The Eggs of Dementia

It turns out that was part of the dream. What was once my own subconscious smorgasbord to pick and choose from was now in the hands of a greater being, or beings. I got out of bed, approached my dresser and looked right to the mist of a fullmoon night. Thirsting for blood, I got out my knife and cut a little smidgen on my palm, but held it in the general direction of the window. That’s when the dark queen herself, the possessed and immortal goddess of hate, Princess Luna, appeared.

There she was, standing tall and proud in cosmic winds. The look on her face was that of regality, self-awareness and certain doom. Oh yeah! The gap was being bridged! Revenge on humanity was as good as mine, right?

I appeared in a lounge-like room with many figures sitting about. To my left was George W. Bush and to my right was Ron Paul and William Jefferson Clinton (a confirmed Brony).

“I understand you have some troubles in your world,” said Luna to me, in that signature voice. It was great to hear it, in all its loud, disgusting aural hellfire. It made me think of episode four of season two… Death to Fluttershy! These were serious matters and whispering like we were picking flowers wasn’t gonna cut it.

I was surprisingly not nervous and willing to completely be frank with Luna.

“Yeah, I fucking hate humanity,” I said.

She turned around and slowly raised her head.

“Your misanthropy is not the issue at hand, Dark Warrior,” Luna exclaimed. “Your world is becoming a viable threat to our world.”

“Your society’s technological advancements and greed are a direct threat to our universe,” she finished.

This was quite the revelation to me, if I was to take this seriously and not think it to be but a dream.

Luna then used her magic to project onto a wall the film Avatar and that’s when I lost it. I couldn’t help but laugh, perhaps more at myself than the situation she was attempting to present, but, as Rarity would say, this was just too rich.

“They know what they want to do, and this propaganda is only the beginning.”

“Avatar was a gnarly movie, though,”

“So… you believe human beings want to occupy Equestria?” I continued, dumbfounded and chucking.

“You know better than I that the ‘industrial complex’ breeds humans to place into schools to bully people like you, as a means of sending a message to those who they know are watching,”

“What does this have to do with me?” I asked.

“You are the chosen one, the child of the night who has to rise up and lead the informed to glory.”

“This man, this Ron Paul has seen the danger and he, with the Clinton and the Bush are hard at work to stop this madness,” she continued, gesturing towards the gentlemen.

“But we need your allegiance! We refuse to become the human’s carrion…”

“I want you to kill people,” Luna finally finished.

Now, Luna was my goddess and I thought she was raw but this was crazy. Even if I was truly mentally ill and this was all in my head, I could still determine that the ability to carry out such actions weren’t in my repertoire, now or probably ever. It wasn’t my style.