- [PRESENT]
- >"NO! PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY!"
- >Shut up and BLEED you mother fu-!
- >You swing your scythe in an uppercut motion at him.
- >The blade buried itself up to the hilt in his stomach.
- >The toe of the blade poked out of his mouth.
- >You smiled as he gargled on his own blood.
- >His eyes wide and rolled back, showing nothing but white.
- >You turned around, resting the shaft on your shoulder.
- >You reached out and held the shaft with both hands, like you were carrying a log on your shoulders.
- >With a smile, you yanked down and bent forward.
- >The satisfying rip of guts and the spurting of blood was heard as the blade tore itself from his body.
- >You looked back to admire your handiwork.
- >From his stomach to his jaw, he was split wide open.
- >You laugh at the thought of leaving him here for his 'family' to find.
- >And that's exactly what you did.
- >You were tired, and it was time to go home.
- >These fucking ponies...
- >They never put up a fight.
- >You have killed countless scores of them, and yet your bloodlust could never be fully sated.
- >However, the fear in their eyes and movements as they went about their daily lives was hilarious in itself.
- >Returning home, you tossed your bloodied scythe on the floor and dropped onto the couch.
- >You were out like the dying heartbeat of a little girl.
- >It was the first time in ages that you didn't feel the burning.
- >The burning...
- >Fuck that old man's curse.
- >And the dreams...
- >Boys and girls, those were some wonderful dreams
- --
- >All of your greatest achievements flashed before your eyes.
- >The scale of what you have done.
- >The sheer volume of people you had killed.
- >It was breathtaking.
- >But like all good things, it had to end sometime.
- >When they captured you, the only thing you could think was, "What a waste."
- >All those people you hadn't killed yet.
- >Come the night of your execution, there must have been over a thousand people gathered outside to watch you fry.
- >You were very upset about that.
- >There should have been more.
- >You remember there was this preacher in the observation room
- >You thought he was just some bible-thumper wanting to save your soul.
- >But it turned out, the old man had something else in mind.
- >As you fried, he started screaming out like the freak he was.
- >He asked god to curse you.
- >To burden you forever with the flames of hell.
- >Needless to say, you broke free from your bonds and tore his fucking throat out right there.
- >It took less than a minute to kill 3 police officers, and get your mask back on.
- >You never used to believe in curses, but it has been three months since that night.
- >And the pain gets worse everyday.
- "So let me tell you something boys and girls."
- "I sure as hell believe in curses now."
- --
- >You don't remember a thing as to how you got here, but it was fucking annoying.
- >The bright colors of this place burned your eyes.
- >You would rather have the grey, dirty, and dark atmosphere of the city.
- >Of course, this particular city wasn't always like this.
- >You just helped it along to make it a better place.
- >When you finally woke up, it was still daylight.
- >What a shame.
- >But it will be dark soon, so the fun can begin once again.
- >As you clean your tools from the night before, you take a moment to reflect on past events.
- >You remember the police finally cornering you once again.
- >That shouldn't have happened.
- >But what can you say?
- >Those fucking girl scouts needed to die.
- >You were only being a good sumaritan.
- >The police took no chances in capturing you this time.
- >They open fired as your vision went black.
- >You woke up in a forest.
- >A dark, foggy, mucky, beautiful forest.
- >As you got to your feet, the retarded offspring of a lion and a scorpion tried to attack you.
- >Needless to say, you were just as tall as it was, and stronger as well.
- >A hard stab in the face and slitting of the throat was deeply unsatisfying for you.
- >But then you heard a voice.
- >"What did you do!"
- >You turned around to see...
- >Fucking Christ, you were in hell.
- >A little purple unicorn was staring at you, mouth wide open.
- --
- >You wanted to kill her right there and then.
- >But something stopped you from tearing off the scorpion tail and impaling her with it.
- >Maybe it was your concious telling you she could be useful.
- >A concious you didn't know you had.
- "What the fuck are you?"
- >She regained a little composure.
- >"I-I am Twilight Sparkle."
- >You don't give a shit who she is.
- "I said WHAT are you!"
- >She cowered in fear as you raised your voice.
- >"I'm a p-pony."
- >A fucking pony?
- >God damn it all, you were in hell.
- "Where am I?" you demanded.
- >"The Everf-free Forest," she stammered.
- "How the hell do I get out of here?"
- >"I can take you back to Ponyville if you'd like."
- >Civilization?
- >A new playground?
