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Why i moved to Ponyville

Well this is it. The truth.


I was still young when this happened. I had a friend. A best friend.

His name was Starfire Cuddlecakes (I know I know). He was a master at baking anything and everything. But things began to change during my final days in that city.

One day he told me something. "Its watching me" he said. He wanted me to help him. You see, i was a photographer. I had a camera Cutie Mark. He thought i could capture it on film to prove it was real. He never described it to me. He said i just had to see it.

This was the last day i ever say him.

We left that night to find it. It was fine at first, but he started growing paranoid as the night went on. He just kept picking up speed. He was soon ahead of me.

He turned a corner

And i saw it

A purple flash

I turned the corner and i saw nothing

But i heard something

Laughing

It was starfire

Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing

And then the purple flash

I awoke the next morning in my bed. A Polaroid photo next to me.

It was me knocked out on the ground.

My Cutie Mark gone. I had no memory of what had happened

And so i moved here,  and it was great for four years. I met her on the first day.

Lyra welcomed me to town. I met Bon Bon and the others. I was happy.

Flash forward to this week.

After i arrived back at Orion's, i noticed something.

I had a cutie mark.

I don't know what it means

But I'm afraid to find out.

W̪̱̺͚̯͈͉̳ͭ̏ͅo̵̧͈̩̺̞̫͇̱̝ͥ̿̑ͬ͊̐́ͅn̖̣͂ͥ̋̋͗ͥ̆ͮt̩̯͉̗̼̦̞ͬ̌ͩͣ̚͜ͅ ͕̜͔͇͖͍ͯ̈͆́yͤ͂ͮ͏̝̼ō̫̘̺̟͙͊͆ͣ̓̀͆̈́́͢uͥ̐͗̑ͨ̽̚͏̢̤̤̗͎̕ ̵̵͙̘̱̯͔̘ͯͥţ̢̯̯̗̯̣̝͒̇̓ͧͪ̆ͤ͜e̯̩̱̭͙͍̫̥̋̽̃ͣ̇̚l̴̵̤̝͍̼̣̪̙͖̉̐̃̌l̶͎̮̼̭ͮͨ̍ͫ͛͋̍̓ͣ̀ ̆̍͂̋̅ͩ̕҉͚̭̳̹̭̟̦t̳̗̗ͮ͌̽̈́͋͟ĥ̨̗͍̄̌̎e̪̠̬͕̺̰͎̓̎͆̒́͢m̷̰͔̜̠̥͈̜ͫ̿͊͆̈́ͥ̇͝?̡̗͕̠̤̔̃̊ͥ͡ ͍̝̪̮͈̩̹̻̋͆̍͌͘͘ ̝̖̳̰̺̽͑͊̓ͩ̄̓̍͠Ť͕̗̦̤ͬ͛ͭͭͫ̓͝e̲͖̺̲̩̘̊̒̓̈́̚͢l̝̗͍̬̮͎̰͍̄̈́́̚l̦͇̟̫̫̼͙̎̆́̽͝ ̛̭̫͎̹͙̖̈ͧͮͨ̀͛́t͔̦͐̋͠ẖ̸̵̣̯̞̱͉̗̳ͬͮͯͣ̍ͯe͋̔ͥ̎̃̄̄̊̚͏̶̹̝̼̰̥̘̰͕͡m̢̗͙̙͚̯̙͚̂̊̒ͬ̀ ̸̮̭̮̗̻̠ͮ̽ͮ̅͌̎͌͑ẃ̏̇́̏̈͋͡͠҉̰̩̲͓̭̰̳ͅͅh̢̳͍ͪ̀á̟͙̺̜͖̭̟̙̐ͭ̏͐t͈̃͐̔̂͌̃͠ ̛̘̳͓̯̱̑ͣͣͮͨ̋ͬi̶͚̳͔̭ͬͧͪ ̩̤̲̮̘͕͍͗t̜̖̖ͫ͢ͅo̸͖̞̝̣͎̪̬̍ͅo̱͈̜̻͍̟̫ͫͩ̋̂̅̓̔͌̋k̪͐ ̶̪̭̩̌̓̌̋͠ͅf̨̪̱̥̫͎̺̦̻͛ͬ͛̃ͭ̿̀͟r̭̫ͫ̔́ͮ̽͊͡o͐ͫ͑̏ͤ̈҉҉͓̩̝m̶̦͕̘̘ͪ̉̊ͬͨͫ ̢̲͚̱̜ͫ̂̇y̶̞̥̥͕̣̗̳̓ͨ͜o̯͐̌̄̉ͅu͗̃̄ͣ̃͐҉͓͇͍̥̺̹͓͈ͅ ͎͓̦̭̱̭̻̍̅̔̀ͅ ̞̪̙͔̞͖ͣ̈ͅA̡̩̙̻̲̙̞̲̎ͤ̓̀͐̀ͅṇ̤̺͍̳̜͂́ͫ̉̈͂͋ͅd̵͈̻̥̀̒ͮ̂̔̍̇ ̧͍̱̺́ͬ̈́̿ͮ͌ͥ̾ş̸̧̬̣̯̙͈̳̣̭ͮ̿ͦẖ͋ͅo̳̼͗̐̃̒ͤ̿͐ͦ̒́͞w̨̧̦͉̗͎͈̠͇̠͐ͮ̎̓ͯ̄̚ ̡͙͈̳̏ͦ̃ͭ̇̅͐͒ͦt̻̼̲͓͎̝̘̆̃̄h̨͉̻̺̒̑̐́ê̷̜̺͒͗ͥ͌̈́̚͘͢m͕̮̗̒͆̽̆ͨ́ ̶̛͓͕̲̟̄̇͐̋̚w̨̧̳̦͓̻͊̈̆h͒̑̋̍ͮͩͨ͏͓̖͓̯͎̜̖̤͘ă̝̳͉̤͎͒ͅt̨͍̋̎ͬ̂̈́ͯͪͅ ̝͔͛̐̓̕͠ȉ̩͈̳̤̰ͤ̃ͤ͑͒ͭ̄ͨ͡ ̬̙̳̻̠̺̱̅͑̀͌͂͂ͅg̴̪̘̞͕͂̈́̽̑͝ḁ̭̍̄̃̐̆̑̂͋͟v̡̘̪̈́͗̕eͪ͒ͩ҉̛͉͢ ̛̣͔̖̻̻̟ͭ̾̎͌y̳͊̀̏̽ͥ͊͋o̫̎͑̐̊̅͜ȕ͋͏͕

I'm back at Orion's . I'm Safe.

Hello Everypony. The last couple of days have been a nightmare that has changed my view on reality as we know it. I'll break this up into parts.

Saturday
The night i left Orion's

I saw the strange message HE left for us. It was a trap. He was trying to get me out of the Observatory.

When i walked out of the door i was met with tall trees and darkness.

I was in the Everfree.

I panicked, but then i saw it.

Beaten and bruised, but breathing was Scootaloo. I plucked her up from the ground and began to run. After about a minute i saw it. The purple flash. I was taken away, and Scootaloo was gone.

I was in the field. With her.

Lyra.

She walked to me, and said this. Only this.

"The Pony in the woods is coming for you"

A dark hole opened in mid air. Dark Tentacles grabbed her and pulled her in. The purple flash happened again and i was in darkness.

Sunday

The flash took me back into the forest. For a full day i was stuck  in a kind of loop. No matter the direction i would end up back at the same place. The laughing was so loud that it deafening.

Monday

I was taken to Zecora's Cottage. No one was home. The door was locked. But the window. All i could see was Scootaloo. She was screaming for help.

I couldn't do anything.

The cottage burst into flames. Nothing was left. I sat and cried.


I was taken to the darkness again. But this time.....

It was like i was watching a movie.

The Tentacles

Slowly tightening around Scootaloos neck. She was screaming and crying.

And then nothing.
At The end the image sat on her body.

And then HE walked into the picture.

I tall skinny Colt. No color but a pale white. No face.

No

Face.

He walked on two legs, like a Minotaur.

Someone posted a blurry image of him on here.


That night i was taken back to the Observatory.

I made a frantic post, and then fell asleep.

Now

I just don't know.

Soon I'll explain some of the stuff he was spewing on my blog.

Because i have been hiding something from all of you.

That "Unpleasant Experience" i had in Manehatten.....I didn't know what it was. I had little memory of it.


These last few days have brought some of it back.


Something about me is different from most ponies.


I'm going to post an image of myself from the day i came to ponyville. Its cropped because i don't want to post any other ponies on this blog.


Soon I'll explain why I was an adult colt


With a blank flank

  

