Milk, breakfast cereal, and existential hell

Ash to ash, dust to dust.

Wings are feeble, feathers are brittle. But yet it takes so much to fly.

Purpose and meaning are not to be found in the laws of nature. It is our destiny to create them. We are the architects of our future.

Pinkie, you should be going to sleep.

When you lose something worth living for, you get something worth dying for.

Chromosome's scraps and gubbins. Don't expect much.

Here in the White Box, the lights hurt my eyes.

It's time for the Crusaders to learn what it's like in the real world. Their task? Get a job!

A tale of Vinyl Scratches' journey to becoming the renown DJ-P0N3.