Discord snarled at the red stallion. “And how would you know?!”
The stallion glared back. “Ah know what a day under yah was like, don’t need tah be there tah guess how bad a thousand years were like,” he said, not raising his voice, but showing clear anger.
Discord gave a growl. “Oh sorry, I didn’t know you were an over three thousand year old god who was there to judge my actions.”
“The stained glass window at the castle shows yah holdin’ ponies over flames on puppet strings and the Princesses saw it fit tah turn yah tah stone. And they ARE gods like yah, ain’t they? Ah figure they got a right tah judge yah if that’s the case. Luna seems tah think ponies were right tah judge Nightmare Moon, so personally, Ah don’t think bein’ a god means yah can use that as an excuse.”
“That was…that…well I didn’t kill anypony!” Discord replied, though that statement clearly rattled him. “And I don’t turn ponies into stone! Do you have any idea what that’s like?! To spend THREE THOUSAND YEARS as a stone statue?!”
Big Mac lowered a glare. “Ah don’t, but do yah know what havin’ one of the most important parts of yah used tah break your heart and make yah somethin’ yah ain’t? AJ does. So do her friends. How about havin’ yer mind put in the body of a dog? Or bein’ turned into a zombie? Or havin’ yer baby girl turned inta a muffin?…No, of course yah don’t, doin’ that’s yer idea of fun, ain’t it? Let meh ask yah this; can yah name ONE time durin’ that reign of yers yah cared what happened tah someone that wasn’t you?”
“Well…There was…Oh what about…I…” Discord just stopped, looking away. He wanted to say ‘why should I?’ but…something kept stopping him. Something relatively recent.
“And Ah don’t know much about your brother, but Ah know one thin’; if Ah ever became half the monster yah are, Ah’d WANT AJ tah stop meh,” Big Macintosh stated decisively. “And Princess Luna THANKED Applejack and her friends fer stoppin’ her. Ah bet she thanked her sister too.”
Discord looked back at Big Mac and opened his mouth to say something…then just turned around and looked forwards.
“Can’t just brainwash somepony that outtalks yah anymore now, can yah?” Big Mac asked, then grabbed one last basket of apples and loaded them. “…Now get movin’, we’re burning daylight.”
(OOC: Discord Owned Count: 11
I’m going to get this out of the way now; personally, I don’t view ‘I’m a god, that’s why’ as a proper explanation, I don’t think Discord can use that argument. And I don’t feel being the Spirit of Chaos justifies anything he did.
Big Mac’s had a long time to think over what he’d say to Discord if he got the chance.
Sorry for the delays recently, real life has been getting in the way.
For reference, fire in our world was believed to have been discovered about 400,000 to 790,000 years ago, so yeah, Discord’s pretty old.)