Pony Floor

So anyway bros, I would like to thank the people who disliked and commented on the Unfunny Version. I feel so warm and tingly on the inside now. I will now write a worse version of the story in hopes of wasting your time :D

Once upon a time in some magical muh fuckin land called Killing Floor, a british soldier was grabbed by an african american Patriarch. The Patriarch spoke in a deep, booming voice filled with pure rage and semen, “Yo home boy, yo betta listen up mang. Ima keel ya.” The horrified soldier merely responded with a “I want drugs! NOW!” With that, the discriminated against Patriarch blew away the soldier with his chain gun, and triumphantly stomped off to go hide in some trash can, waiting for the next batch of soldiers to mug.

Now, earlier today in the less magical land of Equestria, we have Princess Mollestia. She is currently occupied by doing some awful, unspeakable things to Pipsqueak the gagged and tied pirate. Mollestia has forgotten to cast a plot device spell on a plot device portal. Because of this, 6 lesbian cartoon horses have been launched into the video game called Killing Floor.

So here we are, with the 6 gays, in Killing Floor. A specimen has just appeared and is getting fucked by one a dem hurses. When I say fucked, I don’t mean it in a sexual way. When I say fucked, I mean anything other than something sexual.

After a few rounds of shit spewing and pistol firing, the ponies lose their temper with the trader and decide to kill her and take all the guns. With their new M32s and AA12s they leave the trader’s bullet riddled, shit spewed corpse.

The black Patriarch approaches, and a mighty battle ensues. In the end the blackenstein came out victorious. The ponies rage quit, turning off their computers and going out for ice cream.

When I say ice cream, I mean it in a sexual way, whatever that means. Now go fuck yourself.

No man, I mean seriously, go fuck yourself.