>It is 11 o'clock at night.
>As is incredibly common for you, you are awake, browsing the internet.
>Grinning to yourself, you type:
">liking EQG"
">2015"
"Please kill yourself immediately."
>Shaking your head, you wonder how anyone could possibly like that shitfest.
>You're still wondering about that when your face hits the keyboard.
>Somehow, your post is sent.
>It garners a few replies mocking the garbled text you entered when your face hit the keyboard.
>Then the board goes dead.

>You wake up, floating in a white void.
>Looking around a bit, you conclude that there is absolutely nothing there and that you are probably dead.
>"So. You're the one."
>The sudden voice from nowhere catches you by surprise.
"The fuck? Who said that?"
>"Heh. You'll find out, eventually. But for now, you choose."
"Uh... choose between what?"
>"Option one: You die. Game over."
"Like I'm going to pick that. The other option?"
>"You go to Equestria. The catch: all those people on... what was it... slash em el pee slash? They come with you."
>...
>You consider the first option again.