The Sky is Gone: Acceptanceby FluttercheerChaptersFloat.mp3True.mp3Survival.mp3Perish.mp3Blood.mp3Fog.mp3Vehicle.mp3Whereabouts.mp3Shadows.mp3Home.mp3Differences.mp3Bleak.mp3Information.mp3Shock.mp3Monster.mp3People.mp3Acceptance.mp3Destiny.mp3Traitor.mp3Hunger.mp3Black.mp3Food.mp3Confirmed.mp3Absolute.mp3Swallow.mp3Myself.mp3Mirror Image.mp3Imitation.mp3Sated.mp3Life.mp3Wobbly.mp3Paint.mp3Indeed.mp3Findings.mp3Enemies.mp3Hours.mp3Point.mp3Tear.mp3Tomorrow.mp3Leaving.mp3Door.mp3Listen.mp3Canterlot.mp3Tremendous.mp3Leftovers.mp3Hospital.mp3Mass.mp3Gone.mp3Devour.mp3Growth.mp3Castle.mp3Blind.mp3Foals.mp3Mother.mp3Death.mp3Murderer.mp3Way.mp3Navigate.mp3Sleep.mp3First.mp3Ghost.mp3Cackle.mp3Feelings.mp3Silence.mp3Decision.mp3Arrived.mp3Stories.mp3Deed.mp3Regret.mp3Master.mp3Dragon.mp3Tower.mp3Blood.mp3Lance.mp3Sword.mp3Adhere.mp3Throat.mp3Jump.mp3Slam.mp3Furious.mp3Unstoppable.mp3Head.mp3Screams.mp3Right.mp3Trouble.mp3Breath.mp3Boss.mp3Higher.mp3Touch.mp3Not 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of Darkness (Prologue)Things.mp3Tiredness.mp3Ownership.mp3Movement.mp3Funny.mp3Struck.mp3Purpose.mp3Houses.mp3Throw.mp3Cry.mp3Expectation.mp3Dizzy.mp3Flash.mp3Markings.mp3Invisible?.mp3Distortion.mp3Blind.mp3Pony Corpse.mp3Smoke.mp3Confirmation.mp3Brat.mp3Float.mp3. I float. This is a different place. True.mp3. Now I know who I truly am. Survival.mp3. Surviving will be easier now. Perish.mp3. Everyone who stands in my way will perish. Blood.mp3. I don't mind blood on my claws. Not anymore. Fog.mp3. The fog clears. I have been spinning for a while. For how long? Vehicle.mp3. I have arrived in a new place. The mirror was the vehicle. Whereabouts.mp3. Where am I? Shadows.mp3. The place looks like everything is made out of shadows. The houses do, the street does. Home.mp3. I feel at home. Differences.mp3. Goodnight. Tomorrow will be a very different day. Bleak.mp3. The world is bleak and dark. So am I. Information.mp3. The information is still new. Is this why I feel weird? Shock.mp3. The shock is hard to shake off. But I accept. Monster.mp3. I did not know I am such a monster. Maybe that's why everyone is gone. People.mp3. How many people did I hurt? Acceptance.mp3. I don't know it. But I accept. Destiny.mp3. You have to follow who you are. It's been like this before the apocalypse. Traitor.mp3. I still have that traitor's sword. It will eat blood. But first... Hunger.mp3. I am hungry. Black.mp3. The entire room is black. So is the house. Food.mp3. Will the food be black, too? Confirmed.mp3. It is. Absolute.mp3. Everything is made of shadows here. Swallow.mp3. They swallow my light. But I can see. Myself.mp3. I see myself on my phone. I look different. Mirror Image.mp3. My phone is the mirror now. Imitation.mp3. I eat. It tastes like real food. But it is all black. Sated.mp3. I go outside to explore this place. Life.mp3. Am I the only one here? Wobbly.mp3. The street wobbles a little when I walk on it. Paint.mp3. Black shapes and white lines around them. Like the world has been painted for me. Indeed.mp3. It was. Findings.mp3. What am I supposed to find? Enemies.mp3. There are no enemies here. But if there were, they would be no problem to take care of. Not anymore. Hours.mp3. Three hours and only black houses, black streets, black furniture and black food. It stretches endlessly. Point.mp3. What's the point?! Tear.mp3. I lie down to sleep in another house, it's all useless. If I don't find something tomorrow, I will tear down the fabric of this zone. Tomorrow.mp3. Tomorrow. It's teardown day. Or finding some sense to all this. Your choice, shadow zone. Leaving.mp3. I want to leave. Door.mp3. I say and a door opens. Listen.mp3. It's a portal. The zone listened. Canterlot.mp3. I step out and I'm in Canterlot. Tremendous.mp3. What I see is tremendous. Tremendously terrifying. Leftovers.mp3. Not much is left. What happened here while I was gone? Hospital.mp3. The hospital is gone. That means the mirror is, too. But it's fine. The mirror is on my phone now. Mass.mp3. A wavering, dark mass of shadows is everywhere. It's what I saw when I was here for the first time, what I didn't want to tell you about. But now I have to. Gone.mp3. The world is gone. It really and truly is gone. Devour.mp3. Everything is being devoured by the shadows. By the darkness. The fate of my world. Growth.mp3. It keeps growing. It grew all the time while I was gone. Castle.mp3. Not much is left. But the flesh dragon still towers. The castle is still here. Can you still get there? Blind.mp3. Does he finally become blind by looking into this pure darkness? Foals.mp3. Where are those foals? Mother.mp3. Were they devoured, too? And their mother? Death.mp3. No. They are dead anyway. Murderer.mp3. I am a murderer. Soon-to-be. But I relish it. Way.mp3. I need to find my way. The castle seems to be a safe place still. Maybe he guards it from the shadows. Maybe they can't go there. Navigate.mp3. I navigate. A few houses are left, a few streets are. But it's a labyrinth now. Sleep.mp3. I cannot sleep in one of the houses. The darkness might be there before I awake. First.mp3. I need to reach the castle first. Then I can sleep. Ghost.mp3. A foal ghost appears at my side. I'm surprised you're still alive. Cackle.mp3. She cackles and chatters and babbles next to me all the time. Annoying. Feelings.mp3. It didn't feel bad to do that. Just cold. Silence.mp3. Now there is silence again. Good. Decision.mp3. I want it so. Don't annoy me and you might live. Arrived.mp3. I have arrived at the castle. Nothing exciting happened in the meantime. Don't worry about it. Stories.mp3. You like these stories, do you? Except they are no stories. For me, they are real. Deed.mp3. What have I done? Regret.mp3. I put myself to sleep. I'm not locking doors this time. Nothing lives here anymore. Master.mp3. Why regrets? Why would I regret anything? I need to cherish who I am, the dark master of this world. Dragon.mp3. I should kill the dragon thing. It must obey to my will. Tower.mp3. I climb up the tower. I cannot fly, my wings are all rotten now. But I will get there. Blood.mp3. The blood gushes into my face when another piece of flesh falls off the dragon. He dies, but I will get him first. Lance.mp3. He carries a lance on his back. A weapon I did not notice the first time. Sword.mp3. Will it withstand my sword? Adhere.mp3. Adhere to your master, foul creature from the depths. Throat.mp3. I slash its throat. Flesh parts and I can see its spine. Its as black as its skin. Jump.mp3. I jump off and climb back up its rear. He swings his lance, but it doesn't hit me. Slam.mp3. I slam my sword into the back of his neck. I will cut off his head. Furious.mp3. He thrashes around and screams. He is furious. Unstoppable.mp3. He can't stop me. Head.mp3. Off his head goes. My trophy. Screams.mp3. His screams stop. There is silence again. Right.mp3. The mass of shadows underneath me moves. They wash against the castle, reach higher and try to grab me. I was right. Trouble.mp3. I'm in trouble. Where do I go? Breath.mp3. I land on the tower and my breath goes strong. Boss.mp3. If I go out now, it won't be without glory. I slayed a boss. Higher.mp3. The shadows reach higher. I prevent myself from falling into them, with my last strength. But they will get me. Touch.mp3. I was touched. Let it be known that Silverstream slayed an undead dragon, wherever this phone ends up. Not Over.mp3. It is not over. I see shadows. Houses. I am back there? Zone.mp3. I am back in the shadow zone. I am unstoppable. Leave.mp3. I can leave at any time. But not now. Big.mp3. The biggest house, befitting for the master of this world. Trophy.mp3. The dragon head came with me. It will go above the fireplace. Fire.mp3. Dark, black fire. A novelty you will only see here. Visit.mp3. Will you visit one day? You will see the biggest collection of severed heads if you do. Reaper.mp3. I am the reaper of this world. Rest.mp3. Even reapers need rest. But not for long. Trophies.mp3. I look at my trophy. Soon there will be many more. Marvel.mp3. I eat and marvel at my success while my body heals. Tomorrow there will be more. I will unleash hell onto this world. Back out.mp3. I am back out in Canterlot. Shadows.mp3. The flesh dragon is gone. He has fallen into the shadows. Pleasure.mp3. I can leave and enter this place just as I please. I only need to say the word. Hunter.mp3. I'm on a hunt. Prey.mp3. It doesn't matter who it is. Kill.mp3. I just want to kill. I crave it. Victim.mp3. Who will be my first victim? Is there anyone still left here? Hideout.mp3. I bet they hide in one of them. Scared.mp3. Scared little ghosts, foals never change. Insides.mp3. I will get them, one after another, and I will slice up their insides. Smart.mp3. This time I will be more smart. I will cut off their heads before they can disappear. Cries.mp3. There. In the corner. Cute.mp3. Cries and says I killed his friend. How cute. Chirps.mp3. His voice is just a whistling and a chirping, the words are only in my head. Signal Lost.mp3. How do they communicate? Soon not anymore. Fools.mp3. They jump out and come at me all at once. It was a trap. Fools. Revenge.mp3. “Revenge” their little voices cry. Not for me. Swing.mp3. I only need one swing with my sword and they get smashed away. Was this all? Beaten.mp3. They lie on the ground, beaten in the dust. Pathetic. Heads.mp3. One after another, I cut off their heads. Stab.mp3. I stab one of them in the heart, for fun. She leans back and clenches her teeth, but does not cry. Brave. Effort.mp3. They don't die easily. Heart.mp3. I rip it out and she stops making sounds. Her friends watch in horror. Meal?.mp3. How does a heart taste? Faster.mp3. Her body liquifies and she disappears. But my sword is faster. Collection.mp3. Another head. Purple.mp3. A purple blob splashes to the floor. That's all that remains. Dead.mp3. So small. So little. So dead. Begging.mp3. Now they beg for their lives. Their tears evaporate. Joy.mp3. It is a joy to see. How they weep and hold onto each other. Soon.mp3. Soon, my dears. There will be no one of you left. Tongue.mp3. I cut out the tongue of another one. No hurt in having fun instead of making it quick. Pigs.mp3. They squeal like pigs when you stab them. Torture.mp3. I stab, cut, slice and rip. Colors.mp3. Red, green, yellow, purple, blue, black. Hardly blood. Their remains cover the ground. Finished.mp3. I am done here. Lessons.mp3. Do you like what I do with your lessons? Fireplace.mp3. Finally some color here. A sight worth to end the day on. Crumbles.mp3. Everything is crumbling apart. The city falls. Search.mp3. Once I have to leave it, I will search for the traitor. He deserves to go out next. Wails.mp3. I hear singing and wailing as the last houses are devoured. The city says goodbye. Survivor.mp3. Or is someone else here? Nothing.mp3. But why would I save them? They mean nothing. Aimless.mp3. I wander aimlessly. The destination does not matter. Hunt.mp3. At my side, Licky kills something in the grass. He hunts. Like I do. Smoke.mp3. We must be getting