reflections of a madponie
I had a normal life once, a long time ago. It didn't last very long, with my cutie mark and Ironic name. I was very weird, like the rest of my family. and I was preparing to be mad.
When I got my cutie mark no one knew what it meant. I spun at seemingly random times in odd ways ,and at these moments it looked like yin yang,black and white appearing out of nowhere. The actual mark was a circle with a bent arrow. No, not bent.unorderly, thogh others would describe it as bent. It twisted and contorted but found a normal shape to emulate. a point, a always changing direction of disharmony. A mark made of gold. that fit me to a T
My wings, unlike like other children,worked and were not my prized possessions. The gray things were more likely to get in the way at first before I learned how to use them. They were always ruffling black mane. No, instead I was always organized,though not interested in organized things. I organized my toy collection perfectly, then I hit it with a rock. Nimble hooves and a quick mind, become bored and destroy to rebuild just as quickly. I became bored of the cycle, and would do something else. I learned eventually to do logic to help me organize, but I applied it to the world. I felt it was another play thing, but trickier to use. Harder to destroy.
I was a minor noble, but I had much more powerful then I should have had. Those that met me were those who would follow my wim. And if you weren't, then I would persuade you to be. It worked well, as long as something chaotic is there. Other children were unpredictable at the start. But then they were persuaded otherwise too easily, creating a hole of interest. The only solution to this was fixing it the chaotic way.hit in with a rock. If there wasn't a downside then I would make one myself, then fix it before stoning the situation again.
My nobility meant that I had servants to bend the world when I couldn't. Many of them were other nobles, properly convinced that this was their job. Looking at the chaotic order caused my sanity to drop, and my mood to increase. I would of taken over canterlot if I knew it was there. But I never asked. The power of my infections persuasive skills stays with me even now in the stone. The madness has side effects.
I became pure mad when I met celestia. I was in command of the country, and I would make it orderly. So I gained servants, 3 billion of them,and hit my mind with a rock too big to handle. And it broke, and all arguments were lost. Celestia couldn't find me, but she knew I was there. The echoing maniacal latter must of ticked her off.
When I came back I was quite mad.I had tried to control the world and failed, and now I controlled only the planet. Animals and nature bent at my will. The laws of reality could be persuaded otherwise. I needed the world to emulate my name! Orderly chaos. The perfect mix.
I revamped the entertainment value of life for many a ponie, chaos charging into the sterile and useless world of there minds. An improvement the the mental state of my co species. I set up base at the mountain of canterlot, defining sun but and her city by hovering over them.
She sent her ponies, so I set traps of deadly chaotic and orderly styles, to stop the newcomers. The traps all failed, and I smiled at the chaos that was ingrained in order. The greatest order known to ponykind, the elements of harmony, a tool used to bring order to over flowing chaos. It only balanced the system, not destroy it. I sent them verbal challenges that they mostly overcame. Then I angered the rainbow colored one who promptly pushed me into spikes. And then I laughed."during is very boring. It's all monotone pain and sadness without any descriptions or changes. All the excitement happens on the outside,and it's impossible to watch when you're dead.I'm not dying. You girls have to do better than that. But you know what would make dying better? I very one agent on a pretty defined path in panic, and dead person snatched and laughed. That is what the world will be like. It will be like dying without dying and screaming on predestined paths that are always organized in neat rows. It will be *hell*.it will be paradise."
By that time the ponies had powered up the el ends and it was heading straight towards me. And desired to be encased in stone,conduiting the magic and making the perfect heel to unleash on equestria.
And that is what I am doing now. I am insane. And everything is under control.
