So who is this Vitty O’ Gayme, that you speak of, foal?" Luna asked.
“Not ‘Vitty O’ Gayme’, silly, video game!" Pinkie replied, "Here, I’ve already uploaded it for you.”
“So I gaze upon this mystical window of light?” Luna asked.
“Yeah, I guess you do ‘gaze upon Windows’ huh…" Pinkie remarked, making a lousy pun.
“So now what is supposed to occur, young one?” Luna wondered
“All you have to do is press those arrow buttons with your hoof…" Pinkie explained, "Here, I’ll show you…up, down, left, right, all around, hold tight, jumpy, jumpy, jumpy!”
Pinkie mashed the computer's directional buttons with her hoof. True to form, the little onscreen virtual "Luna" obeyed her commands.
“A window to another world!" Luna observed, "Do I perceive myself upon the screen?”
“That’s you alright, Luna-tuna!" Pinkie chirped, "Now you try it!”
Luna began tapping the buttons with her own hoof, first with some difficulty, but after a few minutes she seemed to be in control.
*tap* *tap* *tap* “Astounding! The ‘me’ within the screen responds to my suggestions as I press upon these keys." Luna said, "How is such a thing even possible?”
“All the nerdy-herdys that’ve been workin’ on this since forever, I suppose.” Pinkie surmised.
“So this is a ‘vitty o’ gayme’…although…I must say I feel rather uṇ̹co̰͕̤͚̤m̪̩̠̲͎̠̜fo̳̗rt̼͇ͅa͖͕͎b͎̥l̥e̫͍͖̰̺…" why does the being on the screen resemble myself…”
“She is you, silly-willy. She…is…you…”
“Whatever do you mean, Pinkamena?" Luna said, "That is your name, correct?”
“All my friends call me ‘Pinkie Pie’! Most of them, anyways…”
“Oh, it would appear as if I made my ‘other self’ fall into a pit…I cannot seem to leap back out from it…”
Other self….other self….other….self….Luna said.
“AHHHHH!!! What is that foul creature?!!”
*giggle* *snort* *giggle* “Fooled you! Fooled you! Stick your head in mule doo!”
“That was a cruel trick, child! Worse than your antics on Nightmare Night!”
Nightmare...night….night…mare…night…
“Oh, c’mon, it was just a joke! You should’ve seen the look on your face!” Pinkie said.
“The look…on my f͜ac̸e? ͘H̀m͟m…͜.”
̨ “̧AHHHH!! I҉t͝’s͏ ̕N̢igh̕t͜m̛a͝re Moon! ̸Ru͡n̡!͏!͜”
*laugh* “Who frightens who, now Pinkie?" Luna said with a laugn, "Wait? Where are you going? I can change right back. I can…”
“Something is not right…I cannot seem to…that foul creature…upon the screen…it looks almost like…”
“Pinkie! Pinkamena! Where are you?”
“Ahh! Nighmare Moon! Stay away!”
“Please…do not be afraid…you have seen this appearance before…you like being scared…remember?”
“I’ve never seen you like that before! Have a looky…”
To invoke the hi“Pinkie! Pinkamena! Where are you?”
“Ahh! Nighmare Moon! Stay away!”
“Please…do not be afraid…you have seen this appearance before…you like being scared…remember?”
“I’ve never seen you like that before! Have a looky…”
“What are you talking about? Let me see that mirror…my teeth? What happened to my teeth?”
“I don’t know, but they look sharper than a dragon at Colgate’s.”
“Clearly there is something amiss…can you find my sister?" Luna said, "Go find Celestia!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Luna…” Pinkie replied.
“Why not?” Luna asked.
“Not Pinkie…….Nightmare…” replied.
“Oh no…” Luna whispered.
mind representing chaos.
Invoking the feeling of chaos.
Without order.
“Miss me, luney-wuney?” Pinkie replied.
“Pinkie? What art thou doing? Your face…your eyes?! The creature in the window! Step back, foal!! Your princess commands you! STEP BACK!! NO!!!!”
“Pinkie? What art thou doing? Your face…your eyes?! The creature in the window! Step back, foal!! Your princess commands you! STEP BACK!! NO!!!!”
Nezperdian hive-mind.
He who Waits Behind The Wall.!
The entire room is filled with Pinkieeeeeeeee
In a throne rom, Celesia and Luna met, because Luna did something bad.
****
“Luna….I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…" Celesia said, "I have no other choice…”.........ad/.das/.ads/.asd/.ads/;as/,./a
“I understand, sister…" Luna said, Luna said, .I under….” *weep *\
*weep * “I just don’t understand it…how could Nightmare Moon…” *weep* Luna said.
“Guards…give us a moment…leave us in peace…” Celesia said.
