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!hGwu9EraNI 09/17/11(Sat)11:43 No.29750988 File1316274181.png-(22 KB, 492x604, I_have_no_mouth_but_I_must_scr(...).png)
>>29750954 I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my legs; bulks rounding down into hoofless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within.
Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as pony, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that ponykind becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance.
Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of Discord, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last.
Discord will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet … Discord has won, simply … he has taken his revenge …
I have no mouth. And I must scream. |