[Forward dated a few hours to right before sunrise. Because I probably won't be awake in three hours.
The feed opens to Luna, setting on a bench in the middle of Cherrygrove. Her face is to the sky, frowning. If one listens carefully, you might hear some mutterings to the effect of star placement inaccuracies and timings of the sun and moon. ( Read more... )

[The feed opens to a fair skinned, midnight blue haired woman. She has bags under her eyes and she looks royally pissed off, in every single meaning of the word.]

CITIZENS OF EQUESTRIA! TIS THY PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT! IT HAS COME TO OUR ATTENTION THAT CHAOS HAS ONCE MORE TAKEN RULE OVER THY LANDS! NO LONGER TIS THE LAND OF EQUESTRIA, BUT INSTEAD THE ( Read more... )