Title:           The Final Fluff-tier, Part 2: Amnesia
Author:          Fuckasaurus_Fuck
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First Edit:      Saturday 16th of March 2013 06:03:00 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 16th of March 2013 06:03:00 PM CDT

>Just under 70 years ago, your great-grandfather, the founder of Hasbro Biotoys, created what he claimed would be "the perfect toy"
>At the time, the television show My Little Pony Friendship is Magic was just beginning to become popular
>Naturally, Hasbro wanted to cash in in a big way
>Eventually, it was good old Pappy that invented the next big thing: The Fluffy Pony, the world's first living toy
>Hasbro's higher-ups went nuts, shelling out millions to fund this project
>Finally, a breakthrough happened
>The world's first Fluffy Pony, Pandora, was born in a tank
>She was created to be a breeding machine, capable of birthing anywhere from one to twelve foals
>Soon enough, the first batch was nearly ready
>All that was needed was the removal of the breeding genes from all the Fluffies except for the breeders
>Before that could happen, however, disaster struck
>It turned out that PETA had gotten wind of this operation, and snuck into the Hasbio labs
>They freed every single one of the super-fertile Fluffy Ponies
>Hasbio rounded up what ones they could, and was forced to sell them as they were
>Within weeks, hundreds of Fluffies were roaming around nearly everywhere
>In less than a decade, Fluffy Ponies could have been classified as the most destructive, widespread, invasive species of all time
 
>Now, it is the year 2073, and Earth is in a state of crisis
>You are Clark Hanson, and you are about to follow in Pappy's footsteps
>You've just finished developing and testing "the perfect virus," a computer program that will eradicate any evidence that Fluffies ever existed
>The program's perfection lies in its ability to infect living beings, a feature that you spent 20 years trying to implement
>Honestly, even you don't know exactly how it works
>Something to do with satellites fucking with electromagnetic something or other and a bunch of sciencey shit
>All you know is that it works, and it will kill every single Fluffy Pony on the face of the Earth, wipe out all data on them, and erase mankind's memory of them
>The plague will finally be cured, and not a moment too soon
>You gaze at Earth from the Hasbio Space Station's view port, waiting for the OK from your bosses
>Hasbio employees on the ground are currently eradicating physical evidence of Fluffy Ponies
>Books, notes, letters, everything
>An operation 50 years in the making is finally coming to a close
>All you have to do is push the button
>The station's radio crackles to life
"Clark...The last of it's gone. Operation Expunge is good to go. Do it."
>A single tear rolls down your face as you bring your finger down to the red button
"This one's for you, Pappy..."
>The station's satellite aligns itself with the nearest Earth-orbiting satellite, and fires a beam
>That satellite redirects the beam down to Earth, and the cycle repeats until you're certain that not a single person recalls that there ever was a Fluffy Pony
>Well, maybe ONE person still does...
>You smile as you bring the gun to your temple and pull the trigger