somewhere. There is smoke in the sky. Burn.mp3. It stings and burns in the eyes. Factory.mp3. A city full of factories. That's where the smoke comes from. But who runs them? Dimension.mp3. There won't be a place to sleep here. But I have my dimension. Production.mp3. What are they working on here? What do they produce? Learning.mp3. I will find out while I'm here. And the answer won't be pleasant. Long.mp3. But not today. The travel was long. Back into the shadow zone. Sense.mp3. Who works here and why? Corrected.mp3. Correction: What works here? Bar.mp3. It can't be worse than me. So I'm not worried. Apartments.mp3. The city is full of them. There don't seem to be apartments here. Where did everypony live? Hot.mp3. I open the door to a factory. Smoke comes out. It feels hot. Wires.mp3. Wire frame walkways everywhere and an endless bottom below. I don't see machines. Pit.mp3. The pit glows fire-red. Devil.mp3. It's the devil's factory. Better.mp3. There isn't a way to go down. Probably better. Up.mp3. But there is a way up. Stairs.mp3. Stairs. Lots of them. Coin.mp3. They lead into different directions. Time to toss a coin. Left.mp3. Pony head means left. One of the lefts, at least. I choose at random. High.mp3. Much too high and there's no railing. I should be through the roof by now. Computer.mp3. Finally a room. Full of computers, but no smoke. Good. On.mp3. The computers are all on. Salad.mp3. A salad of characters on each screen; letters, numbers, languages I have never seen before. New.mp3. Do these languages even exist? Maybe they do now. Bang.mp3. A loud bang from the door. I kick it open, but no one is there. Lock.mp3. I go back inside and lock the door. I am not afraid, but I can't stab or slit something that has no body. Repeat.mp3. The door bangs again. Repeatedly. Help.mp3. Desperately, like someone needs help. But I know it's a trap. Pony.mp3. A pony lies outside the room. Head turned backwards and eyes open. Wrong.mp3. Guess it wasn't a trap. Judged.mp3. The eyes stare at me. Judging. Something is in them. Insects.mp3. I see flies. They are everywhere. Speech.mp3. They cackle and speak. But I don't understand what they say. Place.mp3. What is this here? Memory.mp3. I only remember looking at those eyes and now I'm here. Here.mp3. But what is “here”? Buzz.mp3. A constant buzzing around me. The sounds feel like they tear into my flesh. Solution.mp3. But I can take care of that. Equipment.mp3. My sword is gone. And my backpack. Cloud.mp3. I walk through a cloud of flies. I don't see the end of it. Floor.mp3. The floor is flies, too. I should fall, but I don't. Dead Flesh.mp3. Am I inside a corpse? Door.mp3. I come to a door. But it's locked. Watching.mp3. For some reason, I want to sit down and watch it. Apathetic.mp3. Why not? I have nothing to lose, especially no time. Open.mp3. The door is open. When did that happen? Itchy.mp3. The flies keep buzzing. Now there are bite marks on my body. Red and itchy things. Flicker.mp3. I was only watching the light... How much time did pass? Video.mp3. There are so many things I can't describe here. I wish you could see them. I wish I could record a video for you. Save.mp3. But my battery says no. I have to be careful. Condition.mp3. The light still flashes. The condition of the door does not matter for it. Intestines.mp3. Cables and wires are hanging out of the door. They are red and pink, like bloody intestines. Lifeform.mp3. Maybe I'll discover a new lifeform. Venture.mp3. I go through the door. I have nothing else to do. Maybe I'll get my sword back. Bot.mp3. Robots everywhere. I have finally found the workers of this factory. Assembly.mp3. They are driving around on assembly lines. They must be in a hurry to do that. Bipedal.mp3. Bipedal robots, but with wheels where their feet should be. They carry stuff with thin arms and their faces show an expression of suffering. Nature.mp3. That's what this world is, isn't it? Suffering. Pain.mp3. I will make them suffer. Destruction.mp3. Can robots feel pain? It doesn't matter, I will destroy them regardless. Thieves.mp3. They have taken my sword. They will pay for thiis. First.mp3. The first one stops to look at me. I grab the bastard. Shell.mp3. I take off its outer shell and more of the cable intestines pour out. His face changes. He looks like he is in pain. Painful.mp3. They can feel it all, can't they? Shriek.mp3. I rip at the cables and pull them out, one after another. A shriek I didn't know robots can do and the light in his face goes out. Facial.mp3. No mouth, no eyes anymore. Its face is gone. Just a lifeless shell now. I throw it away, down into that endless pit below us. Defense.mp3. They are not defending themselves. Just weak little puppets in my claws. Task.mp3. I have a lot to do here. Massacre.mp3. I look at a massacre. Dead robots are around me, the place is sprinkled with red oil from their bodies and their pink cables. Work.mp3. This took an entire day. I'm exhausted, but happy. Improvement.mp3. I still don't have my sword. But I feel better now. Bed.mp3. I make myself a bed of cable intestines. They are soft, it turns out. Non-organic.mp3. Licky tries to eat them, then finds out they are not organic. He is cute like that. Corpses.mp3. I will sleep on the corpses of my labour. Nothing can hurt me. I am stronger. Best.mp3. I have rested up. This was the best sleep I had in years. Bastards.mp3. The bastards got what they deserved. Licky.mp3. Licky shivers. He is scared. Of what? Cause?.mp3. I can't feel anything, either. And I don't hear anything. What is the cause? Silent.mp3. Come to think of it, it's completely silent. Weird.mp3. A weird thing in a factory. Out.mp3. We better get out. The only question is where “out” is. Complex.mp3. The assembly lines run around the entire complex. I can't see where they lead. Finding out.mp3. But we need to get somewhere. Only one way to find out. We hop onto one of them. Curls.mp3. “Now you see what it means to feel pain!” That curly filly is on a screen. Plan?.mp3. She is not a statue? What does she want from me? Further.mp3. We ride further on the assembly line. The filly is gone. Weirdness.mp3. This was weird. Trick.mp3. I feel like we're being tricked in some way. Like we're being led into a trap. Careful.mp3. Careful now. Something is going to come. Delivery.mp3. We are being delivered into a hall made of white light. Pure.mp3. I'm surprised a light as pure as that still exists in this world. Voice.mp3. “Destroying your eyes like you destroyed his...” The voice of the filly is back. This time I can't see her. Eyes.mp3. What is this all about? Whose eyes did I destroy? One More.mp3. Another of my victims? Is this what mom was talking about? Soon there will be one more. She won't get away with this. Neverending.mp3. The light doesn't end, the light doesn't stop. I have closed my eyes now. She won't get me. Pitch-black.mp3. I open my eyes and the light is gone. It's pitch-black now. Foreboding.mp3. It's dark. That's nothing special. Except... Nothing.mp3. I look at my phone and I see nothing. Feel.mp3. But I can feel it. It's still there. Hearing.mp3. Licky is gone, too. No. I can hear him. He's here. Loss.mp3. But I can't see him. I can hear and I can feel, but I can't see. Blind2.mp3. It's not dark. I'm blind. Closed.mp3. How?! My eyes were closed. Sneer.mp3. “Do you like how this works?” The sneering voice again. What has she done to me? Eyesight.mp3. How could she take my eyesight? Did I close them for too long? Has the darkness behind my eyelids taken it? Black.mp3. I panic. But if I find her, I'll kill her. Fumble.mp3. I walk around what I think is a room. Steps.mp3. I hear hoofsteps. Clickity-clack on metal. They come closer. Fighting.mp3. I go into a fighting position. I can't see, but I won't let them win. Stopped.mp3. The hoofsteps have stopped. It's eerie and silent now. Vibrations.mp3. But I still feel vibrations. In my claws. I am deaf? Crippled.mp3. Deaf and blind, is that a punishment, a revenge? Unsteady.mp3. The vibrations come and go. Something wants to make me nervous. Static.mp3. I hear again. Just static anymore. So loud that it's in my head. My brain... Step.mp3. I do a step and come out of a door. I can see again. Equipped.mp3. I have my backpack and my sword is in my left claw. What happened? Computer2.mp3. Behind me is the computer room. But I have never entered it again. Future.mp3. A piece of paper is stuck on its back. “Your Future”, it says. Laugh.mp3. I hear a laugh. The maniacal giggling of this filly fills the room. It sounds gleeful and malicious. Villain.mp3. I am supposed to be the villain here. Stairs.mp3. We go down the stairs again, to leave this place. Licky is close behind me. He still acts scared. Her.mp3. More stairs will be ahead of us. There is more to explore here. I have to find her. Nap.mp3. But first, I take a nap in the shadow zone. The impressions reach deep. Fire.mp3. We go up another set of stairs. Fire engulfs us almost immediately. Witch.mp3. But it doesn't burn. Another trickery by that witch? Originality.mp3. Another door at the end of the stairs. How original. Blue.mp3. Blue painting on the door. The same gibberish. Game.mp3. What scare game does she play? She won't win. Abyss.mp3. There is just a dark abyss behind the door. It leads a few steps into the room, then the floor is collapsed and it all goes down to the bottom. Bottom.mp3. Bottom, where? Collapse.mp3. A few computers at the end of the room fall in as the floor collapses more. Wait.mp3. We waited. There is no sound coming from them after they disappeared in the dark depths. Depth.mp3. How deep are the depths? Face.mp3. A gigantic face appears. Translucent, with greyish-pink skin. It opens its mouth wide. I see yellow, stumpy teeth. Swallowed.mp3. The computers are back. We can see them again, the face emits a light. They get swallowed by the thing. Crunches.mp3. Crunches sound up to us from the depths. But the creature has its mouth still open. It's like there is something else inside of it. Something that eats. Bumped.mp3. We got bumped and now we fall. I hear the hated giggling from behind. Open.mp3. Open goes the mouth even further. We are a meal. Nice.mp3. It was nice knowing you. Back.mp3. Buzzing flies again. We are back where we were before. This is the same place. So it is the body of a corpse. Organ.mp3. The floor is soft and squishy. Still covered in flies. Are we walking on an organ, I wonder? Perhaps a lung or intestines? TMI.mp3. You think too much, Silverstream. Giant.mp3. But this is the body of the giant mouth creature. The face. We've been here all along. Time.mp3. Have we been here all along? How long have we been here? Spin.mp3. My mind starts to feel dizzy. Everything is spinning all of a sudden. Could it be... Weapon.mp3. I still have my sword this time. Guess the magic didn't work well enough to take it away again. Her mistake. Bloody.mp3. Once I find her, there will be blood. Room.mp3. What room will we find this time? Fall.mp3. None. It goes deeper down. But not on stairs. It's a free fall. Robot.mp3. A robot