A snake writhed through the grass. Sensing something in the air, its tongue flitted out and was still. It heard a twig snap and thus dashed around. Unbeknownst to it, a Stalker slinked through the shadows, trailing it. This was not a creepy follower,  collecting your dead skin to make presents for you, but one of the shadow world. Mind-forger Graaehkinhaek transfixed the snake with its single, giant eye. The fearful serpent was paralyzed in terror, as its essence was absorbed by Graaehkinhaek. It now had enough power for another hop. If it was lucky, it could get back to the Demon Halls, or possibly even the home world.

Graaehkinkaek was a stalker, summoned to guard the halls of Daemonheim, along with the rest of its kin. He posessed

similar powers to that of Harr'lakk the Riftsplitter, binding universal powers to his will and manipulating it to bend and break. Through these gaps in the vibrant powers, one could bind an opening for short periods of time.

It closed its great eye, concentrating. In a flash of blinding light, a rift opened up in front of it. The rift pulsated with energy, thin tendrils of light and power undulating about. The tendrils were interesting hues of purple and red, with bands of black running up and down the length. Gradually growing larger, they wrapped around Graaehkinhaek and tightened. The squeezing ropes of magic pulled Graaehkinhaek into the portal, then everything disappeared in a blast of fire, scorching the surrounding grass.

"Agent 8472 come in. Come in Agent 8472." Twilight groaned and rolled over.

"Derpy? Is that you?" rasped the lavender unicorn.

"This is Commander Derpy. We have a lost officer on this plane. He is currently in the Everfree forest. This is near your position, correct?"

"Affirmative."

"One agent has already made contact. A certain 'Great and Powerful Trixie'? Are you acquainted?"

Twilight and The Great and Powerful Trixie for known to each other. In fact, they had recently exchanged intel over the lost officer, when The Great and Powerful Trixie had passed through town. "Again Affirmative. Will take immediate action." Cutting the communications link, The Discreet and Average-powered Twilight Sparkle stood up next to her bed.

Spike rolled over in his sleep. "Five more minutes mmmm bleh schooballdo boobadoob areyouevenreadingthis (This is an approximation)." murmured the young dragon unintelligibly.

Twilight troted over to her mirror and started telekinetically brushing her mane. Soon, however, she stopped by a loud crash as a certain rinbow-haired sky blue winged pony flew through the window. Shaking off shards of broken glass, the pegasus approached Twilight.

"Who were ya talking to, huh? Who's agent 8472? Are you a SPYYY? What is Derpy the commander of? Who in there right mind would make Derpy a commander of anything? What the hay were you doing?"

Hastily, Twilight magically knocked out Rainbow Dash and laid here on the bed. Twilight carefully positioned herself above her and lowered her horn. She extracted a few recent memories and destroyed them. Settling Rainbow Dash back in her cloud house, Twilight left the Library and headed towards Fluttershy's cottage.

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADORS CHICKEN CALLERS!!!! YAY!!!!!" a huge chorus of cries rang out across town, startling Twilight. "SCOOTALOO! SCOO-SCOOTALOO!"

"Ha ha, very funny. Now let's actually find Fluttershy's chickens. It could have wandered into the forest!" called out Scootaloo. "FLuttershy said then she'd let us in!"

QUEST GET:

FIND FLUTTERSHY'S MISSING CHIC-.

"Who are you? How are you talking like that?"

INTERFACE. INTERRUPT, DON'T. THE.

FIND FLUTTERSHY'S MISSING CHICKENS.

REWARD: ACCES TO FLUTTERSHY'S COTTAGE.

YEAR 3100, THIRD AGE.

BATTLE OF ANNARKAL, FORINTHRY, GEILINOR

The battle raged. Skilled rangers shot their ammo with deadly accuracy; mages threw their battle-magic, spells bursting everywhere. Saradomin's forces controlled the grand city. Zamorak the Usurper seeked to destroy the last remnants of his former leader's great empire. In front of the gates, Commander Zilyana rested, weary from the massacre. She sighted a cruel demon, huge and monstrous, weilding dual swords. His scimitars were spiked and lustrous, its malicious curves spoke death to all who saw. His head and limbs were sheathed in metal, protecting them from attack. Two horns curved out of its skull, sharp enough to threaten mutilation and murder. It had great, ribbed wings, all red and black of Zamorak. This was General K'ril Tsutsaroth, summoned to service to Great God of Chaos, by Bilrach, another lesser Mahjarrat, kin of Zamorak.

Swinging his mighty blades, Zilyana ducked and weaved, evading the swings of doom. Finally,  Tsutsaroth leaped with a mighty roar, slamming down his twin spiked scimitars. She blocked with her own sword, resisting the huge overbearing weight. However, the evil demon was stronger, and threw Zilyana to the ground (no she did not get raped, don't even ask. The Kal'Ger do not like Icyene.). Bloody and dying, she did not move. Believing her finished, K'ril left the wounded angel to finish the fight.

