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My god
The vicious tyrant, who once invaded most of Neighrope, the fearsome leader of the wicked empire, had only two options – either to wait till she will be arrested and sentenced to death for her crimes against ponykind, or to end her life right now.
Her empire fell apart. Her once formidable army was defeated completely. Five and a half years ago she started this devastating war in order to take over the world. Her dream was to create a global empire in which alicorns will dominate above everything, while other pony races will be either enslaved or exterminated. Especially she detested the pegasi. She fanatically believed that the pegasi was an inferior race, and thus should be exterminated. Under her orders millions of pegasi were exterminated wherever her army took step, and wherever her nefarious reign arrived. She cherished the idea of alicorns being the master race, and never hesitated to destroy anyone who opposed her idea, or even expressed any skepticism about it.
But now it was all over. Once she invaded numerous countries, enslaving and exterminating local population. But now she was the one who felt the taste of being invaded. Her adversaries were everywhere, and her army was almost completely destroyed. Ponies with red stars on their helmets and with guns and tanks were rapidly advancing from the East for the last many months. And from the West came other armies of ponies, with salad bowl-shaped helmets, decorated with images of crowns, lions and a blue-white-red roundel. As well as brutal ponies from the West, far behind the ocean, with white stars on their helmets, who also had formidable flying fortresses, which were dropping thousands of bombs. And all these armies were united, destroying the last remnants of her once formidable armed forces. They were just a few city blocks away from here. And she was sitting here, deep underground in her bunker, realizing that her dreams of world domination were shattered.
It was just a matter of time, till the last platoon, still somehow loyal to her, will surrender. It was just a matter of time, when she will face retribution for the numerous atrocities she committed. Atrocities, committed in the name of her dream of world domination. How she went all the way to start fulfilling this nefarious dream? Once she was a pitiful rejected painter, living in misery. But things changed dramatically, when she entered politics and presented her idea of alicorn supremacy. Her vibrant, emotional speeches, her constantly growing army of supporters, everything was now here with her, to present her to the world not as a sore loser, but as a devious politician, who won’t stop at anything to fulfill her goals.
Alicorn supremacy. The main pillar of her wicked ideology. She presented her speeches in front of her numerous supporters, all of them being alicorns. Or not? They welcomed her by raising their left hoof in the air. They were marching in front of her, pointing their horns upwards. But weren’t at least half of them having fake wings? Or even fake horns? Especially that shorty named Garbles. He was an actual pegasus! And he had a fake plastic horn on his forehead! Why didn’t she notice that? Or maybe she just never had a need to notice that? That her entire ideology was plain bogus? But she got used to live in constant self-deception. Her entire life as a tyrant, was one big lie. She was lying to her subjects that she will bring them prosperity and stability. She was lying to them that pegasi, earth ponies and the unicorns were to blame for all their misfortunes. She was lying to the leaders of other countries that she has no intentions to attack them. And most of all – she was lying to herself.
As she started this infernal war, the amount of lies tripled. She was lying to her generals that their adversaries are weak. She was lying to her subjects about present and future victories. And Garbles, one of her closest lackeys, was forging newsreels, presenting the stories of success on the frontlines to the public. And while the initial success was indisputable, quite soon luck turned away from her. She was losing one battle after another. Setbacks were becoming more and more frequent, and eventually the tide of war was turned backwards, when she lost most of her army in the battle of Starscoutgrad. Her army, once advancing year after year, was now in retreat. Her war machine was choking in desperate attempts to produce more guns and tanks. Losses were catastrophic. She wanted to know what went wrong. She studied the lives of some of her predecessors, who were also trying to take over the world, such as Nacozyon Glowaparte, Chrysalis Khan, Tirek the Hunn and Alexsombra theGreat. And she eventually came to a conclusion, that as centuries go by, all attempts to take over the world will be less and less succesful. If Alexsombra the Great managed to create a large empire out of all the lands he conquered, the most recent case with Nacozyon Glowaparte was a laughing stock. This little shorty with huge ambitions ended up being defeated without even conquering half of the area Alexsombra the Great conquered during his reign. And after her first defeat she returned, but ended up being defeated again, and was never heard of again.
Conquering the entire world is something that is set to fail from the very beginning.
As the war was coming to an end, her former allies were being defeated, or, in some cases, even turned away from her. She was especially angry with Queen Misty of Trotmania, who switched sides in this war, and abandoned her in favor of Stalin Starscout, an adversary she particularly feared and hated. She was so mad, when she discovered that, she chewed numerous holes in her favorite carpet. That Queen Misty, who got intoxicated with these foul ideas of friendship and equality, presented to her by Stalin Starscout, arrested the prime minister, and turned against her former ally. Or was Misty truly her ally? Yes, she was blackmailing and threatening her. Yes, she used Misty’s subjects as gun fodder. Yes, she belittled Misty, and basically turned her into an obedient puppet. But now she broke free.
The final battle was coming to an end. She took a cyanide pill, just before she took the gun. There was no way back. She is a monster in the eyes of ponykind. Nopony would try to save her. Everypony hated her for the war she started, for her atrocities, for the millions of innocent lives she destroyed. A few weeks back, when she discovered that some of her generals managed to flee to Maregentina, she also considered such an option. But it was too late. Her adversaries were now dominant in the air. Any aircraft she will board will be destroyed within minutes. Numerous aircrafts with blue-white-red roundels, red stars, and white stars on blue background with white and red stripes, were everywhere, brining retribution, and putting an end to the last remnants of her army. And apart from the aircrafts, there was also the air infantry. Thousands of pegasi were flying, wielding machine guns. And all of them wanted her blood to spill. All of them wanted retribution for the deaths of their parents, siblings and children. When the numerous concentration camps were liberated, the true scale of her atrocities became public. Millions of innocent pegasi were being exterminated on her orders, as she believed that pegasi are the inferior race, and they must be eliminated to make way for the master race of alicorns.
She realized perfectly well, that it was better for her not to see the light of tomorrow. Just a few steps from her laid the body of Evan Brown, her husband. He decided to go first, as he didn’t want to see the death of his nefarious, but beloved wife. Ironically enough, they just officially married yesterday, despite being life partners for more than a decade. They did it just to legitimately die as a married couple. And now it was her turn. She decided that it would be better for her to die in such a way, rather to be tried and executed as a war criminal. Millions of lives were being lost each year during the war, most of them being innocent civilians. And as she looked into the barrel of the gun, her entire life flashed before her eyes. How her parents wanted her to become a civil servant, an idea that disgusted her. She never wanted to become some boring pen-pusher. She had much more vivid ambitions. She wanted to become a painter. And she practiced any time she had a spare minute or two. But her dreams were shattered for the first time back then. She failed the entrance exam to the Canterlot Academy of Fine Arts. And the fabulous world of high art slammed its doors in front of her face.
But what if things would go on a different path? What if she would have been accepted to the academy? And instead of being a rejected artist, who eventually went down the slippery slope of far-right politics she would have become a renowned artist, selling each of her paintings for the price of an aircraft? Sadly enough, it was too late for daydreaming. No matter what, Stalin Starscout and Zippston Churchill, her main adversaries, will be celebrating their victory very soon. And as for Opadolf, the most evil pony who ever existed, it was the end.
The dark, sorrowful end.
She needs hugs =<
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