
The Line
What lines will you cross to defend yourself? In a ruined Equestria, one stallion looks for the answer.
It's been a while since I was relaxed. I can hear their moans, their cries for blood, outside my door. I was able to barricade it with a few planks of wood, but I can hear them splinter. I figured that I'd write down my last few words here...a bit of an obituary. These are my final words.

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