Title:           True Faggotry 2.0 v2
Author:          AnonymousHatter
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/LiRSAe3Q
First Edit:      Tuesday 23rd of September 2014 05:53:07 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 23rd of September 2014 05:53:07 PM CDT

>You are Anonymous.
>And still not in Equestria.
>You live alone in your apartment, room 392.
>Recently, you've been having bad dreams.
>Each consist of almost everything in your room gaining a rusty feel.
>The fridge is nearly always empty.
>The front door has.... melted into the wall.
>Power has been out for 3 days.
>You cannot look outside the windows, as they're always greyed out.
>And you have no hope of calling someone, as the phone line is cut.
>There is absolutely no way of getting out of here.
>Your only way of entertainment is to jack off.
>And there is no way of killing yourself, either.
 
 
>But you end up doing the impossible, because why not.
>You jump up and just yell to the heavens.
>God shoots a lightning bolt down, and it shocks you.
>The apartment explodes.
>Obama can be seen walking out, while wearing sunglasses..
>The S.W.A.T. team is visible, drinking beers and grilling hot dogs and hamburgers.
>All while wearing their cowboy hats.
>Meanwhile, you are now in Equestria.
>But are Living Skelleyton.
>Every pony you see gets... spooked at the sight of you.
>Twilight Sparkle uses her ski-bi-dibby-yo-da-dubdubbly magic to teleport infront of you.
>You can still see her burger in her mouth, with ketchup on her cheeks.
>And a little bit of hay fry crumbs on her chest.
>You decide to do the one thing you know how to do.
>Ripping off one of your rib bones, you start to play the song of gods.
>You start to sing,
"Spooky Scary Skelleytons, send shivers down your spine...."