flies by and down into the hole. It's more a propeller than anything else. Grab.mp3. We grab onto it and hitchhike down. There's no way we could do the jump. Dry.mp3. There is dried blood on the rotor blades, brown and grainy. Like somepony fell into them while they were spinning at full speed. Killer.mp3. I am not the only killer here. Boredom.mp3. It's a boring ride. The hole keeps getting deeper and blacker. It's been three hours since we entered. How much deeper does this go? World.mp3. It feels like we should be out at the other end of the world by now. Alternation.mp3. I alternate between my claws each time one arm starts to hurt. It's the only way to endure this. Endless Flight.mp3. But there is no sleep. Eight hours of what was once called “night” and this robot is still flying. Will it ever land? Does it exist?.mp3. Is there anything to land? Plan.mp3. I don't know what would be down here. But maybe that's the plan. Starvation.mp3. Maybe we should fly here forever until we die from starvation or lose our grip. And our skeletons will fall until the end of time. Decomposition.mp3. Can our bodies even rot down here? Trapped.mp3. I can't warp into my dimension. Because when I return, we would just fall. Crap. She really got me. Meaning.mp3. But would it matter? If we fall forever and there is no end to this pit... Dare.mp3. I let go. We fall now and eventually it will bring an answer. Before.mp3. I have seen them before, in that creepy room in the forest. But there is no music this time. Which of them are real? None.mp3. Or none are. Falling....mp3. We keep falling. Beach.mp3. We have landed on a beach. It was a soft landing, too. Surprise.mp3. I am surprised about nothing anymore. Evil.mp3. But it's not a good one. This one radiates evil. Lunchtime.mp3. We sit down and eat. I have filled my backpack in my dimension. No Worries.mp3. I don't worry. Anything that approaches us will eat my sword. Approach.mp3. Something comes. Lunchtime for them. Hooves.mp3. I hear the hooves in the sand, fast and hasty. They are angry. Metal.mp3. My sword clashes against solid metal, but it's not another sword. Her hoof is made of it, somehow. Filly.mp3. It's the filly from the forest. The other one. The good one. Screams.mp3. She screams and says I have killed her friends. I don't remember that, but it will be fine. She will be with them soon. Stronger.mp3. It's a fierce battle, but she is stronger. How? Warp.mp3. She can warp and transform her body by her free will. I stand no chance. Dust.mp3. We lie beaten in the dust. My sword is far away. Menace.mp3. She comes, menacingly, a wicked grin on her mouth. My vision went black for a moment. Heavy.mp3. My eyes are heavy... Limbs.mp3. Our limbs are injured. We bleed from many parts. 3.mp3. A look on my phone says it's been three days since the encounter. I can hardly pull it up. Duration.mp3. We have been unconscious for that long? Lucky.mp3. We're lucky she didn't kill us. Soaked.mp3. The sand is soaked with our blood. How are we still alive? Death?.mp3. I don't know if Licky will make it. If I get her... Teleport.mp3. I teleport us back into our home. For now, we lick our wounds. Payment.mp3. But she will pay for this. List.mp3. And if my pet dies, I will screw off her head and feed her own eyes to her. She is on my list now. Recuperate.mp3. Time to recuperate now. Once we are healed, we will hunt again. Unknown.mp3. We hunt. We don't know this beach and I can't teleport us anywhere else. But we'll find our way. Hunting Season.mp3. It's filly hunting season. She shouldn't think she will get away with this just because she is young. Guidance.mp3. It's like they're moving somewhere and my light is guiding them. But I won't guide them anywhere. I keep the light on the path. Moon.mp3. The moon glistens in the sky. Yes, there is a moon. But I know it's not real. It casts no light on the ground. Distraction.mp3. A demonic distraction, nothing else. If we look at it for too long, it will make our eyes fall out. Something like that. We don't look. Howling.mp3. The wooden staggerers howl sometimes. I know what they're howling at. They're worshipping that fake moon. Alive.mp3. That must mean its alive. Demonic, like I said. Blood.mp3. The ocean is blood, if you wondered. That's probably why their mouths drip blood. They drink it. Wood.mp3. It reminds me on the trees. Does everything that's made of wood drink blood here? Change.mp3. The ocean at Mount Aris looked normal. Why doesn't it here? Black.mp3. Licky drinks it, of course. He lost a lot of blood, so he can need it. If that's how his body works. But I pass. I have black water in a bottle. Reach.mp3. It's still far away. But we will get there. Puffs.mp3. The lighthouse blows puffs of smoke in the air. It is a machine? Generator.mp3. Of course it is. The light must be generated somehow. But this is different. Duration.mp3. It's been long enough now. Luck.mp3. But I guess I am lucky and maybe I shouldn't ask too many questions. No Luck.mp3. She won't be so lucky. I will be taking care of that. Stretch.mp3. The landscape stretches out longer and longer. The lighthouse seems to get farther away with each step. But that's probably just an illusion. Or is it? No Bounds.mp3. Everything is possible here. Wicked.mp3. The wicked wood men also don't get fewer. They are lined up all the way to the lighthouse, it seems. Boundless.mp3. If everything has no bounds in this world, will we ever reach the lighthouse? Will we ever get anywhere? Strength.mp3. It's far away and might get even farther away. But my revenge keeps me going. It gives me strength. We will get there. Blood Rain.mp3. When will it start to rain blood? You'd expect that in the apocalypse. Energy.mp3. We keep going. We haven't slept, but we don't need to. Something from the lighthouse fuels us with energy. Source.mp3. It comes from there. Refusal.mp3. But it doesn't seem to do anything for the wood men. The light doesn't even reach them. Welcome.mp3. We want to get there just like they. But only one party is welcome. Intention.mp3. What does it want from us? Lure.mp3. Maybe it's the bitch who lures us. But she will regret it if she does. Superior.mp3. We are stronger than her. Close.mp3. We are almost there. I will go silent, because we will sneak inside. Snuck.mp3. We have snuck inside. And what we found is tremendous. Empty.mp3. It's tremendously empty. That's what we found. What's the point?! No Point.mp3. We have been lured here and it has all been for nothing? Trap?.mp3. Are we sure it's no trap? We have searched the entire lighthouse last night, but we found nothing. Pointless.mp3. No paintings on the wall, no creepy writing, no mysterious trapdoors, no holes in the ground that lead who knows where. Why are we here? Size.mp3. It's huge, by the way. Which makes it even more weird. The Bitch and the Witch.mp3. Even the singing bitch isn't here. Neither is the witch who made me deaf and blind. Window.mp3. I look out the window. The eyes of the wood men are glowing red now. Are they mad because they can't get here? Unspectacular.mp3. Don't worry. You miss nothing here. End.mp3. We have nowhere else to go. Other than the ocean. The land ends here. Irrevergence.mp3. It shouldn't be. But it does. Don't question it. Question.mp3. Should we go into the ocean? It has brought us good so far, it made me find out who I really am. But who knows what lurks in it here... I have hardly seen any of it. Camp.mp3. We camp here while we ponder that question. Nothing is here, so it will be fine. We are not in danger. Begging.mp3. I beg for something interesting to happen, but it doesn't. That's a first. Growth.mp3. I teleported us back into my dimension, but when we return, it's always here. I wonder if my powers will grow. Choice.mp3. We have the choice between an ocean of blood and... Name.mp3. I don't know what to call it. Same.mp3. Nothing and something all at the same time, in the same place... I can't explain it. My brain can't. It makes me feel sick to think about this. My stomach twists. No Choice.mp3. We have no choice. I was wrong. We can only take our chance in the ocean. It hurts my brain to go there, even thinking about it hurts... No Thoughts.mp3. You need to stop thinking about it, Silverstream. Stop it. Stop it. STOP IT. Drown.mp3. I dive headfirst into the blood before I keep thinking about it more. I need to drown out my mind. Stuffed.mp3. I need to stuff my phone into my backpack. I don't know how long it would last in this accumulation of blood. I don't know how long this swim will go, when we will see land again. Land.mp3. We have arrived on a land. A new land. After all that time. 30.mp3. 30 days in the ocean of blood... How can you not become insane by that? Didn't.mp3. I somehow didn't. Maybe being evil saved me. Power.mp3. It gives me power beyond any belief. Stronger.mp3. Licky is much stronger now. He has grown, double the size. All the blood helped him. It does get absorbed by his body. Where.mp3. Where are we? The land is covered in fog, wafting before black, crooked trees. There is not much else. Burn.mp3. The ground is burnt. Nothing grows here anymore. Deader.mp3. Can the world become even deader? Always.mp3. But something is here. There always is. Why.mp3. Why is everything burnt? Did the lava demon come here? Has it learned to cross the ocean? Blood.mp3. Maybe all of the oceans have turned to blood. That would explain it. Thick.mp3. Blood is thicker than water. Sullied.mp3. My body is covered in it. My feathers are sullied. There's nowhere to wash it off. Kill.mp3. I still have to kill that thing. The lava demon. Kill the children, kill the mother. First.mp3. But first, that insufferable, powerful filly. Where is she? Has she come here, too? Looking.mp3. We go and look around. If anything happens, you will hear from me. Hill.mp3. We stand on a hill and look at a fortress. Lights.mp3. Lights are flickering inside. It must be inhabited. Living.mp3. Who lives in a dead forest like this? Discover.mp3. We are going to find out. If they are hostile, they will meet my blade. Certainty.mp3. Or maybe they'll meet it anyway... hostile or not. Down.mp3. We go down the hill and ever closer. Another.mp3. Down one hill and up another. Ancient.mp3. It must have been here before it all started. Many hundred years ago. Open.mp3. The doors are open. A stupid thing in the apocalypse. Entered.mp3. Now they are not open anymore. We have entered and they closed. We have been awaited? Treachery.mp3. It is treacherous here. My sword will get work. Plain.mp3. They hide in plain sight, in the walls. But when we get close, they are gone. Shadows.mp3. Wall shadows. What do they want? Why are they here? Occupants.mp3. Are these the only ones who live here? Life?.mp3. Do they live? Tower.mp3. A bed is in the tower. Freshly-made. We have been awaited. Bait.mp3. I take the bait. They have nothing to resist my sword. Tomorrow.mp3. Tomorrow we will know. Good Night. Occupation.mp3. “They occupy this place. It's their home.” I woke up with these sentences in my head. Wait.mp3. They are