- >Day of grief in Equestria
- “...meufergil... ice crem...”
- >...
- “...damnit fuk off Fluttershy...”
- >...
- “...no, not mah ice crem...”
- >...
- “...take tis crimna skum...”
- >CRASH!!!
- >You jump out of your blankets in totally startling non-fright, backing up to the wall as you stand on your bed.
- >Maybe you screamed like a girl and maybe you didn’t.
- >Nobody else has to know that though.
- >Which is great because you thought Flutterjunk was in your house act like a burglar again.
- >Criminal scum were most definitely not your fetish.
- >You are Anon, and you are fearless.
- >Not to mention how good looking you are, but you look pretty damn sexy.
- >If you were a woman, you’d totally fuck yourself.
- >You’re sure that it isn’t gay at all.
- >It’s more of the yellow one’s shtick, anyways.
- >Speaking of Animal Peesmell, what the fuck was that noise if it wasn’t her?
- >All of the shit that belongs on the nightstand is now scattered about on the floor.
- >You step off the bed and find a clue.
- >There is a fist sized dent in the side of the night stand.
- >Fluttershy did it.
- >She stole your fucking ice cream in your cream dream.
- >You must have struck out as you delivered swift justice in dreamland.
- >Fluttershy’s fault, not yours.
- >She’s gonna pay for a new one.
- >Check clock.
- >It’s half past broken.
- >Check emergency sundial in the windowsill.
- >It’s roughly fifth crudely scratched notch in the stone thingy.
- >...
- >Why do you even have this?
- >Check super emergency stolen owl.
- >You open your closet door where you stashed the bird.
- >It’s asleep and Purplesmart is none the wiser.
- >It goes to show how pro you are are becoming.
- >A whole day and you haven’t been caught yet.
- >Faintly, your hear four taps from downstairs.
- >It begins.
- >You end up taking the night stand downstairs with you since it’s about time for Buttershy to show up.
- >She’s going to see the property damage she caused.
- >Upon reaching the bottom steps you drop the damn thing on your feet.
- >However, you don’t even feel it.
- >Groups of cubes have been meticulously cut into just about everything.
- >Walls, furniture, fake plants, etc.
- >Fucking everything.
- >Nothing was spared.
- >The fact that someone cut perfect cube shaped holes into your shit isn’t what got you.
- >Each group consists of exactly five cube holes.
- >These holes were arranged arranged in a very well thought out pattern.
- >A VERY specific shape that everyone knows and loves.
- >The formations fill you with the nerd rage of your forefathers.
- >Penis.
- >Penis everywhere.
- >You have been griefed.
- >Your hair turns gold and energy builds around you.
- >With a flick of your pinkie toe, the nightstand is sent through the front of your house and demolishes that portion of the building.
- >The dust starts to clear and you see a silhouette in the distance.
- >You see a dead motherfucker.
- >Nervous Rapist stands in front of a door frame which is the only thing left standing amongst the rubble.
- >You stomp your way to the trembling mare and stop directly in front of her.
- “ARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!”
- >Your roar of righteous fury is heard throughout all of Equestria.
- >You look down at her.
- >She’s pissed herself.
- >”A-an-n-non, is g-gre-” is all she was able to stutter out before you grab her mane and pick her up to your eye level.
- “This isn’t even griefing.” you state, coolly.
- >TNT suddenly appears in your hand and the surrounding hillside.
- >Flutterdead’s eyes grow wide in horror.
- >TNT covers everything as far as the eye can see.
- >You touch the nearest block with a fist and is flashes white.
- “THIS IS FUCKING GRIEFING, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
- >Blows up the world and the Hasbro server crashes, ending the existence of all the p0nes like the NPCs they are.
- Bad End
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