Deep below the surface of Equestria, far beyond the reach of most living beings, is a secret mobile facility, tunneling its way underhoof the many ponies miles above. Known only as the Cutting Room Floor, it is a machine dedicated to one thing, and one thing only: Rejects. The bits of narrative that don’t make the cut, the tales of woeful incompetence that are burned in piles, the articles that get turned away from the Equestria Daily newspaper in Canterlot; all of these are processed by those that crew the CRF, and archived away in their infinite database to lie in obscurity…

Usually secluded from the rest of Equestria by a comfortable two miles of rocky separation, the crew busily go about their tasks with sorting away the trash for the Archives. Having nothing else better to do, these brave individuals seek to better the land of Equestria—by eliminating the menace known as terrible writing. At least, that’s what their supposed intention is meant to be; that doesn’t mean they do a good job of it at all, or even stick to that one task for more than a minute.

These are the stories of the poor souls who crew this vehicle of rejected literature. And they get through it all… with snark.