FRUITANON'S GAUNTLET GREEN #1
 
>A Long time ago…
 
>In a Place not that far away..
 
>Heroes from across the stars joined ranks, to defeat the evil once and for all.
 
>And this, is the continuation, of their epic journey.
 
 
>’HEAL! HEAL!HEAL! HEAL!’
>A man with a Bowl of fruit covering his head runs around in circles, inside a narrow hole filled with water, streaming from the sides, running away from about a dozen Vampire Fruit bats.
>A nearly naked man, Dressed only in underwear and a horse mask runs around, Bashing skeletons from assorted sides.
>’Someone wanna help Fruity!?’
>The man in the waterfall continues screaming
>’DUBS! SAVE ME!’
>A robotic bear runs into the water, shooing the bats away like pigeons from a piece of bread.
>’Thank Bateman. Fazfuck is here.’
>’Get your Cherry covered ass out here and help take out the Maniac!’
>By that time, there were Several Green Haired, Latex wearing Horses, swinging around from the top of the building, Firing lasers from hairsprays.
>A Robotic rabbit Screams like a Child, being slowly pulled in and upwards by one stray lock of hair.
>Across the Field, Calvin was chucking Smartphone bombs at Multiple Family Ceo Tower Archives, only to have them divide every hit.
>Then, a pony by the name of useless stepped in, a small, Autistic Flightless Chikun behind him.
>’Ok Scootaloo, Be Careful-’
>He was interrupted by the Fruit man taking the Chikun, using it as a blunt force weapon against the Manics.
>The Robotic, Corpse bunny takes the moment to flee, faceplanting inside the water.
>Today was a *Death By Lawsman* kind of day.
 
FRUITANON'S GAUNTLET GREEN #2
 
>Once upon a time, a handful of mysterious creatures fought an onslaught of beasts of unknown origin.
>This is their legendary story.
 
>"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, CAN I GET AN /inv IN HERE?"
>A random pony yells from a room just recently opened.
>Suddenly, a brown robotic bear does a barrel roll into the room, taking out a crazy skeleton.
>"We lost the ability to get an /inv at wave 30, remember?"
>The pony looks down, and gets the memory into his head.
>"Oh, yeah."
>"JT, you're a faggot."
>"...I know."
>An explosion in another room interrupts their conversation.
>"God damn it, another KnightSavant? We just faced four on wave 46!"
>The animatronic runs out to help his friends, only to have to do a double take.
>Calvin and The Manhorse are taking out another few dozen crystal skeletons, Useless is off riding on the back of a mini Vinyl Scratch (with a modified tennis racket in one hand and some sort of strange bomb in the other), and NewFag in the other area screaming how this is worse than Floor 25.
>The bear sheds a single tear, the sound of another wave filled with probably more giant skeletons and tower archives starting.
>Everyone here has lost all hope of sanity at least sixteen waves ago, and all hopes of this ending were quickly dismissed of the sounds of more bosses teaming up and screeching war cries.
>"It."
>Twenty giant skeletons swarm into the room they spawned in, only to be blown up by more weird makeshift bombs.
>"Never."
>Eight Muscle Men and six Mandoponies follow shortly after, enraged fighting coming from both sides.
>"Ends."
>The CEO's of Discovery Family took their final hits, only to be replaced by double the amount.
>And then another wave started.
>Then another.
>Then another.
>Then another.
 
 
FRUITANON'S GAUNTLET EPILOGUE
 
>Find Armor Upgrades.
 
>Find Armor Upgrades.
 
>Find Armor Upgrades.
 
>Find Ar- OH SHIT! HEAL HEAL!
 
>The Fruitbowl based man runs away screaming, from some form of three headed Animal- Human-Centipede, While cursing to someone by the name of *Lawsman*.
 
>He Dives into the Waterfall, Doing nothing but drinking the water.
 
>A Pony rushes into the waterfall as well, engulfed in flames.
 
>’Fruity! You’re already at Full HP!’ he exclaims to the Bowl.
 
>’ I Fucking said heal. I Will continue untill I wish not to, Calvin.’
 
>You’re a fucking faggot, Fruitshit!’
 
>’Fine…..’
 
>*Fruity* rushes back onto the field, Grabbing his sword and shield, engaging the Beast in combat.
 
>The Scene around him is Hell.
 
