Skygunner

I don't believe you. I literally don't believe any comic book store would refuse/insult their customers. There's either more to this story, or it's fabricated Sources - Being a comic and game store rat all my life.

She's not a villan anymore. Did you not see her get utterly trounced by a magical rainbow bomb? If anything she'll get a little cameo doing something wierd, and that's about it.

One day, long ago in the distant lands of "the allyway behind my apartment" I met a magical fairy pony. It was small with little antnna and giant arse butterfly wings. She told me I was herdtouched, and destined to join up with the ranks of brony. From then on we set out on a magical jounry the likes of which I've never seen nor will likely see again. First, stopping by at the "dumpster of truth" to deposit the refuse I was carrying, not just the remians of my KFC big bucket, but also my previous mortal coils, such regular humanity was no longer fiting of a herd so everything no longer needed went into the dumpster. Frank, my garbage man, was probably really suprised that morning when he came to get the garbage, because he was hit by a bus. But, had he looked in the dumpster, he probably would have been suprised there too...but not nearly as suprised as the whole bus thing. We journied for a long time, or a short time, or maybe it was a long time, but possibly a short time, out and around to the wilds of the city, getting all the way to "Target", once there, my finances wre utilized in the conversion process. A red shine on my cheeks, money out of my wallet and I left that store a full fledged "Brony"