ḩ̫͔̗͔͙͔̩̜̪̈́̒́̌̃ͯ͜e̴̸͖̞̳̘̬ͯͭ͑̈́ͩ̃͜h̫̔ͫ̑ͥ͋͂̊ͫ͟è̸͓̲̬̙̖̩̫̬͋͌̏̉̾̈́̈́́h̵̡̝̬͕͔͕͇̰̋ͪͥ̾̓͂͠ę̬̥̆̊ͩ͂̇̽̎h̡̙͙̠͍͔ͮ̏͒ͤ́͟e̢͔̥̖͇̮̞̥̗͓ͮh̸̗̰̩̘̩̟̍e͚͉͈̞̋̾͑͗̍͑̈ͅh̎̆͏̗̥̤͇̹̬̼e̳͓̘͇̱͖͚ͣ̓h̸̡̖͕͉̱͕͇ͣ̓̉̚ẻ̵̻̥̘̝̰̻̟̝ͫ̎͐̆̈́ͭ͜h̶̳̺͕̯ͬ̀͐̀̚é҉͍̮̹͉͖͔͔͔ḥ̷̨͔̮͚̺̜̜̬ͭ̓ͤ̅̄͌e̛̦̠̻͎̞͒ͧͯ́͐͂ͬ͡ͅh̨̻̘͎͖̭̥̣̱̋ͪ͐͋͐̏͋e̙̰̎͑ͥ̃̆ͅh̶̶̟͖̀̐ͫ̍͐̾̄͡ë̤́̊̊̄͠h̸̛͍̻̭̺̦͉̙̹̿͐̊ͭ͂́̀e͆́ͥ́̋ͬ̂̑͆҉҉͔̲͈hͧͨ̇̏̀̀͘ͅḝ̢͗͏̮̙̲̟̮͇͓h̻̤͕͉̩̝̋̆̒͑ͅe̷̡̯̮̻̻͖̻̮ͦ̔̀̌̈́͒ͫ̑͐ͅh͐̈́ͮ͋ͣ͑̍͏̵̸͇̰̭êͬ͏̵̧̣͖̘͉̥̫̩h̭͎̠̭̼̩ͦ̆͠e̞̰̬͔̭͙̟̼̥͛̎ͦ̎̿̆̊h̗͙̮̯̃͋͐͗͟e̢̍͋ͬ͏̙̘͖̯ͅh̸̡̙̬̪ͧ̇ͮ͜ẽ̜̱̣̣̪̮͂͌̋̚ͅh̺̩̠̆̾͐͗̔ͬ̒͌e̿̈́҉͓̮̗͞͡ͅh̠͕̺̤̺̺̰̩̓ͩ̉̑e̱͎̎̒̽̊ͭͬ̓h̼̹͕̼͇̠͂̔ͧͣ̀ȩ̭̦̺͇̑͊̈́̆̍ͥͨ͢h͎͉̎̑ͥ͒̉e̷͇͍̞̘͑͠ͅh̛͚̖͓͚̩̤̻̮͎ͫ̽ͥē̝͇̞͈̽̉ͣ̅͜h̷̘̯͈̟͓̼̖͈̓͘ͅē̡̪̹͚̳̪͔ͤ̒ͅh͖͋e̸̩͚̱̓̐ͨ̀̃͢h̪̓ͫ͂ͯͬͪ̂e̦͇̓͋ͪͥ̈́̇͘͢h͍͍̠̞̻̣̳̖͈̍̌ͨͤͩ͊̈́̋e̤̠̝͇̒͞h̸̟͈̲̰̹̑͛͋͑͐͢͞ȩ̢̝̥ͯ̊̋͗̿̐ͩ̚h̥̮̮͕̟̊̊̏̄ͧ́̈́̌͢͡ͅè͘͏̭͙̣̳ͅḥ̶̨̳̠͈̘̪͈͗̏ȩ̫̽̌̉̾͐ͣ͡ḧ̡̦̙͈͛̽ͨ̋͠e̷̠̯̬̳̞̲̐ͦ͆̒͊̇͑ͭḥ͍̰̰ͪͥ̏̔ͣ̂͊͊̚e̶͎͔̭͙͔̮̍͋̒ͅh̜̤̪̗̓̀͆ͧ͘͟e̞͙̱̗͚͓͊̃̓̀͢ȟ̵̹̯͖͈̬ͫ̐͛͊̚̕ę̡̛̦̦̗͆̓͐h̨̯͎ͣͮ͂̂͑͑ȇ̘͛ͤͭ͋͛h̷̶̠̘̱̱͔ͮ̃eͯ͗̋͌̓͋̇̽ͦ͏̦̯̼̳h̶̨̝̞̒ͨ́͑ͮ̈́̈ͮe̘̤̹ͬ̅ͪ̒ͥͥ̏̚͝h̪ͬͩͦ̒̏̄̕e̸͈͉͎͔͕̰͔ͫ̂̽̔ͬ̓̽́h͚̩̤̬͓̲͎͆ͩ͊ͧ̋͜ͅe̥̭̼̙͔ͣͭ̌̍̀͊̅̕͢ḣ̡̨̻͙̯͔̥̤͢ĕ̢̨̩͔̯̗͔̜̠͓̔̊ͨ̇ͥ͌͊h̴̼̯̹̫͌̇̓ͤͤͭ̚e̴̟͖̜̊̃̔̔ͣ̚̚͢ͅḩ̲̘̺̥̮̯̬̈́̆̔̉͜e̙͉̱̳̣̗̳͎̅̃ͭͬ̈́̈́͂̏̉͞ḩ̶̦̬͎̲̪̱̘̿̓̾ͤ̓̅ẽ̷͛̃̓͏̸̝̬ͅȟ̝̦̬͍͎̮̱ͦ͘ę͇̩̪̗̠̩̰̈́ͣͦͪ̋̈́̈́̐h̢̳͙̉̌̑͑̃ę̘̘̣͇̣̝̎̐͢h̛̳̯̩ͮͯ̑͒̚͢e̵̺̞̝̭̰̬̞̟ͫ̋ͯ̍͋h̷͉͓̜̩͚͍̣ͩ́͌̔̍͘e̲͗͆̇ͫ̚h͇̝͙͔̤͚͒͑͢e̢̬̜̜̞̮̫̹͔ͦ͑ͫ͝h̨̙̭̩̫͓̗͉ͯ̂ͫ̚e͍̪̮̳͎̫͌̉͗ͅh͉̗ͣ̊̾͑̋̎̀̚̚e̲͍̝̪̯̭͓̬ͩ̆̅̌͘ͅh͈̞̜̙̝ͪ͛̆̾ͮe̵͐͐̃̋̋͐ͬ҉̤̣̹̹̖̣͍̤̕h̟̗̟̟̖̜̔͗ͯͣ͑́e̷͚̻ͦ̊ͦ̍̿̂̂͊ͅh̼̩̘̖ͫͨe͗̎҉̮̠͔ḩ̩́̆ȩ͖͈̹̰̩̥̹ͧ̂͑͐͞h̿ͦ̒ͧ͏̷̻̖͙̹̬̟e̺̠̱͈̩ͨ͆̇ͯͤ̒̄̅́ͅḫ̥͇͓͔ͮ̓͟e̷͉̤̬̮̅̎ͨ͗͌ḥ̛̼͉ͪͭ̉̃ͣ̀͜e̷̮̩̭̝̯̦̞̮̿̉͛͆hͧͤ̿ͨ͟҉̣̭̘̣͔̻e͍̮͙͉̥̰̜̚͘ͅh͖̬̱̙̦͕͂ͤ̈̍ͦe͍͇̗̦͆̇͒ͯ͗̀ͨ͛̆͢͞ḩ̮̗͎̲̝̔̂ͅḛ̴͉̘̜̳̭̥͖̾̈̎̉ͥ́h̰͚ͨ̋e̘̖̦̳̖̳̮ͪ̉ͮ̃ͫ̀ḫ͕̤̪̰̋̍ͦ̔ͫ͂͢e͈̍̋̃̏̆̋ͬ̓h̡̩̣̞͓̄ͮͣͨ̾̎̈́̍̌ë̸̞̗̫̠̥̅̏ͮ̋h̼̯̘̝̪̍̋ͫ̌ͥ͛e̝̣̺͎̘͉͖̥̓͒̓͛̓̍̎́ͬh̜̳̄̈́̄ͯ͢ȇ̴̷̦͕͆̄ͣ́h̜̫͍͓̞̤͋̅͛̿ě͍͙̜͖̰͔͔ͯ̎̈̂ͭͫ͛h̦͕̥̣̟̲̾ͩͤ̎͗e̵̮̩̘̬̥͊̄ͧ̑̓̈̊ḣ̥͖̦͖͕̀̊ě̵̥̬̙͚̼̦̾ͫh͙̯̟̲̣ͩ͐̌͒͂ͨ͞ͅe̛̛̟͈͊̒͒̍̆̉͢h̟͖ͨ̉ͦͣ̌̔̊ĕ̄̽͏̻͠h̜͕̼͚͕̔ͦ̏ͧ́̚͘ͅȩ̔̌̋̇̈́҉͚͓̰̥͟ḩ͓̣̹ͯ̂ͧ̌̽̋̎͌̃͠͞e̸̡̿̾̇̔̉̎͐̇̃͏̤̺͇̖ͅh̴̛̻̙̻͍͈̠̫̪͋̇̋ͅe̶̋͌ͨͨ̚͏͕̻͎̪̝̯̹ͅh̢̝͈̞̩͎ͦ͑ͧͬ̒̽̿ͣͅe̙̦̥͒̃̔͌͒ͦ͢h̤̟͎͈̏́̍͝͝ę̠̣͓̦͈̭̠͎͒ͧ̕h̓͋ͬͫ͆̅̀͏̘͎͇̠̰͓ė̻͉̤̟̮̬̖̣͑ͣ́͝ͅhͫ͘҉͏̤̲̻̫̮͈͔̺ͅé̵̛̖̙ͤ͑̽h̝̺ͮ́̚e̗̪̙̤̖̬̬̗ͫ̔̋̑̒ͬ͑̚ȟ͙̬̈̈̾ͪ͘ȩ̸̡͇̲̺͔̈́h̓ͩ̓̕͏̞͙̯ë́̾ͪ͗ͨ҉̮̦̤̫̘̠̙ḩ̝̩̤̰̖͑͊͂e͛̓ͣ̌ͣ͛̌͏̻̘̀h̵̺̹̓̓̊ͮ̔̐̊͐͢ë̴̡͓̻̪͚̫̪͚ͭ͊͗̽̕ḩ̱̲̩̭̣ͦ̑̔̂͐ͧ͆̊e̡̛̩̩͔̮̦̘͖̙ͫͨ͘ͅh̛͈̳̬͒̿̀ẹ̬̲͔̼̘͒́ͥ̿̌

He's watching

I know he's watching

I saw him and he saw me

But how did he see me? No expression. Nothing.

How can i hope to fight it? Its to terrifying. 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I'M ALIVE

