Royals watch Text-To-Speech.

Royals watch Text-To-Speech. Part 5. delving into the barrel of incompetence.

We find ourselves back in the mind fuckery that is known as the warp, where we find our group of ladies sitting in front of the tv, thankfully without the company of that accursed song that we left them with.

"I say we just get started with the next episode," muttered out Twilight said in annoyance, getting ether grumbles or nods of-of agreement.

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INTRO

It shows a ancient map of an strange world, people dancing around a fire and a totem pole, a number of small light points merging into one big one, a human woman holding up a small child as the sun sets, a handsome warrior dressed in beautiful golden armor facing off against another warrior in thick black armor, a third figure that looks like an angel lays broken on the floor, an eight-pointed star that radiates pure evil, a skeleton sitting on a golden throne, an elderly man on a walking throne, a green beast dressed in crudely made armor with a massive claw for it's left hand, a dark figure shrouded in darkness, a trio of half-naked muscular men alone with two in armor, one golden and one yellow looking up at the skeleton on the golden throne, as an unknown number of voices chant!

Voices: WE ARE THE GODS OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER. WE ARE THE SOLDIERS, THE LEGION OF LIGHT. WE ARE THE CENTER, THE DEATH OF THE SUN. FIRE AND FLAME, WE ARE ONE!

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Episode 3
*Scene starts with Emperor being disappointed at the Custodian*

"It's like seeing a kid about to get his punishment from his dad," Sunset said with a small chuckle.

Emperor: REALLY?

Custodian: Y-yes my lord.

Emperor: THIS HAPPENED.

"What happened?" Twilight asked. Already dreading the answer.

Custodian: On behalf of all mankind I am really sorry my lord. I truly am. Reeaally sorry.

"What could they of done that could have warranted an apology like that," Celestia wondered. Especially after the last episode when the custodian pretty much bragged about a bunch of weird things that the Empire of mankind did in the name of their emperor.

"Whatever it is, dear sister I'm sure it's about to leave us with a headache," muttered Luna.

Emperor: YOU LET ONE OF THOSE NUTTY CULTS GAIN A HOLD ON MANKIND, AND GROW TO BECOME A...STATE RELIGION...OF THE IMPERIUM.... BECOMING THIS FUCKING ECCLESIARCH...AND THEN... PEOPLE START TO CUT THEIR OWN FUCKING SPLEEN OUT, WAVING IT AROUND AND THROWING IT AT PEOPLE. ALL IN A POOL OF THEIR OWN JIZZ AND BLOOD, TO PROFESS THEIR LOVE FOR ME.

"Well, that was... graphic," muttered Cadance, a little green face after that little rant the emperor gave out

Custodian: I'm REALLY sorry.

"I don't think that's going to cut it," Twilight said while shaking her head.

"Though now I think about It, the way he's acting kind of reminds me of you Twilight when you think you're in trouble with me," Celestia said offhandedly. Getting an embarrassment squeak from said Pony.

Emperor: AND THEN... YOU LET SOME POWER-HUNGRY MOTHERFUCKING BUREAUCRAT BECOME THE MASTER OF BOTH THE ADMINISTRATUM AND THAT OVERLY DOMINANT ECCLESIARCHY GROXSHIT. EFFECTIVELY CONTROLLING ALL OUR HOT LEATHERY ASSASSINS FROM THE OFFICIO ASSASSINORUM. AND ALL ASSHOLE PSYKERS IN THE ADEPTUS ASTRA TELEPATHICA....OH, AND ALSO OUR FLASHLIGHT GUYS AS WELL.