Title: Fresh Quality Meats Author: OverlordAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/Qf9GbaFt First Edit: Saturday 2nd of March 2013 02:40:13 AM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 2nd of March 2013 02:40:13 AM CDT >Equestria is a nice place to live. >Or rather...it was. >Or maybe it is. >Damn it all, this is all so confusing. >Especially to you, the one suffering from... >Whatever this hell is. >Maybe it would be better to rewind a little? >Yeah, that sounds good. >Arrange your thoughts. >Catalogue. >Sort-and-file. >Maybe...get lucky and find the moment when everything went wrong. >Right... >Start at the beginning. >Your name is Anonymous. >You've been in Equestria about...Mmm, a year now. >It was rather shocking at first. >A rather natural feeling, what with talking horses and all that. >But the horses; ponies, were actually quite nice. >They made you feel right at home. >All nice, and sweet, and happy, and sappy. >It was wonderful.   >But...somewhere down the line... >Things...started to change. >Not so much with the ponies but for you... >One day, out of the blue, you...started to see things. >Horrible, terrible things. >You were walking through the streets of Ponyville and you just... >Saw...them. >Those...those monsters... >Giant, lumbering...things of meat in the vague shape of a man. >They stumbled back and forth in the street, it must be because they had no eyes... >Just blank faces of rotting meat. >But somehow they still howled and moaned... >Those howls... Good god... It sound like the howls of the damned. >And it wasn't just the men of rotting meat... >Oh no, there was more. >Along the street ran...thick, bloated, purple-ish veins carrying... >You didn't dare think about it.   >You screamed. >You pointed and shouted, "What is that?! My god, what is that?!" >The ponies in the street just stared at you like you were mad. >"Can't you see them?! Look! They're right there! Skinless monstrosities! And-And these veins! Don't you see them?!" >Again and again and again you shouted. >The ponies started to look around nervously. >Some started to back away from you in fear. >But you continued to rant there on the street. >It wasn't until a friend, a unicorn named Twilight Sparkle came up to you and pleaded with you to calm down. >Hearing a familiar voice did the trick. >Slowly, the...creatures and veins fade from view and the world went back to normal. >You fell to your knees and sobbed into Twilight's shoulder. >She patted you on the back and cooed reassurances. "It's all right, Anon. It's ok. Shh, shh, shh... It's ok. There's nothing there." >You wanted to believe her. >You so badly wanted to believe her...   >And for awhile you did believe her. >Even when the horrors showed themselves again. >You would clamp your eyes closed and count to ten. >And you would just chant: "It's not real, it's not real, it's not real..." >And when you would open your eyes again they'd be gone. >The ritual had worked whenever they'd appear. >You thought this would just be an...inconvenience; a terrifying one, but it would just go away one day. >But it didn't... >It grew worse... >The sky started to become blood-red, the ground and building around you were covered in...in entrails, and the skinless men... So many of them... >But worst of all... >Worst of all... >Were your friends. >Oh god...your friends. >They too started to...change. >They became bruised, grotesque, misshapen mounds of flesh. >You could barely tell one from the other... >And the smell... That odor of rot, and pus, and decay...it permeated off them. >But the voices were the worst... >The skinless, writhing men didn't talk. >But your friends did...   >"Ah tell ya sugarcube, this weeks harvest is top-notch!" >Applejack--the mound of flesh that -looked- like Applejack--tried to talk to you about her day but... >Her voice... >That god-awful voice! >That isn't speaking! >That isn't her voice! >This...thing isn't Applejack! >This monster is just belching out words in some nightmarish tone you can't even begin to describe! >You so badly want to tell her to shut up. >So badly... >But you can't... >If you did, you'd be alone right now. >Alone in this blood-soaked world of horror. >So you swallow the bile building at the back of your throat and nod. >Just...let her talk...and just focus on the table in front of you. >Even if it is covered in gore... >After meeting with...Applejack, you start to head towards Twilights. >It's time for your...sessions. >She says it'll help you with the visions you made only her privy to. >Again, you so badly want to believe her...   >You talk with Twilight, go over the same things as always. >It's hard to focus because she's a rotting heap... >Why doesn't anyone else see what you see? >Why are you being made to go through this? >It's starting to get to you. >It's getting more and more difficult to hang on to your sanity. >Every day gets a little more trying. >Every day gets a little more...normal. >The stink, the blood, the meat... >The meat. >You've been thinking about the meat so much lately. >When Rainbow Dash was yammering on about some stupid Wonderbolts nonsense you wonder how can she talk when she doesn't have a lower jaw? >The meat is starting to intrigue you. >And when Twilight mentions "destiny" and "what we're meant to do", things start making sense. >Things start clicking into place. >There -must- be a reason for all of this. >And now, you're sure you know what it is. >It's the meat. >Yes...you think tomorrow will be a good day. >The first good day in a long time. >Tomorrow, Ponyville will get it's first butcher.