O̶̢͙̩͌ͮ͟h͉͚̖̮̤̼̭̩̜̄̾̔ͥ́͢ ̟̼̠̯̅́͡͡ņ͇̘̖̠̓̀ờ̝̼̻̞̥ͥ͑̅̇̉̌̍͟͠ͅ
̄̽̊̓͏͕̩̰̼̪̤̹̤̕
̰̜͍̯͔̜͈̤̙̈́̅ͪͯͯ̄͞À̢͎͇̄̎̈ͪ͡ ̲̬̲͈͚̋ͭ̍̀͝t̴̶̤͙́̾̂̿͛̄h̨̲̫̮̭̻̲͂̔͆̀r͈͕̟͋̎͆̕͞ē̵̻̠̟̟̖̉͜ā̯̫̬̩̜̮̅ͥt̴̷̸̰͙͔͙̪̯̝͗̾͗͋ ̱̠̮͈̜͖͎̽̋͞f͖͉͈ͬͦ̔͌̆ͤ̈̑͢͠r̫̘̫̼͉̲͙ͪ͋̌͋͞o̼̘̦͕̝̙̮̮̪͂̏ͫ̿̑̑ͤ̀́͡m̦͔ͬ͢͞ ̞̣̫̯̝͆̉C̸̛̤̖̬̥̗̩̞ͧ̉̒ͭ̾͊̐̀͟e̤͍͍̻̟ͫ̎̓͌ͥ̋͑l̢͓͎͓̗̦͖̣̽ͦ̅̈́̑̂̓ͧ͝e̬̗̬̥̠͎͉ͥ́̌ͣͅs͚̗̤̥̱̎ͦͪ̃ͣ͟͢t̢̗͍̝͇̤̔̀i̱̗̩̥͖̽ͭͪ̀̊ă̓̊̑̉͏̡̲̘̤̜͈̀!̶̛̱ͪͯͤ͛̅͐̔
̲͎̻̪͇͎̯̬͍ͧ͒͛ͤ̔ͣ͐ͧ́̕
̨̘͙̣̿͒Ḩ̻̘͎͇̾̎̃ͮ̓̓ͦo̧̖͔̯̹̳͊̊̀̂ͧ̕w͌̈ͦ͒̏ͦͫ̏͒͏̟̘͖͉͔̱̼̳̠̕ ̙̭̗͍̖̝̈́͛͘e̡̘̯͈͈ͭͩ̔͒v̛̗̖̪̭͍̉̇ͪ̽e̛̠̞̱͚͕̘̭̓ͯr̽́͛̆ͣ̀͌̏҉̹ͅ ̤̩̄̄͋̂ͩ̾͌ͭ͝ẘ̼̦̠̦̪͙͔̐͌̂ͪͮ̆̾͞i̜̰͊ͣ́ͮ̓͜l͖̖̩̞̰̪̍̆͒͊͒̓l̸̡̪̩̫̑̄ͥ̿̐͊ ̧̟̫̓ͥ̊̋ͬi̷͎̖̠͎̪̣͛ͮ̿͋ͅ ̱͈̞̫͖̣͉ͧ͐ͣ̄ͤ͋ͣ̂̃͠c̷̦̠̪͚͓̲͕ͧ̌̐͌̽ͪ̇ͅo̴̞͔̖̘ͣ̍ͥ͒̏̄̏ṕ̵̡͙̰̅ẻ̡̜̺̲̞̮̰̘ͫ͂ͨ̽͐̒ͣ͝ͅ?͔̦̥̺̩͂ͨ̂͊̔͛͠
̶̸̢͉̻̦̺̜̹̩̈̓̌͋ͧͮͥ̍̒
̨̛̻̬̥͈̺͗̔ͫ̒̆ͪͪ͢H̸̷̝̲̪͍̠ͬ̓̑ǒ͛͋ͥ͋͌ͯ͡͏͚̣͖͍̹̥͇̪̜w̻̟͒̒̇͂̿ͣ͜͝ ̓̓͏̧̼̗͈͔̟̗̬w̨͓̮ͬ̎͋̓́̍ͬͥ͆i̛̱̱͈ͩ̈́ḽ͎ͤ̏͋ͫͪ̏͘͞l̯̫ͭͣ́̅̀ ̪͙̼͙̜̯̋͟͜ȋ͇̮̍́͝ ̶͉̜̙̘̳̜̳̑̑̕͝ḛ̟̪̬͆ͦ̚̚͡v̦̤͉̠̟̬̝̖̗ͭͣ̑̎̄̿ͤͤ͢e͚̯̱̭̻̺͌͘͠ṙ̠͖̙͔̤̱͓ͅ ̢͛̔̍́͏͈͈͇s̡͚̫̞̻ͤͯ͆͛üͬͨͯ̾̒̕͞҉͉̟̼̙̮͚̯ͅr̪̤̺͋ͬ͟͝v̴̧͈̱̫̺̮̣̥͉̿͌̾ͧ̏̚i͎͉͈ͪ͘v̨̬͈̪͙̆̓̓͆͢ë̒̈́̽̿͐ͮ͗͡҉ͅ!̼̜̤̔̓̄̕ ̡͙͙̭ͦ̇̄ͤ̒ͧͅ
͎̅͂̈́̽ͤ̄ͪ̀̆́
̰̖͔͍̄͛̃͛͊͊̋ͯT͔̝̫̗̤͓͇̆̑̂̚̚ͅh͈̰̎̋̉e̞̲̠͉̼̬ͣ̓ͫ͘y̷̯̳̤̏͐͗͛ͣ̕ ̜͙̗̞̯̥̎̅͑͑ͣ́̕ͅa̠̹̰̩̱̦̦͆̑́͗ͨ̏̓̍̽r͙̣̦͇̠̹̈̍̉̆͗͟e͈̻͎͕͓̜̱͈͋̈́ͦ͞ ͙̬͓͈ͭ̓̇́͢g͓͙͎͈̙̞͔͆̂ͭ̒̐͜͝o̴͈̜͓̪̠̻͌̽̓̂͆̐̈́͡i̸̲̤̯̹̿͟ͅn̆̃̌ͧ̔҉̢̜̗̦͡ͅg̴̲̳ͪ̿ͫͦ̚͢ ͖̜̩ͪͪ̊͆͐͘ṱ͖̭̓̿͊ͣ̏̿o̧̢̠͈̰̪̙͕̾ ̥̝̳͙̟̋ͬ̽̕s͎̥̪̱͔ͣ̇͊͛ͯͩ̿ͨͅh̢͑͑̋҉̟̣͖͈ͅo̵͈͍̳͉͔͑͆̐̐͋͊̕o̷̧̠͈̰̞̪̥̎̔͛̌͑̿̀ͅt̮̱̘̘̠͗̽̃͐͢ ̡̹͚̠͔̣̥̝͒̑̅̄͛ͨ̚̕ͅa̹̱̟̱̻̠ͩ͂̃͘ͅ ̙̤̣͖̗̺̣̒̎̉͞ͅr̴̠̱̼̬̫͑ͩ̂̓̊͌̂̔̆̀a͈̠͐̎̎ͥͮ̌͛͟i̱͙̬͇ͦņ̑ͯ̿ͬ̂̇̌͒ͅb̙̼̼͖͕̤͚̃ͪ͛̀ͮͧ͑ͣo̯͕̤̱̖̳̹̖ͧ͊ͣ̈́̀̏ͭw͆ͥ̄͘ͅ ̝̒ͨͮ͌̋́b̈͏̦̖̗̗̯͡e̓ͦ̏̀͊҉̮̤͈͉̜̫ͅa̦͓͔ͯ̄m͉͖̲̫̜̦͉̫͙̔̋̽̈́͋͡͠ ̵͕̹̹̠̺̝̙͛̏a͚͚̹̳̼̰̜̿̇̇ͦ͆͛̅ṱ̵̘̦̌ͧ̀ ̧̳͚̞̗̱̝̼͆̋ͣ̐ͫ͂̓̕m͈̘ͯͣͧͥ̔̈ͮͯe̡̺͈̗͎ͯ̈̌͆̿̌̀ͅ?͚̰͚̈͐̾͛͊ͣ́́̕͠
̢̬̤̖͍́̈́̋̈́̈́ͣ͝
̬͕̓́͢O̢͉̖̖̹̱̺͇͛̊͑ͯ͋hͩ͐ͬͪͦ̋̿҉̵̡̮̦͎̜̤͙̗ ̨̹͉͉̹̗̗̐ͩ͂͜ṋ̴̵̢͇̯̿̎͛͆ŏ̧̢̨̮̬̪̜͉̩̖̪ͫ͑ ̪̯̱̘̱̰̥͊ͥ̂̆͘͘p̠̦͈̳̳̬͚̋̆̎̈͞͠ͅͅļ̹͍̞̣͎̘̘ͦ̎͊̇ͨͅe̶͉̣̜͕͈̖̩̗̼ͦ̑̊̂͠a̶͔̮̗̪̦̫͖̬̘ͩͥ̍ͪͤ̿̔ͫ̚s͎̘ͮ̑̐ͫ̉̐̔̂eͪ̌̋ͩ͊҉̷̛̣͔͙͍̘ ̘̦͎̺͋͒̅h̨̠̯̺͉͓̹̀̑͠e̯͔͈͕̿̌̋l̯̻̜̐ͭ̅͌̌͐̒̈͘ͅp͈̞ͬ͛͗̒̃̄ ͎̓͐͑͆̊̈́̍͢͟͡ͅm̊͌ͬ͏̝͠e͗̆̌̒̚҉̩͓̭͚̬͉̟̳!̯̙͚̲̀ͩ̈͌ͤ̽̾̚ͅ!̨̜͚̝͌̈

