our world away?
Discord, are we your prey alone,
Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?
Discord, we won't take it anymore
So take your tyranny away!
Oh how I love that song. That Eurobeat Pony really knew his stuff when he was writing it. It's a shame he was so boring afterwards. Still, nothing that a herd of angry giant spiders can't do to liven it up.
I suppose I should introduce myself to you, oh dear listener. It is I, Discord. Master of Chaos and Mayhem. Freed from his banishment, free to do whatever I please. Nothing can stand against the majesty that is me.
Well, except the Elements of Harmony, but between you and me I don't think that's going to be that much of a problem any more. Not after I, you know, defeated and humiliated them in a way that proves my majesty.
It sure beats what I use to do. There are people out there that have no concept of fun in their bodies.
But here we go again. Six ponies coming together in the hopes of bringing me down. Well, I suppose one of them is a stallion. Though that wouldn't be all that difficult to change...
Nah, I'll leave him as it is. It's funnier to see him stand so out of place amongst the rest.
But don't they just look adorable, facing me right now. Thinking that just by wearing those little trinkets they'll be able to match against me. I think I'll throw a dragon or two in their way, liven things up.
My my, it seems like the little ponies (and the stallion) have survived. That's good, it saves me the effort of bringing them back. I wonder what else I can throw at them.
Well that was fun. For a little bit. A few monsters, a few disasters, a test against each of their supposed strengths. The usual stuff that all heroes have to face.
I bet why you're wondering why I'm doing this. That all this is just going to be my downfall, that I'm going to get overconfident and let them win. Well can you keep a secret? Come close now.
I no longer care.
I grow weary of causing chaos. I know, it's all I live for. But it's grown so dull. I've done everything I could to this world. I've run out goof ideas. I don't know what's funny any more. I need a break.
But that doesn't mean I'm just gonna let them win. Oh no. They have to earn it. An all-powerful being like me won't go down lightly. But they may win. They may.
It's hard having to bring in eternal chaos. It's really difficult. There's only so much one can do before I run out of ideas, before I run out of ponies. Sure I can easily bring them back, but it's not the same. There's only so much I can do.
Still, it was exciting to come back, I will admit that. To see all this new stuff at my disposal. New concepts, new ideas. New ways of having fun. Did you know that chocolate milk wasn't invented when I first got put away. Can you believe it? It was so dull back in the early days. Switch off gravity here, reverse time there, warp the very fabric of space/time. Sure it was fun and all bringing the dead back as zombies, but it got old fast.
You know, I think a rest will do me good. A nice, relaxing rest where I can recharge my creative batteries so I can come forth with a new burst of energy. Let them forget about me a bit. Maybe even put things back to normal.
But not just yet. I want to see what these newbies try to do. Wouldn't it be funny if they seemed to defeat me. That would really make Celestia's prize pupil cringe. Oh the woe that would put her in. That alone would almost be enough.
I suppose if I let them win the ponies should all turn back to normal... nah, I think I'll keep them as they are. Their new personalities. They can spread some of the chaos for me.
So it's settled. I let them defeat me, spend a few centuries relaxing and plotting what to do next, then burst forth and do the whole thing again. Oh this is gonna be so much fun, I can't wait.
You don't really think the Elements of Harmony can stop an all-powerful being like me, do you? That's just silly. As if I was in any real danger. Far better to let them think they've won instead.
It'll be all the more sweeter when I come back.