>6 crazy Skeletons are Kicking the corpse of Newfag, While another 4 Fedora-Rais Poke the severed head of Manhorse, Unsure what to do.
 
>And as always, there was Useless, sitting in a corner being well….Useless.
 
>He severs the Head of the beast, Only for it to be replaced by Solid Metal, and Family CEO.
 
>He Pulls an Egg out of his chest, Gluing a tiny little Sombrero and Mustache to it.
 
>The Egg speaks in rapid spanish, Causing the Beasts heads to explode from the sheer amount of Intelligence being poured into it.
 
>’Thanks Eggy.’
 
>’Sí Fruitanon , pero yo estaría más preocupado por su *Waifu* intentar disenbowl usted.’
 
>The Fruitman turns around, just in time to see a Fully Mechanized Twilight Sparkle pin him to the ground.
>’-95 HP’ Says a Disembodied voice from above.
>Oh come on Lawsman!’
>’Fuck you, faggot.’
>Calvin was Still drinking water, a look on his face with a saying that he was trying to re-comprehend Life.
>The rest of the Bunch were sitting together, Placing bets on who would win.
>’5 Bucks says Fruity dies from rape!’
>’10 Says he would enjoy it that way.’
>’I’m getting his Sword!’
>The Fruity Tooty stand up, Picking up the Twilight Bot with him.
>’Know what? Fuck all of you, I’m done.'
>The disembodied voice from before speaks up again
>’Y...You can’t just leave the Gauntlet!!’
>’Watch me!’
>The Twilight struggles in the grip, eventually giving up, and Submitting to fate.
>Fruitanon Punches at the wall, the walls sliding open to reveal an Elevator.
>’Fuck you! Fuck You! And DEFINITELY Fuck you!’
>He proceeds to give everything in the room a middle finger, the elevator doors slowly closing before him.
>’W-What are we going to do on the Floor, Stranger~?’ The robot asks.
>’Weren’t you trying to kill me? Whatever. And maybe later.’
>And so, Fruitanon Started his adventures, with the Sexually Orientated Death bot.
 
 
 
FRUITANON'S /MLP/ TOWER ENDING
 
>As the Truss beneath them crumbles, The heroes fall into the Bottomless pit, Evil finally defeated, and peace brought to the Towers.
>But at What cost?
>This is the Beginning. Of the End.
 
 
>?1 ’-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
>?2 ’Holy CRAP This goes on forever...’
>?3 ’Shut up Fruity!’
>?4’He’s just trying to remain positive.’
>?1 ’He's Holding the corpse of a horse!’
>Fruitanon: ’Hey, Theres Nothing wrong with Twily...’
>?1 ’HE FUCKING NAMED IT NOW!’
>?1’Shut up Freddy...’
>Freddy: ‘Fine Calvin..’
>?1 ‘Hey guys, you see that...White Glowing thing in front of us?’
>Freddy: ‘Yeah. Hey Fruity! stop fucking the Horse! We’re coming to a sudden stop!’
>Calvin: ‘Hang on to your asses, Folks! That means you Springtrap!’
>The Group make an impact onto a mound of...Plush Family CEOs?
>They make haste to take in their surroundings, to find a room filled with Cobblestone, Blood, and Moss.
>But the most noticeable thing….was the Sign above a doorway, Stating words in bold lettering that would forever be dug into their minds.
>The Ride Never ends! Welcome to /Mlp/ Dungeon!
 
 
 