- >Excellent.
- >Your voice calmed down from this new information.
- "Very well little lady. Please lead the way."
- >You knew there was some reason you didn't kill her.
- --
- >She led you through the forest.
- >She kept quiet for a while, which was very nice.
- >But her voice.
- >Oh God her voice is worse than a baby's cry.
- >She kept staring at you.
- >You fucking hated being stared at.
- "What." you ask, a slight rage in your voice.
- >"I was just wondering..." she trailed off.
- >"I was just... Doesn't that hurt?"
- >She was talking about your head.
- >The neverending fire that burned but never seared your flesh.
- "Yes."
- >Your rage and self control were reaching new heights.
- >Never before had you ever restrained yourself from gutting the first person to look at you wrong.
- >"Why don't you dump water on it to put it out?"
- "It's a curse. It can't be put out."
- >She stopped and turned to face you.
- >A large smile was on her face.
- >How great would it be to drive your fist right into her pretty little mouth?
- >"I can help you!"
- "No you can't."
- >"Watch me."
- --
- >Her horn started to glow.
- >You felt a major migraine in your brain.
- "AAARGH!!!"
- >You held your head and thrashed around.
- >Her horn stopped glowing and she looked at you quizzically.
- >"I don't understand. That should've worked."
- >THE FUCKING PAIN!
- >You should just kill her now to avoid anymore of this bullshit.
- >She already pointed you in the general direction of town.
- >"Maybe Princess Celestia can help."
- >Wait, what?
- >"She is the most powerful magic user in Equestria. She is sure to have the ability to dispel this curse!"
- >Hmm... interesting.
- >Perhaps you can spare her for the time being.
- >This 'Princess Celestia' sounds like a powerful being.
- >And a monarch no less.
- >It would definitely be a new category in your long list of victims.
- "Very well. But if you try that shit again, you can expect some Very. Serious. Consequences."
- >She shrunk away from you.
- >"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
- "Good. Let us move on then."
- --
- >You were watching this pony as you walked.
- >She opened her mouth a few times to say something, but shut it immediately.
- >Good.
- >You don't know if you can stand anymore of her chatter.
- >She was also trying to sneak a few peeks at your face.
- >Your mask terrfied her enough that she held back from asking about it.
- >She led you through town.
- >More of these disgusting creatures everywhere.
- >You can feel their stares.
- >Your mask, your 'hair', and your overall alien physique.
- >All these new ponies.
- >They weren't people, but they can die all the same.
- >Looks like you will just have to make due.
- >The unicorn led you to a tree house in the center of town.
- >Upon entering, you see it is a library.
- >She calls for someone named Spike.
- >To your surprise, a little dragon came running down the stairs to the pony.
- >She told him to take a letter, to which he saluted and ran to grab a pen and paper.
- >The poor misguided soul.
- >Why was he slaving for this fucking unicorn?
- >If he wanted to, he could burn this place down, destroy the town, and eat this bitch.
- --
- >He returned with the items needed for the unicorn's request.
- >He actually got a good first look at you.
- >He flinched when he saw your towering form, and your fucking head.
- >You gave him an intimidating stare, to which he looked down to his paper and started writing down everything the unicorn said.
- >When they finished, he rolled the letter up and disintigrated it with a breath of fire.
- >This little guy has some serious potential.
- >"I told the princess what I found and asked if she would like to see you."
- "Excellent."
- >"However, I never caught your name."
- >Now there was a slight problem with that.
- >You had many names.
- >Your birth name, Needles Kane.
- >Your headline, Sweet Tooth.
- >But to yourself?
- >You don't fucking care.
- >To you, you had no name.
- >In fact...
- >You crouch down eye level and smile through your mask.
- >With a small laugh you tell her,
- "Call me, Anonymous."
- >"Oh, splendid! It's nice to meet you, Anonymous."
- >She held out a hoof to shake your hand.
- >You stood up and left her hanging.
- >She lowered her hoof with a 'hmph'.
- >"Maybe you could stand to learn a thing or two about friendship or manners."
- >Maybe she could stand to learn the feel of your fist squeezing her heart.
- --
- >The dragon, Spike, suddenly burped up a scroll in a burst of flames.
- >The unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, read it and order Spike to take another letter.
- >The dragon sent it off and the unicorn turned to you.
- >"Princess Celestia requests an audience with you immediately. Tomorrow, in fact."
- >Very, very good.