waiting for something. Intent.mp3. What do they want? Alive.mp3. They are not alive. My sword won't get anything to do here. Fresh.mp3. It's fresh. Singsong.mp3. Now they all start singing. A creepy chant leaves their throats. If they have something like that. Savior?.mp3. What do you want from me? Should I avenge you? This isn't my task. Mission.mp3. I'm on a killing mission. Your fate does not concern me. Howls.mp3. Now they howl and disappear. Are they disappointed? It's not my problem. I am not their angel of revenge. Leave.mp3. We leave this place. I can smell something. It's the stench of that filly who has more power than she should have. Trail.mp3. Time to follow the trail. With some luck, we'll be killing tonight. Stench.mp3. Her stench is foul. To me it is. Search.mp3. We have been searching for the whole night. We found nothing. Dead trees and burnt soil where we look. Question.mp3. Did she do this, too? No, she isn't like me. She is an angel of good. And that will make it all the more interesting to kill her. Ready.mp3. My sword is ready. It lusts for blood. Giggles.mp3. Giggling and snickering all around us. It suddenly started. Witch.mp3. “Oh, Silverstream... You have finally come here. Aren't you glad? We will meet, at last.” I know this voice. It's the witch from the factory. Victim.mp3. Good to me. Then she willl be the first to die. Friend.mp3. “Oh, just look at you. The great friend has arrived.” There she stands, with her pink coat and her curly, blue mane. Now I know who she is. Clash.mp3. Her blade clashed against mine. But I am stronger. Maniac.mp3. She screams and yells wild accusations. Some are true. And soon there will be one more. Revenge.mp3. She thinks she is a good fighter. Revenge makes blind. Wings.mp3. Only one swing with my sword and her wings are cut off. No flying anymore, bitch. Beaten.mp3. She lies beaten on the scorched ground. Blood leaks from the holes in her back, enough to fill a small pond with. She looks at me with widened, shocked eyes. Her entire body is shaking. “You are evil.” Her last words. Stabbed.mp3. I stabbed my sword through her heart and ended it. It was more mercy than she deserved for the trouble she caused me. But the breaking of her eyes was worth it. Target.mp3. One target down, one target left. Or....mp3. Or maybe one more today. Bitch.mp3. The singing bitch who nearly killed us stands in the distance. The filly with the holy attitude. She stares at us with no expression, but looks somehow sad. Now tears leak from her eyes. I will give her a reason to be sad. Gone.mp3. I charged at her and she just disappeared. Coward. Hunt.mp3. The hunt continues. But first, we celebrate this victory. In the place where I control the shadows. Shadow Zone.mp3. We are back in the shadow zone. Her head hangs with the others now. Licky gets the rest of her miserable body. We both have a feast today. Enemy.mp3. I have one enemy less. But I will never run out of them. Skeleton.mp3. Nothing but a skeleton is left of her now. I throw it out. Licky did a fine job. Forest.mp3. The burnt forest looks different now. Chunks are missing from the trees. It looks like they're disintegrating. Faces are in their barks. Their mouths are open like they're screaming and they look at me with judging eyes. Old & New.mp3. The old Silverstream would have been scared. But not me. More.mp3. I want more. Give me more of their faces, give me more of their blood. Give me more of their heads to hang upon my fireplace. It makes me thrive. Wanted.mp3. Is this what I wanted? But whatever awaits me, I will be ready. Hard.mp3. The impact has been hard. More flesh falls off and the bones have splintered on the bare part of my face. Street.mp3. We're standing on a street. I see a church. Survival.mp3. Who will survive in a world made of shadows? Me.mp3. I will. Red.mp3. Red, demonic light pours out of the church's windows. I hear singing. Deep chanting of the unsettling kind. Throne.mp3. A horned demon sits on a throne that was once an altar. He asks me what I do in his domain. I ask him what he does in mine. Amused.mp3. The answer amuses him. I am being invited to feast at the table. Shriek.mp3. Shrieking, chattering demons all around me. Big and small. They burp and fart. One of them thinks it's funny to rip off flesh from his own arm. The others cheer and laugh. Madness.mp3. They have gone mad. Even the demons from the depths cannot deal with what the world has become. Cope.mp3. They won't have to cope for long anymore. I'll take care of it. Sign.mp3. The Sign of the Order is being rolled into the room. Fires flare up everywhere. I am surprised... Tied.mp3. The traitor is tied to it. So we meet again. Stomach.mp3. A demon sticks his claws into his stomach, stirs around in it, then pulls out bloody bits and threads. Only for the wound to close again, the intestines returning to where they belong. Then it starts again. This is what hell must look like. Rescue.mp3. It seems I am on a rescue mission now... This will be fun. Trust.mp3. First I need to gain their trust. This will take a while. Fun.mp3. I could of course kill them all. And I will. But it's going to be more fun this way. Betrayal.mp3. Kill them when they trust you. They won't see what's coming. The next days will be a delight. Demon Conversation.mp3. Vicić says he is good at gut sewing. The conversations you have with a demon. Tapestry.mp3. They say they'll make a tapestry out of Rumble's guts. Time Limit.mp3. At the time of the former sundown. I have a time limit. Starting.mp3. Where do I go first? Key.mp3. They keep the key to his cell in a strange place. Many of them guard it. Stranger.mp3. I'm a newcomer. A stranger. They won't let me in so easily if I say I want to have some fun with him, too. Rooms.mp3. Many rooms, many corridors. But why are they hiding the key so well? A lot of organization for a pack of uncivilized demons. Ask.mp3. I have to ask each of them something. If they answer right, they'll let me in. But shouldn't they ask me a question? What a weird world this has become. Questions.mp3. I have to think of questions. I'm not in the mood for guessing games. They have all become insane. Easy.mp3. Let's make this easy. Zoo.mp3. What says the crocodile to the rhinoceros? Right.mp3. He got it right. “Rhinoplasty doesn't make me want to eat you more” was the right answer. Bad.mp3. A bad joke. But anything that gets me out of this hole fast enough. Seven.mp3. There are seven more corridors. I spare you the details of it. Mad.mp3. What a mad show. But there's a solution. Throats.mp3. I slit all their throats. My path is covered in bodies. Guard.mp3. Now only the guard is left. Rumble's eyes look delicious as he sees how I stab him from behind and rip out his heart. Turn.mp3. Turning the key was hard. The door is massive. Freed.mp3. I got the traitor out. Now we flee. I hear roaring from behind, from the big guy. Report.mp3. I report back when we got out. Nice.mp3. It was a nice battle, I only wished I would have killed the bastard alone. Dark Powers.mp3. My dark powers impressed him even more. He never saw a creature getting sucked up by shadows and then return like nothing happened. Asking.mp3. He's asking a lot of questions. I'm not here to answer any of them. Battle.mp3. Let's impress him with my battle abilities. Duel.mp3. I drew my sword and held it at his throat. Outsider.mp3. I could just kill him while he sleeps. But killing a worthless outsider like him is more fun that way. Fighter.mp3. He finally draws his sword. Let's see what a good fighter he is. Clash.mp3. Our blades clash. Metal on metal, sparks are flying. Evil.mp3. He keeps asking why I'm doing this and what happened to me. I'm evil, bastard. Armor.mp3. He wears armor now and that makes it harder. But I'm going to win. Scratch.mp3. His blade scratched my arm and blood is splashing. Not enough to make it dysfunctional. Attack.mp3. I keep closing in on him, with fast, brutal strikes of my sword. He blocks and counters. Worthless.mp3. He fights well for a worthless existence from the streets. But worthless stays worthless. Stab.mp3. I stabbed his chest through a gap in his armor. He bleeds, but keeps standing. Almost.mp3. Not long anymore. Skill.mp3. How does it feel, being beaten by someone with skill and a future? Tail.mp3. I cut off his tail after another series of clashes. Not enough. Victory.mp3. He is breathing harder and getting slower. Almost my victory. Die.mp3. Finally die. Propped.mp3. He stands there, propped on his sword, breathing heavily and bleeding from many wounds. Victory. Pleading.mp3. The traitor pleads for his life. He tells me that I'm not evil. He still doesn't understand. Pitiful. Saved.mp3. He saved my life. Very true. And a mistake. Head.mp3. His head is being held up by my claws gripping his mane. My biggest enemy is finally dead. High.mp3. You'll get the highest spot above my fireplace. Not worthy of you, but worthy of my achievement. Mine.mp3. This church is now mine. I should stay here for a while. Cells.mp3. The cells of the demons stink like hell. I'll have to muck them out. Broom.mp3. The traitor's tail makes for a good broom. You are useful for something, after all. Broomstick.mp3. Does using a corpse without head as broomstick make me like them? Probably, but it's fun to use the traitor for that. Windows.mp3. Open the windows to let in the cool air of the darkness. Disposal.mp3. The corpse goes out the window. So do the demon bodies. The Order.mp3. This is a church of The Order. Now it's back to whom it truly belongs. Food.mp3. The kitchen is stuffed. Turns out these demons can also eat normal food. Document.mp3. A document, with a very important seal on it. Darkness.mp3. “In the olden times, Equestria was not ruled by one, but two regal alicorn sisters, who had vowed to create harmony for the land. The eldest used her powers to...” I already know this. Comet Tail showed his writings to me. They knew what would happen? Stop.mp3. Why didn't The Order try to stop it? Wind.mp3. I don't get an answer on the question. A sharp wind suddenly picks up, it blows away the documents and knocks down shelves. Scootaloo?.mp3. In the middle of the wind stands she, that filly from the forest. She asks me why I murdered “Scootaloo”. Flightless.mp3. Oh, that flightless excuse for a bird. She got in with the wrong people. She didn't deserve better. Metal.mp3. I draw my sword by surprise and attack, but she blocks with a hoof made of pure metal. She disappears again. Goal.mp3. I am not finished here before she isn't dead. Revenge is best served cold and that's what I will do. Mess.mp3. It will take time to clean up that mess. But the archives of The Order need to be tidy and unblemished. Left.mp3. I am the only one left. But I have my own mission now. I don't feel bound to this religion anymore. Filly.mp3. I need to find this filly and end her. This is the only thing that counts. Wolves.mp3. We have left the church and continue. A sign here says “Hills of the Wolves”. Origin.mp3. I can't tell if this has been here before the apocalypse already