4/19/2013
 
>Day 5.45 in equestria
>Be tactically tending to my garden in my backyard.
>Low and behold a yellow pegasus sneaks up behind you, and taps you on the shoulder.
>You’ve been up all night beating off to pictures of T-80’s, so you’re a little sleep deprived.
>Instinctually, you grab her hoof and throw her over your shoulder and put your knife to her throat.
>“I-Is rough play y-your fetish?”
>You sigh, let her go, and walk to your house.
>You fix yourself a sandwich and close the fridge door.
>Fluttershy is standing right there.
>“Hey Anon.”
>You don’t even acknowledge her as you walk past toward your room.
>She follows you and peaks her head in while you are disassembling your pistol and eating.
>“Anon, I-”
“Fluttershy, I don’t care, please go I’m about to go shoot my pistol.”
>She hangs her head.
>Then, by the Murder/k/ube, she grabs your newly assembled pistol .
>“All you ever do is ignore me!”
>She’s shouting and waving your pistol around while backing you up to the wall.
>“I want to be with you anon. I want you to love me. Is that so much to ask?”
>She’s got you cornered, but she doesn’t know…
>“All you care about are these stupid guns!”
>…you can’t corner the dorner.
>You jump over her and run as fast as you can down the hallway.
>With tears in her eyes she throws your pistol at you.
>Your pistol is a Glock 23.
>It explodes and levels the house sending a shockwave that could be felt for miles.
>Fucking Fluttershy.