 
MANHORSE'S GAUNTLET EPILOGUE
 
>A lonely, cold nippled creature walks down the path to hell.
>Well, I died.
>God damn it.
>I mean, I guess I deserved it, considering I was on /mlp/ for the past few days straight and let my robot do everything for me.
>But still, shit.
>Dying.
>I make my way down to the gates of hell, where I see Satan himself.
>To be honest, I can do nothing but look down at his mighty glare.
>"Good job, fucktard."
>The gates to infinite pain open as I walk through, but suddenly I hear a voice.
>The most irritating, most shitty voice I've ever met in my short existence.
>It appears that Satan hears such a voice, too.
>"My leige, your job is not yet completed. The little bitch is still alive," said the devil with irritation in his voice.
"But sir, I'm shredded."
>He grabs a fedora-rai and shoves some meat into my broken crevices.
>"Now go fix everything and return autism to at least a below average level again."
"Oh, but of course, sir, I will no doubt PSYCH, I AIN'T DOING SHIT!"
>Somewhere, the crowd of Supa Hot Fire fans scream in pure euphoria.
>I wake up on a floor, a shard of flying lantern inside of me.
"GET FUCKED, SATAN!"
>This seems to alert the attention of the surviving members of the gauntlet.
"Fuck all your shits, I'm leaving this place."
>I proceed to give a special middle finger to everyone in the room.
>"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and...
>I throw both of my arms to the ceiling, signaling to the mysterious forces that keep dropping these fucking enemies.
"FUCK YOUUUUUUU!"
>The elevator door opens.
>Guess even the tower itself wants me out.
>Fuck it, I'm good with it.
"Well fags, this is it, I guess. Remember to not fuck your shit up."
>I walk in and the door starts to close.
"See you all in the dungeon!"
>The door closes.
>It's time.
>My form can't handle the bullshit pressed onto me.
>The hands of my body start to morph, changing me completely.
>Let's hope the years are kinder to this one.
>...
>My head hurts.
>I look up to find the door is open, leading to the unknown.
>Well, the group won't be needing the elevator anytime soon.
>I open up the panel to look at the wiring.
>Let's see, change this here and cross these three here...
>Fantastic, it's a spaceship now!
>I need a power source, however.
>Looking around, I try and look for a power source to put into the wires, but I find nothing.
>Maybe I have something actually on me.
>Surprisingly, I do.
>A single, tiny, medal.
>Well, might as well stick it riiight here.
>...
>Nothing happ--
>Suddenly, the elevator bursts out of the tower, being fed more energy than a factory.
"WOAH-HO-HO!"
>I really couldn't do anything but enjoy the ride.
>No, literally, I was thrown so far back I couldn't move.
>After the initial blast, I feel it stop.
>Opening the door, I see an incredible sight.
>The elevator is floating right at the edge of the atmosphere, allowing me to see the outline of the planet.
>It's absolutely incredible.
>But, there's no time to waste!
>There are cosmos to see, moons to navigate, adventure to be had!
>I press random elevator buttons to give coordinates, and I feel the elevator burst into the air.
>Wherever I go, whatever I'll see, I'm sure it'll be brilliant.
"For all that is defined and undefined! For the freedom given and provided to all!"
>The machine flies, leaving a marvelous path of sparkles behind it.
"To the legend of the Manhorse!"
 
 
 
JT'S GAUNTLET EPILOGUE (WIP)
 
“UNLEASH THE DEW RIPPLE! AHAHA YES! FEAR ME! DO THE DEW!
>Suddenly I'm interrupted from my current antics by a cold pressure on my neck.
>I slowly look to my left to see a crystalline grinning sp00py skeleton staring at me with its cold, empty eye socket
“Ah, fu-”
>It snaps its hand back and everything fades to black
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEQnzs8wl6E [Embed]
“Hello? Guys? Fruity pebbles? My boy, Calvin? Hell, is Scootaloo here?”
>”I wouldn't say that here” Said an annoying, tomboyish, prepubescent voice to my left
>I breathe a silent curse and turn to face my own personal hell. Scootaloo.
>”Aww hey JT! What's the matter? Oh you're confused I get it! You're dead!”
“Scootagay, what happened to your... facial region?”
>Her fucking face was gone. And not just gone, it took about three quarters of her neck with it. It was split at one end, and blood was still spurting from the stump.
>She looked like a really morbid fountain, dreamed up by Hanibal Lector or someone worse. Like, Jared Fogle bad.
>”C'mon JT, you remember what happened! I killed myself with an M-80 to the face!
“Oh yeah.”
>”Well come with me! There's someone who needs to see you.”
“Whatever, Scoots. Just shut up while you take me there please.”
>”Okay! Hey you remember that time when we caught fruitanon masturbating with that avacado? That was so-”
>Goddamnit
1/?
 