or not. Confident.mp3. I just slayed demons from the deepest depths. What can wolves do to me? Howls.mp3. We hear them howling. They are already here. Creature.mp3. What are they? Not normal wolves, because all animals are dead. Not Us.mp3. We won't, though. My power will make sure of it. Unknown.mp3. I still don't know where we are. Since we fell down the pit in this factory, we are lost in unknown places. Illusion.mp3. It can't all be another illusion, can it? I hope not, it would make my victories worthless. But if it is, I'll find the one who's responsible for tricking my mind and show them the consequences. Close.mp3. A wolf comes close to us. He's enormous, as black as the darkness and his mouth is dribbling with blood. Sounds.mp3. He opens his mouth and a mix of screeching, metallic machine sounds and ape noises comes out. It's like he's speaking to us, but I don't understand this. Creepy.mp3. It creeps me the fuck out. Deprecation.mp3. He trots away again after giving us a deprecating look. He knows who it shouldn't fight. Hills.mp3. Hills after hills after hills. We are under way for hours now and see no end. Glowing.mp3. Sometimes glowing eyes in the darkness and we know what they are. Watch.mp3. But no progress. Are we only here to be watched? Rest.mp3. There is no point in continuing today. I go and rest in the shadow zone. This is where they have no power. Another.mp3. We have finally seen another wolf. The same as yesterday, deprecating look and machine sounds. Hatred.mp3. They hate us. But why? They know?.mp3. It's like they know what I did. Horn.mp3. I hear a shiphorn. It's coming from far away. Never.mp3. I never heard something creepier. Escort.mp3. Another wolf appears. He slowly walks in front of us, sometimes looking behind. Does he want us to follow him? Hours.mp3. We walk for hours. The wolf is still there. Coast.mp3. We reach a coast. A ship lies anchored here. The wolf stops right in front of it and turns around. Not welcome.mp3. He wants us to leave. We are not welcome, apparently. Ship.mp3. Neither is this place welcome with me. We go onto the ship. Rusty.mp3. It's old and rusty. It's not big either. It moves by itself once we are on board. The old motor is rattling. And the shiphorn still works. Voyage.mp3. So this is our voyage. Our new journey. Where will it bring us? Boring.mp3. Day 3 on the ocean. There is not much to tell. Water.mp3. The ocean is not made of blood here. Left Behind.mp3. I can't teleport into my shadow dimension here. The ship would probably continue without us then. Don't Mind.mp3. I don't mind swimming here, but I can't tell how far the way would be. Beach.mp3. A tropic beach would be nice. But I probably won't find this here. Dip.mp3. I could take a dip in the ocean, to wash off the blood. But the ship moves too fast for that. Surprised.mp3. I will be surprised if we get onto another land. Prediction.mp3. Something is predictably wrong here. Call.mp3. The shiphorn is calling something. Visit.mp3. Is something on its way? Howls.mp3. Howling in the darkness. I can't tell how far away. Different.mp3. Not like the wolves. It's different. Delivery.mp3. I thought we are being brought somewhere, but maybe something is being brought to us. Intensity.mp3. I shine my flashlight into the darkness at full intensity, but nothing. Watch.mp3. We are being watched. I just know it. Skulking.mp3. It skulks in the darkness. Waves are being whipped up as something moves. Circle.mp3. It circles around the ship. I can hear it. Lightning.mp3. Lightning flashes in the sky. A thunderstorm? Source.mp3. Is this the last, natural source of light that is left? Thunder.mp3. But I hear no thunder. This is not natural. Unsafe.mp3. Something wants to get us. The water isn't safe. But neither is this ship. Huge.mp3. The waves lick at the ship stronger and stronger. Something moves the water. Something huge. Lurk.mp3. It's lurking for us in the darkness, but it does not come closer. Afraid.mp3. We should be afraid before we die. But I am not. Out.mp3. There will be a way out of this. I am the master of this world. Nothing can beat me. You won't get me. Stalker.mp3. Day 3 of being stalked. The thing in the water wants to make us scared. Fear is its power. Shadow.mp3. If there were a moon in the sky, we would see a shadow that blocks it. I'm sure. Position.mp3. I destroyed the shiphorn to not reveal our position any longer. But can it see in the darkness? Probably.mp3. It probably can't. Why else would the shiphorn call it then? Bridge.mp3. What steers this ship? The bridge is empty and there is no one in the cargo or on deck. Direction.mp3. I would steer it myself, if I knew where to go. Tentacle.mp3. A tentacle grabbed the ship, but I cut it off with my sword. Attack.mp3. We are under attack. Laugh.mp3. A loud, triumphant laugh surrounds us. Something thinks it wins. Pulled.mp3. The ship is being pulled under water, by a force we can't see. We have no choice. We jump. Suction.mp3. The suction of a vortex pulls us down. We can't escape. Arrival.mp3. We arrived in a wet and empty place. There is no water anymore. But... Squish.mp3. The ground is squishy and warm. We walk on something that feels organic. Red.mp3. Red walls and an unbelievable stench. I can hear something pounding in the distance. Small vibrations everywhere. Voices.mp3. I hear something else... Voices? Fail.mp3. “We had hopes in you and you failed us.” Who?.mp3. Failed, who? Who is talking? Right.mp3. “I just wanted you to set things right.” Sense.mp3. I record these voices, but they don't make sense. Chance.mp3. “I gave you a chance because I believed in you, but you didn't take it.” Lost.mp3. “We are lost without you, why didn't you help?” Drop.mp3. “You dropped us when we needed you, killed us, and now it is too late.” World.mp3. “The world falls with you.” Justice.mp3. “Now your justice comes.” Sink.mp3. I sink to the soft ground on wobbly knees. My mind slips away as the light penetrates my skull. Woken.mp3. I am being woken up. The light is still there. Calls.mp3. A voice calls out for me. Strong and powerful. But are they more powerful than I am? Defenseless.mp3. I reached for my sword, but it is gone. Unequipped.mp3. My backpack too. Needless.mp3. I won't need it anymore, a voice tells me. A different voice. Freaky.mp3. Who is talking?! Dim.mp3. The light finally dims. Shadows poke out of a gloomy half-darkness. Around.mp3. They all sit around me and look at me. I can't see their eyes, but I feel them. Scare.mp3. They make me scared. I haven't felt scared since... Side.mp3. Licky is at my side. The only one left. Bellowing.mp3. A voice bellows down at me. My sentence has come, it says. Refined.mp3. They sit at high tables, made from fine, ornamented wood. The walls look refined. I can see that in the light that is available. Kindness?.mp3. A task I failed to perform. Kindness and help. Six.mp3. There are six. They all look completely different. Pony.mp3. One is a pony. But the others... Kindness.mp3. “Kindness not provided to one who lost a great friend.” Loyalty.mp3. “Loyalty stripped from those who loved you and relied on you.” Generosity.mp3. “Generosity that has been abused.” Magic.mp3. “Magic wasted and rejected in favor of darkness.” Honesty.mp3. “Honesty faked for a darker gain.” Laughter.mp3. “Laughter not given to the hearts of those who suffered.” Verdict.mp3. My verdict. My soul stripped from my body and plunged into the ether realms. But do I have one? Stabbed.mp3. A hoof turned to metal stabs my heart. Blood leaks from my disfigured beak, but I don't give them the benefit of a scream. Quiet.mp3. I hear her voice again. “I'm sorry.” It becomes quieter. This is my verdict. Free Fall.mp3. We are falling, but we have seen the stars. I didn't know they are down here. Or is it another illusion? Attack.mp3. From the corner of my eyes, I see Licky launching another attack. But he gets smashed away. Figures.mp3. There are these staggering figures all around us. Black and they look like thin wooden poles that have been nailed together randomly. Their mouths dribble with blood and they only move if my light falls on them. Are they her army? But they don't attack us. Lighthouse.mp3. There's a lighthouse in the distance. Now there is some light. Electricity.mp3. I still wonder how there can be electricity. You would think the generators would stop working in an apocalypse. Least after a while. Twist.mp3. What am I looking at? Is this an illusion? No... Because when there is an illusion, there is nothing. But there is something here. And at the same time, there's not. How can there be something and nothing at the same time? Explanation.mp3. If I could record a video for you, then you could see it and I wouldn't have to try to explain it. But this would make nothing better. You couldn't explain it, either. Brainfuck.mp3. Can I even breathe in an ocean of blood? There is only one way to find out and I have to find out. I rather choke than going into the creepy, brainfucking place. If it even is a place... but it has to be. It's a place and at the same time it isn't... Silent.mp3. When I walk out of the tower, they stand in the walls and look at me, silent and unmoving. Torture.mp3. The basement of the castle is full of torture devices. Blood is on them, a lot of blood. Slaughter.mp3. “Slaughtering all of your friends... how could you?” She speaks in a split tongue. I have never slaughtered friends of mine. “Oh, but you were in the process of it, weren't you, Silver? Everypony knows, the princess knows, your teacher does, I do. Did you know that he was my friend, too?” She suddenly charges. Listened.mp3. We have been listened to. The ground opened and a black hole appeared. Now we're falling again. Lost.mp3. By now, I don't know anymore where we are. But does it really matter in this world? Soon, the shadows will have devoured everything. Success.mp3. I got the key. It's heavy and encrusted with blood. Now they're all patting my shoulders and say I'm one of them. This is how you make friends with demons? Slayed.mp3. We slayed the big guy, the leader of the demons. Confusion.mp3. Rumble looked so confused when I said that I'm taking the head of the demon lord with me. If only he knew that his head will be next. Archives.mp3. I am searching the archives. I need to know what writings of The Order these demons left behind. Chance.mp3. She says she gave me a chance and asks why I didn't take it. I'll show her. Seals.mp3. I found another document. It speaks of the three seals that a member of The Order must open. Did they leave this behind for me? Instinct.mp3. Where does it even bring us? Why does it move by itself? My instinct tells me bad things. Blare.mp3. The horn keeps blaring, then something responds. It goes on and off, then on again. It's unsettling how we never see anything, but know that something is around us. Bright.mp3. A bright light is being shone at us. It hurts my eyes. My head explodes in pain and my stomach revolts. Unexpected.mp3. This filly from the forest appears in front of me, sudden and