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When the Solar Monarchy was overthrown, the once mighty Princess Celestia was given two options: death at the hangman’s noose, or eternal exile from her home. Celestia, so long lived that she had forgotten the idea of mortality, and had come to dread it, hastily agreed to the latter.

She would soon come to regret her decision. Her magic and flight were plucked from her like feathers, her treasures and wealth dispensed amongst the rebellion’s leaders, her titles and connections were stripped bare and made utterly worthless.

And her new home? Wartorn, shellshocked Griffhelm, a land of political refugees, thieves, murderers, and all manner of scum and villainy. A city Celestia had ordered razed in a fit of peak following their collaboration with Tirek. A city whose people had come to view Celestia as a monster, a demon.

A city where she was now penniless, powerless, and forced to work the streets, subjecting herself to the mercy of that same criminal element, in order to survive. A city that knows who she is. A city she cannot escape.

Do you know where you are?

You’re in the JUNGLE, baby.

|| _*YOU’RE GONNA DIE. ||

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||When the Solar Monarchy was overthrown, the once mighty Princess Celestia was given two options: death at the hangman's noose, or eternal exile from her home. Celestia, so long lived that she had forgotten the idea of mortality, and had come to dread it, hastily agreed to the latter. 
 
She would soon come to regret her decision. Her magic and flight were plucked from her like feathers, her treasures and wealth dispensed amongst the rebellion's leaders, her titles and connections were stripped bare and made utterly worthless. 
 
And her new home? Wartorn, shellshocked Griffhelm, a land of political refugees, thieves,  murderers, and all manner of scum and villainy. A city Celestia had ordered razed in a fit of peak following their collaboration with Tirek. A city whose people had come to view Celestia as a monster, a demon. 
 
A city where she was now penniless, powerless, and forced to work the streets, subjecting herself to the mercy of that same criminal element, in order to survive. A city that knows who she is. A city she cannot escape.|| 
 
||Do you know where you are? 
 
You're in the *JUNGLE*, baby.|| 
 
|| _*[YOU'RE GONNA DIE.](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1tj2zJ2Wvg*_) ||

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