>Day 365
>The ponies knew damn well what today was.
>A silhouette stands on top of the hill overhead.
>A pony notices and stops.
>Then they all stop and stare.
>He usually doesn't go to town at this hour.
>But today is a special day.
>His hands move to his ears, putting his MDR's on.
>He takes a step.
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>He walks down the hill.
>Power in each step.
>A smile and anger in his eyes.
>The ponies do nothing.
>Not a single one moves.
>He finally steps into town and stops.
>Scanning the area for anything to break.
>He spots his target.
>He sways back and forth as he walks toward an orange pony with apples on her ass.
>She ducks as he stops in front of her stall.
>"Can I h-help y-y-ou?"
>His foot raises from the dirt and smashes through the simple wooden structure.
>All hell breaks loose as he turns his focus onto all the other stalls.
>The ponies are yelling and screaming as he continues to go on his rampage.
>Nothing stops him as he smashes stall after stall.
>All while Icky Thump plays, fueling his need to break something.
>His head turns towards Sugarcube Corner.
>A crackling smile breaks across his face.
>Throwing aside a 2x4, he kicks open the door.
>A scream elicits from a Pink pony behind the counter, followed by the customers.
>Cocking his head to the right, he flips a table that had milkshakes of some rainbow dyke and a yellow flying pony.
>He makes his way to the counter.
>Taking the cash register, he smashes the glass displaying various treats.
>He reaches for the pasties and begins cold stone whipping them at the frantic customers.
>He scoops a cake and some cupcakes into his arms.
>He stands on top of the counter and smashes them down on the pink ones head.
>The dyke has had enough and flies at him with fury.
>With a simple sidestep, she smashes into the wall behind him.
>He surveys his work in the store.
>"P-please c-c-come aga-" The pink one starts sobbing.
>He slams the broken door behind him.
>His eyes focus in on a boutique.
>As he walks towards the shop, he stops.
>He takes a look to his left.
>An alcohol store is open.
>He walks in and finds no one inside.
>He takes a bottle and smashes it on the ground.
>Then he proceeds to push the racks over.
>The fucker grabs a bottle, a rag, and a lighter from the counter.
>He waltz out of the store and stares at the boutique.
>A quick concoction and he holds a molotov in his hand.
>Two ponies come storming out as he rears his arm back.
>BOOM
>The building bursts into flames.
>The flames flicker, reflecting off of his eyes.
>Another smile forms.
>He turns his gaze to a tree.
>A house tree to be exact.
>He drops his lighter and wanders over to it.
>A small purple lizard steps outside and sees him walking over.
>The lizard wastes no time running back inside.
>He sits behind the door, holding firm.
>The man knocks three times.
>The lizard's heart beats rapidly.
>All is silent.
>The door explodes off of its hinges sending the small creature flying.
>"TWILIGHT!"
>He walks towards him and picks him up by the back of his neck.
>He pulls his tail causing a flame to erupt from his mouth.
>Another toothy grin is on his face.
>He pulls again and holds, causing a continuous flame to burn.
>He aims it towards the books, burning everything that the flames touch.
>Soon the whole house is on fire.
>With a swift kick, the purple lizard is punted out of a window.
>The man walks out, covered in soot and singed pages.
>He takes his leave from the town.
>Once on top of the hill, he turns to admire his work.
>A nice destroyed town lies below.
>One last smile appears on his twisted mug.
>With that, he turns his back and goes home.