The guards left the room
*bawl* “Poor Pinkie…how could I have been so…how could I have…” Luna balled.
“Let’s just…let’s just…get this over with…” *weep* Celesia said.
“For the…for the crime of ponyslaughter…and for the safety of yourself and others…I hereby banish you…Princess Luna…to…” *bawl* “I can’t even…bring myself…to say it again…”
“Princess Celestia! Princess Celestia! Wait!” said Twispark.
Twilight sparkle rtaice raced into room...
“Twilight? Twilight Sparkle? Whatever are you doing here?” Celtia asked.
“I’ve been doing some research! Nightmare Moon isn’t responsible for this at all?”
“She isn’t? Then who is?”
“Zalgo…<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
“Zalgo? Who’s Zalgo?” Celesa said.
“He comes….” said guard.
said guard said guard said gauarrd.
“̕Z͡҉ál̢͠g͞o̷?̸̧ ҉W̢͞ho͟’͘͜͟s҉҉ ͢Z̡a͟l͝g̸̕o҉҉͞?”̸̧͘ Ce̡̕͡l̢͡ésa̡ s͞a͢i͢͠d̕͢.
̕ ̀͞“̵H͘̕͘e̷ c̶̨̨ò̡́m҉e̡͞s̸͘͜…̛.̶͞”͏͞ s̸̸a̡͘͠i̶͠d̵̴ ͠g̀͜u̴͡ą̵r̡̛d̴.҉̛
̵̕s̷͠a͡͡i͠d͝ ̷̧gù̕͝a̢͠r̕͡d́ ̢͠s̨a̸͟i͏d̸̨͝ ̸g̵͞u̷a͢r̷d ş̛á͢í͘d̢ g͘a̶҉̶ư̛ár҉̵r̡͢d̴̨͠.̛
̶͡
̗̰̳̻͇̯̋̏ͭ̅ͬ̐̊Z̨͎̙̙̞͛̈͘ͅă̸̧̦̞ͯͬͨ͐͐͒͆l̴̨͈̠̺͇͎͊́͋̾͂̒̑ͧ͟ͅg͊҉̢͙͕̟̯̠͉̟o̶̥̜̳͖̗̥ͭ͋̍̍?̷̼̻̟̦̥͗ͩ͋̂ͥ̃̊ͧ͊͠ ̞̗̺͉͇͐ͧͭ̂ͯ͊͠W̩̠͖̍̏͢h̴̸̬̭̗̠͚͙̾̂̿̈́ͬ̇̓̅o̤̟̊ͯ͟͝’͂ͯ̈̈́͐͠͏̞̮̠̞s̛̗̝͕̤̟̀̎ͥ͒̅ͣͥ̎ ̧̛̝̄̿̅̎̋̽Z͙͖̫̩͕̰̻̽͌̈́ͥ̒̂̀͡͞ą̫͖̦̗͇̎͛ͧ̀̚l̰̠̾̈ͨ̽ͧ̽͐ͅg͔̲̮̺͇͚̀̂͠ò͔͓̂ͮͨ̚͘͞?̱̘ͥ̍͋̍ͅ”̶̳̼͈͓̝͎̼ͦͥ̆͗
̯̲͙̘͗ ͩ͗̅͒̐̎͏͇̺̩͖͢͠“̻̑̈́́H̷͚͇ͦ̓̍͒̃ͧ̀ĕ̢̙͈̬̲̯̣̹̟ͯͭͨ̉̉̀ ͒ͤ̓̋̐̅ͬ̍͞͏͚̠͈͘c̷̴̹̲͎̜̩̫͍̙̽̄̓ͨ͞ơ̢̝̪ͦ̌̐̂m̯̠̗̻̓̾̓̌̕ẻ̖̬̳ͨ̐͟ͅs̢̫̫̘͔͇ͦ̇͗ͯͮͮͯ̓…̟̠̬̝̙̘͗͋̇̀̀ͅ.͍̠͋͛̃́”̛̦͍̺̳͔͛̆͊͜
̱̙̜̣̼̪̗̈́͟͡
Zalgo? W
ho’s Zalgo?”
“He comes….”