DATE UNKNOWN

THE DIVINE REALMS

Annarkal should have been mine.

I claimed it by strength of arms.

It was my inheritance, mine by right.

OF COURSE, USURPER.

How did you get here?

There are those who would still be loyal to me of Geilinor.

Of Geilinor? That violates the Edicts. And who are you?

I AM (Answer Redacted because He-who-must-not-be-named/You-don't-know-who as you are probably thinking of somepony else.

I know not of you.

But I do. I know of your Edicts not what they are, and we do not acquaint, so I believe I am exempt.

Chekhov and Co. traveled through the forest. Heading towards the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters, they had found an old worn path. To one side, dense jungle lay, all manner of trees and bush and wildlife. The plants were a sickly green colour, occasionally lashing out at an unwary passerby. All sorts of venomous animals lay in wait, such as the large rabid bear in the distance attacking a town. Suddenly, DUNADUNADUNADUN DUN DUN DUUUUN.

The party has  randomly encountered a random encounter, totally at random! A wild Zebra Maegi has appeared!

Zebra Maegi -> Skill -> Evil Dance!

"Now I leap up and do a dance, for I wear not any pants. Surely I appear a fool, perhaps I will just sit on the stool"

It's super effective!

Zebra Maegi -> Item -> Stool

"SHIT what do we do?" exclaimed Jon. "She's a fucking evil enchantress! She does evil dances! I bet that if we looked into her eyes, we'd fall into trances!"

"I got this," reassured Chekhov. "I've got my gun. And my name is Chekhov. It's fucking Chekhov's gun." He reared up, grabbing the firearm (leg? hoof?). Yabking back the trigger, the bullet exploded from the muzzle and flew towards the Evil-brewing Zebra. However, she dextriously flipped up her stool just in time, repelling the shot back towards Chekhov.

CRITICAL MISS!

"I speak but in rhyme, it seems that I have won this time. I suggest you put down your wep's, so we can agree on what to do next."

ZEBRA MAEGI ZECORA HAS JOIN-

"How is that strange way you speak, of its origin may I have a pe-"

EVERY GODDAMN TIME. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

"Of your language I do not approve, how can we improve your mo-"

"Hey. Can I get a ticket to Cloudsdale?" spoke somehow the dish of pie.

"Hwuh? Who said that?" frantically squeaked the sleepy ticket master, anxiously looking around.

"I did."

"What? Where? What manner of sorcery is this?" The Ticket Master, aptly named so because he was the master of tickets, looked about again. He saw only different an empty selection of flatware, a trash can, and fourteen ducklings running in a circle next to a sign announcing "Operation Duckling loop: Success".

"ME!"

"Gah, I need to stop drinking on the job." The Ticket Master lied back down, pulling his cap over his eyes. He turned on the automatic dispenser, of the model Ticket Master v. 1.3.

The Dish of containing pie, now devoid of contents, hopped out of the dishery pile towards the glowing terminal. It displayed a clear message.

"FOUR BITS A TICKET"

QUEST GET: FIND FOUR BI-

"How are you talking?"

THE SAME MAY BE ASKED OF YOU, PUNY MORTAL. NOW, EXCUSE ME AS I RANTCELESTIA RAPE YOU WITH THE BURNING SUN! YOU FUCKING GODDAMN SHITFUCKERY DOUCHEBAG WHORE ASSRABBIT CUMSUCKER WESTBORO-BAPTIST-CHURCH-LOVER JUSTIN-BIEBER-LIKER CAMEL'S CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!

*AHEM* QUEST GET: FIND FOUR BITS.

Enobby Dirk'NES DemenCRAZYtia Crow Path walked through the blazing city. As a goffik servant of zaMoreack, dat big prep, her essence of being was constantly shifting. Many would recognize her/he/it/other from one thing or another. Too bad she/he/it/other just got beheaded by a rabid gecko with an axe with shards of broken glass glued to it. Said rabid rabbit then pranced through grove, picking apples from the tall, spotted palm trees. However, the slenderbunnies took his bananas. After drinking the potatos, the slenderponies then lobbed off the rabid gecko's head and gleefully sauntered off into the desert. Said dessert was made of pizza and nasty tacos. The burritos were full of katydids, spiders, and Grade-Q substitute vegan animal carcass protein matter.

DisQord gazed upon his works and smiled. The constant state of change was comforting Soon he could return to the Forinthry Wasteland and reclaim his seat as Zamorak's Hand of Chaos, back from that Chaos Elemental. Gruesome thing, made of flailing tentacles and red mist, shooting green jizz at passerby attempting entrance to the Rogue's Castle. One day the throne would be his again.