Ṇ͌̿͘o̙̦̳̳̳ͫ̈ͥ̽͗́͐w͍̤̣̝̪̑͌̆̆̓̊͌ ̪̯̙̠̩̟̪͌ͥ̍͗̔̚N̬̼̭͍͓̣̯̎o͍̻̟̦̻̲̘ͩͮ̿̾ͧ̍w̖͉̆̂̊̅ ̩͒́S̳̥̏ͫ̒ͤ̃̈́͋͠l̴̒͊ͣ͑̚̚i̭ͥ̀m͓̺͚̦̑̈̈́͗̆̂
͍̖͓͚̠̬͕ͥỎ̬͍̹͈̎͠r̵̓ͤͬͭͩͩ̇d̉ͤ͆̆̊͐ȋ͓̦̉ṅ̦͖͍́̈́a̰̮̟̺ͬ͗r̢͖̥̭͖͚̥̭y̡̙̳̤̣͉ͤͤͮͅ ̟͒̿̿͌p̜̙̘̏o͔̳̠̟̩ͤ́̔͐ͮͮ͘n̮̲͙ͦ͒̏͠i͙͕ͮ͐ͧe͌͆͒ͨ́s̟͕̥ͩ͂ͮ̒ͥͯ͟ ̛̟̮͈̫̰̟͖̍̄w̜̳̿͋͐̄͊o̡͖̟͋̈́̏ͧu̸͉̝̘̭̤͍͉͂ͧ̑l̪̺͆ͣͧ̐ͥd͉͖͌͋ͣͬ̂̈́̐͠ ͔͓h̖͍̠͇̘̟ͮͤ͘a͇ͮ̉̚͜v̷̳̟̪̰̱͌ͬ͊ͥͅe̯̣̥͕̔ͧ̊̒͌̌́ ͈͖̬̖͓̣̑͆̍g̲͇̙̹ͭ̎i̯̿̌͂̃ͧͬ̎v̩̮̲̖͖̞ͦ͌̿̓ͭͩe͒͗͏̯̻̪͚̳n̦̭̪̥ͩ ̭̳̩̘͈͐̋ṳ̶̙̘̉ͪͅp̼͇̠ͣ̿ͮ͆
̨͒̊T̩͍͈̀̅͗̐͗̓͒i̳͚̘̻͈ͭ͆̀́m̧̞̹̹̥̬̈̄ͤ͗̓e̘̳̦̮̪̣ ͈͓͂t̰̪̦̙̬̹̥͂̓͑ͮͮ̿̔o̧̗ͮ̄̐̍́͐̈́ ̲̿ͣ͗ͅŝ̡̠͓̩̩͇̗t̰͍̣̰ͬ̒̑ͥ̉̾̓o̱̼͖͍̠͑͒̉̿̃́p̡̩̼̭̊̓ ̢͍̺̳̠̎p̷̻͇̗̪̺̦͖ͫ̓ͮ̂̒̓l̾̐̈à̗̥͎̥͇̻͙y̲͖̳̥̟̋͑̂ͪͧͫ́i̋ñ̠͋̽ͤͥ̂ǧ̮̪̙̭͇̓̍̅̿͒ͣͅͅ ̡̠͇̦͉̈t̨̽ͨ̎̍̽hi͙̞͎ͦͧ͌̔ͫͩ̀s̿̅͏̯̜̤̙̥͙ ̵̿̔̔ͩͮs͕͈̯̥̹̰̈́̆͒ḯ͇͈̪̫̐͞lͧ̆̄ͩ͊l̯̏̄̐ͭ͋̉y̹͎̬̳̲͚͇͟ ͓̺̪͒ͅg̼̤̠̦͙̖ͯa̯ͨm̝͙͐ͯͦ̂̓̚̕e͉̦̩̦ͪ̃́̈́̊͆̚
͙̲͂͂̏̎ͦ̀H͊e̶̦͍̎ͮ̓̚ ͖̼̤̞͖͖w͒ͧ͗ͧ͒̽̅͏i͂͏̩̟͈̖̜l̖̖ͧͪͥͥ͠l̷̙̞̫̎̍̂̎ ͊͋ͤ͋ͯͤ̋͝d̦̮̦̼ͧ̊ͨ̉̊ͤ͌i̪͕͐̐̊͒̎̀e͇̳̗͆̿͑ͣ̔ͣ ̳̼̩͓̖̩̼͛́ņ͇̞͖̰̙̮̐̒͗̈e̷͇ͬ͌̅͗ͧͬ̎ͅx̬̀͑ͩ̓t̺̩̹̤̤
̤͛ͩ̂͌́͠I͖̰͚̱̎͆n̹̼̝̥̋̓͋̉͐͜ ̹͕̟̝̫̺̞̋̏̏ͪ́ṭ͍̞̻̳͎̬͝í̹͙̯̓ͣ̈́̊͑̚͝m̮͍ͤͫ͆e̬̫͓͊̈̇̃̑͋̚ ͇͕̰̞̭̜̓ͨy̺̺̙̯͙o͕͍͐͋͌͂u͈͓ͪ ͎̤̺͍͚̭̭̑ẅ̟̝́͛̑͡ĩ̎͏̫͔̭̺̤l̯͈͚̃̉̃̌́l̵̙̭ͨ͂͋̂̎ ̼͉̰̩͇͝ͅd̤̳͎̭͉͈̻̃̄ͬͦr̻̼͖̩̬͌͗̊̌̆̾ị͉͇̖̠̙̫͢f̡͗̊ț̻ͨ̍̾͒ ͍̃ͧ̈́̚͟a̋̂̓w͆ͩ̎̏ͧ̑̑a̟͛̿y͚͇͡
̳͚͊̐̾N̂̇͛ǭ̦ͥ͆̐ẇ̪ͮ͂ͬ͟ ̛̥͍̻̋ͯͥ̂͛̓̚i̗̹̮̙̺̞ͩs̝̖͉͆̐͌͐ͮ͗͊ ̅̋̈́́ͥ̌̚҉t̺̲ͮ̓͛̆h͇̞ͥ̒͂e̗̲̳̺̗͗͛͂͛ͯ͊ ̱̜ͨ̑̽̐͠t̶̖̳̲̪̿̅ͮͩͅi͙͕̝̞͙͌͛m͚̻ͭ͆̂ḙ̦̮ͯͥ͛͜ ̣̥̘̼̜̣̓ͧ͂̽͗ͨͥ́ͅt͛̔ͨ͆ͣ͝o͆̾͟ ̶̪̪̠̹̫̫ͬ̏ͯͣ͋̓̂ͅg̢͆ͥ̇i̭̪̩͕̾̐̕v̬͕̰͋̎̓̏̄ͮ͟e̪̠̭̳̪̦̒͑ͧ̀ ̛̩̫̣̥̘̝̺ͨ̓̃͊u̘͍̤̩̝̱̯͗͂̈́ͫ̒͘p̸̩ͨ
ͥ͋̆̇ͬ҉̦̼͉̞G͈̤̘͙̥ͫͅi͚̱̺͠v͇̺̫̭͒͊͢ȅ̵͙͇̲ ̝̗̳͍͊ͩ̍̎͗̐u̱̠̲͆̉̉p͔̜͕̝͓͔̰ͨ̉̍͋ ̫̞̝ͫͬͦ̏̿o̮̼̘̅͌͑ͅŕ ͖̖̫͔̮̘͡f͌ͮ̐́ͧ̈́̈́i̭̰̦̳̺̙̓̆̀g̛͉ͯͥ̿ͥ͋ͥh͈͕̣̻ͧ̈́t̪̳̫ͤ̈́ͭ ̢͍̉̃̌̇ͯ̂ä̧̦̤̙̠̖͉̘ͬ̂̒̓ń͙̪̠͡d̺͈͎ͤ͆ͨͪ̃͋ͭ ͇͂̽ͫͬ̇s͔̙͑͑̄͒́u͙͖f̶̈ͣ̓̓̉f̧̟̞͚͋̑͐͗ͨͤͭè͇̗̫̫̮̆̏̀̈̌r̅̓̔ 
̛̭̤̮͗̔͗̃́ͣ͗
̠̹̲̅̀C̭̹̼͑ͬͮa̩͔̺̻͇͓͚͆̆͗̄̑ͫͧ̀ṋ̢̮̅͛͌̎̃ͬ̐ ̯͇͖͍̉̅̾y̨̓̉o͚̬̼̜͔̙͖̚u͗̅̏ͫ̅̍̆̀ ̗͕͗ͣ͜s͜e̼̟̒e͙͙̯ͪ̄ͯ̽̿̏̕ ̳̯̗̞̯ͮ̔ͮͯ̽͋i̺̫̻̻̣ͤt̙̭̫̪͇̺̝ͩͪ̚?̨̦̑̽ͣͥͫͪ̂
̯͍̜̺͌̓̒̂ͮ̌̚A̠͔̤̟̒̎͗̃̈͂ ̃̃ͣͧ̉ͧ̚͞b̖͕͕̲̦ͨ̈̂̎̄r̸̮͇ͪa̖͒̋͛͞n̶͙̖͙̼̓͑̈́͐̚d̴̪̤̺̓ͪ̿̍̒̈ ͚̹͍̀̆ͨͣͤn̻̠̰͖̣̲͂e͉̠̟͍͊ͦ̐̈́ͭͮw̬̾͒ͮ̂̓̆ ͓͍̗̅ͧͨ̅̈́d͇͍̎̐á̬̺̍ͧ͂y̿͟ ̩̰͉̤̖ͬi͡s̞̟̫̘̼̱̳͛̇ͧ̀͗̊ ̭̤̿̐̿ͣd̴͍̯̘̺̠͎̳̎̓a̽͒w̵̚n̵̹̞̯̙̭͕ͪͧ̔̊̅i̦̻̩n͙̭͈̼̟̄̾͐ͨͧ̚g̫̙̟̟͚̗̠̿ͥͦͩ ̔ͮͤ̉̇̒͊
͇̿͗̚ͅŇ̝̪͈̮̥͖̓̆͒̚o̪̜̹͍̯̙̅̋͛͌̅́̔wͯͥ҉̹̫̲͈̯ ͖̖̮̀ͯ͆̆͘y͔ͮ͊͌͂̔̚̕ö̫͇̙̫͕̮̎̌̓ȕ̴̝͕̞̘͛ͬ̏̐͒̚ ̠̖͊̂͑̓͡w̦̐̌ͥ͗̒̀ĩ̹̟̏ļ̗l̩͓͔̲̱̆̐̓ͫ̒ͣ͊ ͕̝̗̦̾̇ͧ̈̏͡s̑̀̓̿̕é̱͔̲͍͚̻ͯ̍̽̀è̺̯̘̝̪͔ ̯̯͈̖̓ͫ̈͂̑o͕̤̠̐͑̋ͣ͡n͚̆̐̅̂ͣe͈̳̥̼̳ͩ͒̚ ̸̦ͯͣw̰̔ͥͥͬͪ͛̌́h̪̉ô̰͎̯̥͕͛̓̑́̔ͅ ̝̱̣̫̙̀͑̋ͤͯͣͣĩ͚͎̼̳̖ͪͩ̿ͫ͝ͅs̼̜̙̮̔̈͒̀͂ͨ ̤̲̭̗̝̣̦̄͂ẁ͙̚͠o̥͊̍̒̊͆̇͠r̫̩̠͔͓̬̗͑̄̈́ḳ̴̳͎̥̒̈́̊̉ͥ̇îͨ͏̗̺͈͇̗ͅn̸̼̣͖͓̲̺͌̊͑̈̔͒ḡ̴̞̬̮̗̼ͯͨ ̼̈́̆ͨ̀̇͞ą̹̠̠̯̩̥͂ͩ́ͦͩ̅̐g̰͙̟̝͗̌͠ả̱̭̪̠̭͉i̜͍̟̾ͨ̍̎̆ͩ̍n̩̯̹̲͔͙s̟ͫ̉̐t̪͙̖̹͎̞͊̓ ̯͕̻̳̌̋̓̉́y̷̱̝̯̝ͥ͂̒͊̌̚o̷̙̼̯̎͛ͯ̈̇ù̝̫̬̈́͛ͣ͂
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͚͇ͯS̠͍͔͇̤̎̊̍͛o̗̗͚̘̺̺͋͊ ̘͚̜̥͖ņ͍̹̟͇̥̟ͤ̌̀̽o̤̜͓̐̈́̓̇w̠̓̌̀̎̅ͫ ̷̻̫͖ͣ̈́̾̔̚c̦͈̱̩̫͛a̡͎͗ṋ̜͎̖̦ͣͣ̅ ̦̤̿̃͆̀̀y͔̩̗̍ͩoͥ͏̱̜̣̮ử ͞s̲̞ͩe̟̫͈̹̟͉͗̀͐ͫ̐̒ͬ̕e̝̜̩ͅ?̸̂ͤͨ̉ͧ̇
̯T̴͚̺͕̙̖ͧ̃o̲̠̰̦͂̎̍̐̃̇ ̓͌̆̊̾́ḟ̻̟̗̜̞͎̪͑͞i̵̜̘̬̖͕͕̭ͯg̶̳̮̭͕̼̲̱͒̌h̶̗̬͊ͦ̔t̴̤̪̮̀͌ͣͮ ̰̖̤͇͈̱̰͞m̹̩̬͓͉̥̭ͤ͌̀̏́e̬̍ͤ ͍̗̫̼͐̉͌ͯ̐͐ͮỉ̸̗͖̮̜ͫ̌ͅs̰͔̹̣̼͕̠̓ ͉̼̼̺͎̙̎̍̅͌͟ț̓͘ͅo̥ ̷̝ͣͭ̏̓ͪ̑d̦̜͎͗ͤ̿̓i͎̝̬͎͈̝ͨ͋̾e̸̜͆̈̅ͬ̈͂
O̫̱͍͙͓ͬn̳ͩ̋ͣ͜ ̰͓͆ͧ̀ͬt͖̱̗̖̭͓̪̒̃̈h̗̻̭̪̀i̮̋̉ͪ͛̓͐̎ͅs̪̟̔͌ͨͧ ͚͇̤͕͔͐̐d̛̮̩̫̺ͩ̍ͦͥͩ̐̉ą̘̭̝͕̏̿y̟͍̼͕̦͗ͭ͐̿͋͗̌͘ ̤̖̱͐͛ͨ͟i̝͓͓͕͕͖͈͋ͫ̍͌͌̇ ̺̲̞̲̝͚̋̚t̢̥͇ě̳̳͉̺͔̼͔͛͑̎͑͋l̢̻̎̽̈ͦļ ̘̜̞̯͇ͦ̅ỵ̶͇̥̽̌̑͋o͇̹̰͕̓̆ͮ́̚͡ṷ͕̪̬̙͉̆͝
͊̎̂̊͐͐҉͎̗͔̠̙Ṗ̦̙̖͙̦̹lͬ̿̋̀a̭ͥ͑̈̇ͯ͝ỳ̯ ̸̉̒̅̋̊̓t͎̞̣̺̯ͮ͑ḥͣ̈ͫ̾̽i̫͇͙̪̹͈͈͐ͬ͑̚s̡ͣ ̯̦̤̝͖͑̈̉̾̎͋g̦̜͖̠͔̩̃́a̟͕̣͈̖͇̟͐̚m̫̩̦̎ͧ̌ͫ͠ͅe̞̩͓̩̙̦̽͠ͅ ̘̠̋ͥ͐̍͛̌̉a̵̪n̜͔̮̓ͫ̓͞ḓ̙̱̻̺̔ͪͦͪͅ ̯̅y͑̓ͤ̑҉̘̥̠͍̙oͫ҉͖̹̹̟͍ͅͅu̻͖̬͍̤̠̓ ̪̦͗̿͞w̛͚ͦͥ͋i̪̦̰͍͕̺̤͒̔ͭ̈̀͑̂l̷͚̮͇̖̞̯͔̄̇ͨl̗̻͚̣̼̟̗̐̍ͪͣ ̢̩̲̻̔̔̄͒ͪ͐̏ḓ̳̤̈ͭ̚i̱̟͖͜ě̖͓̦̭ͯ̾

