Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Silver Fork sighed, his mind in turmoil at what he was going to do really soon, now that he had turned eighteen and, thus, legally an adult.

"Don't do it! You have too much to loose! Please!" A part of him pleaded, as he pulled out a rather large yellow disk with black words written with black felt pen and a red arrow attached to a simple spinning mechanism. "There must be another solution, there gotta be one!"

"Anarchist Party, Tribes of all the lands" Silver Fork declared to himself, putting the yellow disk in the center of his room decorated in antique furniture and some pieces of art "For too long, since the blissful end of my Childhood I have tolerated you and your interferences with my daily duties. Until not too long ago, I tried to find a compromise between the Balance Party; the Paedophiliac Cliquè; the Spiritual Party; the Worker's Party; the Party of Free Hormones and Whores, and you all. But, after longs fights, after endless treaties, I have reachd the conclusion that, if my body is nearly perfect as it is while my mind is a jumbled mess, and if the Tribes' will to fight will disappear after I will lose my physical perfection..."

Silver Fork felt his head fill up with barks, shrieks, pleads in languages he knew passingly and the occasional sound of a sword clashing against another sword or a shield.

"Then I shall damage myself. I have already took bad habits, like working hunchbacked, going out in the open at midday without sun lotion, looking extremely closely to what I read, and eat without moderation. Soon, I will have to fix them, and the healing process will leave scars... but I will want at least one permanent injury. One reminding others that I have something in my mind that can't or won't be fixed for technical or moral reasons."

Silver Fork's head filled even more with screams, this time desperate and angry. She felt her instincts, all of them, from hunger to bathroom needs, going off at once in the attempt to stop her from doing the act.

Silver Fork held his stomach with two hands, the rest of his mind trying to fight off the violent reaction of the tribes and the Anarchist Party.

"Just... one... spin..." he muttered, as he then pushed the arrow, sending it spinning around.

"Now, what will I be in the near future? An hunchback? A scoliotic? A legally blind man? Or will I be without a hand or a foot?" Silver Fork thought, in the attempt to demoralize part of his own mind.

"No, you fool! It's too risky, stop it!"

"You'll kill yourself and doom us all!"

"It will doom you all," Silver Fork's Balanced Party said, as the arrow kept spinning "Not us or our owner. You will be dust, and your memory cancelled, and he, and us, will escape from your boundaries."

Silver Fork cringed, as his body seemingly made him feel in need to gag, and as he released a tiny trickle of urine in his underpants. Knowing the reason, though, Silver Fork bit his lip and resisted the temptation to stop.

The arrow slowed down on a slice of the disk.

"Urinary Incontinence." Silver Fork read out loud "Very well. I shall get my urinary tract infected then."

As he said that, there was a loud, booming shriek of agony, combined with sounds of swords stabbing flesh.

"Ximicacan, ximicacan, ximicacan!" The Spiritual PArty shouted in a manner he hadn't done in years, as the stabbings increased "Join the Darkness where you belong to, worthless clods!"

Silver Fork curled up on the floor, biting his lip as his mind felt burning and tortured... until, all of the sudden, he felt his head getting lighter, as a big weight on his chest disappeared, thusly making himself aware pulsating heart for a brief moment.

Silver Fork took a deep breath and exhaled, then sat up. He looked straight in front of him, and smiled widely, tears coming out of his eyes.

"It's over... it's all over."

Silver Fork then started to list out all of the things that could cause an urinary tract infection, but also were discreet enough.

"Venereal diseases... extreme erotic foreplay..."