"Don't try to run! have a nice fall!"
I let the stallion drop, and he screamed the whole way down before a loud CRUNCH announced his death. quiet as ever, i turned and walked through the moonlit streets of ponyville as i feel my heart pump blood at a huge rate from the thrill of killing. Ever since i moved here from Manehattan, a murder spree has begun...
Well... thats just me. a single, lone psycho outcast in a town of ponies. ever since i was accused of murder, found not guilty, then shunned in my home city, i became a psycho to transfer my bitterness into the other ponies, so that they would never know that i was murdering for revenge.
Eventually, life became too hot for me in Manehattan, and i was forced to move before the guards caught me and dragged me off to the dungeons to rot, and so i came here. for about 10 months, i've been killing from the shadows. i never forgot my first kill, and the exhilaration that was derived from this.
i shake off my thoughts like a veil as i keep moving toward my new home, but i trip and fall into a hole and discover a basement...
"Holy..." i can't help but let my jaw drop at the sight in front of me. the bloody corpse of a stallion, drenched in sperm, lay there on the floor. as i looked closer, i saw that his testicles had been crushed and his body raped. then, i felt something cold against the back of my head. then i heard a voice speak:
"this is a hollow-point .357 magnum pressed against your head. don't move. why are you here? DON'T ANSWER THAT! i already know..."
"i only tripped and fell!" my voice sounds so pathetic that i can't believe it.
for a moment, i feel the magnum withdraw, only for it to crash into my head. i fall sideways and black out, wondering if i'll wake up.