- >"She needs to see you personally to ask you questions to learn more about you and this curse."
- >Hmm... that could prove irritating.
- "Thank you, Twilight. I eagerly await our meeting."
- >You smiled beneath your mask.
- >Suddenly, the library door swings open and a pink pony comes bouncing in and right up to you.
- >"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie, and you're new in town! Do you know what that means?"
- >Holy fuck!
- >She was more annoying than the other one!
- >With a yell, you throw your fist around to backhand her.
- >She easily dodges and moves in front of you.
- >You bring your arms up and then down to try to hammerfist her in her happy fucking face.
- >Again she dodges.
- >"Teeheehee! This is fun! You sure are a playful one!"
- >You try to hook her, or at least grab her mane.
- >You miss by a longshot.
- >"You're a fun one! You even gotta happy clown mask and your so into it, you have magic hair!"
- >She goes to play with your 'hair' before you grab her leg and throw her across the room.
- >"WEEEE!!!"
- >She gracefully lands and bounces back over to you.
- >"We need to throw you a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party!"
- >Hmm... a welcoming party with all the residents of Ponyville in one spot?
- >Arson would be way to easy and boring.
- >You would have to wait and see what you had to work with.
- --
- >That pink one would be a great challenge.
- >You can see it in her eyes.
- >She's buried a monster behind a facade of smiles and happiness.
- >If you could bring this side of her out, it would make for a glorious battle.
- >She gets up to your face, but you don't try anything this time.
- "Sure. Why not?"
- >She squees with cheers of happiness.
- >So very soon, dear.
- >So very soon...
- >The pink pony races out of the library.
- >"That was Pinkie Pie," said Twilight. "She's a little crazy, that one."
- >Ah, so the unicorn confirms it.
- "I will need a place to sleep tonight. I think I will sleep in your bed tonight."
- >"Oh, but my bed isn't large enough to accomodate us both."
- "Looks like you're finding somewhere else to sleep."
- >"But it's my room!"
- >Without another word, you go upstairs and find her room without a problem.
- >You lie down on top of the covers and pass out immediately.
- >Twilight walked up and tried to kick you off by pushing you, but she couldn't budge you.
- >Her horn started to glow, but Spike stopped her.
- >"Maybe it's best NOT to wake him," he said.
- >"Hmph! Fine." pouted Twilight, who walked and lied down on the smaller guest bed.
- --
- >The alarm clock sounded with the morning sun.
- >You promptly threw it out the window, to the unapproval of Twilight.
- >"Now why would you do that! I need that!"
- "Shut up."
- >You roll over and try to go back to sleep.
- >"You are very rude, you know that?"
- "Thank you. I take pride in my work."
- >"Work? You mean your special talent?"
- >She started getting giddy over this new information.
- >She hopped on the bed and put her face close to yours.
- >"Do you have a cutie mark? What is it? Does it correspond to your special talent?"
- >Oh, this was just too perfect.
- >You sat up and faced her.
- "Do you really wanna know?"
- >"Yes."
- "Is it KILLING you to know the truth?"
- >"Yes, yes, yes!"
- >You smile beneath your mask.
- "Heheheh... Very well."
- >You quickly reach out and grab her throat, squeezing tightly.
- >"Spike..." she whispered out.
- >She can still talk.
- >You must not be squeezing hard enough.
- >You tighten your grip and move her face close to you.
- "Just remember, you asked for it."
- --
- >You grab her horn with your other hand.
- >With the hand that was around her throat, you promptly punch her in the face, stunning her.
- >You grab her horn with both hands.
- >Using her as a baseball bat, you swing her into one of the wooden supports.
- >The sickening crack of her spine against the pillar was music to your ears.
- >She crumples to the floor.
- >You grab her by the tail and drag her through the library, to the basement.
- >You toss her limp body onto a table, knocking the many books to the floor.
- >You don't bother tying her down.
- >It's not like she's going anywhere fast.
- >Looking around the room, you try to figure out a clever way to finish this bitch that you haven't done before.
- >There were vials and beakers filled with unknown chemicals.
- >But you already killed a university professor with volatile chemicals...
- >Perhaps you could shove the various vials down her throat?
- >You look down at the floor and pick up a large tome.
- >You don't care about what it's about, but it is a rather heavy book.
- >You shrug and flip the table on Twilight.
- >You stand over her, the book high above your head.
- >You bring it down with as much force as you can muster, slamming it against her skull.