O͆ͦ̅̐̓̽̽n̈͑̿̅͋̌e̒ ͧ̌ͩͣ͂̂ͥd͋ͪ̉̊̂a̓̂̾y ͒̆́̍͂̌a ̉̉ͫ̿̋͑̔Pô̐̔ͥͣny̎̉ͯ͐͛ ̇w̒̉̅̈ͩaͫ̓͑̏s ̇ͪ͂w̏̋̇al̽̆kͬ̏̇i͒̇ͪn̅̒ͯ͗g̏ͬͭ wi͂ẗ̑hͩ̐̾͊̋ ͨ͒ͧ̚h͌̈́iͧ̃ͨs̃ͨ̚ ͛̂̽̈́̈̒͌hͤaͭͮ́̚pͯͭͪ͊̅p̏͌͊ͯͥͬyͮ̏͑̈̾ ́P̋̊ͥ̈́̉ō̔̊̒n̎̐̚y̌͂ ̔ͦ̿ͬ̌́fͪ̌̍ͣr͗͂̐̋̅ͦï̈̌͛eͨ͗ͦn̄͊͂̾̓͐̇d
̍͋̐̈́T͒̋̃ȟ͋̃e͐́ ͯ̍̆̄ͩ̊̚f̅̄ͦrͫͩͨi̓̔̆̈́̐e̐ͣͨ̈̐̐͆nd ͤw̆ͯ̉͋̐as̏̒͑̈̂̑̚ ̏̓̓ͮ̉̚àl͐w͗ͩ͑a͊͐̆̈y̽ͥśͨͪ̂̐͊́ ā̉f̋̀r͋ͬ̄ͣ͋âͯ̿̆ͦ̓̇i̅̎̋̇̽̆d͌͒ͣ̊͐
̔"ͤͧ̍ͬ̀S͛ͫͥ͂ȏ̈ ͣͬ̓̚Ŵ̓͛̾͑ͥhͩyͧ̒͆̇ ͛͂̏̏̑͂aͥ̿̋̈re͒̾ ̄͊̔̄̾̇͋ŷö́̊́̈́ù̎͐͊̊̄̈́ a͑fͣ̉͗͛r̂ͩ͗̐a̓ͪ̄̆ͩ͛id̋̉̍̔̿?̀̃̍̔ͮ̈"͋́͐ͣ a̅͒̋̅ske̽̿͆ͭͩ̑d̃͆̾͂ͩͥ͂ ͂̓ͦ̍tͪͮ̌ͮh̍̓͒eͮ́̏̅̆̄̑ ͪ̈firs͊͛͂ͧͨ̏̐t̔̃̍ͦͫ ̅p̏̑̽́͌̄ͦâ͌͗̾ͥ̄́l͑ͭë ̍́̀̽̈́lͮͫ̀̎̂iͯ͌̃̉t̏͗t̔̿̿l͗͆̉e ̐̽p͛ͭ̒on̽̎̓̿ͣyͣ
̄͂ͧ"̌͒̓̋M̑̇̈̀onͭsͯ̄̋̓ͩ̍͂tͩͣ̅ͪ͋̀̈́e̿rͯ͛ͫͩ̚,͊ͦȈ͗ͤ̅ͦ̌͛ts͌̈́̔̏ͯ ŵ̀aͣ́ͫ̅͐͌̚t͂ͭc̈́̿̽hͧ̑̈ing̈ mĕͮͮ̄̽ͧ.͛̔̆̿̌ ͪ̊ͥI͑̏ͯͪt̀̏ͭ̿̇s̉̔̆̑̾̃ͨ ̊̔̂̎͑a͌l̇̐ͧ̒̂̅w̏a̎̉͛̄̚yͥͩͬ͗ͯ͋ͨs̾͑ͥ͒ͧ ̓̓̓͌ͮw͌ͯ͌ͩ̃aͩ̇̓t̊̑̈́ͫ͑ͫͭc͂h̆̍͛ỉͧ͆͒͌nͦ̀̅g m̈͊̈̉̊̑ȇ͂ͩ͂̅̉"̾ͭ͑͛̌ ͌̏S͛͒̆aͧ͊̊̽̏̇̃i̇̑́̋̊͗̊d ͐̓ͯ̌̍͗̂t̏̒͒h̀̀ͯ̉e̾ ͮ̈́l̃͂i̔̀ͭ̀̋ͮ͗tͩtͤ̍͛ͧ̊l̽̽͐̓̆ͪe̍̎ ̔̈p̍̒ͦ͆̇̈o͌ͬͦͣͤny̐
̍̓O͛̈ǹ́̃ ͦͧͪ͗́̀͋T͐̌̿ͣhͨͯͬ̌̉͒ͤatͥ̇̓ ͋ͫ̅͑̓̎n͋͋ͦ̾̏̽o͛ṫ̂̐eͨ̎ ͤ̔̇͌ͣ̀͐Thͣͩ̄̏͐͑ͮe͆ͧͩ ͐̓͗͛̉̓pͦoͭͫ̏n̍y̾͑ ͩb̑eͨĝ̓̓͒ä́́̄̏n ̎̇̈t͊̔̚o̍͐ͥ̿͌ ͌͒͌ͣ̌̑́r̓̔̓̃̌͊͑un̈
̀͆̇̐͌̍ͧO͑̅̆ͯ͐ͤh̍ͪ̒ ̇ͨ̆͋̔Heͬ̂ͩ̅ͨ̊ͥ ̓r̎aͧ͗ͤͤͦͮ̚nͧͥͨͭ̿͌ ͑́̽̈̔̆ͣä́n̔d͛ͤ ͧͮ̚r̊ͣ͑̉̄̈̇a̅nͪ̽̅ͮͩ ̓ͨͫ́ͪͤa͑ͮͩ̾n͊ͭͤ̎ͦͮ̾d́ͦͣͤ r̂̊͒͂͛̉a͊͂n̅ͬ̒ͦͫ
̄͛̓͋͆ͣZÔͮͭ̆͐OOͨ̄̃̒͗O̿Oͯ̚OM̆͊̀ ͮ̚H̊̔͂ͬ͐̽̃eͥ̃͛ͯͤ̂ ̈͌̋͌̅wͬͨ͛͂̅e͊n͗ͧͯ̉̚tͦ͐ͭ̿͗ͪ
̉En̓ͩ́di͒̏n̑ͤ̽gͦ͊̃̾̔ͯ̚ ͆̉̃ͮ̿Ǔ̈́p͂ͫͦͥ̾̎͗ ̇ͨ̆̅̃͊̌a̔rͧͦ͒ͤoͨ̾͛ͮͦ̔ȕͯͯ̏ͧn̎̓̀d̉̈́̽ ͒ͭ͐̈ͤ͑á ͛͊̐͑c̄oͦ̎͋̉̂r͂n̈́̆ͩ̽̓ȅͭͪͨrͯ́̔̅ͬ,̄̚ ͗ͩo͒̈ͮ͆͊̚uͦ̓̒ͧ̒ͧ̌t͆̅͑̄̒͐ ͛͛͆͌ͭō̿ͤͫͤ͌fͦ̂͐̓̃ ̍̈ͬ̊tͨ̑ͫ͑̚h̎̔ͦ̈́eͨ̆ ̿͊͗o̾͑ͧ̾͗ͥt̓hͩͧͫ̾ͩ̒̚e͐ͣͭ̇̓͗r̆ ͋͛͂̿ͭͥpͨ͐̿o͋ni͊ͪes̓͋ ̃͋͌̊̌̀ͩsͪ̊ͭͣ̊ͥͣi̎g͒ͯ͒hͪt̂̆
̍Ȃn̽͒̊̂̾̽̌d͒ ̓t͆h͛eͨͤn ͂̑ͩͤ̐͒ḧ̂͂̊ͪëͪ̍ ͨͮ͗̿̋͑wͬ̾̃͆͒̂aͨ͒ͫs̉̌ ̐ͪ̒͒̚g̉͋̊̾̌̿̈o̊̔̍̃n͆ͬͬeͭ
̓̌͐͌̉T̓ͤ͋͐̓ͯh͌ͦͯeͦ̊ͬ̍ f̈ͥ̓ͤiͯ̅ȓͤ̊ͨͯ̃sͯ̋̌tͤ ͒̏̓pͭa̋l̄eͯͫ̇ͤͦ̓̚ ̈́͆Pò͑̈́̐nͤͣͥ̐y̌ ̃w̍aͣͧ̌̅ͬ̑sͮ͛́̉ ͊̌ͦ͒̆n͐̓̓͗̊̇̾o̒̅ͫͥ͒͛ͭwͧ̒̑͐̈́͆ ͮͧͫ̃ͪ͊ǎfͧ͂ͨ́̊̀r͛͆̈ͤ̀͂̓aͧĭ̐̊̓d͛̾͗͋̏ͬ
̓ͩ͒ͣͫ"̏̏͆W̋̇hͦ̍͑̓̃̚āͤ̍̎̎̔̀t̒̅ͦ̓ͯ͆̌ ͩ̀̿ͦ̆̚hͫͨ͂̈̆͛aͪ̉̔͋ͬ͆̄pͭ̑̇̈́p̾ềͨ͊̌̎̐nͩ͗͂ͨͣ̓̚eͭ̄͛͌͊ͥ̅dͧ̾ͣͥ̓ ̃͗̈́̓ͬ͛̒t͗́̾͆o̔̏̓̇͊ ͭͫ̓͒̂͗m̎̄̈́̽͋͛y ͊̇̈́̊͆ͧfṙ͛̐̔i͑̍ë͛n̓ͭ̑͑d͗͛̈́ͮ?̇͂̓"̑͛ͬ͐ͬ͐̔ ͭͪ͑͛͑̆̚h̍͌͒ͦͦeͨ̎̏ͭ͒ͨ̚ ͦ̅ťͬͪͫh̀ͣͫ̇̂oͬ͛ͩͭu̇͆ͬͣ̄̀ͣgͨͣͩht̋ͥ̿ͭ͛̏
A̎̾̔̃nͤͧ́͛dͨ ̄͋ͩt̽͂ͭ̅hͯͥͦ̈́́̐͌eͪ͋̎ͧ̈͐n̆̈́́ͦ ̒ͬ̔̂̐̌͛h̐e͗ ̆͐̂͌̈ś̋͋ͣ̄ͬaͯ̓̽̌̒ẃ͗̂ͯ̊̓ͪ ̂̋̂̈́iͩ̚t
͌͂̾̿̅̎H͒ë̄ͩ ̆c͗ͨ͒̋o̒ͯ̉̓ͬͧͤŭ̇l̒d̎̿̏ͥ͒ͣn'̓̑̆͗͆t̽ ̓ͭr̍͑ͭ͌̈͊͊e͗m̽eͭͥ̔̔̒mͮͬb̑ͮ̂ͦ̿̐ͯe̐ͯ͊͑ͮ̈̄r̽ͬͥ͗͂̚̚ ̈́ͮͪw͌͒̽h̑́̐͋̽̂̑aͪt̿̍̿ͫ ͣ̓͋ͯ̉̽͊hͨͣeͦ̆ ͮh̆ͯͬͦͧaͤ͆̀ͪd ͊̍̈́ͣ̃̊s̆̚e͛̈̓ͩ̏͂e̾ͮͩ̊̏͐n̏͊̐̉ ̓ͫͦ̀̾̈́̋
ͩ̔͌̏B̅ͪ̓́uͩtͥͣͣ̈́̚ ̃͐͐̍Ŝ̈̅͂̈́̄̏O̾̿M͒̆ͧEͥͧ̀̊ͤ̋Tͥ̑HͯĪ̽͋Ň̂̈̓͊̄G̑̏ͮ̉͐ ͐ͩͥ͂̌̒̿wͥ̈́ͨ̃ͧͨǎ̐ͥ̑̾̽͋s̓́̌ͨ͑̂ ͮͭ̍̂̅ͮm̒ͣͧͤ̉̂̏iͪ̿̇̍͐ͧ̎s͋sin̔̆ͨͪgͪ ̎̒ͦ̄ä́ͩͤ́͊̉ftͪ̌ͩ̄eȓ̾ͩ̿͆͒̚ ͮ̿͂ͩtͣͤ̊̓̋̉̒ḧ̋́̒̒̎aͣ̄ͭͭͪ̏ͧtͪ̒ͭ͆ͭ d̾̈̿̑ͧ̏ͥay͗ͥ
̆ͫͫ̀ͫ͒̃A͑̑n͂ͧ̂̈́̅̋ͮd̊̊̄͂̚̚ ̍̾̐ͥ͛̐I'ͨ̈́͂̾m̾ͨ̉ ͗̃͂͆n̿ͭ̉̊ͯot̿̍ͮ̌͂̄͋ ̐̏̏̏̿ta̎ͤ̈̋̋ͩ́lͭk̂ͮ̂ͭͮ͂ͫiͭ͐n̏̂̃͆̓͒gͩ͆͑͛́̊ ͯ͗a͐b̋ͩ̅o͗͒̀̉̓̾̀u͒t͐͛̒ tͩ̇ͤͧh̑e͒̂͆̎̇ ̽ͩͫf̓̐ͫͣ́̚ri͑̐ͤ̉̅e̔ͬͪ̉n̊̀d̉̓ͭͧ̂̍͑

