The Rise Of A Square World

I have been thinking a lot about pain.  Pain and the eventual response of passing out afterwards should the pain be so severe and I have not come up with any basic opinion on the subject but what I have come up with is a question.  In my five years of life one year of being dead and a few days of being alive again I have experienced approximately seventy zombie bites, fifty and arrow’s from skeletons, twenty soared slashes from zombie pig man or enemy heroes should such an encounter happen, One massive punch from an iron golem, twenty seven burns by lava or fire, about a million cactus needles,  too many creeper explosions to count and of course the ultimate thrashing from herobrine himself.  This is only a small list of the horrible amount of pain I must go through in daily life granted my life is not typical of most heroes considering the current events that are transpiring.  But nonetheless this staggering list has given me one question.

Why do we need to feel pain?  An expert would tell you it’s to alert you to the dangerous situation.  Believe me there are different levels of pain if we only had the lowest level we would still know we are in danger.  Whether it is from lava or a zombie is irrelevant we would still be well aware of it with only a gentle nudge from are reflexes and be better equipped to deal with it as sometimes pain is too much too ender for the long-term success.

A more religious villager would simply say is that way notch intended.  To this I must now question why would notch invent something he cannot feel?  That’s a little bit like trusting a vegetarian to properly cook your beef for you.  The though they have a vague idea without the benefit of experience how do they know how high into the flame or how well done the meat should be.  So still my question remains, why is it that I can feel pain and what is that annoying beeping sound?

As I finally woke up and open my eyes I was bombarded by the extreme sense of familiarity.  I was now lying in bed with a extremely thin blanket they give you as more of a taunting reminder of what you could have in the way of warmth but not actually provide any of its grasp onto.  there’s a small machine sitting next to me checking my her rate and lied before it was a rather small room that seem to be kept very clean.

Kick ass I shouted I’m not dead I’m in a hospital.  Of course in my intent to move I caused a small amount of pain to myself.  Apparently I was still severely injured and require a little bit more time to heal.  Looking around I could find no pony else to talk to I had a few questions to ask.  With all the excitement than just gone on it felt as though it shouldn’t be so quiet now.  But of course my wish was soon granted for an audience as my commotion caused someone outside the door to hear me and then that someone quickly ran off to go tell more ponies as to my condition.  I wonder was at the same royal guard who stood outside my door my first day to pony vill.  No troll you’re just being paranoid I said to myself.

I then heard the sound of hooves plopping their way down the hall.  Judging by their speed pitch and general Mary nature I have a pretty good assumption as to which pony is going to burst through the door first.  I attempted to prepare some form of troll to catch the pony off guard but unfortunately I simply don’t carry the same variety of junk in my inventory that like I used to.  But I did manage to make do with the pumpkin one of the ones left over from nightmare night placing it on my head I waited for the pony to enter.

“clop”  ”clop”  ”clop”

Well I must admit to being somewhat disappointed that the pumpkin did not cause any reaction however a form or overwhelming feeling of surprise struck me as though I knew the pony who was going to enter the room first I did nothing she could manage to somehow stuffed an entire musical parade cart through the door like she did.

As the door slammed open and the cart squeezed its way to the door and slammed into the middle the room and opened up as the pink pony slid in front of it to begin her song.

(pinky) “get well, get well, get well”

“a hart felt get well to you”

“get well, get well ,get well”

“I hope you get well soon”

“get well, get well ,get well”

“get well enjoy the day ”

“get well, get well ,get well”

“come back to pony vill someday ”

As she finished her dance she quickly pulled her head down allowing a small door on the cart behind her to open and one shot a delicious confection which splattered all over my face.

(troll)   mmmmmmm…  Round cake my new favorite.  Thank you pinky.

As the cake was magically wiped from my face I looked around the room to see whom was now here.  As far as I could tell it was every pony.  Twilight was the first to come to my side and talk to me.

(twilight)  troll how are you doing?  She asked pointing to the bandages that were now thoroughly rapt underneath my clothing.

Don’t worry I feel fine I should heal up by the end of the day is everything ready for the trip to my world?

(apple jack)  everything’s more than ready… but maybe you should stay here.  She said looking kind of awkward.

