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02/04/12(Sat)22:28 No.33971378 File1328412510.png-(246 KB, 628x341, this guy.png)
It wasn't always like this. I used to be a normal pony. At least I think I did. I remember an outside. I remember a village. I remember friends, although I don't remember which were mine. I remember names, just not which one is mine.
Then the day the demon came, and turned my world into cardboard. He was madness made manifest and he called himself discord. When he appeared in the village all the other ponies ran, except me. I was to scarred to do anything but cower.
"You!" the demon said, and pointed at me. "Do you not fear the living incarnation of excellence in chaos?" And I did not respond from fear. At this he smiled and exclaimed: "Good! It is always so dreadful when no one wishes to play along." With a snap of his talons, I was hovering in the air. And he looked at me and continued to speak"
"Chaos is actually less of a game, and more like art." The demon continues "But like all good art, this artist must first understand the rules before he attempts to deconstruct them. As a reward for your progressive attitude, I will grant you the highest appreciation of the beauty I am about to create in this world. To do so, I will grant you sight beyond sight, knowledge of everything, omniscience!"
He snapped his hand, and I saw everything. All at once. And he was correct, it was all so beautiful. Even now that the demon has gone, his gift remains, and I continue live out every life in the world one at a time.
Doctor's Analysis: Patient is suffering from severe dissociative identity disorder, possibly in contection to contact with Magical entity referred to as "Discord" in her home town earlier this year. Suffers from severe shifts in dominant personality, and takes on traits of everything from wild animals to historical figures. Patient is unable to be identified and her cutie mark of a loose screw is nowhere in the Canterlot Cutie Mark Records Database. |