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̥̙̋̆̾̆́͟Ȟ͇̬̹͚̤̩͉̹̌͋ͩ̾̇̀̕ȇ̓͂ͮ͌̎͐҉̪͖'̵̢̳̳̖͊̅̆̔s̢̯̞͔͉̜͗ͣͬ͐ͣ͗̐͠ ̸̨͇̹̈̕s͙̬̗̳̬̳͕̺̻ͤ̀̈̆̅͟͝l̷̺̲̑ͭ͋̉͌̏͟i̢̱̰̳̜͖̖̲̭ͦͫ͛ͪp͕̖̣̘͐̉̐͌ͩ̊̒̊ͧ͡p̥͕͇̟̼̜̯̘̈́́̏̐͗ͅi̡̪̻̞̩͈͙̽̈́ͭ̿̏ͨ͘ͅṅ̷̸̠̲͇͔̺̮̪̬̯̀ͣͩͩ̓͆̌͢g̨ͭͫ͌͋͂̒͂̏͏̥̲ ̡̫͚̮̪̟͚̲̹̺͐͊̽̃͌͞a̫̯͎͚̞̖̤͙͐ͭ̅̌ͩ̄ͦ̅w̵͉͉̫̭̺̞̺͖͂ͭ̇͛̎̇̕͡ä́̽̂҉̦̫y͙̲̪̫̥̥͎̒ͯ ̸̻̳͖̘̯ͧͩ͛̇̋̑ͫ̒ͅO̴̼̲̒̓ͮ͠r̷̢̤̤̅ͧ̐ͬ̔͠ỉ̈ͮ͝͏̙̼̬͕̫͞o̶̹̞͋̎̈́ͫ̓͛̆̀n̹͚̥̞̝̩ͪ

What

As soon as Orion left a comment was posted on my last post. It was made by my account. From my computer. The post was made WHILE I WAS ON THE COMPUTER.

Sorry Orion, i need to get out for a while. I'll be careful.

Stop it computer you are drunk

Hi everypony. Things have started to settle down a bit. I haven't heard any strange laughter in the past couple of days.

Orion Shine is my freaking HERO.

Not only did he give me a safe place to stay, but he greeted me with HOT CHOCOLATE WITH MINI MARSHMALLOWS!

I'm sorry, but i haven't been in a good mood like this for a while now.

But now to put on my serious face.


To the flank who keeps posting to my and Orion's accounts.

STOP!


I don't know who you are

I don't know if you are responsible for any of this or not

I don't know if you can give me any answers

Just please. PLEASE just talk to me face to face.

And if you ARE behind this

I will give you ANYTHING

My home

My LIFE

Just PLEASE return Lyra and that poor Filly home.

And then things got strange

Wow

I am at Orion Shine's Observatory.

What a time i had getting here.

I saw the post. The one mocking me. I took the bait.

I left my home and once again ended up at the mouth of the Everfree. I could hear the laughter, but saw nothing. Like an idiot i went inside. And then i saw it.

Little Scootaloo was in a tree, watching. Just watching. The laughter stopped.  I called her name but she just stayed cooped up in that tree. Watching and smiling. I approached her.....and i was knocked on my flank. I could not make it out, but it emitted a light. I was knocked out and Scootaloo was plucked from the tree. 

I awoke in a field in the middle of the day. I was surrounded flowers.

THOSE flowers.

And then my heart skipped a beat as i heard it. Singing. Lyra's singing. I stood up, but a huge purple flash temporarily blinded me.

I was at the mouth of the Everfree Forest. No time had passed.

I ran to the Observatory.

And here i am. Orion has been a great host.

I just hope i don't repay him with pain.

W̦̤ͧ͋h̶̷͙̱͈͙͛̍̈́̎̾̆͝ỷ̴̢͖̰̱̩̼̙ͨ̃ͦͨ̏ ̨̗̳̫̂͂̓̃̿d̡̦̰̳̊̔̀͛̓ͮ̿̀̕o̶̲͐̇̎͐͡n̮̲͚͙͎͖̪̝̽ͦ̿̑'̵̞̙̻̭̌ͯ͞ẗ̝̠͙̮́͊̈͜ ̣̇ͣ̀ͦ͑̔̀͆͟͡y̸̮̞̤̥̫̫̰̩̑̊͂̽̉ͦ̎ͥ̕ȏ̫̭͓͗́̇̎͛̚̚u̲͔̻̰̠͍͙̤͕͊̅̂̕ ̶̱̻̿̃̇ͧ̚t̍ͭͩ͘͡҉͖̰͉̝ạ̸͕̝̰͆̔̚̕ͅk͉̮̯̀ͭ̊̋̌ͅe̵ͦ͐̏̿̏͂̈́͟͏͚̦̞̰̟ ͆̈́͏̼́ạ̴̹̮͚̩̥͆͟͝ ̨̨̼͋̊ͥͭ̌͋̀̚s̬͈̣̜̞̬̦̎̀ͅh̷͔̦̣̳̿o̡̲̝͔̯̞̻̪͇͉̍̉͐͆ͬ͒ͤr̷̡̤͍̖͂͑͞t̶̴̫̯̜͈̗̩ͩ̍̂̒̊͗͗ͤ͠ͅͅč̨͖͚̲͚̮̰̫̿̀ͭͅǘ̔̂͏͕͖͞t̍ͭ͛́̆̚̚҉̺̮ ̙̪͆̽̽̾̓͛̈́͆̚͠t̡̑ͩͯ̃͑҉̣h̢͈̮͖̖̄̎ͭ̚͝r̮͍̮͗̃ͭ̈̓̀̒ͪ͜o͕͎̬͗̃̋͊̆̄͗͊́u̸̩͉̥̺̟̮̔̐ͥg̙̥͇̰̝̞̼ͭ͐̉̌̔̔͡h̢̛̫̓̀ͯ͗ͧ̿ͪ̃̈́ ̣͇̜͉̪̜̭ͩͤ̌̆̄̊ͫ̆͛t̡̪̩̦̖ͧͫͫͨ̚h̴̰ͮ̿̑ȩ͍̹͋́ ̠̯̼͖̘́̔̑͂ͨͦͮ͂̒Ȩ̵̜̬̜̜̲͐͒ͭ̃̊̃͒v̗̟̽ͥ̇͊̒̌ͦe̪̖̗̼̼̼̼̯̩̔͊̀ͭͦͩ͘͞r̴̫̮͇̱̊ͥ̔͒̎͢f̴̢̟̦̝̼̖̓͟r̶̢͎͖̜̜̜͇ͫe̡̺̮̠͓̻ͩ͐̏ͫ͒́͞e̛̛̠͙͎̖͙̅̋̈́̏ͮͮ̒̕ ̸̡̣͓̹͙̪͓̫̳̇́̿͂̚F̸͙̳̹̿ͨo͖̺̓̃̔͘ṛͣͨ̈́͆͊̇ͨ͢ͅe̿̌҉̯͍͎͙͙͙͟ͅs̩͇̯̤̳̰ͤ͌͘ͅt͍̖̰̙͆̈̉̀̆̍̎?̷̸̛̣̪͈̩̲͕̣̘͐̋ͅ
̡ͫ̒ͮͪ̀͑̌̂͏̱̣̙̟͔̼͚̫̼͝
͓̹͖̖̀̑̆̏ͨ̎͗ͪ͘͘͡O̓̎̍ͬ͒̀͢҉̺̠̞̗̮̺̭̪̬r̫̱̘͖̠̹ͫ͌̊͜͝ͅi̗̦ͮͨͦͯ̓̆͟͞o̮̞̦͇̞̩͗ͧͥ̚ͅͅňͨ̍҉̙̮̳̱̯̮͖͓̘̀͘ ̧̗̜̺̫̩̭̺̟̒͑̽͗̊̃̎̐͝c̶͖͕̺̈́͌ͧ̿̀͟à̦̬̇̄͌̈ń̨̛̙ͭ͛͊̃́̃ͩ ̙̣̯̺̗ͫͬ̆̀͡w͎͈̞̰̯ͤ̾̓̎͞ą̷͕͎ͨ̔̽ͭi͖̹̼̲̼̞̾͊͘t͊ͭͬͣ̕҉̮͘.̮̗̍͌̓͆ͪ̊̄ͨ ̢̛̩̲̺͖͊̊̉ͅ
͍̟̱̖̰̊̋̎̔̄͛̓͘
͙͍͇̖̫̲̙̄͋ͨͣͫ̈́́̽ͤ͘͟Ĥ̶̦̫͙ͮ̌͗ͬẹ̳̪͍̝̮̺̫̉͑ͧ̅h̻̜̯̥̋̏̐͛̏̄͡ȩ͉͔͔̽̑̋̾ͅh̷̷͍͈̻͒̈͐̒̀e͌ͫ͝͏̝̻͉͕͈̱h̓̉̿ͨ̿̒̄̈́̀̚͞͏̞̘̼̯͇ě̢̛̯͕̘̭̬͖̦̈̀͌̌ͅhͮ͑͌̚͏̞̗̟ȩ͓ͫ̋ͨͧ̏ͧͧ̊͟h̷̴̰̭̹͍ͫ̾̉ͪ̓͟ę̶̝̬͚̯͖̃ͭͅh͕̻̳̖̠̙͔̪̞́̂̋e̲̦͎̲͖̘͎ͫͥ͛̈̓͆h̢͔͉͚͍͕̻̪̾̍͆ͧ̑e̸̢̘͙̜͚̦̹͗ͧ̐̏̂h͇͎̱̥ͦ̾̂͠ę̻̝̲͛̀hͧ͢͏̷̜͈̖e̯͓̼̭̙ͤ̽͌̍̂͊͜͝h̸̢̹̹̳̦͖̮ͫ̈́ͤ̉̇͞e̡̟͓̬̤̮̞͉̖͗ͩ̋h̵̓̈́ͦ̇̃ͣ͏͚̲͕e̫̘̼̟̞̲͈͛̊ͤ̉ͤ͂ͫh̢̗͕̹̱͎͓̘̊̂̆͢͞ė̛̜͔̞͖͇̪͚̩̲̐ͭ́ḩ̮̻̳̪͍̼ͥ͗̃̏̐͝ͅē̞͖͔̫̪̗ͬ̋h̪͓͍͎̯͚͗̐ë͇͓̰̩̯̹̬́͋ͤ͐ͧͥ

Taking A Step

I'm ok.

I'm sorry i haven't been able to do a full post recently.

I was helping with Bon Bon's funeral.

I saw the body.....what was left. It was almost unrecognizable. She had been cut up and put into garbage bags. An animal got to one. Her head was just sitting on the ground. Just on display for everyone to see.

I'm sorry.  I'm still trying to process this.

Cause of death was blood loss. Her organs had been removed, then placed  back into the torso. The legs in another bag. The arms in another. And then the head.

Now I'm just waiting for the call. The call about Lyra. The call about the little Filly. The call about any of my friends.

I'm heading to the outskirts of town. To an Observatory. Orion Shine is letting me stay for a while.

I'll update when i arrive.

If i arrive.

Long few days

Explanation tonight.

I'm leaving,  no question.

Someone died.

Started sad, turned downright depressing

so i talked to my PISP. They told me the messages are coming from my computer. I'll be leaving here for a while.


So we know who the Filly is. I want to thank Orion Shine for finding this information for me. More on him later.

So the little filly is named Scootaloo. That's freaking adorable. She's been missing for a while now. I planned to talk to her parents, but that posed a problem.....shes an orphan.

I am being stalked by a lost little orphan.

Her friends are all worried sick about her.

I decided to go to her school and talk to her teacher. I gave her the picture and the rhyme.

They canceled school on Monday.

A day or mourning.

I'm not giving up yet. I've lost Lyra and Bon Bon.