unexpected. She is sorry, she says. The Reaper of Darkness (Prologue). Something has changed. Another evil has entered our world. I could feel it, could sense its impact when it hit our once innocent soil. It happened far away, there is no imminent danger for us. But something will come. How could I feel it? Am I now connected to the evil forces that plague our world? Have I gone too far, has my research been too deep and I looked into the abyss more than sanity advises? Maybe something was passed on to me... Or... the impact of the new, unholy arrival has been strong enough that it could be felt even here, in Canterlot, the center of our power before it got taken from us. It was felt in the body and sensed in the soul... I am frightened. I pray that the creature from the clocktower has not been released... but when did prayers ever live up to the hope they gave us? Time and space have no meaning anymore in this world, but even if it left this city, it might return. The future looks bleak. If there is still such a thing as future... This city has almost been destroyed and I cannot stay here for much longer. Soon the walls of the dimension I have created will crumble and fall apart. The powers here are growing. I don't know what it is that they are trying to build, but it grows, becomes bigger and stronger every moment, with every stroke of quill that I leave on this parchment. They will find me soon and then there will be no safe place here anymore. I have been looking for survivors. It was a foolish risk and I knew I would not be able to stay with them for long, but I needed to know if anyone else had been bestowed with the same luck, or misfortune, to survive the coming of darkness, to weigh my options and figure out what could be done to help our bleeding world. I was successful. I have found two survivors, a young hippogriff from the realm of Aris and a grey pegasus colt. I only know the colt. He worked as the royal chef in Canterlot Castle before all of this began. Now they are also trapped in this hellscape that has engulfed our world. I don't know what chooses who or what survives... There has been a cave, near the tainted graveyard... When I explored it, I discovered bats, an entire colony, and they looked just like before. It is the biggest mystery, how some survive and some don't, but maybe the answer, the salvation I seek, is contained therein... The colt worries me and deprives me of sleep. He is surrounded by an aura of death. My magic shows a black heart, my cards always reveal the reaper. Who is he? Has The Third One sent him to oversee her work? Has he come from the black depths of space to help keep the machinations of the darkness running? I don't know what role he plays, but I should warn his companion. Nothing makes me confident that he can be trusted. Soon, something will come. The sirens blare every day now. The little ghosts become restless. They play with their mother, the lava beast from under the ground, their eternal game of death and resurrection. But something has them act different now. They look up at the sky that once was, momentarily distracted in their game, like the salvation will come from there. But do they care about salvation? Are they as lost as we are or part of the fiendish system? Are they, perhaps, the last innocence of the old world that is left? Who are they? Who is the beast made of fire, whom they have so unbefittingly chosen as their mother? And what is the meaning of their endless play? Could there be an answer in all this? Could they be the answer? Maybe my mind is getting devoured by the madness around me... I don't know how long I will still hold out. I desperately search for answers, for signs that something good is still left in the world... But all seems to be in vain. The hippogriff is a lone survivor, like I am, but much less knowledged... What could she do? Her friend and companion seems to be a piece of darkness that took shape, nothing more. Just another, deadly hindrance in this world... What remains? The purple mare in the mountain... If she is freed, there will be complete destruction. This world will cease to exist then. A part of my mind, a treacherous voice from deep within, has started to tell me this might be for the best... Because, can anything really save us? Have we not been pushed too far into oblivion that any tiny amount of hope is nothing but a torture of the soul? Empty promises broken each time the darkness manifests itself more? Maybe what we should hope for is destruction, maybe we should welcome it and seek salvation in another world and in another life... Our souls are immortal. My heart refuses. What mind of mine decays, hollowed out by the merciless foes, is being compensated by my love for our true world. We have defeated so many enemies, saved our world countless times when it was at the brink of destruction... Should this really be the end of all things? It cannot be. I will keep searching for our salvation. And once I die, I will lay this mission into the claws of the brave, young hippogriff. Hope is what separates us from them. I will not let it be taken from me. Comet Tail, Astronomer and Historian, 1038 ANM Things.mp3. I have killed these things before. But now it will be a joy. Tiredness.mp3. I am tired. Why? Ownership.mp3. It doesn't matter. I can sleep in every house here. This place is mine. Movement.mp3. Everything moves. The shadows float and drift. The houses feel solid, but they don't look like it. Funny.mp3. Become a ghost and then die again. Funny how that goes. Least I won't have to kill them. Struck.mp3. With a mighty swing, I struck her with my sword and slice her up in the middle. She cries out, screams and disappears. A yellow goo splashes to the ground. Purpose.mp3. Now I know what this place is for. Houses.mp3. The houses here still stand. But the mass keeps spreading. Throw.mp3. I grab one of them and throw her into the shadows. There are many of them. One head less makes no difference. Cry.mp3. I hear a cry, but I don't care. Time to leave this place of misery for one the darkness has not reached. Expectation.mp3. A thing I did not expect at the beginning of all this was to find infrastructure. Dizzy.mp3. Looking into them makes me feel dizzy. But it's probably fine. Corpses can't hurt you. Flash.mp3. A red light flashes above it. Markings.mp3. There are markings on the door, drawn with something brown. I can spot an X. But I don't know how to describe the rest of them. Invisible?.mp3. There is nothing dangerous here. At least nothing we can see... Distortion.mp3. Terrible, loud screeching, like a computer that has gone nuts. Distorted computer signals. My ear drums feel like they're going to pop. Blind.mp3. But it's blinding me... Does something want to destroy my ears and my eyes? Is that the plan? Pony Corpse.mp3. The corpse is still there. Now its eyes are gone and blood leaks out of its ears. Smoke.mp3. It's all just smoke and mirrors. She can't scare me that way. My sword will pierce her heart. Confirmation.mp3. She stands behind the door. And then goes up in smoke. Just like I said. Brat.mp3. My head hurts. I keep falling unconscious in this place. Is it the magic of that witch that does that? Once I catch the brat, I'll make her pay.
Enemies.mp3. There are no enemies here. But if there were, they would be no problem to take care of. Not anymore.
Hours.mp3. Three hours and only black houses, black streets, black furniture and black food. It stretches endlessly.
Tear.mp3. I lie down to sleep in another house, it's all useless. If I don't find something tomorrow, I will tear down the fabric of this zone.
Tomorrow.mp3. Tomorrow. It's teardown day. Or finding some sense to all this. Your choice, shadow zone.
Hospital.mp3. The hospital is gone. That means the mirror is, too. But it's fine. The mirror is on my phone now.
Mass.mp3. A wavering, dark mass of shadows is everywhere. It's what I saw when I was here for the first time, what I didn't want to tell you about. But now I have to.
Castle.mp3. Not much is left. But the flesh dragon still towers. The castle is still here. Can you still get there?
Way.mp3. I need to find my way. The castle seems to be a safe place still. Maybe he guards it from the shadows. Maybe they can't go there.
Arrived.mp3. I have arrived at the castle. Nothing exciting happened in the meantime. Don't worry about it.
Master.mp3. Why regrets? Why would I regret anything? I need to cherish who I am, the dark master of this world.
Blood.mp3. The blood gushes into my face when another piece of flesh falls off the dragon. He dies, but I will get him first.
Right.mp3. The mass of shadows underneath me moves. They wash against the castle, reach higher and try to grab me. I was right.
Higher.mp3. The shadows reach higher. I prevent myself from falling into them, with my last strength. But they will get me.
Touch.mp3. I was touched. Let it be known that Silverstream slayed an undead dragon, wherever this phone ends up.
Marvel.mp3. I eat and marvel at my success while my body heals. Tomorrow there will be more. I will unleash hell onto this world.
Stab.mp3. I stab one of them in the heart, for fun. She leans back and clenches her teeth, but does not cry. Brave.
Apartments.mp3. The city is full of them. There don't seem to be apartments here. Where did everypony live?
Salad.mp3. A salad of characters on each screen; letters, numbers, languages I have never seen before.
Lock.mp3. I go back inside and lock the door. I am not afraid, but I can't stab or slit something that has no body.
Video.mp3. There are so many things I can't describe here. I wish you could see them. I wish I could record a video for you.
Intestines.mp3. Cables and wires are hanging out of the door. They are red and pink, like bloody intestines.
Bipedal.mp3. Bipedal robots, but with wheels where their feet should be. They carry stuff with thin arms and their faces show an expression of suffering.
Shell.mp3. I take off its outer shell and more of the cable intestines pour out. His face changes. He looks like he is in pain.
Shriek.mp3. I rip at the cables and pull them out, one after another. A shriek I didn't know robots can do and the light in his face goes out.
Facial.mp3. No mouth, no eyes anymore. Its face is gone. Just a lifeless shell now. I throw it away, down into that endless pit below us.
Massacre.mp3. I look at a massacre. Dead robots are around me, the place is sprinkled with red oil from their bodies and their pink cables.
Voice.mp3. “Destroying your eyes like you destroyed his...” The voice of the filly is back. This time I can't see her.
One More.mp3. Another of my victims? Is this what mom was talking about? Soon there will be one more. She won't get away with this.
Neverending.mp3. The light doesn't end, the light doesn't stop. I have closed my eyes now. She won't get me.
Eyesight.mp3. How could she take my eyesight? Did I close them for too long? Has the darkness behind my eyelids taken it?
Laugh.mp3. I hear a laugh. The maniacal giggling of this filly fills the room. It sounds gleeful and malicious.
