"Where am I?"
Mintberry awoke, slowly rising to his feet and looking around. Well, this definitely wasn't South Park or the lair of the Coon and Friends. He watched in amazement as coloured ponies walked everywhere with pictures on their asses. "Damn," he muttered. In the spur of the moment, he was filled with fear. He shot berries from his palms and they splatter across a colt's face. He died.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I!?" Mintberry cried as the stallion fell limp on the dirt.
A pony sobbed. Mintberry sprinted from block to block, shooting every mare and stallion he saw with his Minty berries. Magically delicious yet so, so dangerous. Everyone he shot instantly perished. He thought he saw one of their brains explode, though he was running too fast to tell.
