Worst Wizard

I would propose a counter offer. If she made me a Unicorn, I would devote my time and research to the extermination of ALL WASPS. DAMN WASPS, WHY DO YOU EVEN EXIST!?

The scavenger that now roamed the tomb of a once great civilisation had prepared for this venture. It had been hypothesised by many, and proven by a few that the Ascended Arcana had shattered the natural balance of Magic around the Canterlot area. Stories of inexplicable events, ghostly apparitions and magical constants malfunctioning as if reality itself despised their formations. Thus Binary had taken it upon himself to re-study the art of counter spells long before he returned. The soft, cobalt, eldritch light that emanated from his grey horn attempted to force order and stability on the raw arcane power that irradiated through the ruins. He would never clear this place of those terrible fluctuations, but at the very least it could prove to ward off some unwanted phenomena. This safety measure failed to soothe his paranoia, however, and the invasive sensation proved more of a shock than a real surprise. His nerves were as ice as the unnatural feelings stirred through and around the room, forcing a temporary pause to regain his usually calm and collected nature. It would have been unwise to pursue such a thing, for its origin was almost entirely unknown. Certain Magics had been known to provoke such stimulations, many of which Aphelion could recount as his mind tried to rationalize the situation, knowing full well that pure inductive reason could not truly paint an accurate picture in such a destabilized and warped environment. The hallway called to Binary's thirst, even as its existence perplexed him. It was no surprise that the Alicorns and Unicorns of Equestria had attempted to hide knowledge from the masses, especially given the potentially volatile and dangerous nature of Arcana in the hands of an otherwise immature mind. Why any would hide such information so close to the grand library was beyond him, perhaps they wished to hide it in plain sight, or perhaps it was merely a decoy used long ago, offering empty promises of the forbidden and secret? As one would threat a needle, the Unicorn uttered a self-manipulative trigger phrase as his horn's luminescence ascended to an intensity of almost triple. The strands of a Telekinetic grip would try to enforce movement upon nearby stones, empty bookshelves, whatever he could grasp without risking Magical destabilization. He would block off this entrance for now, ensuring that very few would ever notice or care to enter that hallway before he. The Star Swirl exhibit was not new to him, and most of the information there would already be stored within his memory. However, this knowledge would greatly benefit those without it back in the Solar Empire. Sunstroke would likely appreciate the gesture, and the people would no longer suffer ignorance in this particular field. Once the material he deemed most valuable was secure within pouches, the investigation of the hallway would commence.

The cloaked Unicorn stalked the ruined, warped halls that once made up the glorious city. His grey horn glowing with a feint arcane energy, the figure desperately searched through the rubble that he had called home years earlier. It had come as no surprise when Canterlot became a battle ground of sorts, but the so-called "Megaspells," were an evil nobody knew the Princesses were capable of. Truly, this place was a testament to the raw power that the citizens of Equestria had been living alongside since time immemorial, merely lacking the will for destruction until now. The loss of life and utter annihilation of any Magical stability had proven enough to drive most away, many unable to withstand, let alone comprehend the scope of suffering present in but those few moments. Now the grim reminder of Magic's potential dangers lingered throughout the halls and ruined buildings, ghosts and reflections of those short dark times cascading through reality, twisting, morphing and groaning as nature was transmuted by the raw arcane essence. It was not without reason that Binary had returned to Canterlot, for there were things once found here that could prove essential in restoring order to the world. The libraries of Canterlot were perhaps the greatest repository of magical knowledge, both forbidden and no, that Equestria ever seen. The risks of death or corruption at the hands of the remnants of those terrible rites were worth the recovery of anything that might have survived, and so Aphelion continued onwards. Wizened eyes scanned the former city around him, his retention allowing an estimation of the Royal Archive's ruins. The remains of books, constructs and ponies scattered across the ground, some twisted or broken further by the raw Magic that stirred within this accursed place. Perhaps he would find something here, something that could put an end to this madness... Whatever he found, he would hide. There was not enough time to read through such invaluable knowledge now, and Celestia would surely grow impatient with his absence. Binary did not approve of the war, nor did he approve of each Princess's respective new natures, however one could not truly survive in today's world without the favour of an Alicorn. Seeing more redeeming qualities in the newly named "Sunstroke," than the infamous legend of Nightmare, he had carefully feigned loyalty ever since the war began and would continue to do so until her favour was no longer required.

Depending on your definition of leader, it becomes rather difficult for such an individual to actually accomplish much compared to the followers personally. One who bears both an acceptable level of skill in the field and the charismatic power to enforce a decision would fit the leader role perfectly, I would instead prefer to apply my expertise in full to the subject at hand. For these reasons, I would prefer to follow, though a community in which the leader is simply enforcing his or her own decisions (rather than the better suggestions of the group) is likely going to fall short anyway .

Great, now we need metamorphosis Magic more than ever, thanks Pinkie, look at what you've made us do!

The phenomenon is clearly something that has happened, to a degree, but I urge everyone to remember that in today's world problems can be falsely escalated by the media, misunderstandings and general problems that have arrived since the birth of hyper-fast global communication. Chances are there's quite a few sources for whatever's happening, who knows, it could've began with just a few isolated (but explainable) instances, only for people to get scared and give it attention. Once something that scares people that much gets out, there will be people all over the world trying to falsely replicate the phenomenon, in order to give the story (and potentially themselves) more attention. It's very difficult to trust things like this these days, because all around the world people will be generating, supplying and believing false data on the subject.

That is an incredibly tough question to answer with a single reply. Mine would be a rather brutal match between Earthbound, Majora's Mask, Dark Souls II and Bloodborne.

Can never go wrong with a good ol' intelligence (more specifically, retention) boost. Makes the majority of tasks easier in some form or another.

The sheer fantastical applications of earmuffs while situated in a flat pretty much next to a motorway at 1am, and how I am currently unable to take advantage of these applications.