- >You repeat several times, blood pouring from her face and ears.
- >This is boring.
- >You decide to say 'fuck it' and just end her here.
- >You set the book down over her broken skull and stomp down as hard as you can.
- >The satisfying crunch of her skull coupled with the splatter of brain matter makes this a very beautiful moment to behold.
- >It wasn't very original, but you got a laugh out of it.
- --
- >Fuck cleaning up the mess.
- >You can leave it for the bitch of a dragon slave.
- >You walk back upstairs and take a quick look around.
- >You could go for a daytime stroll.
- >But you hated the fucking sun.
- >And other people too for that matter.
- >Ponies, people, what's the difference?
- >The staring, the whispers, the rest of the bullshit they love to talk about.
- >You want to slaughter them all.
- >There was a knock on the door and you unsheathed your knife from your waist.
- >You crept over to the door and peeked out the window.
- >The police...
- >More like armored guards.
- >Law enforcement nonetheless.
- >You will enjoy painting the library with their blood.
- >You cracked the door and barely poked your face out.
- "What do you want."
- >The guard at the door was taken aback by your odd appearance.
- >When he regained his bearing he asked,
- >"Are you the one Twilight Sparkle wrote the princess about?"
- "Yes I am. What's it to you?"
- >You gripped your knife tighter, ready to lash out and jam the blade into his eye.
- >"We are your escort to the castle. The princess requests an audience with you immediately. Twilight Sparkle is also to accompany you."
- >You get a laugh out of this, but suppress it quickly.
- "She's gone right now. You just missed her. I don't think she'll be back anytime soon."
- --
- >"Very well. Since this is a matter of utmost urgency, we cannot afford to wait for her. Please board the chariot and we will be on our way."
- >You sheath your knife and open the door.
- >You step out into the sunlight, revealing your whole self to the two guards.
- >Their eyes widen, but they turn around immediately and hook themselves up to the chariot.
- >When you settle into the chariot, the two guards spread their wings and take off.
- >You thought about taking one of these for yourself.
- >You will need a new vehicle after all as your beloved ice cream truck did not follow you to this god-forsaken place.
- >You lie back and doze off while you wait to arrive at this princess's palace.
- >Your sleep being interupted by that fucking pony's alarm clock.
- >You dream of a future in this world.
- >A beautiful future where the streets run red and fire falls from the sky.
- >You are an unknown in this world.
- >A nobody.
- >You worked so fucking hard to make sure you were reknowneds the world's greatest serial killer.
- >You worked even harder to ensure that title was never taken away from you.
- >Looks like you will need to start all over again.
- >This infuriated you to no end.
- >It's not like you have your whole life ahead of you to start all over again.
- >You awoke in a rage and slammed your fist down on the side of the chariot.
- >"You okay back there?" asked one of the guards.
- "Just fine."
- >You will need to work faster than before to make sure your goals aren't destroyed by this little teleporting incident.
- >What better way to become famous than to take the life from their beloved princess?
- --
- [PRESENT]
- >You peer out through the boarded windows of your 'home'.
- >The moon is out now.
- >It's funny how early the moon comes out.
- >You may have played a small part in that, but who gives a shit?
- >Night was your time.
- >The time for run free through the city.
- >The time to play games with all the little boys and girls.
- >You set your scythe down, newly cleaned and sharpened.
- >You hang it up on your wall of toys.
- >You contemplate which ones you should bring with you tonight.
- >The meat hook and chain was always good for a laugh.
- >And very useful for when those slippery little bastards try to run.
- >You can't decide if you should bring hedge clippers or a hacksaw for the ones with the wings.
- >You will bring both.
- >Combined with the hook, not even the pegasi can escape.
- >This is too perfect.
- >You coil the chain of the meat hook around your body.
- >You carry the hedge clippers in one hand, the hack saw in the other.
- >And, as always, your trusty knife strapped to your belt.
- >As the large bay door slowly rolls open, the moonlight poured into your face.
- >You took a large breath of the night air and began to walk.
- --
- >You cared not for who saw you.
- >They wouldn't do anything but scream and run if they did.
- >And you hope they did.
- >The thrill of the hunt is one of your favorite parts of this game.
- >And how could they not see you?
- >The old man's fucking curse illuminated you like god-damned street lamp.
- >Through the fog, you saw two ponies taking a night stroll.
- >You would think they would have learned by now not to be out at night.
- >One of them was a pegasus.
- >The other, a unicorn.