But the filly.

I can find her. At the Everfree Forest.

If i can't save my friends then i want to at LEAST save this poor little filly.


So Orion Shine.

Turns out he has his own blog. Not only that, but he's been following me and helping me throughout this entire ordeal.

He's offered me a place to crash for a while. I sent him a message and am waiting for a reply.

Just have a minute

I am contacting My PISP about the hacking. I am also about to get in touch with Bon's parents.

Update soon.

L͖̼̠̫͔̃̍̌̉͂̍̉ī̈͋͐͌̎ͥͥͧ͏̣̘͔͎͓̀t̺̼̮̯̤͊͊͆ͥ̋̋͑͊͊͘͜͠ṯ͇̟̈̾ͧ̃̅͊̕l̵̲̱̠͇̖̙̮̀ͯ̌̓̅̍͂̈ė̶͙͕̲̟̙̘̼̖̭ͩ͊̾͂ͥ͢ ̛͈͓̑̿͠F̰͉͔͈̞̝̿ͪ̈́̆̾ͪͧͭi̢̭̥͔̒͂ͪ̓ͧ̾͌̽͒ļ̭̥̱̘̦̅̄̅͆l̗̦͌̑̈ͪ͗̄̀y̰̖͖͖̹̋̓̀͢͜ ̤͍͉̄̐͡w̢͔̖̣ͪ̀̋͞o͈͍̹̙ͥ͛̊ͥ̃n̡̽̿ͤ͏̭̮̝̠̙̪d̡̮͔̈̔͘e̦̟͓̪͎͔͕̩̖ͯ̌̐̊͗̽͘r̷̝͉̟̰̙̹̬̠̥͛̈̈̉̂̐̄s̷͍̼̖̪̣̰̊ͅ ͙̥̦̘́ͅͅī̺͉̌͌̐ͦ͊̀̒̀͝n̦̳̖͚̻̫͚͇̈̾̓ͯ̇ͤ͡

̢̥̟̮̘̼̈ͪ͗̎̋
̨͇̫ͯ̀ͯ͐̕L̶̡͐͒҉̩̠̩į̖̖̹̝̦͐̓̅t̶̙̞͍̭̥̠̅ͯţ͔̰̳̘͉̜͚̩̄͗l͓̦̜̯͈̯͇̍eͦ̀́͋̈́ͣ́͏͏͎̗̦͚̺͇̺ ̤͕͖̝͖̼̺̰̹̎ͯ͗ͩ̂ͩ͌̑͠F͍͔̣̯̭̫̤ͯ̊ͭ̌̍͞ͅî̜͔̦̦̳̖͓̒̂͊̀̔ͬ̅̀l̷͚̖͚͍̝̈̎̾ͭl̼̮͇̜̟͎̖̎͂̊̿ͨ͊ý͙̖̣͕̠͓͔͈ͨ͐́̽ͫ͆͘ ̛̬̯̩͒̓͆̀̾̆ͨ̚h̾͛̃͊ͅi̯͉̤̩͈͖̙ͪͧ͂ͤ̇͂ͧͭ͘d̟̫̟̮͙̦̘͇̑͗̽ͥ̑̈́̄͘ȩ̻̭̯̗̫̼̝ͭͭ̈́͐ͧ̂̚͡ͅs͚̪̺̼̟̭͉̀͊ͪ͝͝ ̖͑̏͒͌͂͋ͤ̋͢͢͞a̸̳̟̫̳͉̹̖̔̋̆̌ͦͥ̄ ͎̯̠̘̼̬̙̫̙ͧ̓̽̀̽ͫ̑̊̚s̜̲̠͕̈̈́͐̾͘̕iͯ͒҉̮̘͕̹̞̗̖n̲̳̫̲̮̩̹̣ͤͩ̋̾ͮ̑̀̆͋
̡̤̼̮̎̽̿̈́̐̊ͅ
̢̺͓̬̰̃͋L̴͓̺̥͇͙̻͓ͨͣ͝͝i̴̷̛̝̳̱͔͙̲̟̮̖ͪͦ̀t̤̘̲̫͐̒ͅt̶̠͙̮͈̭͍̤̝ͭ̀̒ͤ͝ͅḽ̘̣̦̃͗e͚̭͓̻̯͕͓͐̈́̐͌ͯ̈̓ ͣ҉̨̫̳͔͈Fͮͫ̊́ͨ̿͏͔̲̥̹̪̦͡ị̲̗̣͕̱̩̠̟̂ͦͩ̀̿ͮ̾l̗͙͇̣͎̬͂ͥ͌̇̈͡l̋̊҉̡̙̦̼̰̺͚͠ͅẏ̶̶̯͉̮̩͆̋ͭ̀ ̡̙̠͙͛̈͑͆̑̓̉͡͡p̻͕͓͎͕̦͕̭̑̔͂̃͊͗̏u̳͕̼͕̭̱̝ͥ̏̓̆́͝l̵̙̮̜̻͓̎ͨ͊̚ͅl̵͔͖͕̟̥͓̎̏̅͟ḙ̢̝̤̤̘͇͇̟ͥͧ̈̂̂̀̉̕d̶̥̩̿̿̄̈͂ͯ̓͞ ̐ͧ̑́҉̳̳̗̬͔i͐̈͒̈ͧ̅͆̽͠҉̖n̠̞̤̙͉͚̾̂̓̐̍s̃ͤ̐̂͊̎͐͐̅͡҉̪̣͍͙̙̼͇īͤͯ͏̬̼͕d̗̖͇̜̻̊ͩͮ͐ͨͫè̺͓̠̘͖̄ͯ͑ͪ͒̐̔́͜ͅ
̘̣͚̺̝͕̼̲ͯͭ̈́̏̀ͤͩ̾͡ͅ
̷̱̯̻̜̹̜͚̯͚̏̈͂ͫ̍̚L̩͔̘̣̖̰̖̋͂͛ͣ̽ͭ̌͋̇i̸̛̗̮̺̮̩̔͊͊͋̋t̙͖́̓ͣͮͣ̚͟t̖͇͍̼̲̙ͯ̃͐͌́̎ͤ͊̀l̢̮͓͍̜̙̍ê̖̫̲̽̒͗ͣ̔̚͘ ͇̏̌͠F̷̛̹͉̫ͨ̽ͯ͢i̖̙̭̤̻̹͎̐̅͐̇̃̉ͯ̈́̀l̢̾͏̟̤̼l̖̭͌̽̚y̡̱͓͔̼̱ͥ̒̋ ͚̲̥͓̰̙̟̐̋̀̚͠c̆̅̕͏̯̩̟͖͕̺͖̹a̫̦͔̯̐ͧ͠͞n̥̘͖̗͙͈̎͂̂ͤͧͦ͝͠ ̴̧̗̺̗͓͓̖̉̊͛̒n͗ͩ̌̃҉̭ͅoͭ̊̅ͦ̉̽͋̈́͏͉͖̜͔͘t̢͇̜̯̝̬͓ͧ̄̎̔ͥ̐͂ͧ̾͝ ̴̭͕̝̐̅ͯ̉̽̽͟͝h̟̼̭͔̹̜͈̭̭̍͐̏͢ĭ̬̥͈͕̟̞̒̒͘ͅͅd̃ͫ͏̼͕͔̫ͅȩ̲̲̰̗̗̦͚͎ͮ́
̅̌̀͛̑ͣ̔ͨ̚҉̛̭̳̘̫̮̝
̖͚̰ͨ͒̊̇͛̔́͜͡L̢̳̹̔͆̄ͫ̇̀i̷̖̫͚͔̭̫̻̗ͬ͌ͪ͒ͩ͛t̡̛͉̺͉̰ͩ̇̍̃͑̚̕t̨̲͇͉́̔̋ͭ̾̇l̡̮̱̙̖̟̆̆ͫ̀̿ë̶́̑̓̐̌ͫͥ҉̻̝̘̠̯͚̗ ̵̡̖͎̠͇͖̱͈͚̍̓ͪ̽̓ͯ̓͞F̶̣̞̬̻͖̜ͫͤ̈̿ͩ̂̏̚̚i̸̟̙ͥͩ̿ͩl̡̜̜̰̺̳ͯͮ̾̂͛͠l̙̪̏̍͜͞y̵͎̤͖̦̻͇̝͆̑̔͑ͭ̌̚͠ ̟̦̰̗̣̻͓̱̯̋̽̌͡n̮̼̙̲̓̌ͬ̀ỏ̲̱̰̥͇̜̬̦ͪ̂ͤ̍ͩ͆ ̡̧̬̙̗̤̳̝͔̽͆ͥe̵̛̱̼ͨ͊s̸̬͔̩̮̥̙̮͍̊ͯ͑̈c̵̞͔̪ͩ̃ͤͅȁ̸̳͓̞̐́͐͌͂̒̎ͤp̶̬̺̂̅͟ề͎͉̜̭͟
̶̟̽̎͌̆̾ͪ͡
̰͍̪͓͒ͨͫͯͪ̕͟L̖̲͖̯̍͂͝i̶̳̲ͤͦ̈͒͂̾ͪ̓̀t̰̖̖͇͉̼̘͖̐͊̓͠t̡̪̣̗̲̝̳̟͚͛̈́͜͞l̜͕̪̘̍͊̑e̼͈͚̠̰̩̣̝̿̽ ̰̺̻͈̠͔̖ͦF̨̣͉̪̣͇̘͖͂ͤ̏́ͦi͇̠̺̹̬̙͛̋̾ͦͤ͐͛ͅl͎̬̣̝ͫ͆̇̎͊͆ļ̅̿̆͆͏̳̳̗͕ÿ̧͇̪̯ͤͨ͐̚̕ ̷̸̺͈̳̗̻̩͈́͋ͪ̄͌̂̐s̨̹̼̫ͦ̋̑͜e̖͈̩̞̮ͤ̒̓̆a̶̧͇̲ͭͤ͞ḽ̯͚͍̞̰͖͖̇ͨͮͦ̽̾́̏̀e̛̪̰̲͓̜̭͔͕͐ͨ͛͊̋̾͑̐d̪̟̥͓̖̙͊ͯ͌͜͠ ̫̼͉̝̹̯̈́̑̿̔͠ͅï̶̧̱̪̆͆̔ͤ̍ͨ̍t̷̷̢̬͔̻̯̺̪͙͉͛͆͂̓ṣ̵̝͍̟͍̍̓ͪ͘ ͯͬ̒ͭ͐͋̌ͭ͋͏̙͎̻̫̹͙ͅf̴̤͉̞̘̤̻̪͚ͫ͌͑ͅå̯̳̦̜͎͙͓̼̉ͧͪ̓̈̐̆̀͝ť̴̵͕̘͇̈́͛̓͞ȩ͖̯̬̖̎̐͌ͣ̓̒̾͋
̨̟̹͙̩͍̠͍̼̬ͩ͛ͯ͡͡
͔̫̦̳̬͉̭̲̖ͨͫ̐͋̒̔̋ͮL͔͍̲̦̫̱͒ͥ̓̀͛͛̀ͧ̔iͬ̓̈́ͧͧ͏̸͚̣̙́t͕͓̥̦̠̭̤̍̉̒ͦ͗t̡̳̩̭̄̔͊͒͜l̽̆̀͂ͧ͏̳̱̯̠̝̲̮͉ě̮̰̮͠͞ ͔͕̤̟̙̭ͤ̓̓ͯF̧̧̛͔̞͒ͥ̒́ḭ̦ͦ͌̊̽̀l̛̯̗̰̖̗͇͙͓͑͝ľ̙̼͎̱̇͋̈͑ͩ̆ỳ̰̞̣̭͇̝͉̪̉̏ͦ̕͟ ̊̋̍̄̐͋̆̓͏̵̡͔̣̮͎͖n͒̿͋ͧ͂̋҉̠̝̩͕e̒̅ͦ̕҉̘̠͍͕̜͉ͅv̡̤̩̦͙̭̼̫̠̄̒̿̽̈́̓͊́̀̚ȩ̶͓̞̼̙͓͎ͨ͑ͦͪ̽̕r̴͈̤̪̤͖͉͇̮ͪ̓̏ͧ ̝̟̠͈̣̜̿ͫ̉̃̒͜͜f̮̩͙͖͎̼͙̿͗̔̈͑̎͋̈̀ļ̘̪̪̒͗ͮ̅̀yͪ͏̛̙̤͖̤̠ï̳͎̺̻͓̣͓͊ͮ̔͆̕ͅn̒͒̏͏͈̤͚̜̜̥g͍̱͚̖̜̘͛̾́ͧͥͦ͟ͅ
͚ͭͮ̑̓͌͑̑͊͝
̵̪͈͖̺̠͈̭̗͗̋̀̕L̢̬͉̲͈͎̾̓ͩ̄ͥ͑̔̂͠i̶̝͖̳̰̦̳ͫͦ̃́ͬ̐͒̂t̽̐ͬ͢҉̵͙t͍̣̤͈̹̥͉ͪͤͣ̕͘͢ľ̝̪͍̹ͪ̌͂͝e̷̷͙̬͙̖̩͑͋̔̋̆̌̏ͅ ̵̞͓͋̇̒̿̏͝F̨̠͈̹͖̹̳͙͈ͤͣͧ̌͐́ͮ͜ị̯̗͍̤̖ͪ̕͘l̶̜̙͕̭͖͉̼͐̎̔̔͗͝l̟̪͕͈̟̞̳̓ͯẏ̻̩̱͗ͦ̒̏̌̓ ̵͌҉͕͖̟͇̖ṉ̴̹̞͓̼̭̳̿̓̍ęͩͯ̚҉̗ȁ̢̨͔̣͓͍̘͈̰̫͙ͩͣͮ̆̄̎̇̾ȓ̴̢̺͓̚l̲̭̟̣̗͈͕̰̔̎ͪ̇ͤ̿̀y̡̛̬͕ͪ̐͗̉̂ ̷̙̩̘̰̼ͩ̃̏ͅd͔̲̦ͦ̋̇ͮ̀y͉̘̤̤̣͉̿͗̇ͪ̕i̧͙͍̩͇̬ͬ͒͌ͤ̓n͙̜̗̟̭͍̜̔͐̓̈́͑̀͢ͅg̵̦͕̬͎̪̭͇ͪͪ̀̈́͠ ͔̙̼̖͎͐ͯ
͓̬͙̻̥͈̔̒̈͋̏̄͘͝

