Goodbye my friends

I don't think i can hold on

That faceless stare. Every night. I don't fight it anymore. I just stare back. Sometimes its Scootaloo. Her face bloody. And the laughing.

Oh the laughing.

He's been helping me. Orion.

It's hopeless.

Give up Orion.

We are guaranteed to lose.

 

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SOMETHING IS KEEPING MY COMPUTER FROM ACCESSING THE INTERNET. THE HACKER CAN STILL POST. I NEED TO MAKE THIS SHORT.

I HAVE SEEN THE TALL FACELESS PONY EVERY NIGHT SENSE MAY 25TH.

ORION HAS BEEN IN CONTACT WITH OTHERS TO TRY TO HELP US.

I WILL TRY TO MAKE A DETAILED POST WHEN I CAN

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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