Stay here?  I asked what why should I stay here?  We need to go save my world unless you guys don’t want to in which case I guess I can do it all myself.

(rarity)  no no darling you have done so much for us we just think it would be safer if you stayed here and let us handle it.  She said grasping my hand.

Now it is being silly I said I’m guessing you’re afraid I’m going to die again but I assure you even if I did die it wouldn’t matter.  As I said that all the ponies gasped.

(vinyl)  troll man it would not be cool if you died and what you mean it wouldn’t matter?

I then gave a sigh.  Listen it wouldn’t matter if I died because notch can just spawn me granted in his current state I would take a few years but if we succeed and save my world he can just respond me in an instant so in a way I can’t die.  It’s you ponies I’m afraid four.  I don’t think notch can help you should something happen so it would be much better if I took the beating in you just use those elements when we need them.  So just relax everything is going to be OK.

So now I said let’s go over the plan shall we?  After all I’d hate to go in on this thing with a bow but no arrow’s.  So who is coming with me?

(vinyl scratch)  O you know I am square head with my base cannon and pinkies party cannon we’re going to rock your world.  The DJ pony said jumping excitedly in the air.

Octavia the ruled her eyes.  I suppose I’ll be coming to at the very least I can keep an eye on vinyl but if need be I did take fencing classes so I will be some help with the soared.

I noticed in the back Derpy standing there with her child and time traveling companion at her side.  With the TARDIS we can pop it on you every now and again but for now this is going to be goodbye and good luck.  The trio left the room inviting in a somewhat amused queen of changelings.

(chrysalis)  I’m certain you see the irony in you coming to the hospital only after you put me there.  I will also be joining you and to ease any of your thoughts of my disloyalty I must tell you it is not to say our worlds but to save an individual list on my heart.

At that last bit of information I grew terrified and found the phrase please please oh notch lets it not be me begin repeating in my mind.  Fortunately however my intentions were resolved as she finished her declaration of love.  She is pink fluffy and speaks in the most elegant and beautiful language I’ve ever heard.  Chrysalis then made a strange noise with her mouth and tongue that sounded something like flatulence.    Ffppulf

As the bug pony grew ever more lost in thought she wandered away from her bedside manner and to the window.  Well I think that’s about everybody I declared rubbing my hands together.  Let’s go to my world.  To the nether portal I shouted.  Of course my shots were quickly turned to ones of pain as my ribs and not healed fully.  I’ve never had a long lasting injury like this before.  Normally even horrible injuries such a snapped bones and missing eyes can repair themselves in a short amount of time.  But herobrine it’s hard to explain he has some kind of presence about and it seems to mess up everything.  I can only imagine what horrible twisted powers of my world came together to create such a horrible monster.

(Rainbowdash)  actually big guy if you are coming with us we should probably wait until your ones are healed.  As she finished she decided to set on the bed next to me.  You kind of remind me of myself when I was younger I was always getting hurt.  No pain no game if you not I mean.

Rainbowdash then put the back of one of her legs in my face.  Note to self-gather as much red stone is needed and invent proximity of alarm to warn me when these ponies try and put their feet my face… or hooves whatever.  Rainbowdash then began regaling of a past memory.

(Rainbowdash)  I don’t know if you can see it anymore but their use to be a pretty bad scholar on this leg from a slight accident I might have caused in one of the earth ponies aeronautics facilities.  I heard they were trying to find a way to make their balloons faster and I might’ve strapped one of those things to my back.  Well let’s just say what works for my pet tank does not work for me.

Of course ignoring all laws of physics pinky pie burst from my pillow case and onto the opposite side of the bed from Rainbowdash.  I have a story from the rock farm.  Now I’m afraid I’m going to have to spare you the horrible agonizing sorrow of hearing a pinky pie told story not for lack of want to troll you but more of I have no idea what she said.  It was without a doubt the most crazy off the wall and venture I’d ever heard of.  Something about a rock farm and a magical rock that a grant you three wishes but only after you saved his daughter from the mighty ghost of a lead pipe by the tool shed.  honestly I think I’m doing it justice right now in forms of clarity and basic so story structure.  But eventually every pony started telling their stories from childhood.

