Once upon a time there was a little filly called Pinkamena Diane Pie. She left the rock farm she called her home to see the wider world. Some time later something else entered the town of Ponyville. A something that called herself Pinkie.

Years later we follow the story of this trainwreck of a creature skipping in the periphery of world shaking events and other strange happenstances. There’s tales of ponies who are not only beings of smiles and sparkly rainbows, but also beings of bones, flesh and questionable bodily fluids. Even in the world of magic and friendship it isn’t glitter that flows from a workpony’s hoof after an unfortunate strike of a hammer.

The glitter covered bandaid one may slap on said wound is another matter, though.

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