- >You fucking HATED unicorns.
- >Their magic was the most annoying thing you have ever experienced.
- >They could seriously hurt you, had they tried anything other than telekinesis.
- >Had they known any offensive spells, you would have a serious challenge here.
- >Fortunately for you, you like a challenge.
- >You drop your tools and grab your chain.
- >You begin to wind it up, spinning it round and round.
- >The hook and chain distort the air around it's path, making a slight wind.
- >You creep closer, your back against the wall of the building.
- >The cursed flames atop your head gave you away.
- >Both ponies turned towards you as you let your hook fly.
- --
- >The hook flew past the pegasus, and just past the unicorn.
- >You yank back on the chain, driving the hook into the back of the head of the unicorn.
- >The pegasus started to scream.
- >You take a step back, regrip the chain, and yank back hard once more.
- >The unicorn's horn rammed itself through the back of the throat of the unicorn, silencing her.
- >You held the chain in one hand as you casually walked over to them.
- >The pegasus spread her wings to try to fly away.
- >She flapped as hard as she could, trying to lift off with the unicorn still attached.
- >Unable to breathe very hard, she collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
- >You stop walking towards her and turn around.
- >You almost forgot your tools.
- >How silly of you.
- >Chain still in hand, you reached down and grabbed both tools with your free hand.
- >Taking your time, you chuckle as you see her try to crawl away, whispering cries of help to anypony who can hear her.
- >Too bad she is alone now.
- >Well, not completely alone.
- >Her friend is here with her.
- >In body, not in spirit.
- >But what's the difference?
- --
- >You crouch and watch her crawl some more.
- >Like a bug with its hind legs crushed.
- >You shrug and drive your hedge clippers through the base of each wing.
- >She siezes in pain, unable to scream.
- >You dangle the hacksaw back and forth in front of her face.
- >The look in her eyes is absolutely adorable.
- >You dont cut her wings of though.
- >Instead, you rip the hedge clippers from her back and begin to trim the feathers from her wings.
- >She begins to cry silent tears as you work.
- >Stupid fucking wings.
- >You hated everything about these ponies.
- >The colors, the wings, the magic...
- >Just thinking about this made you seeth with anger.
- >With a shout, you drive the clippers through her back and pierced her heart, pinning her to the concrete.
- >With a great amount of force, you spread the clippers, effectively tearing open her chest cavity.
- >Her split heart hung out just a bit, but enough for you to notice.
- >You sigh and collect your tools.
- >The pegasus was determined, but proved useless to escape.
- >The unicorn died instantly.
- >How infuriating.
- >You didn't even get a chance to fuck with her like you did the pegasus.
- >Weak fucking ponies.
- >Whistling as you walk, maybe you can find an unattended ice cream stall.
- >Or one with a vendor, it did not matter which.
- >The only difference being the vendor's gore stuffed in the freezer.
- >After a very slow night, you finally return home.
- >Only 8 kills.
- >Fucking pathetic.
- >You should've raided that motel rather than pass it by.
- >Maybe then you would've gotta more quarry.
- >You clean and hang up your various tools of destruction.
- >There was still some time before the sun rose.
- >But early to bed, early to rise, you suppose.
- >You're asleep when your head hits the pillow.
- --
- [PAST]
- >The thud from the chariot landing woke you up.
- >You would be pissed, but you had the greatest dream.
- >It was of you as a child, making your first kill.
- >It was the mother fucker from your school who liked to bully you, who thought he was a tough guy.
- >You knocked his ass unconcious and dragged him down to your basement one day after school.
- >He struggled and begged for his life.
- "You're not so tough now, are ya?"
- >You laughed in his face and raised your knife.
- "You know, nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death. Wouldn't you agree?"
- >Before he could respond you started carving his flesh, careful not to kill him in the process.
- >You cut with the skill and precision of a trained surgeon.
- >He cried and yelled in pain, but a nice poke in the lungs silenced him.
- >Eventually, you grew tired of your little game and just settled for some tent spikes through the eyes.
- >From this moment, it was obvious you had found your calling in life.
- >You quickly developed an insatiable thirst for blood.
- >In the years that followed, countless mountains of bodies had piled up.
- >The police could never capture you, not matter how hard they tried.
- >There was the one time you were almost executed, but that was a fluke.
- --
- >"Welcome to Canterlot Castle," called back one of the pegasus guards.
- >You hop over the edge of the chariot rather than open the door.
