[center][b]Boreal Dusk[/b][/center]

Of course the yellow-black unicorn had to have the last laugh. Just when I thought I managed to get on his good side, out of no-where he trots up to me and begins accusing me of even more bullshit. Making all these accusations that he had no justifications on making only made him look like an even bigger chump, coupled with the fact that I didn't even know who he was. His mocking tone of voice while he addressed me and his constant grin only solidified the need for a vendetta against him, but that would have gone against my better judgement, I didn't need to stoop to his level.

Of course, he made his way to one of the carriages, obviously to make 'friends' with the Reaper that was near it. I should have guessed he was a non-combatant. He could dish it out, but he couldn't take it, what a ponce he was.

However, soon the two organizers made sure to give a speech giving everyone an understanding on what we would be up against. It caught my attention when they mentioned the more senior guards. I figured I should avoid Green Eye, as he probably wouldn't take too kindly to another marksman stealing his kills. That and his weird eye prosthetic was rather creepy.

Soon, their speech ended, and I made my way to the second carriage in the front, near the senior guard with the launcher, Steel Splinter. He probably wouldn't ask too many questions, at least, not to me. Looking back, I noticed many ponies I had seen the previous night. I just hoped they didn't remember me much.