Slam Dunks

It was a... fucking terrible day in Equestria. Hollows crawling everywhere, feels just like Lordran, eh?

Not really, looks like the ponies are better at teamwork than humans, they fortified the towns, and threw out the hollows.

The unfortunate who were undead weren't thrown out, quite the opposite, they were being checked on, and cared for.

There is no need for MORE hollows, right?

The standing parts of Equestria are Las Pegasus, Cloudsdale, Ponyville, whole Manehattan except for the North part of it, Appleloosa and many, many more.

The countries that got hit the hardest were the harsh countries where people didn't care for eachother, the Griffon Kingdom in the Avian Continent, Minotaur tribes and more.

The only safe place was the great, floating island of Eden. Very few know of its' existence, as it is a place no one wants to leave by themselves, only the criminals are banished, such as Discord who regained his rights to live once again on the Island.

The Magi countries? Those crazies were already looking for a cure, and the more... Insane were already looking for an anti-cure!

Indeed, even after the curse was spread worldwide, this world stay as a candy-bowl, and nothing could change that.

Except for the Trio, Chrysalis, Tirek and Sombra, who were regaining their lost powers.

And Dunkstein and Slamough. Those two can fuck everything over.

Speaking of the devils, a small portal appeared in the Everfree, from which came out Dunkstein.

The portal then stretched out in a comical way and from it came Slamough.

Both of them were tired. As they turned towards the portal, and Dunkstein came over to it to go back to their world, it slammed shut and disappeared.

"So... We're stuck in this Gwyn-forsaken land?" asked Slamough, looking right and left for a way out of the thick forest.

Not like they needed a path, they could just make one.

With a swing of his mighty hammer, Slamough...

...fell over right on his face! He was too tired to even Slam with his Slamhammer.

"Looks like it's time to crash, eh?" said Dunkstein to himself, laying next to Slamough.

"After all, when life gives you a Slam in the face, you go to sleep! Or you just make combustible lemons." he told you all a very important lesson and went to sleep.