>”And then useless was useless! I'm glad everyone likes me though. Unlike freddy, always telling me to inhale things. I don't really like him I-”
>That's it. I've had enough of this shit.
“Scootaloo?”
>”Yeah JT?”
“What the fuck do you think shut up means”
>”I dunno! Everyone keeps saying it to me though, it must mean something real cool!”
“I don't even know how to respond to that. So who are we going to see anyways.”
>”Oh no one important, just Lucy.”
>Who the fuck is Lucy?
“Scoots who the hell is Lucy?”
>”He's one of my bestest friends! I think he really likes me! He tells me to shut up almost constantly.”
“He? Lucy is a he?”
>”Well I just call him Lucy. He prefers other names.”
>Okay. I think I know where this is going.
“Scootaloo, what does he go by usually?”
>”Jeff. Why?”
>Jeff. Well looks like I dodged a bullet there.
“No reason. So why do I have to go see Jeff?”
>”He has to pen you in for an audience with Satan!”
“WHAT?!
>”Ya know, Lucifer, the Father of Lies, Prince of Darkness. I think he has multiple personality disorder”
>Fug me
2/?
 
>I wonder if they have Aleve in hell. Because this bitch is giving me a headache.
“Scootaloo how the fuck are you even able to talk at all? You don't even have a fucking face!”
>”Dunno! I really like talking to you JT! Like, Really like it...”
“OH, NO! GET THIS BITCH AWAY FROM ME! FUCKING NOPE. SOMEONE TAKE ME TO THE DEVIL! OH JESUS LET ME OFF THE RIDE!”
>I took off sprinting in the direction she was heading, hoping to run into something that will kill me.
>But wait. I'm already dead. Oh god the ride really doesn't end!
>As I rounded the top of the hill, I saw several spires in the distance.
>They towered up, as far as I could see, until they vanished into the top of hell itself.
>I walked towards them, preparing my anus for what was ahead for me.
>When I entered the doors, the first thing I noticed was how cool it was in here. I mean, this was hell, was it not supposed to be hot as Hell?
>I looked around what looked to me like a reception room for a hotel, only it had a slight red tinge to it.
>I guess so you remembered you were in Hell.
>I walked up to the she demon doing work at the desk and waved a greeting at her.
>”Hi welcome to /mlp/ tower, Hell department how may I help you?
“Uhh, hi, I'm JT? I understand Jeff wanted to see me about a meeting with Satan?
>As if on queue the ceiling rumbled and little lightning bolts shot out.
>”Ah yes, JT, Satan-”
>More rumblies
>”Has been expecting you. You'll meet Jeff on floor 13, Satan on floor-
“Let me guess, 666?”
>”No, floor 30. Honestly some people.” And with that, she was lost back to her work.
“Well here goes nothing.”
>I stepped into the elevator and pushed the “10” button.
>Suddenly I heard an explosion resonate through the second elevator shaft, and something shatter the ceiling of the tower. That was fucking odd
3/?
 
>Finally the elevator bings, and the doors open to reveal what I can only describe as a newspaper editor's office
>On the desk in the center of the room were several stacks of papers, a picture of a family of demons, and an exclusive copy of “She demons gone wild IV”
>Kinky
>There appears to be a denizen of the dark “Resting his eyes”, a pair of tissues in his hand. Hey is that lotion I see on the desk?
“Uh, I'm here to make an appointment with Satan
>[Rumbling Intensifies]
>”Oh mother of Satan-”
>RUMBLIES
>”What the hell?!”
>The tissue flies out of his hands and hits me in the nose. That's odd, it's damp. Was he crying?
“Are you okay?”
>”Uhh YES, yes I am. Don't tell my boss. Please?”
“Sure, I guess. Anyways about that appointment I mentioned...
>Ohhh yes, JT, I presume?
“That's me.”
>Ah yes, I have your file right here. Tower Participant, Gauntlet Champion, Massive Faggot.”
“Excuse me?”
>”Oh it's nothing. Anyways, Satan-”
>These rumbles are starting to get difficult to describe in different ways
>”Wishes to speak with you. I can make you an appointment for, how's 4 o'clock?
“Sound's good I guess.”
>”Excellent. And hey thanks for being so cool about... this,” he says as he waves his hands over the desk.
“Err, no problem.”
>Man this guy is weird. Who gets this nervous about crying a bit?
>”You can wait in the guest chair.”
“Thanks”
>I walk to a big red chair and sit down
>Holy fuck it's soft.
>I guess it won't hurt to take a little nap.
>After all, I did die today...
 
 
4/?
 
