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Assassination of Pinkie Pie

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THIS IS FUCKING STUPID. I wanted to do a TL;DR comic of "The Assassination of Jesse James" with MF'n ponies (because I have an unhealthy obssession with both), but I dunno if I wanna continue. It seemed like a good idea in my head. I experimented with different methods to more efficiently half-ass everything, so hence the inconsistancy. I only used one reference for Pinkie from the beginning of 'Griffin The Brushoff' in panel 9, which is prolly why it's the only drawing that looks like her and I guess I never really looked at her cutey mark closely, because the balloon strings are supposed to be curved inward :|

I had a few pages up to the train robbery scene (very crudely) sketched out, and part of the stage play scene.

*OVERTHINKING THE CAST*

The James Gang and friends:
Pinkie Pie - Jesse James
Fluttershy - Bob Ford
Twilight - Charlie Ford
AppleJack - Dick Liddel
RainbowDash - Wood Hite
Derpy - Ed
Rarity - Jesse James' wife ('cause she didn't seem like the cowboy type)
G&P Trixie - Frank James
Spike - Other Ford brother
Angel (or maybe Cherilee) - Hideout owner/Ford sister
Scootaloo - Ford cousin (For Scootabuse Justice!)
MY GODDAMN OC - Jim Cummins

Petty thieves, country rubes, and miscellaneous scoundrels:
Big Mac, Snips, Snails, Hayseed - The other train robbers
Octavia - Wood Hite's irresistable stepmother
Sherrif - Sherrif
Bloomberg - Random dead tree
Mayor - Governer
Lyra - Minstrel
Dewdrop Dazzle - Local harlot/Bob Ford's love interest
Gilda - O'kelly "The Man who killed the man who killed Jesse James"
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There would be no eulogies for Fluttershy, no photographs of her body would be sold in sundries stores, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to see her funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about her, no children named after her, no one would ever pay twenty-five Bits to stand in the rooms she grew up in. The shotgun would ignite, and Dewdrop Dazzle would scream, but Fluttershy would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of her eyes before she could find the right words.