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She’s a potato

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FredMSloniker
Pixel Perfection - I still call her Lightning Bolt
Non-Fungible Trixie -
Wallet After Summer Sale -
The End wasn't The End - Found a new home after the great exodus of 2012

@PurbleHoers
The big bad of the story arc creates shadow clones of the adventuring party to do her bidding and frame the originals for it. They’re not evil in the D&D detect evil sense, but they ‘remember’ a modified backstory that justifies them working for the big bad (they’re the Elements of Ambition). If the long-term ethics of such a thing interest you, that’s one of several good reasons to read the fic, as it’s explored in detail.
FredMSloniker
Pixel Perfection - I still call her Lightning Bolt
Non-Fungible Trixie -
Wallet After Summer Sale -
The End wasn't The End - Found a new home after the great exodus of 2012

I’m reminded of this bit from My(stara’s) Little Ponies: Friendship is Adventuring, a fanfic that puts Equestria in a D&D setting, with all that implies:
“You can do amazing things with Shadow Magic,” Twilight said excitedly. “I’ve been studying the books Keraptis gave me.” She chanted and now another Twilight appeared, though her cutie mark was a potato.
Applejack began laughing and Twilight looked frustrated. “But they never come out quite how I imagine them.”
“Potatoes were planted by ponies during the time of the Orcs as food because the Orcs were too lazy to dig them up if they got mad at the ponies,” Potato-Twilight said proudly. “There are over a thousand breeds of potato! Most unicorns don’t bother with farming but I have honed my talents to ensure no pony will ever go hungry.” Then she looked a little sad as if remembering something.
Presumably what she’s remembering is existential dread, because she pops out of existence a minute later.