It’s finally done

Speedrun, bitchessss!

Merry sat on one of the wagons, watching the scenery go by. It was nerve racking. She didn’t know what to expect. What if they immediately opened fire? What would they do if they’d defeated the Marching Colors? Would she die?

These thoughts echoed around her mind, like noise in a cave. Merry laid against a hay bale.

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Merry ran towards the pegasus, dropping her weapon and grabbing a first aid kit from a nearby rock. As she got close, however, a griffon yelled out. “Shrapnel bomb! Get ba—”

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If I posted this fic with the burning Pride flag as my cover art, and made the Marching Colors loose, I more than likely would’ve got more hate from the people who downvoted the one that’s currently up

And may I just say, if you’re that much of a hypocrite, your parents obviously did something wrong when raising you.

Round two bitches.