>”Hey...”
>What the fuck was that
>”Hey, you”
>Goddamnit
“What?”
>”You're going to miss your meeting.”
>The fuck is that supposed to mean?
>Wait my meeting!
“Oh fuck!”
>I jumped out of the chair and asked him how long I slept
>He looks down at his watch
>”Around 4 hours.”
“4 hours?! Shit!”
>I leaped up and sprinted into the elevator!
“KTHANKSBYE”
>The doors closed and separated me from the work demon.
“Okay now what floor was Satan-”
>Violent ass rumblings
“On. Shit. Probably 666.”
>I hit the button, and the elevator shoots up.
>There seems to be a shitty One Direction song on. Heh, no doubt the Devil's favorite band.
>The “bing” noise goes off again and the doors slide open
>The scene in front of me is oddly familiar.
>Hey look, all my buddies from the gauntlet!
>There's fruitanon, sitting under the water fall eating grapes
>There's Calvin, mercilessly beating the shit out of a sethisto
>Hey, look, Freddy and Springtrap fucking up a KnightSavant. Aww, teamwork!
>Useless of course, stuck in a brick box being useless
>And mikrokek KO'd on the floor, mumbling something about “fuck you OP”, and “Gimme some dubs”
>And there's my corpse, throat slit, laying in a pool of my own blood.
>Nice.
>Everyone, including the enemies stops what they're doing and looks over in my direction.
“Hey guys. What's up. Wrong floor, can you believe it? Yeah, forgot which floor Satan was on.”
5/?
 
>Fruitanon looks at me with half a grape stem hanging out of his mouth, and speaks
>”Hey JT, didn't you die? Like, in a horrible, bloody mess?”
“Hah, yeah. Funny story. Anyways I'm not supposed to be here right now, but as long as I am, I'll just say hi to you guys.”
>Everyone looks at my corpse, and then looks back to me
>”Uh, hi.” Says Calvin, the Sethisto squirming out from under him.
“Oh, watch it, he's getting away!”
>The sethisto wiggles out from under Calvin and immediately turns on him
>Calvin tries to fight back but the sethisto rips his throat out before he has time.
>I wonder how his story will go.
“Anyways, I gotta get going, see you guys later. Oh, and you too OP.”
>A thunderous voice floats down from the ceiling and says “Bye JT. 5 ANON PONES LEFT IN THE GAUNTLET.”
>And with that, the elevator doors close.
>What a colorful bunch of characters those guys are
 
>After going back to /mlp/ tower's hell department and getting the correct floor, I enter the elevator and punch the 30 button.
>Now that I notice it, this button panel is fucking huge.
>It's got over 666 buttons.
>The highest one I can find is [spoiler]1337[/spoiler]
>Suddenly, the elevator makes a noise and the doors slide open.
>In front of me is a burning field, with poor souls stuck there, screaming in eternal agony.
>Eh, to be expected I guess.
“Ay, Satan”
>RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE
“Where are you my main man. Heard you wanted to see me.”
>”WHAT?! You did WHAT?! Lawsmen I gave you one Fucking job. ONE JOB! NOT TWO! WHO TOLD YOU IT WAS OKAY TO START ANOTHER FUCKING- Oh hello JT, I was just speaking to my friend, you may have heard of him. His name is Lawsman, OP at work.”
>I cannot believe what I see in front of me.
>Before me stands A massive red demon, with 2 horns and a pitchfork.
>Isn't it odd that that's not what I found odd?
>But standing before Satan, cowers a shriveling nerd, duck taped glasses, pocket protector bow tie and all, and on the underwear sticking out the back, loosened by years of wedgies for lunch money, is the name Lawsman, OP at work, stitched into the waist band.
 
>I take another look at the walking scoliosis that is Lawsman, and burst out laughing
“This guy? This is the guy that's been making us fight all this shit? Fucking priceless.”
>Satan smiles and responds.
>”Yep. Got his soul for that shit too. Who sells their soul so they can make a fucking tower with skeletons in it?”
>Lawsman just sits there and puts. Then he pushes up his glasses and speaks to Satan
>”Well... it was fun. Shut up Satan.”
>Satan snaps his head in Lawsman's direction and snarls.
>”Who the fuck said you could speak, Faggot?!”
>OP realizes his mistake, but far too late, and as his eyes well up with tears of regret, Lucifer picks him up by the scruff of his neck, and eats him whole.
>Thatescalatedquickly.jpg
“So... Lawsman's dead now? What about the dungeon?
>”Ah, don't worry. We have warehouses full of these guys. Meet Lawsman, OP at work the second.
>A man with greased back hair and a leather jacket walks up to us, points his fingers at me and goes “Eyy.”
“lmao.”
>He looks at me weird and then walks into a room labeled, “/MLP T?o?w?e?r?  DUNGEON OPERATION ROOM” and shuts the door.
>Huh. I kind of always figured this place was based in Hell.
 
