- >You are Francis, an officer of the Las Vegas Metro Police Department
- >A few hours ago, you got a call about some naked guy climbing the fucking Bellagio
- >You were on your way to take care of the situation when things changed
- "Fucking fluffy ponies! Fucking fuck! FUCK!"
- >A fuck-ton of fluffies started pouring into Vegas from the east not too long ago
- >Before long, the whole place looked like Cleveland during the onset of their infestation
- >Your car got stuck in a mixture of fluff, organs, and diarrhea
- >It was sort of your fault for trying to run so many of them over
- >You get out of the car and draw your pistol, firing a few times into the sea of fluffies
- "I HATE fluffy ponies!"
- >You are Anon, and you're in a pretty interesting situation
- >You woke up on the roof of the Bellagio hotel, naked and surrounded by fluffies
- >You promised them all spaghetti, and set off into the hotel
- >Starsplash is nowhere to be found for the moment
- >As you walk through the halls of the hotel, people begin screaming at the herd of fluffies
- "Pfft...fuckin' high rollers never seen a damn fluffy before..."
- >You're stopped a few floors down by a bellhop with a small fluffy resting on his shoulder
- >The fluffy's wearing a little bellhop outfit
- >Cute, kind of like how Starsplash used to-
- "Holy shit! Starsplash?"
- "Sir, you're going to have to take your fluffies outside."
- "Daddeh!"
- >You grab the scrawny teenager by the face and shove him down, gracefully catching Starsplash in your arms
- "Hey, little buddy! Daddy's here now."
- "Anon? Holy shit, man, what's happening?"
- >You turn around to see Marcus poking his head out of a room
- "Dunno. Fluffies and shit, I guess."
- >As you approach, you notice he's wearing ladies' underwear
- "Marcus, what are you-"
- "Lingerie, because apparently we were super fucked up last night."
- "Oh, yeah. That. Well it could've been worse."
- >Marcus suddenly begins to look worried
- >He leads you over to a window
- "Anon, you need to see this..."
- >You peer out the window and are shocked by what you see
- >It looks almost identical to what happened in Cleveland a while back
- "Oh, shit...it's this bad? How?"
- >Marcus, having finally found his clothes and gotten dressed, answers
- "No idea. Jen thinks it's what's left of that giant herd."
- >Even at half its size, the Cleveland Herd could easily still number in the hundreds of thousands
- >Maybe even a little over a million
- "But...why would they come HERE? I mean, Spaghetti Land I understand, but Vegas?"
- "I've been wondering that myself. I don't know either, but we need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible."
- Four Months Ago:
- >You are Dusty, Earth Fluffy
- >You're part of the biggest fluffy herd EVER
- >There must be at least...at least 10 fluffies!
- >You're so happy, but you're also hungry
- >All the dummy fluffies ate all the spaghetti at Sketti Land
- >You and your friends try to find grassies, but the ground is a meanie
- >All it gives you is icky rocks and hard black stuff
- >But then, one of the Smarty Friends figured out how you can get nummies!
- >He saw it on a magic talky-box
- >The Smarty said some place called "Lots Bigga" has all the nummies you can eat
- >It was just an ad to draw in tourists, but you don't know that
- >All you know is that nummies are good
- >All your friends agree
- >With that, you and the hundreds of thousands of other fluffies all set out
- >Just a few weeks after Cleveland fell to the fluffies, it was abandoned by them
- >They stuck mainly to uninhabited areas, and traveled by night, protected only by their sheer numbers
- >Their ranks swelled as they gained more and more fluffies from scattered herds
- >Those that refused to join were simply trampled by the colossal tide of fluff
- >Within a few months, the herd reached Las Vegas, and the City of Lights was lost

