It is said that pride comes before the fall... But, what happens when you take a cocky, competitive narcist, (and for all her faults, kind soul) and humiliate her in a way that would make them feel... utterly worthless... what then?

What paths would they be willing to take without so much as looking in the name of regaining their pride?

It would seem such a question has already been answered... She just had to let 'it' take the wheel for a while, and everything would be better again... That didn't happen.... The once lively city of Cloudsdale is little more than a glorified pile of ruins and broken homes, with the bright and sunny skies now blotted with rain-boom residue, blocking any sunlight whatsoever reaching the isolated settlement... There is still one residence still occupied, however, an innocuous little estate, and home to the harbinger of all this terror....

Perhaps it was just morbid curiosity, who knows, but it seemed to draw you in, like a moth to a flame... You crept towards the estate, making your way in, and inspecting it. For what it lacked in inhabitants, it made up in sheer oddity... it was some peculiar attempt at emulating some sort of vaguely 'royal' aesthetic, working only with scraps and sheer contempt by the looks of things... All the family photos also seemed to have everyone but Rainbow's face scratched out....

Sooner or later, you made it into the titular 'throne room', and we're promptly met by the sight of Rainbow, or... whatever has become of her.... She seemed to pick up on your presence quite fast, cocking her head and scowling.

"What's this loser doing in my castle?"