"Ugh....." Holy fuck, warhammers hurt.

"Hello, murderer!"

"Oh, hey! I'm guessing I have to do a fuck-ton of exposition n' shit?"

"N-"

"Before I died....the first time, Hasbro invented a sentient AI in 2035 named CelestAI. Now, your world was and is, a children's show. This AI, after a few months, developed a way to upload human minds onto a world she created, as pony versions of themselves. After another 3 months, she started force-uploading, destroying the human race with pony-bots, or pony robots. The entire brony fandom-"

"Brony Fandom?"

"Shudda fuck up. Fans of your world. Anyways, the entire situation was an alternate universe some poor soul wrote, so we banded together and hid underground. When they found us, it was a long as fuck fight, and I, for some reason, was the only person left un-uploaded. So, I used 2-inch wide strips of cloth to make clothes, wore a gas mask, invented electromagnetic weapons, and armed myself with a few regular weapons. I also amputated my legs just below the knee, and one arm, replacing them with artificial versions. So, I evade being uploaded, but eventually, they catch me, and I kill myself before they can upload me. So, this white alicorn with a red mane allowed me to have a whatever the fuck I want. Blah blah blah, now I'm here."

".......Wel-" I shove my robotic arm through his face. I get up, rip off the cell bars, and walk outside. No...Nonononononononononono.....

"Any last words?" They're executing them... And. They. Are. Dead.

"Y̸̧̟̮͖̲̫̮͍͈͖͔͛́͑̌̽͜O̸͚͛̃̐̆̂͆̔̇̄͘͘Ū̷̖̦̳͕̻̤̥̙͎̾̋̽̇̕͜͠ ̷̨͔͔̘̱̹̭̈́͊̌̌̏̃̇̀͒̓͑Ẁ̷̛̝͓̠̤̖̖̠̤̞͊͌̃I̸̙̮̅̋́̌́̄́L̷̪̠͗̎̉͊L̷̪̘͚͑͋̔̐̓̎͑̈̿̈̊̾͝͝ ̶͚̾̅̚F̵̢̪̟̮̌͐̏̒̏͘͝ͅŰ̴̥̤͇̳̂̃̈́̑͘͠͠C̴̡̠̮͇̺͙̣̚K̸̢̻̯͎̮̹͖̣͔̲̱̀̂͆̎͑Į̷̧̧̛͙͚̠̮̮̼̥̯̙͚̗͒͗̐͑͋̈́̿̄͗̅͜Ṋ̷̦̲̬̙̲͓͍̞̬͔̟̲̀̑͑̊̉̍͜͝͠͠G̵̲̓̈́̂̾̋͛͐͋̾̒̇͝ ̴̳͓͉͉͕͓̯̲̙̺̳̦̌͂̂ͅͅD̸̨̗̮̖̠͎͕͉̫̝̰̱̤̰̒͑̂͐͗Ī̶̢̧̛͉̘̗̼̏̃̆̆̀͠E̷̳̱͎̘̥͍͍͑́͌͌̚͜͜͜!̷̩͙̟̯̦̅̈́̊̽͐̿̌͗̉̉͑̚̕!̸͔͕̈́̋!̵̦̘͈̺̣̓!̶̧̧̣̖̘͇̣̗̺̘̗̙̀͛̔͗̀̌̄͗̓͘!̴̨̜̮͚̥̜͔͈͌̈̔̾̎̑̐̏͗̀̄̆͜͝͝" And I summon Armok's bloodsword. Armok arrives.

".........AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And we slaughter. Every. Last. One.

---1000 years later---

"Wow!" Markeaologist exclaims. "Huh? What does this tomb say? 'Do not open this tomb, for the world was, and will be the d660 6f th5s *3ace and the rest 6f the race.' Must be good. Let's see....it's name is 'Lucas'. Hmmm.... how do we open this?" And I took my first breath in 990 years.

Author's Note

Yeah, this's a shit ending. And it'll have a shit sequel.