“So, Mr. Prince of darkness sir, what did you want to see me about?”
>”Oh. Well we were gonna have this huge “The Ride Has Ended” party, but Fagsman over there ruined that by making a sequel. I wanted you and the other AnonPones to speak, so I pulled you down here to hell to talk to you about it.”
“So you mean I don't belong in hell? Sweet.”
>”What? Oh, no, you totally belong in hell. Do you know how many fucking things you killed in the tower? No amount of kissing ass to the big guy [spoiler]4U[/spoiler] Is gonna get you out of hell.”
”Oh. So now that there's no party, are you gonna like, torture me? This is Hell right?”
>”Oh goodness no. Not yet at least. We need to keep you alive for the dungeon. But for now, let me give you something for your trouble. Follow me.”
>I follow The Devil until he leads me to a small building. It looks like a skyscraper, only smaller.
>Several of the windows are drawn, but I can see light shining through the shades.
>”This is Hotel Hell. You may have heard of it, Gordon Ramsey stays here once in a while.”
“Gordon Ramsey visits Hell?”
>”Well I should hope so. He's my grandson. You think anyone else but the grandson of Satan himself would have an aneurysm at someone because they overcooked the scallops, you donkey?”
>Good point
 
>”Well come in, come in, wipe your shoes though, Lorraine gets angry if you leave tracks.”
>I wipe my shoes on the mat in front of the doorway, watching as Satan douses his fiery hooves in a bucket of water set out specifically for him.
>Satan finishes dousing his hooves, steps out of the bucket, and addresses me.
>”Okay, see that demoness over there behind the desk? She's Lorraine. She'll show you to your room.”
“Okay, thanks, Father of Lies!”
>”No problem my man. Have fun with your present.”
>With that he steps out of the room, snickering to himself.
>”I'm sure you will.”
>How unusual.
>I turned and looked back at Lorraine.
>She had her hair tied back in a bun, and was wearing those typical old lady glasses with the little chains going around her neck.
>She had a navy blue suit on and was tapping away at a computer when I walked to the desk.
>Just before I got there I could hear her mumbling to herself.
>”Fucking faggots, what kind of YLYL is this? Shit's not even funny.”
>I decided to say something before it got real awkward.
“Uhh. Hello? Satan told me you'd give me a room?”
>That's odd. I guess the rumbling stops if you meet him in person.
>”Jesus Christ, fine.”
>Were you even allowed to say that in Hell?
>”Name?”
“JT.”
>”Waifu?”
“Excuse me?”
>She looks away from her computer to glare at me and says “You heard me faggot. Who's your waifu?”
“Um, Rarity.”
>She looks back to her computer, muttering about my shit taste in pastel horses, mashes a couple of keys, and hits the enter button hard.
>”Alright loser. Here's your card. You're room 88 [spoiler]Get it? Like my trip? Ayy lmao[/spoiler]
>She hands me a keycard.
>”Don't lose it, Asswipe.”
>I decide I've had enough of her shit and give her a taste of her own medicine.
“Thanks, Jerkoff.”
>She looks up at me with a smile on her face.
>”I like you now. You and that guy with the fruit bowl on his head. Wierd faggot but he can dish the insults out, I tell you what.”
>Fruitanon's here?
“Thanks, I guess.”
>”Whatever, fag.”
>Fuck you too lady.
 
 
JT'S /MLP/ TOWER ENDING
 
>And with that, all ten participants of the gauntlet grow to immeasurable sizes, and become the gods of the tower, overseeing all, forgetting nothing, and, most importantly, making sure the ride never ends
 
USELESS'S /MLP/ TOWER ENDING
 
>we keep falling deeper into the abyss
>so deep that light can't even reach
>gradually our descent slow until we are floating
>lights start to come up from no distinctive direction
>a solid ground grows under us
>before long we find ourselves in dungeon
>maniacal laughter fill the room
>"You'll never be rid of us"
>and the adventure continues