The Eggs of Dementia

Yes, indeed that night, I returned to the Plane of Torment, daggers and all. But something was very different about the Plane… it wasn’t the fucking Plane! It was Equestria, recognizable by the iconic Canterlot, seemingly hovering in the distance. I didn’t know what to think; in my short time as a “Brony”, I had grown to love Equestria and all that it stood for… all of its inhabitants… (except those hooligans that bully Apple Bloom) but I couldn’t possibly kick ass and feel good about myself in this world! I had a gift – to dream and escape reality… but this was... different.

I was actually in Ponyville, and thought that I would explore a little. It was much like the show, but like in all dreams, there was an omnipresent fog about it, where not everything was as it seemed and, like a videogame on low settings, the draw distance so to speak was severely impaired. The first pony I wanted to visit was of course Rarity. What drew me to her, exactly? I had previously referred to her as a bitch… I think. She was the first voice that ever told me to “learn to defend myself”… I think. Goddamn it, I was losing such a grip on reality I didn’t even know what dreams were real and what dreams were dreams within dreams that had no grasp on my chain of dreams that held together. Was this dream within the universe of the Plane of Torment? Did I still hold my tier-10 circuit championship? Well, I had the daggers… the armor… so, I guess my repute sustained, but it was worthless all the same without bad guys to kill.

Carousel Boutique was in sight, but as I approached it, a badass dragon swept out from the heavens and attempted to lay down an atomic-breath-smackdown on me. I dodged it with my evasion ability I won in tier-8 and twirl-kicked into Carousel Boutique where Rarity was doing a little sewing. As she turned around in her signature style, I felt my knees buckle and I swooned at her elegance, grace and beautiful face. Just then, the building began to shake and GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! I WOKE UP… and I wet my pants again.

This time, I was pissed as fuck; pissed on an otherworldly level. I got out of bed, went to my dresser, pulled out my secret knife and stuck it in the wall about 3 inches deep.

It was Wednesday, my dream ended, and I had to go to school… I wanted to die.