Discord has done some pretty nasty things in his life, but now he's seen somepony--or something, that takes the cake and cranks up his chaos beyond what even he thinks is acceptable. Even a reality-bending dragonequus has his limits...and what he's seen far exceeds said limit.

Written in thirty minutes at two o'clock in the morning as a means to vent. I'm not really sure if any of it turned out right.

UPDATE:
After recent events, Discord reflects once more on the beings of chaos that he examined a year earlier...

This one was written because a friend asked me to do it.