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Author's Note: If you've ever wanted to feel a profound level of writefag circlejerkery, here's your miniseries. Enjoy.
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Originally Published January 16th, 2013
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>Day…you can’t remember what day it is.
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>You are… you can’t remember who you are.
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>Fuck. What CAN you remember?
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>…
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>Fuck.
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>Your eyes begin to weakly flutter open, and blurry bodies begin to take shape.
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>Gazing around, you can see that you’re sitting at a conference table, and that you’re not the only one here.
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>7 others are the table with you:
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>A brown Earth filly,
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>A plum-colored Earth Stallion,
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>A Diamond Dog,
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>One of Canterlot’s Pegasi Guards,
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>A tiger,
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>A Pegasi wearing a weird hat,
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>and a lumpy thing that smelled strongly of vinegar; all of them, including yourself, are chained into your seats.
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SHIT!
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>There goes your Vow of Silence; it’s a shame too…you were almost on 15 years.
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>As the others begin to stir from your less than polite wake-up call, you can finally remember your name: Monk.
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>Everyone begins to struggle with their shackles.
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>The two Pegasi try to use their wings as lock-picks, and you try to use magic to get everyone out.
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>For some reason, seeing a magicky glow sets off the little filly.
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>”TWILIGHT?! LET ME OUT OF THIS CHAIR YOU CRAZY BITCH!”
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>”Slasher?”
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>SS: ”…Disc?”
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>J: ”Jchallo!”
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>D: ”SHUT IT, J-jec-jesh…”
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>J: ”Jchallo.”
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>SS:”SHUT UP! TWILIGHT WILL HEAR YOU!”
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>NP: ”Guys; we all need to relax, and then we’ll figure out where we’re at.”
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Who are you?
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>NP: ”I’m Neil.”
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Never heard of you.
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>NP: “Neil Peart…from Rush?”
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Still doesn’t ring a bell.
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>NP: ”I’m a Canadian with a funny hat?”
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Ohh! That Neil!
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>J: “Neil!”
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>D: “Peart-y Neil!”
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>SS: “DID TWILIGHT PUT YOU UP TO THIS?”
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>A voice, one that’s all too familiar, begins to speak over the sound of turning gears.
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>FS: “Don’t w-worry my little Slasher. T-twilight has n-nothing to do with this.”
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>A large television screen descends from the ceiling, revealing a very familiar looking pink and yellow pegasus.
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>No.
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>It can’t be.
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>J: “Fluttersh-”
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>SS: “TWILIGHT?”
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>The tiger speaks up.
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>P: ”Are you going to kill us?”
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>FS: “No Picklehead, I’m not going to kill anyone; whether anyone dies will be up to you.”
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>P: “I’m not killing anyone you sick fuck!”
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>Fluttershy laughs, and the room falls silent.
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>FS: “You misunderstand me, my sweet love-P-pickle. You see, I’ve come to realize that the reason that none of you want to r-rut me is not my fault…it’s yours.”
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>A collective “U WOT M8?” resounds throughout the chamber.
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>After the din quiets down, FlutterNutter begins to speak again.
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>FS: “None of you c-can love me because you’re all too held back by your own l-lives. I want to c-clean you of your past to make you perfect for me.”
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>D: “And then what? You plan on using us as your personal brothel?!”
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>FS: “Oh no; That would b-be going t-too far. ”
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>A wild memory appears! It’s of Fluttershy checking if you have a scat/vore fetish…in the middle of a crowded market.
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>Everyone else must be having similar memories, because the room is soon enveloped in peals of laughter.
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>Except for Neil.
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>He just looks confused.
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>Fucking Neil Peart.
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>FS: “I’m g-going to spilt you o-off into teams of two; the team that can t-transcend themselves will get to love me and live, while those who don’t will die.”
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>AA: “So it’s like The Hunger Games?”
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>FS: “What?”
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>J: “You’re right! This is EXACTLY like The Hunger Games!”
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>P: “We’re all in teams of two…”
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Only one team can survive…
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>S: “It’s a contest none of us want to take part in…”
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>SS: “AND TWILIGHT”S PROBABLY BEHIND IT ALL!”
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>FS: “IT’S NOTHING LIKE THE BUCKING HUNGER GAMES!”
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>NP: “Of course it isn’t.”
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>FS: “Now these are the teams you will be in: From Distr- Team One is Jchallo and Picklehead.”
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>The tiger and pickle-wolf turn to look at each other for the first time, and strange pink hearts replace their pupils.
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>Jchallo is struggling to pet Pickle’s coat, and Pickle is trying in vain to nom on Jchallo’s neck.
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They’re gonna die fast.
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>FS: “Team T-two is Monk and Alcoholic Anon.”
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>Looking around, you can see what looks like a male Berry Puch…that’s probably Alcoholic Anon.
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>AA: ”SHADDUP YA’ BUDDERFLY!”
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>Was that a stealth pun?
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> FS: “Team Three i-is Slasher Science and D-disc Ward.”
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>D: “Cool.”
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> FS: “And the final team is Smudgey and Neil Peart.”
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>The last two, the Diamond Dog and Neil Peart, eye each other up for a few seconds.
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>S: “Can I wear your hat?”
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>NP: “Sure.”
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> FS: “SILENCE NEIL!” The walls begin to rise, revealing an expansive field of grass and multicolored flowers.
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>The chairs hiss as the pressure keeping them closed is taken away, and the restraints loosen and fall away.
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> FS: “Everyone st-stay with your teammates, the game for life and l-love has begun.”
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>Everyone grabs their respective teammate and runs off into the field, unsure and fearful of how the Yellow Menace may try to clean them.
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