Title:           ChocoMilk Greentext - Victory Over Shitposts Edition
Author:          BossSheep
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/DdQEVax7
First Edit:      Friday 29th of August 2014 11:15:31 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 29th of August 2014 11:15:31 PM CDT

    >Be Anon
    >Day 413 in Equestria
    >The tally marks on your wall are getting out of hand
    >No matter how hard you try, you just can't have a glass of chocolate milk to save your life
    >Every time you mix up a glass, it's like every pony in a ten mile radius magnetizes to it, runs right on in, knocks it over, and    then just leaves
    >Especially Twilight Sparkle
    >God you hate Twilight Sparkle
    >All you want is just one fucking glass of chocolate milk
    >Maybe once a week
    >Hell, once a month works at this point
    >Carefully, you board up all of your windows and doors
    >You reinforce the roof and walls
    >Sandbags and tables everywhere
    >You buckle the chinstrap of your homemade brain bucket and get the milk out of the fridge
    >And the chocolate syrup
    >Allll of the chocolate syrup
    >You steadily pour the milk, as if handling highly reactive chemicals
    >It's basically the same thing
    >Fuck that, you're sure this is almost alchemy
    >Next you uncap the syrup
    >Slowly, surely you pour it into the glass
    >As it drips through the creamy white liquid, you can feel it
    >It has begun
    >The house begins shaking
    >You can hear violent thuds against the walls, windows, and doors
    >You quickly stir the chocolate into the milk, turning the concoction a healthy brown
    >A table you nailed up over the door clatters to the ground
    >They're almost through!
    >You grab your hammer and nails and leap over to it, attempting to rebuild the barricade before they bust through
    >And then you hear it
    >A whirring noise
    >Like...A drill
    >You drop everything and turn to find your worst fears confirmed
    >Twilight Sparkle used magic to drill up through your floor and was now standing next to your kitchen table and the milk
    >She reaches her hoof up
    >"NOOOOOOO!" you scream as you dive at her in an overly dramatic slow motion
    >But it's too late
    >She touches the glass
    >It tips
    >All is lost
    >Your table now soiled in the remains of your beloved drink
    >Twilight just gives you a blank stare before leaving through her tunnel
    >Oh how you hate her
[Chocolate Milk Thread Killer: 8/30/14 12:15am]