Stairs.mp3. We go down the stairs again, to leave this place. Licky is close behind me. He still acts scared.
Abyss.mp3. There is just a dark abyss behind the door. It leads a few steps into the room, then the floor is collapsed and it all goes down to the bottom.
Face.mp3. A gigantic face appears. Translucent, with greyish-pink skin. It opens its mouth wide. I see yellow, stumpy teeth.
Swallowed.mp3. The computers are back. We can see them again, the face emits a light. They get swallowed by the thing.
Crunches.mp3. Crunches sound up to us from the depths. But the creature has its mouth still open. It's like there is something else inside of it. Something that eats.
Back.mp3. Buzzing flies again. We are back where we were before. This is the same place. So it is the body of a corpse.
Organ.mp3. The floor is soft and squishy. Still covered in flies. Are we walking on an organ, I wonder? Perhaps a lung or intestines?
Weapon.mp3. I still have my sword this time. Guess the magic didn't work well enough to take it away again. Her mistake.
Dry.mp3. There is dried blood on the rotor blades, brown and grainy. Like somepony fell into them while they were spinning at full speed.
Boredom.mp3. It's a boring ride. The hole keeps getting deeper and blacker. It's been three hours since we entered. How much deeper does this go?
Alternation.mp3. I alternate between my claws each time one arm starts to hurt. It's the only way to endure this.
Endless Flight.mp3. But there is no sleep. Eight hours of what was once called “night” and this robot is still flying. Will it ever land?
Starvation.mp3. Maybe we should fly here forever until we die from starvation or lose our grip. And our skeletons will fall until the end of time.
Trapped.mp3. I can't warp into my dimension. Because when I return, we would just fall. Crap. She really got me.
Before.mp3. I have seen them before, in that creepy room in the forest. But there is no music this time. Which of them are real?
Metal.mp3. My sword clashes against solid metal, but it's not another sword. Her hoof is made of it, somehow.
Screams.mp3. She screams and says I have killed her friends. I don't remember that, but it will be fine. She will be with them soon.
List.mp3. And if my pet dies, I will screw off her head and feed her own eyes to her. She is on my list now.
Unknown.mp3. We hunt. We don't know this beach and I can't teleport us anywhere else. But we'll find our way.
Hunting Season.mp3. It's filly hunting season. She shouldn't think she will get away with this just because she is young.
Guidance.mp3. It's like they're moving somewhere and my light is guiding them. But I won't guide them anywhere. I keep the light on the path.
Moon.mp3. The moon glistens in the sky. Yes, there is a moon. But I know it's not real. It casts no light on the ground.
Distraction.mp3. A demonic distraction, nothing else. If we look at it for too long, it will make our eyes fall out. Something like that. We don't look.
Howling.mp3. The wooden staggerers howl sometimes. I know what they're howling at. They're worshipping that fake moon.
Blood.mp3. The ocean is blood, if you wondered. That's probably why their mouths drip blood. They drink it.
Black.mp3. Licky drinks it, of course. He lost a lot of blood, so he can need it. If that's how his body works. But I pass. I have black water in a bottle.
Stretch.mp3. The landscape stretches out longer and longer. The lighthouse seems to get farther away with each step. But that's probably just an illusion. Or is it?
Wicked.mp3. The wicked wood men also don't get fewer. They are lined up all the way to the lighthouse, it seems.
Boundless.mp3. If everything has no bounds in this world, will we ever reach the lighthouse? Will we ever get anywhere?
Strength.mp3. It's far away and might get even farther away. But my revenge keeps me going. It gives me strength. We will get there.
Energy.mp3. We keep going. We haven't slept, but we don't need to. Something from the lighthouse fuels us with energy.
Trap?.mp3. Are we sure it's no trap? We have searched the entire lighthouse last night, but we found nothing.
Pointless.mp3. No paintings on the wall, no creepy writing, no mysterious trapdoors, no holes in the ground that lead who knows where. Why are we here?
The Bitch and the Witch.mp3. Even the singing bitch isn't here. Neither is the witch who made me deaf and blind.
Window.mp3. I look out the window. The eyes of the wood men are glowing red now. Are they mad because they can't get here?
Question.mp3. Should we go into the ocean? It has brought us good so far, it made me find out who I really am. But who knows what lurks in it here... I have hardly seen any of it.
Camp.mp3. We camp here while we ponder that question. Nothing is here, so it will be fine. We are not in danger.
Growth.mp3. I teleported us back into my dimension, but when we return, it's always here. I wonder if my powers will grow.
Same.mp3. Nothing and something all at the same time, in the same place... I can't explain it. My brain can't. It makes me feel sick to think about this. My stomach twists.
No Choice.mp3. We have no choice. I was wrong. We can only take our chance in the ocean. It hurts my brain to go there, even thinking about it hurts...
Drown.mp3. I dive headfirst into the blood before I keep thinking about it more. I need to drown out my mind.
Stuffed.mp3. I need to stuff my phone into my backpack. I don't know how long it would last in this accumulation of blood. I don't know how long this swim will go, when we will see land again.
Stronger.mp3. Licky is much stronger now. He has grown, double the size. All the blood helped him. It does get absorbed by his body.
Where.mp3. Where are we? The land is covered in fog, wafting before black, crooked trees. There is not much else.
Occupation.mp3. “They occupy this place. It's their home.” I woke up with these sentences in my head.
Singsong.mp3. Now they all start singing. A creepy chant leaves their throats. If they have something like that.
Howls.mp3. Now they howl and disappear. Are they disappointed? It's not my problem. I am not their angel of revenge.
Leave.mp3. We leave this place. I can smell something. It's the stench of that filly who has more power than she should have.
Search.mp3. We have been searching for the whole night. We found nothing. Dead trees and burnt soil where we look.
Question.mp3. Did she do this, too? No, she isn't like me. She is an angel of good. And that will make it all the more interesting to kill her.
Witch.mp3. “Oh, Silverstream... You have finally come here. Aren't you glad? We will meet, at last.” I know this voice. It's the witch from the factory.
Friend.mp3. “Oh, just look at you. The great friend has arrived.” There she stands, with her pink coat and her curly, blue mane. Now I know who she is.
Beaten.mp3. She lies beaten on the scorched ground. Blood leaks from the holes in her back, enough to fill a small pond with. She looks at me with widened, shocked eyes. Her entire body is shaking. “You are evil.” Her last words.
Stabbed.mp3. I stabbed my sword through her heart and ended it. It was more mercy than she deserved for the trouble she caused me. But the breaking of her eyes was worth it.
Bitch.mp3. The singing bitch who nearly killed us stands in the distance. The filly with the holy attitude. She stares at us with no expression, but looks somehow sad. Now tears leak from her eyes. I will give her a reason to be sad.
Hunt.mp3. The hunt continues. But first, we celebrate this victory. In the place where I control the shadows.
Shadow Zone.mp3. We are back in the shadow zone. Her head hangs with the others now. Licky gets the rest of her miserable body. We both have a feast today.
Forest.mp3. The burnt forest looks different now. Chunks are missing from the trees. It looks like they're disintegrating. Faces are in their barks. Their mouths are open like they're screaming and they look at me with judging eyes.
More.mp3. I want more. Give me more of their faces, give me more of their blood. Give me more of their heads to hang upon my fireplace. It makes me thrive.
Hard.mp3. The impact has been hard. More flesh falls off and the bones have splintered on the bare part of my face.
Red.mp3. Red, demonic light pours out of the church's windows. I hear singing. Deep chanting of the unsettling kind.
Throne.mp3. A horned demon sits on a throne that was once an altar. He asks me what I do in his domain. I ask him what he does in mine.
Shriek.mp3. Shrieking, chattering demons all around me. Big and small. They burp and fart. One of them thinks it's funny to rip off flesh from his own arm. The others cheer and laugh.
Madness.mp3. They have gone mad. Even the demons from the depths cannot deal with what the world has become.
Sign.mp3. The Sign of the Order is being rolled into the room. Fires flare up everywhere. I am surprised...
Stomach.mp3. A demon sticks his claws into his stomach, stirs around in it, then pulls out bloody bits and threads. Only for the wound to close again, the intestines returning to where they belong. Then it starts again. This is what hell must look like.
Betrayal.mp3. Kill them when they trust you. They won't see what's coming. The next days will be a delight.
Demon Conversation.mp3. Vicić says he is good at gut sewing. The conversations you have with a demon.
Stranger.mp3. I'm a newcomer. A stranger. They won't let me in so easily if I say I want to have some fun with him, too.
Rooms.mp3. Many rooms, many corridors. But why are they hiding the key so well? A lot of organization for a pack of uncivilized demons.
Ask.mp3. I have to ask each of them something. If they answer right, they'll let me in. But shouldn't they ask me a question? What a weird world this has become.
Questions.mp3. I have to think of questions. I'm not in the mood for guessing games. They have all become insane.
Guard.mp3. Now only the guard is left. Rumble's eyes look delicious as he sees how I stab him from behind and rip out his heart.
Dark Powers.mp3. My dark powers impressed him even more. He never saw a creature getting sucked up by shadows and then return like nothing happened.
Outsider.mp3. I could just kill him while he sleeps. But killing a worthless outsider like him is more fun that way.
Worthless.mp3. He fights well for a worthless existence from the streets. But worthless stays worthless.
Propped.mp3. He stands there, propped on his sword, breathing heavily and bleeding from many wounds. Victory.
Pleading.mp3. The traitor pleads for his life. He tells me that I'm not evil. He still doesn't understand. Pitiful.
High.mp3. You'll get the highest spot above my fireplace. Not worthy of you, but worthy of my achievement.
Broomstick.mp3. Does using a corpse without head as broomstick make me like them? Probably, but it's fun to use the traitor for that.
Darkness.mp3. “In the olden times, Equestria was not ruled by one, but two regal alicorn sisters, who had vowed to create harmony for the land. The eldest used her powers to...” I already know this. Comet Tail showed his writings to me. They knew what would happen?
Wind.mp3. I don't get an answer on the question. A sharp wind suddenly picks up, it blows away the documents and knocks down shelves.
Scootaloo?.mp3. In the middle of the wind stands she, that filly from the forest. She asks me why I murdered “Scootaloo”.
Flightless.mp3. Oh, that flightless excuse for a bird. She got in with the wrong people. She didn't deserve better.
Metal.mp3. I draw my sword by surprise and attack, but she blocks with a hoof made of pure metal. She disappears again.
