Hello there. I'm a resident of about 100,000 people here that live in Donutopia. I'm a simple custard pony, I look almost no diffrent except my color and mane style from all the others who live here. Everyday, I rot. I'm dying from the inside out. Nocuster has ever lived past 2 years, so a fufilling life isn't exactly what everycuster is aiming for. Although a new custard, sprinkli, or Glaze is born every second, thousands die every time a second after. Our death toll increases, even if we conceive thousands of glazes, sprinkles, and custards. But there is a rumour. That some pony, some magical, mystical pony will enter our village, and grace us with the power to live forever. Rumours can also hide a dark truth, though.