>If you have received this message, I might already be dead.
    > I am a survivor of the Great Pony-cide.
    >It started off simple really
    >Scientists actually created the Mane 6
    >Received funding from an Anonymous writefag.
    >It went downhill from there
    >They left Fluttershy alone in the lab, her cuteness deterring them from being harsh
    > Fluttershy cloned herself
    >Even after that, they couldn’t be mad.
    >Hell, most thought it was a miracle for the world to enjoy.
    >They gave one to every person in the world.
    >Most thought they were cute,
    >They kept her as pets
    >Some tried to teach them sex…
    >Fucking Sickos
    >but I knew what she was capable of
    > Hell, I admit to writing her doing some sick shit.
    >I gave her the benefit of the doubt.
    >Until my pet crocodile Fluffy, He had his neck broken.
    > So I stayed away.
    >But she followed.
    >I woke up with her trying to get into my pants.
    >I gave her away to a neighbour, said I couldn’t love her like he could
    >I thought it was over
    >I was wrong
    >That’s when the killing happened.
    >Those who didn't become sex slaves
    > became dead bodies
    >people everywhere, dead
    >My family, my friends
    > Fluffy for god sake!
    >If you are getting this, I need help
    > I am hiding in a bunker near my house, 25 clicks south west of brisbane.
    >If you are there, send help.
    >I can admit it now
    >In a land of snakes, crocs, and platypi, All I didn’t fear.
    > I am finally scared
    >Scared of Fluttershy
    >Scared of the flutter-rape
    >even now I can hear her ask
    >Through the 3 foot steel door.
    >In her whisper quiet voice.
    Is genocide your fetish?