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// RIP.  
// Story: Rarity the armaggeddeon 
// by mehperson 
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                                                                                        Here lies the fourth wall

It was useless. Basically. The killers were the Author and her nemisis, Pinkie. They killed it by talking. Ironic, I know. But hey, it WAS the Author's fault. She set it on fire.
Not!
Shut up
Why are we still fighting?
I have no idea
This is a grave stone
I KNOW
Then why are we talking and how am I alive?
I have no idea for the first question and I have power and I brought you back.
Let us continue.
It was an amazing friend. We ate cupcakes by the fire. Made by Pinkie. They were amazing. Let us mourn. *teardrop* I wish we had more barbecues. I was going to propose to it. I loved it the moment I saw it. Marry me in the afterlife. I have a ring. I need money.

Here lies Twilight
I mocked her. She was sexy. She was amazing. Pole dancer. She was the embodiment of something. She was amazing, anyway. I need pencils. I wanted to tell her that she was adopted by her parents. She was too sexy to be told. She was brilliant until she went insane going about Rarity being the armaggeddeon. Yes, the legend was a lie. Rarity was actually always evil. Just kidding. BE BRILLIANT. The legacy was really a lie ,though. She loved it so much that she wanted to marry it. BUT DID NOT LET HER. Rest in Peace. I STILL DO NOT LET YOU MARRY THE LEGACY EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE DEAD.

Here lies Rarity
Kiss me. Spike wanted me to say that to you. I am random. The last thing she saw before she did was Twilight's ass. It was then she realised that she was sexy. Rarity was a maniac. LOVE SPIKE FOR ME.