- >It was no ice cream truck, but it still got you where you needed to go.
- >You miss Sweet Tooth.
- >Perhaps you will meet again someday.
- >The guards order you to follow them.
- "Don't tell me what to do."
- >They look at each other and roll their eyes.
- >You follow them, all the while trying to figure out a death suitable for this kind of disrespect.
- >They led you from the landing platform, through the massive hallways lined with equally massive pillars, and finally to a giant, regal door.
- >The two guards at the door snapped to attention and your escorts pushed it open.
- >The throne room was enormous.
- >Way too large for any creature to possibly need.
- >This bitch of a princess sure was greedy with her space.
- >A large, white horse with wings and a horn sat on a throne at the opposite end of the room.
- >Your escorts led you down a red carpet and bowed before her.
- >She raised an eyebrow at you when you decided to stand there and cross your arms.
- --
- >"So you must be the cursed creature my student, Twilight Sparkle, wrote to me about. Am I correct?"
- "You are."
- >She stared at you, her eyes narrowed.
- >She was studying you.
- >Your alien form, your mask, and the cursed flames.
- >Her horn began to glow.
- >Your... Fucking... HEAD!!!
- "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
- >You mentally force her from your head.
- >That fucking bitch just tried to read your mind.
- >She must have saw enough, as her face was stricken with horror.
- >"I'm sorry... But I needed to know your past in order to better understand this curse."
- "Did you get a good look?" you growl through gritted teeth.
- >Your fists were clenched, ready to strangle this fucking thing with it's own intestines.
- >"I did," she stood and started walking towards you. "And I have seen what you are, what you've done."
- >She walked up and stared you in the eyes.
- >You were eye level with her.
- >"I should destroy you here and now. But I am willing to offer you a rebuttal."
- "Are you now?" you ask with a playful tone.
- >Her voice grew very serious.
- >The guards themselves back out of the room, terrified as to what could happen next.
- >"I can bring an end to all of your pain. I can rid you of this curse."
- "Can you now?"
- --
- >"In the few seconds I was in your head, I saw your childhood, and just past your execution."
- >She didn't see any of your time in Equestria yet.
- >She had no idea.
- >"I know a spell that can rid you of this evil."
- >Her horn began to glow.
- >"Should you accept, your curse will be over."
- >"But if you ever return to you killing ways, the curse will come back to haunt you."
- >Her voice grew more powerful, with an ominous second voice adding to it.
- >"Especially my little ponies. And I assure you, there will be no second chances."
- >She lowered her horn to your forehead.
- >You had to decide.
- >It was the freedom to live the rest of your life the way you want to, or a boring one.
- >It took you all of ten seconds.
- >You reached up and grabbed her horn with both hands.
- >Lets face it boys and girls, a man needs to have his priorities straight.
- >You snapped her horn off without much effort.
- >Celestia reared back in surprise.
- >She was too fucking trusting of complete strangers.
- >Especially one where she knows of their violent past.
- >Sparks flew from the nub that was left of her horn.
- >You spun the horn around in your hand, playing with it.
- >You finally clench your fist around it, and with a step forward, drove it into the side of her neck.
- --
- >You killed Celestia as well as you had ever killed anyone.
- >You extacted the horn from her throat.
- >Blood spurted like a fountain from the wound.
- >Her horn matched your knife in it's sharpness.
- >A nice weapon.
- >But it was magic.
- >Magic like those fucking unicorns.
- >And you will have no part of it.
- >You held it in front of her eyes, and threw it in the fireplace on the other side of the room.
- >"NO!!!" screamed Celestia as her horn sparked, fizzled, and popped as it burned.
- >The sun itself seemed to flicker with the burning of her horn.
- >Not your problem.
- >You drew your knife and stabbed up through the bottom of her jaw with it.
- >The tip of the blade barely poked through the top of her snout.
- >You lean in close to her and whisper in her ear.
- "In case you haven't figured it out yet, I respectfully decline you offer."
- >You withdraw your blade and spin around, slashing her throat.
- >She staggers around for a good minute, trying to breathe and splattering blood all over the room.
- >It was hilarious.
- >Eventually, she fell to her knees and then toppled over, dead at last.
- >You gave her an applause for the wonderful show.
- >You walked over and sat in her throne for a few minutes.
- >You could easily take over this pathetic pony kingdom, but you had better plans.
- >There was a whole castle of guards who would want your blood for what you did to their princess.
- >Let them come.
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