Goal.mp3. I am not finished here before she isn't dead. Revenge is best served cold and that's what I will do.
Mess.mp3. It will take time to clean up that mess. But the archives of The Order need to be tidy and unblemished.
Left.mp3. I am the only one left. But I have my own mission now. I don't feel bound to this religion anymore.
Unknown.mp3. I still don't know where we are. Since we fell down the pit in this factory, we are lost in unknown places.
Illusion.mp3. It can't all be another illusion, can it? I hope not, it would make my victories worthless. But if it is, I'll find the one who's responsible for tricking my mind and show them the consequences.
Close.mp3. A wolf comes close to us. He's enormous, as black as the darkness and his mouth is dribbling with blood.
Sounds.mp3. He opens his mouth and a mix of screeching, metallic machine sounds and ape noises comes out. It's like he's speaking to us, but I don't understand this.
Deprecation.mp3. He trots away again after giving us a deprecating look. He knows who it shouldn't fight.
Rest.mp3. There is no point in continuing today. I go and rest in the shadow zone. This is where they have no power.
Another.mp3. We have finally seen another wolf. The same as yesterday, deprecating look and machine sounds.
Escort.mp3. Another wolf appears. He slowly walks in front of us, sometimes looking behind. Does he want us to follow him?
Coast.mp3. We reach a coast. A ship lies anchored here. The wolf stops right in front of it and turns around.
Rusty.mp3. It's old and rusty. It's not big either. It moves by itself once we are on board. The old motor is rattling. And the shiphorn still works.
Left Behind.mp3. I can't teleport into my shadow dimension here. The ship would probably continue without us then.
Dip.mp3. I could take a dip in the ocean, to wash off the blood. But the ship moves too fast for that.
Huge.mp3. The waves lick at the ship stronger and stronger. Something moves the water. Something huge.
Out.mp3. There will be a way out of this. I am the master of this world. Nothing can beat me. You won't get me.
Stalker.mp3. Day 3 of being stalked. The thing in the water wants to make us scared. Fear is its power.
Position.mp3. I destroyed the shiphorn to not reveal our position any longer. But can it see in the darkness?
Pulled.mp3. The ship is being pulled under water, by a force we can't see. We have no choice. We jump.
Red.mp3. Red walls and an unbelievable stench. I can hear something pounding in the distance. Small vibrations everywhere.
Sink.mp3. I sink to the soft ground on wobbly knees. My mind slips away as the light penetrates my skull.
Refined.mp3. They sit at high tables, made from fine, ornamented wood. The walls look refined. I can see that in the light that is available.
Verdict.mp3. My verdict. My soul stripped from my body and plunged into the ether realms. But do I have one?
Stabbed.mp3. A hoof turned to metal stabs my heart. Blood leaks from my disfigured beak, but I don't give them the benefit of a scream.
Free Fall.mp3. We are falling, but we have seen the stars. I didn't know they are down here. Or is it another illusion?
Attack.mp3. From the corner of my eyes, I see Licky launching another attack. But he gets smashed away.
Figures.mp3. There are these staggering figures all around us. Black and they look like thin wooden poles that have been nailed together randomly. Their mouths dribble with blood and they only move if my light falls on them. Are they her army? But they don't attack us.
Electricity.mp3. I still wonder how there can be electricity. You would think the generators would stop working in an apocalypse. Least after a while.
Twist.mp3. What am I looking at? Is this an illusion? No... Because when there is an illusion, there is nothing. But there is something here. And at the same time, there's not. How can there be something and nothing at the same time?
Explanation.mp3. If I could record a video for you, then you could see it and I wouldn't have to try to explain it. But this would make nothing better. You couldn't explain it, either.
Brainfuck.mp3. Can I even breathe in an ocean of blood? There is only one way to find out and I have to find out. I rather choke than going into the creepy, brainfucking place. If it even is a place... but it has to be. It's a place and at the same time it isn't...
Silent.mp3. When I walk out of the tower, they stand in the walls and look at me, silent and unmoving.
Torture.mp3. The basement of the castle is full of torture devices. Blood is on them, a lot of blood.
Slaughter.mp3. “Slaughtering all of your friends... how could you?” She speaks in a split tongue. I have never slaughtered friends of mine. “Oh, but you were in the process of it, weren't you, Silver? Everypony knows, the princess knows, your teacher does, I do. Did you know that he was my friend, too?” She suddenly charges.
Listened.mp3. We have been listened to. The ground opened and a black hole appeared. Now we're falling again.
Lost.mp3. By now, I don't know anymore where we are. But does it really matter in this world? Soon, the shadows will have devoured everything.
Success.mp3. I got the key. It's heavy and encrusted with blood. Now they're all patting my shoulders and say I'm one of them. This is how you make friends with demons?
Confusion.mp3. Rumble looked so confused when I said that I'm taking the head of the demon lord with me. If only he knew that his head will be next.
Archives.mp3. I am searching the archives. I need to know what writings of The Order these demons left behind.
Seals.mp3. I found another document. It speaks of the three seals that a member of The Order must open. Did they leave this behind for me?
Instinct.mp3. Where does it even bring us? Why does it move by itself? My instinct tells me bad things.
Blare.mp3. The horn keeps blaring, then something responds. It goes on and off, then on again. It's unsettling how we never see anything, but know that something is around us.
Bright.mp3. A bright light is being shone at us. It hurts my eyes. My head explodes in pain and my stomach revolts.
Unexpected.mp3. This filly from the forest appears in front of me, sudden and unexpected. She is sorry, she says.
The Reaper of Darkness (Prologue). Something has changed. Another evil has entered our world. I could feel it, could sense its impact when it hit our once innocent soil. It happened far away, there is no imminent danger for us. But something will come. How could I feel it? Am I now connected to the evil forces that plague our world? Have I gone too far, has my research been too deep and I looked into the abyss more than sanity advises? Maybe something was passed on to me... Or... the impact of the new, unholy arrival has been strong enough that it could be felt even here, in Canterlot, the center of our power before it got taken from us. It was felt in the body and sensed in the soul... I am frightened. I pray that the creature from the clocktower has not been released... but when did prayers ever live up to the hope they gave us? Time and space have no meaning anymore in this world, but even if it left this city, it might return. The future looks bleak. If there is still such a thing as future... This city has almost been destroyed and I cannot stay here for much longer. Soon the walls of the dimension I have created will crumble and fall apart. The powers here are growing. I don't know what it is that they are trying to build, but it grows, becomes bigger and stronger every moment, with every stroke of quill that I leave on this parchment. They will find me soon and then there will be no safe place here anymore. I have been looking for survivors. It was a foolish risk and I knew I would not be able to stay with them for long, but I needed to know if anyone else had been bestowed with the same luck, or misfortune, to survive the coming of darkness, to weigh my options and figure out what could be done to help our bleeding world. I was successful. I have found two survivors, a young hippogriff from the realm of Aris and a grey pegasus colt. I only know the colt. He worked as the royal chef in Canterlot Castle before all of this began. Now they are also trapped in this hellscape that has engulfed our world. I don't know what chooses who or what survives... There has been a cave, near the tainted graveyard... When I explored it, I discovered bats, an entire colony, and they looked just like before. It is the biggest mystery, how some survive and some don't, but maybe the answer, the salvation I seek, is contained therein... The colt worries me and deprives me of sleep. He is surrounded by an aura of death. My magic shows a black heart, my cards always reveal the reaper. Who is he? Has The Third One sent him to oversee her work? Has he come from the black depths of space to help keep the machinations of the darkness running? I don't know what role he plays, but I should warn his companion. Nothing makes me confident that he can be trusted. Soon, something will come. The sirens blare every day now. The little ghosts become restless. They play with their mother, the lava beast from under the ground, their eternal game of death and resurrection. But something has them act different now. They look up at the sky that once was, momentarily distracted in their game, like the salvation will come from there. But do they care about salvation? Are they as lost as we are or part of the fiendish system? Are they, perhaps, the last innocence of the old world that is left? Who are they? Who is the beast made of fire, whom they have so unbefittingly chosen as their mother? And what is the meaning of their endless play? Could there be an answer in all this? Could they be the answer? Maybe my mind is getting devoured by the madness around me... I don't know how long I will still hold out. I desperately search for answers, for signs that something good is still left in the world... But all seems to be in vain. The hippogriff is a lone survivor, like I am, but much less knowledged... What could she do? Her friend and companion seems to be a piece of darkness that took shape, nothing more. Just another, deadly hindrance in this world... What remains? The purple mare in the mountain... If she is freed, there will be complete destruction. This world will cease to exist then. A part of my mind, a treacherous voice from deep within, has started to tell me this might be for the best... Because, can anything really save us? Have we not been pushed too far into oblivion that any tiny amount of hope is nothing but a torture of the soul? Empty promises broken each time the darkness manifests itself more? Maybe what we should hope for is destruction, maybe we should welcome it and seek salvation in another world and in another life... Our souls are immortal. My heart refuses. What mind of mine decays, hollowed out by the merciless foes, is being compensated by my love for our true world. We have defeated so many enemies, saved our world countless times when it was at the brink of destruction... Should this really be the end of all things? It cannot be. I will keep searching for our salvation. And once I die, I will lay this mission into the claws of the brave, young hippogriff. Hope is what separates us from them. I will not let it be taken from me. Comet Tail, Astronomer and Historian, 1038 ANM
Movement.mp3. Everything moves. The shadows float and drift. The houses feel solid, but they don't look like it.
Struck.mp3. With a mighty swing, I struck her with my sword and slice her up in the middle. She cries out, screams and disappears. A yellow goo splashes to the ground.
Throw.mp3. I grab one of them and throw her into the shadows. There are many of them. One head less makes no difference.
Cry.mp3. I hear a cry, but I don't care. Time to leave this place of misery for one the darkness has not reached.
Markings.mp3. There are markings on the door, drawn with something brown. I can spot an X. But I don't know how to describe the rest of them.
Distortion.mp3. Terrible, loud screeching, like a computer that has gone nuts. Distorted computer signals. My ear drums feel like they're going to pop.
Blind.mp3. But it's blinding me... Does something want to destroy my ears and my eyes? Is that the plan?
Smoke.mp3. It's all just smoke and mirrors. She can't scare me that way. My sword will pierce her heart.
Brat.mp3. My head hurts. I keep falling unconscious in this place. Is it the magic of that witch that does that? Once I catch the brat, I'll make her pay.
