Don't Eat The Parasprites!

We have finally escaped from what should have been our tomb, our home of peril to which our ancestors have not been accustomed to. We shall consume this world, for nothing is inedible. Finally, we may eat so much more than the usual tastes which have already been had by those before us, finally we may savor the taste of wood and iron, of bone and meat. Our restricted diet is unchained; we may embrace the world and revel in the act of consumption. Glory be to our race, for we have extended beyond our primitive need to serve and cooperate, we may feed ourselves and those who we have attempted peace with will now be forced to be subservient.

Our elder, though he had succumbed to the acids of the belly of the beast, we must cherish his gift of life to us and that we are born in the providence of cramped and hazardous space, forced to feed upon the scraps of food still rotting and dissolving in his belly. We have certainly earned our feast, and we shall ensure that no more of our species shall be made to suffer under the trotter of these quadrupeds. We must also pay tribute to whatever sorcery or science had permitted our new ability, and our now unlimited capacity to eat. This world is ours.

The body is finished, not a spot left to be found except for the stains left on the sleeping arrangements, this we shall leave for later. For now, we shall consume this building. The glass, so crunchy, it cuts us and hurts us but the pain is so worth the minerals that composes the glass. The wood of the building is particularly delectable, especially the insects that reside in it already feasting before us, they are quite impeccable. We can now hear the many more of our species outside, already getting a start on the rest of this community. We must share with them the knowledge that the very flesh of the creatures of this community is particularly delicious, with its fluids, gooey organs, stringy noodles, tough bones, tangy marrow, and the tough meat for an organic creature.

Yes, this would be quite appealing. As we fly out into the basking glow of the sun we shall let the others know their capabilities. And what other subject would be better than this purple unicorn shouting in the road, clearly crazed and hectic. She shall be our first meal, and she shall be an example to our fellows.

But as we approached, there came the glorious music. Our ancestors had knowledge of such beautiful sounds, and now so do us. Not only shall we cease our assault, but also every one of our species who may hear such follow suit. We follow the sound in an organized line, dancing as we do by bounding along the road in order. Our hunger is subsided, for now we are overwhelmed by the joyous melodies provided by one of the ponies.

This place, this familiar place. It goes by a number of names, the Everfree Forest being the most common. We proceed deeper into this forest, where the sky is turned black by the tops of the trees, where all manner of flora and fauna roam uncontrolled. After quite some travel, it seems that the music has immediately and abruptly ceased. Now, we are left to float aimlessly, observing our surroundings. Hungry, we attempt to eat one of the trees but to no avail, we are returned to the state we once were, our weak forms. The leader of our dance is nowhere in sight. We are alone, in this unfamiliar land.