How Pinkie Got Her Cutie Mark

Super freakin’ weird. Everything was super freakin’ weird. Chocolate rain–not the kind you’re thinking of–and cotton candy clouds, accompanied by a very tacky ground pattern. Everything was out of order. Not like an old arcade game or a bathroom stall that you really needed, but out of place. Ponies were odd creatures, at least to a siren, but this was like a book not shelved properly in Twilight’s library kind of odd. Basically, the craziness that had spawned in Ponyville had certainly not been birthed by ponykind. There was only one person who could have done this, but he was sick that day, so it was deemed to have been done by Discord.

And, as such, the whole thing was less exciting. All Discord has to do is snap his talons, so miracles were much less incredible. Unlimited power may lead to impossible feats, but when they are so easily obtainable, the amazing grows dull. Ponyville was still cool, though. It certainly wasn’t boring. At least, it was cool not being gawked at by the inferior ponies, collectively known as Equestrians. Sure, the ponies were living under a dictatorship where fun was forced upon them, which still qualifies as being a dictatorship as long as one prude decides to complain about it, but it was cool, even if it wasn’t cool enough to receive any other adjectives describing it.

The trip was worth it. Canterlot had grown tiring, living at sea was a drag and the land of the sirens was complete crap. Personally, Adagio wouldn’t have minded living in Sirena–I know, creative name–if she had been allowed to rule with complete, unhindered power. Well, with a couple lackeys helping her make minor decisions, like which fruit they would feed her or how fast they would shake the fanning leaves. You win some and you lose some, however, and losing something was literal, as they had been banished, but the trio didn’t need their homeland anyway, because everyone there was a total jerkface.