Once every decade, they chose a single person. Their fate would be determined by their date of birth, and for the amusement of all on the internet, they would be forced to live by whatever pairing had been presented them. I curse my mother for ever birthing me on this fateful day.
"Become mortal enemies with... PINKIE PIE?!"
My fourth wall will never be the same.

Every author does one of these, right? Well, consider it my self-insert into FiM. My birthday is August 17th, and that fateful match-up has led to one of the most interesting text message conversations I've ever had, followed by a similar dream. I was struck with inspiration. I think it was the line "Icing and Confectionery casualties number in the thousands! THE THOUSANDS!" That broke the proverbial camel's back.

I said to myself: This s%&t deserves it's own story.

Short, semi-frequent updates whenever I see fit, until the story's done or I've had enough.
Not really going for any other style, and as is the trouble with writing dreams, the idea gets kind of vague after a while.
Enjoy?