Vinyl and Octavia both basically told the same story but in totally different settings.  Vinyl tell a story filled with rave parties and neon colored fluid that I’d rather not go into detail about.  Meanwhile Octavia story was filled with well-dressed well-mannered ponies then came to hear the music in a very high class amphitheater one in which she had somehow gained free access to as the owner was a friend of her father.  They both have the end result of them finding their cutie marks for music and I suppose it showed how well made out there for each other as roommates.

Twilight told a story about taking smarty pants to school and princess CelesteTia agreeing that twilight can take on smarty pants as her own student.  Flutter shy story I couldn’t hear all, chrysalises was a gross an rarities was about fashion.  The only story I really connected with was apple jacks mainly because of the hardworking nature of her family and how well they would fit into my world only…  Well minus the fighting.

We’re so caught up in the stories that we didn’t even notice the door open.  I was the first to see what pony walked in and I was rather surprised I could understand visiting me after I come back from the dead but I didn’t understand what she was visiting now.  It was the princess and she now stood directly over twilight looking down at both me and the and used audience of ponies unaware of her presence.

(princess)  I’m afraid a story of my filly days is simply too far back for you to relate to.  but I can tell you one of when I was younger.  Every pony was shock turned in quickly bowed before the princess.  Let me see an she said having a seat next my bedside of course pinky throwing down a pillow just before the princess can get to the floor.  thank you pinky she remarked.  Now then she began her story again.  I believe granny Smith was visiting me she was much younger of course and there was still a few farms that were much closer to cantor lot.  I actually quite miss them now but of higher ponies on the social ladder demanded to be separated from the site of the hardworking individuals have given their food.  Anyway granny Smith was in the process of instructing me on as to how many apple trees she could stand to take back with her to apple acres.  I insisted she stayed for dinner of course she didn’t quite understand what I meant as rather than coming to dinner she made it for me a very nice gesture that I couldn’t turn down.  My world guards being who they are or constantly checking the food for poisoning or being tampered with.  I knew miss granny Smith would never hurt me but the guards will be the guards best let them have their fun.

Eventually granny Smith walked in with several apple pies the guards in their haste to check them accidentally tripped and sent the delicious confection all over miss granny Smiths face. she was quite frustrated with the whole ordeal and threw two pies at the guards in retaliation but of course they ducked leaving me rather exposed.  It took me forever to get the pie out of my hair.  Of course the entire incident was made up to be a big deal in circles of the royal guards but looking back on it granny Smith and I both see the humor.

The ponies sat there astounded I guess they’re not used to sing royalty top with such a sense of humility and with a humorous outlook on a rather embarrassing tale.  I then notice to gaze of all ponies and the room including the princess turned towards me.  What I asked?

(vinyl)  well troll tells a story about when you’re little.  I’ll bet you were a pretty crazy child.  She said prodding me a little.

I only just looked around and let out a breath.  I think you guys are forgetting something.  Only villagers have childhoods and that’s only three to four days.  I came into existence already an adult and I didn’t really have time for fun.  Heck the kind of fun you guys are talking about…  for most people fun just doesn’t exist.  I’m sorry to be a downer but that’s not how things work where I come from.  I wish I could say I had a lot moments like you describe but back home we needed to find joy in the things you find most wearable.  Fun for us is killing a roomful of zombies and taking some treasure that was probably left behind by some poor soul who may have been relying on that last bit of food or armor to get him to safety and failed.  Those stories don’t exist where I come from.

Every pony looked rather sad I suppose they had never really thought about that aspect of my life.  Which is understandable is easily to be blinded by hero to battles and soaring adventures that you forgive the only thing that makes those things fun is that you have a break from every now and then for me this world is that only break.

(princess)  actually troll I wish to speak to you for a moment alone if possible.  As the princess finished her words I find myself once again commenting on the amazing abilities of the ponies to define all laws of physics.  You see the last time I checked living creatures could not vacate the room so quickly as to actually leave behind a smoke trail but nonetheless they did.  The only ones left in the room were me the princess and chrysalis who is now steering at a drawing of a large fluffy pony.  She only broke her concentration on the drawing long as to realize she was not welcome in the room and quickly vacated.