Here's the picture of the filly and the weird rhyme.

Please let me know if you have any information on them.

Little Filly having fun


Little Filly better run


Little Filly playing ball


Little Filly has a fall


Little Filly at the beach


Little Filly in my reach


Little Filly makes a friend


Little Filly at its end


Little Filly what a day!


Little Filly taken away

Back from the forest

I have returned from the Everfree Forest.

What happened?

Nothing

Nothing AT ALL

I left about a half hour after my last update. There was an eerie calmness as i approached the entrance. I held my breath as i walked in. Nothing. Not a sound. Not a movement. NOTHING.

I walked deep into the forest. I was prepared to face some animals. Maybe a dragon or Timber wolves. Not even the chirp of a bird.

Now i know FOR A FACT that there is a cottage in the forest. Not today. I decided it was time to leave the forest and see if anyone had any updates on Bon Bon. I stepped out of the forest and....

I was back inside of the forest. It was as if the entire place had flipped making the exit the entrance. This went on a few more times. After a few tries i finally heard a sound. Laughter. Laughter laughter and more laughter. I could see the small orange filly standing just out of my reach. Every time i would attempt an exit she would get closer to the entrance and the laughter would get louder. After like 10 tries i really DID exit the forest.

What about the filly?

Gone.

In its place was a picture of the filly and what seemed like a nursery rhyme or something. I'll include those in the next post.

And still no word on Bon Bon. The others went to bed for the night.

Why is this happening? 

Well that went well

Quick update

Took Bon to Sugar Cube. She was acting strange the entire trip. We had a pleasant enough meal, but things went down hill fast after we left.

We decided to check out the local fashion boutique. It was fine at first, but then THEY showed up. Two small fillies walked into the store. Bon FREAKED OUT. She started screaming "SHES DEAD" over and over. She ran from the store in a panic. I've been looking for her all day. Octavia and vinyl are out looking now. They made me take a rest. I don;t know how to proceed now. Do i just keep looking? Do i skip town again?

I think i know what i need to do.....but i can;t bring myself to go back.

I think i need to go back to the everfree forest.


If i can get myself to go I'll update when i get back.

Its like a funeral over here

Gah. Sorry it took me so long to update.

First off.

Who ever posted that image to my account.

STAY AWAY FROM ME

THAT'S ALL

JUST STAY AWAY BEFORE I GET THE AUTHORITIES INVOLVED!

I'll be keeping the image posted as evidence.

Now enough of that.

Today has been depressing.  Bon's been over all day. Other friends like Octavia and Vinyl stopped by to check in. But what can i say to them? Me and Bon Bon  lost our best friend. To her its been eight days. To me this JUST happened. I just don't know how to deal with this.

I can't sleep. I tried to take a nap....but the laughing. I could hear the little orange filly laughing at me. I would look out my window but would only see the shadow of a pony fleeing the scene.

I'm taking Bon to Sugar Cube Corner in the morning. We just need to get out into the world again.

Oh, the flowers. After i tried to take my nap i found them dried up. Dried up like they had been sitting on that table for a long time.

I'm going to ATTEMPT to sleep. I'll update again soon.

Ŷ̛̥͉͈̞͙̟̣͖̮̑̈́̓͗ͧͤ͌̎O̷̵͎̹ͤ͆͞U̻̘̰̯͛͆̍ͥ̆ͨ̍̄͡ ̣͈̺̟̱͙̪͈̐ͬ́̓ͤ̉ͮͤ͢W̪̗ͤ̍ͧͪ͂̒̆Ỉ̵̿ͯ̅̅͌̔҉̩̫̪L̨̤͈̥͕̝̥̜ͤ̿́L̜͍͓͓̹̦̞͓̭ͩͮͤ͌̂͆ ̶̞͇͎̝̠͖̤̅̔ͣ̀͞Ň̼͊̑ͪ̇͒̀͘͞O̳ͣ̇̑̀̈́̈̏̎̾͟T̾ͤ̈́͗ͨ͑͒̽͏̻͔ ̛̝̤̙̝̪͓͍͈̰̌͒͡F̬͍͖̹̞̭ͯ̓ͭ̉̏͛͛̚ͅÍ̩̩̋̃̑̓N͖̤͈̱ͭ̽͌D̶̴̥͎̜̖̙̽̈ͅ ̧̧̺̤̅̇ͮͤ̎̇Ḣ͎̿̇̐̐̾Ę̴̛̲͚̣̘͇ͫͧ̄͌ͯ͐̂R͊ͤ͐ͮ̏̕͡҉̮͕̠̣͖̰
̵̟̣̩ͣ̍ͥ̿̿̍̅͋͑͝Ş̧̰̣̮̭̟̜̩͖̩̔ͭͭ̾ͥ̈͋͌́̚Hͭ̄̆̎͘҉̷͖̬͉̺̰͉̲E̷̸̜̼͖͐̇ ̫͉̥̲̻ͮͪ̒̉̀̕͞Ȉ̧͔͔̰̳͖̝̐͂ͥ̉ͅͅS̝̤̰̞͖ͪͣ̎̋̔ ̷̱͓̖ͮ̀́ͦ̋̉ͧ͗͢G̮͓͔̹̣͍̮ͧ̒͋̃ͧ̽̊̚O̺̪̘̙̭͎̤̺͔ͥ̃͛ͬͤ̈̚N͌̔ͧͤͧ̌ͩ͏̬̜̣̖E̢̦̰̻̬̩ͨͬͮ͒̄̾
̵̘͖͕̲̪̰͉̋ͩ̈́̄A͇͙͔͓ͣ̍͂ͩ́̚Ņ̸͔̬͔̞̩̖̫̭̩̅ͩD͉͕̠̣͎̤̫̄̇͒ͤ̑̄͊̚ ͈͍̙̙̽ͯͩ̉̀ͧͩ͂̾S̷̨̉ͬͣ̑ͯ̐͆̈́҉̖͙̗͖̖͚̹H̼͍̦̠̪̻͊̍̀Ę̧̞̖̗̹ͧ̉͑̎̐̎̆̂ ̠̭͍̫̫̙͕͍̘̚W̴͙͓͔̥̤̻͉̳̍̀ͤͦ̍I͆͐ͪ͂҉́͏̜͙͈̩L̵̨̝̫͚̺̹̪̮̋͗̇͗ͣͅL̶̡̼͉͇̙̞̗͂͐̈́̉ͣ͂̑͐ ̴͚̮̩̑̒ͣṄ̘̹͖͇̭̘͍̠O̴̩̻̯̤̜̝̩̰ͯ̽̈́̉ͬͨͭ̄T̵͛ͦ͐͋͛ͭ̄̉҉̭̥̣̣̩̟͙̣ ̭̮̙̥͓͔̼̆̊͒̋ͮͭ̒̚Ŗ̼̙̖̈́̄̎̄ͮͤ͆͢Eͫ́͛ͨͫ̋͏͈̯̜͖̤͓̗̭̠́T͔͙̳͔͙ͤͮ̏͌͋͞Ù̧̖̟̟͉̦͔̗̣ͤͦ̑ͩ͟R̸̷̤͖̒͌̿N̡̎̿̃ͣ͂̈́̊ͪ͡͏͈͔̭ ͥ͌̇͐͆̚҉̬̜͇̬̹͕͇̻̝T̺̣̯͍͍̯͍̂̏́̀͟O͖̩̺͕̍̅̀ ̱̖̦̗̩͙̅̋ͩͣͯͪ͂Y̹̯̌ͭͪ̆̽Ǒ̋̌ͪͥ̀̿̋ͤ͢͏͈̫̺̯̺͓̥͍́U͇̩͕͌ͧ͋ͦ̄́ͧ̓́́͞

I thought it would be a good idea to share a picture of Lyra. Please contact me or the Canterlot royal guard with any information.

Looking for the truth

I'll make my first post short and sweet.

My name is Slim Hooves. I am a resident of Ponyville. I am a Colt with a light blue mane. I first moved here from Manehattan four years ago. I had a, well, lets just say "Unpleasant" experience. I had to get away.  At first i was living a dream. This small town was just what i needed to help calm my nerves.

Then came the Summer Sun Celebration.

I don't know what happened on that day. The Princess disappeared. Princess Luna returned. All was well.

But things changed.

On the day of the celebration i was doing an errand for a friend in town. They needed a flower from the edge of the Everfree Forest. Everything went well at first, but then i saw her. A small filly. She was playing at the entrance to the forest. She was laughing. Laughing and Laughing and Laughing and Laughing. I froze. I don't know why. I couldn't bring myself to move. She looked at me. Those eyes. Those dark eyes. She walked up to me. And then.....


I woke up in my room. I found the flowers on my kitchen table. I gathered them and left for my friends house.

It had been eight days.

EIGHT

DAYS

How did i find this out? I arrived at my friends house (Her name was Lyra) and only found her best friend Bon Bon. I was told Lyra had gone missing the day of the Summer Sun Celebration.....eight days before.

Now I'm confused. Confused and afraid. My best friend was gone. I had lost days of my life.

And the flowers.

Fresh picked.

I'll post again soon. I need sleep.