
The Jokes On Us
Three weeks... Three weeks since everything went to hell. Ponies turned on each other without thinking and before everyone knew it Canterlot was in ruins...
It didn’t take long for whatever caused this to spread. Most call it an infection, others are either dead or infected. Only reason why I am still alive is it seems I am immune... Well no one is fully immune, but I am lucky to not be affected by what is airborn. No one is immune to direct contact... Not even the princesses. Gods with mortal bodies must have that disadvantage, if they even were gods, but that’s enough of that. This is my story... and I plan to survive till the end of it... I hope.
Picture is not mine, but it was so adorable I figured I would use it ^.^




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