(chrysalis)  I’ll be back to visit again troll I need to go lay a couple hundred eggs as is my duty to the changeling race.  See you later my future slave.

Of course I knew she was joking or at least I hope she was.  Nonetheless I was now alone with the princess well princess what is it you wish to talk about?  I asked.

(princess)  troll she said laying one of her legs across me.  I wish to ask you something… this herobrine character I’ve never felt anything like it before.  I’ve met so many horrible and evil creatures in my lifetime but he’s different.  Tell me what do you know of my sister?

Her question rather cut me off guard here I thought we’re talking about herobrine and somehow she’s flipped its family matters nonetheless I answered and said I didn’t know very much about it at all.

(princess) as I’m certain you’ve already been made aware of my sister was once known as nightmare Moon.  She had committed horrible crimes.  Above that of chrysalis and from what I can think of only rivaled by that of herobrine.  But in many ways it was my doing that caused it.  She was pushed into being evil she was pushed by neglect.  Neglect from me her followers and even her own friends.  She had a difficult role in life and troll for to a very dark place.  The princess then stared sadly out the window.

What does this have to do with herobrine I asked are you suggesting something?  The princess turned her head to look at me and leaned closer in.

(princess) I must know Troll are we to treat herobrine not like criminal we think he is or like a lost soul to be redeemed?  I understand there are fundamental differences between our worlds that is why I have come to use to ask is there any redemption and herobrine as heart?

I thought about it for a moment of a good herobrine would help rather than hinder the restoration to our world however I do not think that was likely I was forced to explained the princess but few things about my world.  Princess you must understand in your world peace is achievable but that is not the case for my it is built and run by conflict we build walls so the creepers can’t get in we make swords for the purpose of killing zombies good vs. evil that is the way it must be in my world herobrine shows his path he chose the one he believed would end the conflict but that’s just it it’s the same tune into conflict at least it is in my world if the fights over so is everything. Believe it or not I honestly believe herobrine is trying to be merciful he is trying to finally be laid to rest.

(princess)  laid to rest and forgive me troll but I do not follow.  She asked streaming a wrinkle in my sheets.

Herobrine was a direct creation from notch.  notch design him not to be able to die that way there would be a balance between the mobs that spawn during the night and the large number and heroes that would spawn anywhere weak and helpless it was herobrine’s job to lead them to help them grow.  I imagine it was also his job to love them and watch them turned to dust it must driven him insane.  A god hero who actually cares about the affairs of mortals.  I can’t even imagine what it must have felt like trust me when I say putting herobrine down for good is an act of mercy.

The princess seemed unsettled by my evaluation.  No doubt she was the forgiven for get type always looking to reform always looking for the peaceful way out but that’s not the way it works were I come from.  As she looked at me she seemed to be someone curious.  God hero she asked?  Tell me troll how much power to the so called god heroes have?

Well princess the god heroes like herobrine were created by notch but for a very different purpose herobrine’s purpose was to take care of the normal heroes to be a leader who can understand their problems but god hero cares nothing for the affairs of mortals it was once said that they could be rather cruel and kind that to them it was only a wave of the hand.  It was basically their job to extend notch is power notch maybe almighty but even his imagination has limits and they would help in creating new landscapes.  This was also the beginning of the mod lands.  Think of them kind of like tests chambers notch would allow people to run their own little universe to see if they could get things better than he could notch of course taking the best from each world and leaving whole thing to brought by itself by myself have never been to a mod land so I’m not very well read on the information about it.  You know some say just as the god heroes could not understand the problems of common man so could notch not understand the problems of the god hero and therefore could not even understand the existence of his lesser creations.

May I ask you a question I asked as I took off the princess’s front shoe and did something sort of like a handshake but meant to be more intimate like friends.

(princess)  of course troll has something been troubling you?  She asked taking off the other shoe and grabbing both my hands in a somewhat forceful in brace.

I’ve been faced with a rather difficult decision as of late.  I assume you’re offered for me to stay here and pony vill is still open right.  She nodded confirming my beliefs.  Well now that I’m not a pony it’s not as easy to make that decision again.  Ignoring the physical problems with me coming this world there are some emotional ones.  If I lived here and did get married are whenever when I live forever after all my people don’t age when I just end up going insane like herobrine?