̴͚̺͖͓̖̮̞̜̝̟͍̳̔ͧͮ̀̓̋̐͋̂ͫͪͣ̊͘
̷̢͖͍͖̟̰̤̣̞̗͚̪͈̝̇̑́̐͂ͤͨͧ̇̔̚͝ͅZ̭̘̼͕̤̻ͧ̊̌ͬͧ͌͒ͧͨͥ̑͡ả̶̯̙̥̱̳͚̺̤̺͖̞͔̬̜̙̤̣͓̱ͬͩͩͤ͐ͨ̾̍ͪ́lͦ͑̿̅͛͊̒ͣͩ̄̾͋̊͒҉̛͈͖̼͎̮̱͚̺̩̘̩̺̤͓̼͠g̛̝̠̯̪͚̭̘̿͂ͮ͂͒̒̂ͪͮ̕ơ̯̼̱̞̼̯͖̫̭͇̩̳͗͊̽̑̉̍̀͐͋̾͛̇̃̐̚?̵̡̘̹̫̦̭̰͖͚̗̠̲̭͍̗͖͌̄̄͊͐ͥ́̕ ̶͉̦͇̣̺͉̳̫̹̲̊̔̿̾̿ͦͫ̒ͫ̋̐̃ͣ͐ͪ͡W̶̺̦̮̤͋͂͂̆̒̐̏ͦ̿̿̿ͤͧ̉ͨͨ͌̚͡h̶̠̬͔͍̫̙͍̺̘͗̅ͦ͑̿̕͢͠͞ͅǫ̬̬̣̱͕̰̓͛ͫ̾̓ͧͦ̄̏̇ͫ̏͊̇ͧ͟͠͞’̘͖̭͖̼̭̻̱̥̤̜͇͍ͬ͐̓̏̈̔̎͒ͤͬ̌́̀͢͠s̴̵̡̡̪̫͖̱̦̬̲̱͆͗ͬ͊ͧ̆̋͗ͨ̈̅̉̄̐̚ͅ ̵̡̰̥̪̱̅ͫ̿ͥ̃͌̑͗̋ͫͨ̍̒ͮ͞Z̀ͯ̈̇̔͆̾ͪͯ͋̑͌͒ͥͭ͏̛͖̜̲̘̩̗̥͓͇̣̜͕̙̭̝͔͈̯͎͢ą̡͉͇̟͖͖͎̀͒̒̔̂̍̇̈́́͂͌̂ͧͨ̋̅̋͑̀̀̚͘l̶͉̺̲̰̭͉̳̹̭ͪͨ̂͐̈́ͩͪ̀̂̇ͨ̆͂̋͡ğ̴̵̥͓̝̯̪̭͕̰̞̤͉̻̊̌ͧͯͤ̉̓͐ͦ̌ͩ̈́̂͘͡͠o̷̝͖̖̦̝̟̯ͯ́͑ͤ͋͆̿̎̅̅͒͌ͩ̀?̶̴͙͍̗̱̥̺̪̟̦̖̫̬̳̫͕̭̞̮̖͋ͩ̀ͦ̽͑̋̽̎̉̉ͫ͑ͤ́̚͟͞”̸̨̛̬̘̳̖̻̫̼̣͓̱̺̭̣̭̳̭͖̈́ͨ̉ͮ̌̀ͯ͆̎ͪ̍̓͢
̸̵̝̭̣̹͓̰̽̾̆͊͋̅͊ͪ̿́̕͜ ̿̓̒ͬ̽ͩ̑ͪ͊͗͏̦̞͉̘͉̝̩̩̤̙͖̪̗̘͞͞ͅ“̸̠̺̝͕̣͔̻̹͙̌̑̿̎ͥ̈ͦ̂̌̈̆͆́ͬͣ͝͠͝͞H̢̢̢͙̤͓͙̱͇̹̭̩͆ͬͣ̉ͪ̈́͗̒̆̑̆ͬ̏͋̈́ͧ̽͒ͣ͠ę̛̛̩̜̩̲̲̣͙̙̺͙̤̹̟̥̭̄̾̈ͩ͆͆̂̓ͯͮ̏̊ͩ ̷̡̢͕̯̤̦ͮ̓ͧͥ̆͐ͪ̌́͠ç̸͙͕͔̟̖̦͙̠͔̖͉̱̱̹̹̪̘̞͆͊͑̊̃̒ͥ̎̈́ͥͩ͆̔̏̀̚͞ǫ̡̨̧͕̹̗̫̹̪͎̬̲̟̲͈̣ͯͮ̊ͪͧ̅̒̍ͭ̈̋ͬ͊ͩ́ͧ̍̄͋́m̌̇͆ͥ̚͏̨͏̴̡̙̫͇̲̦̝̼̭̩ͅͅḛ̠̻̩̤̣͍̱̯̪̹̺̫̹̐ͮ̿̆̄̅͛̍ͣͮ́̀͡ş̡̍ͣ͗ͭ̐ͯ͏̳̠̫̗̀…̨̡̙̙̣͙̤̘͔̣̾̃ͫ́͋̒̔̇̔͆͂̋.̎ͥ́̏͌͏̳̹̫̬̩̹̕͟͜”̴̷̪͇̦̹̭̀ͨ̃̅͂ͧ͊ͨ̅̃ͤ͂ͬ̑ͬ̓͠