(princess)  troll allow me to give you a bit of advice she said trying to brush with little hair I had on the back of my head.  When you do live forever like me or luna or cadence you always run to that problem that horrible question of are you still capable of loving the ones around you and it is a very simple answer.  Yes even though other ponies will be like sunsets to you. you can still enjoy them grieve them in close hold them tight and when it is time to let go remember them fondly.  Luna told me about your rather uncomfortable encounter with her.  Do you honestly believe fluttershy is the only pony she’s done that with?  Do not ever doubt the fact that she cares for fluttershy but also do not think for a moment that she is not capable of more.  I myself have been romantically involved with many ponies and of course most of which are secret it is usually better that way considering my influence but nonetheless.  I cared for all of them I was friends with all of them and when the time came I led all of them go and for some reason I feel better for it better for being part of their lives.

I felt a bit bad about breaking emotional scene there for a moment but I had a question of my mind.  Wait I said or you much older than those ponies.  The princess seemed rather amused by my question.  And was mumbling something along the lines of why does everyone keep asking that?

Troll, she explained.  I have lived long enough to see mountains reduced to rubble by time an entire Rivers move miles from their original paths.  In the end I just have to accept the fact that I’m going to end up dating someone who isn’t anywhere near my age.  Luna told me about your little accident.  Though fluttershy is obviously much younger than my sister she is of an age where she can to consent to her own actions there’s nothing wrong with her being with my sister.  And when fluttershy moves on which experience tells luna she will eventually lead has her eye on a much smaller young colt by the name of pipsqueak.  Of course luna is a very careful she does not wish to impose on him when he is a child for that would be unforgettably wrong but as soon as he is of age she has every intention of taking advantage of pipsqueaks idol worship.  She’s already designing her wedding dress for the day.  And I too have had my eye on a couple of ponies now and again why I even thought about you but I suppose the suit be a bad time to bring that up besides there’s a much more important matter I wish to discuss with you.

And what is that princess I asked.

The princess then sat there for a moment silent. I believe she was thinking of the right words to say or something but nonetheless eventually she spoke up.  I’m coming with few she said now even though there’s no other pony in the room with us and an the room was normally very quiet before she said that sentence for me it did feel like there’s a definite change in the room when she said that.  Eventually I was simply a forced to ask “are you crazy” of course before I could utter another word I was then quickly reminded of the strange magnetic attraction that these ponies hooves seem to have for the my face for she then quickly covered my mouth and spoke to me as if she was ordering a child.  It’s kind of funny her hooves actually smell kind of good no doubt a result of being a princess.

(princess)  I have thoroughly thought this through troll.  Your world obviously has a leg up over mine in terms of physical strength and brutality but magic seems to be your downside my magic can stop herobrine therefore can stop anything else in your world I’m quite certain of it.  As for the zombies and skeletons I’ll have to remind you that I’m princess of the sun I doubt any zombie will have the ability to attack me.  So when you’re healed you know where to go and I will be joining in their so please get your bed rest.  She then uncovered my mouth and left the room.

I once again sat alone in my hospital bed watching my ribs heal when my brain finally turned back on.  The Ender crystal I thought.  I remembered that herobrine had lost the device used to control his undead army inside my chest cavity when I was dying however this is not the same body and as before it a small panic I looked around at the various things I could use to gain some attention.  I saw a small magical bell it was labeled call for nurse on it.  As I swiftly picked up the bell and gave it a good shake two ponies walked into the room one I recognized as a nurse and the other was a pony I’d never seen before.

The pony was a strange mixture of blue and green that is to say it was very difficult to tell the difference.  I suppose a lighting and when seen at a certain angle to that light her co could be called green but at the same time in different lighting and could easily be mistaken as blue as suppose if I were to spend the time with wool and some dies I could figure out whether her co is in fact green or blue.  She was also very clearly a unicorn with some form of strange device as her cutie mark it had many strains upon it that seem to be held with a large degree of tension perhaps I thought this was some form of weapon if so it can certainly fire more arrows than anything in my world but alas I have no time for this.

(lyra)  well it’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Troll bridge.  My name is lyra harp strings I’m the foremost anthropologist in all of equestrian.  She said taking a closer look at me.

Yes I said lyra is it? I must leave the hospital at once I have an important matter to engage in.  The future of all of equestrian depends on it.  As I finish my statement the nurse seemed rather offended.  There is no way you’re leaving in this condition she said even with the remarkable heal rate of your body these injuries are far too severe.  I was getting ready to protest however lyra silenced the nurse for me.  Please she insisted I know you’re a nurse and everything but I am after all the way the best anthropologist in equestrian I shall explain to Mr. Bridge why he cannot leave.  Please go back to work and I will take care of this as the nurse left the blue slash green pony approached me.

What is it exactly you need Mr. Troll bridge?  To this question I swiftly answered I must find where they buried me after I died I need to…  For lack of better term desecrate my own remains.  Please you must understand the fate of equestrian could hang in the balance.  The pony paused and thought about what I’d said for a moment after a small glance all around the room she looked at my hands which were now sitting on my lap above the covers.

(lyra)  w-well troll normally I would say no to this but since you have displayed to me that it is so important maybe something can be arranged in a formal deal perhaps.

This statement rather puzzled me as though I had money I had thus far not seen any pony quite interested in it.  Don’t get me wrong ponies obviously wanted money but it was rather an end result in mind that made them want the money.  Whether it be a new tool for plowing fields or an important repair needed on the home thay appeared to not be excessively greedy.  OK I said how much money do you want?

The pony smiled no she said I don’t want any money like I said I’m an anthropologist.  That is the study of creatures that walk on two legs and appeared to be of ape descendants.  There are many strange creatures in our world like this however no creature has showed as such a dedication to the basic shape and the pledges study like humans.  You are for lack of better term pure.  All I want in return for letting you leave is to run one or two tests.

(troll) fine then it’s a deal I said.  Lyra was greatly pleased by what I’d said an quickly took a position beside me on a stool.

From seemingly nowhere she acquired a quill and a large book of blank paper.  Now then she said to me I’ve had plenty of scans of your chest a bonus to doing all that medical work on you a few hours ago.  But may I see one of your hands?  Her question confuse me for a moment but nonetheless I displayed forward one of my open hands.

(lyra)  b-basic b-bone structure seems to be similar to that of other known life forms she said writing on a paper.  And as her examination when on things began getting slightly more physical as she asked me a grasped things squeeze them and various other forms of physical dexterity of my hand.  Once we are is her voice can strangely going in and out of most as if she was breathing heavy are panting perhaps even nervous about something.

Eventually however things took a turn down a very strange road.  O um Mr. Troll bridge she said would you mind terribly if I determined the excretion rate of salt through your skin?  I of course did not exactly know what she meant so I merely said yes.  Almost instantaneously the mouth of the small blue pony suddenly opened up and clamped tightly down around my hand.

For just a moment the room when completely silent and I stared deep into the eyes of my new parasitic companion.  As I raised the pony high into the air I prepared myself for the invention of a whole new dance move one that involved spitting your arm around your head like a crazy man in the intent to shake off a rather unwanted guest.  But even with the added weight of the pony I was soon standing on my bed in spite of my injuries and was now doing something I have not done since a party thrown by an old acquaintance of mine Rave Girl 69.  Ignoring my nostalgic get thoughts I then began flowing my arm about like an idiot as fast as I could hoping that the circular centrifugal force would be enough to pry the pony loose.

Well I was wrong she held fast tighter than ever and when I stop to examine any possible way of crying her off I felt her soft warm and slimy tongue sliding between my fingers.  The most disturbing part of this whole experience was the incredible suction I swear to notch if it turns out this pony is an expert at devouring living creatures whole and I end up in her stomach I’m going to be really pissed off.  I then began several more methods they range from reason from bribery to plain old brute force.  But man nothing I did could break this ponies lockjaw.  Yet another reason never to date a pony.

Eventually I figured it would be within my best interest to figure out a sneak your way of getting her off.  Placing my hand on the back of her head I had the intention of triggering her gag reflex after words I’d be free.  Well that didn’t work either.  I’m starting to have serious concerns about the devouring pony theory as certainly nothing so far has led to their disapproval.  Jamming my fist deep into the pony’s throat I was met with no resistance.  In fact in a rather than fighting the motion she swiftly grabbed my arm and stuffed it down as far as she could get it.  Whilst I’m certain the boys here must love this about their women I on the other hand and finding it quite inconvenient.

I got many bizarre looks as I drug my new pony glove through the hallways to the front desk my ribs still hurt but it wasn’t so bad to stop me from getting up.  I could still feel the slimy tongue sliding all the way up and down my arm this is by far the weirdest predicament I’ve ever been in well not quite.  I suppose on the train ride to cantor lot the situation was very much the same only unfortunately for me it was quite reversed.  I then shuttered thinking about it.  Finally at long last the front desk was being manned by a pony.

She began the usual way asking how she could help me but then quickly stopped off in to stare at my current infliction.  Well I thought at least no one will notice me leaving here after all there too busy steering at lyra.  I then continued on out the door when I was stopped by a the different pony she had a blue and pink main and for a cutie mark had three pieces of candy something I had learned to quite enjoy in my time spent here.

(bonbon)  please tell me not again.  I’m terribly sorry Mr. She’s not usually like this.  But it has been awhile since I use that spelled pleasure her so I suppose I’ll have to fix this.  The strange pony and whispered something into lyra’s ear however it did not seem to have much of an effect on the snakelike pony now clamped around my alarm.  As bonbon began to speak again her voice she sharply cracked and changed it was as if I was talking to an entirely different pony.  Well don’t worry Mr. She will let go eventually and once again I’m terribly sorry for this it’s a little bit of a weakness of hers.  I hope you won’t hold it against her because other than this she is a truly kind hearted pony.

(troll)  seeing is my hand is currently placed against her heart I have no choice to agree with you but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s on the hand I used to do everything with can you at least help me get her off?

The pony who I just met only shrugged I’ve never been able to do it I always just pay the changeling for the whole night besides I quite like are this way she seems so peaceful but maybe there something I can do to help.  As her voice cracked again and change back to what originally was she put the small piece of candy into my other hand.  In a flash of what I thought it first was to be blew but now I’m starting to think is green the pony quickly switched arms unfortunately it seems I’ve lost about 2 inches in the exchange as this arm was very clearly deeper in her mouth.  Silently and curse having such perfectly square limbs as I believe this is what pony is able to get such powerful grip.

(bonbon)  well lyra I’m afraid I have no time to deal with you today I’ll see you back at the motel and please leave Mr. Troll bridge behind.  The obviously somehow affiliated pony left once again leaving me with my predicament.  well I thought to myself at least I can finally use the shovel.  Luckily for me something’s never change regardless of what world are in because in this city so am very heavily visited by tourists there were several maps located in public areas throughout the city one of which seem to be a garden filled with all sorts of statues and stone monuments within these monuments with something called the final resting place of troll bridge.

Yes I declared holding my pony club in the air I have found the tomb I tried to set off and run but it would seem my chest is still not fully healed and running seems to hurt it so I decided to carry the pony all the way to my grave.  It was actually not that long walk but when you pass so many high class ponies who stare at you like you’re the weirdest thing they’ve ever seen in their life it turns the feet in to Miles but eventually we did get there.  Luckily none of the ponies seem to know how to shake down an inventory so I still had my shovel on my person I’m certain twilight is holding on to my armor and sword for me.  As I prepared to dig up the grave I was swiftly struck with a feeling of doom for the grave had already been desecrated.  A large hole was right where my head should be if I was indeed very correctly.  At first I was afraid herobrine got here but if he did why ask me about the crystal?  Plus upon further inspection and the whole was round not square so herobrine could not have done it.  But nonetheless my body was missing and we have no time to go for a dead man hunt.

Funny I said to lyra my new sidekick in the investigation it would appear that there’s no sign of digging on the surface other than the whole that’s probably why no one noticed.  But from what I’ve seen of these ponies they need to move dirt they can’t take it.  It’s almost like something dug its wait out.  O well the I said to myself it’s probably nothing as I walked away to go trying me up with twilight I continued to try and remove the pony glove.  Unbeknownst to me there was a small sheet of ice covering the inside of the cascade deep underground when mostly this thing inside was making it very cold.