Chronicler X Rope: Highstrung

> You are Chronicler, and you have had enough.

> More and more writers have begun writing clop, defiling the AIE thread and MLP board.

> You have spent the last few months strategizing, infiltrating, and acquiring the necessary materials in order to cleanse the fandom.

> However, you are not going to kill these perverts  with fire.

> No. You're going to use rope.


> You decide to start off your crusade by visiting the prominent writer, Aether. This man earned his fame with stories such as "Spin the Bottle" and "Applerape".

> You have found that the best way to lure him to his death is with a nice big bowl of Northern Lights.

> You push the button, the classic ding dong chiming your presence. However when he answered the door, the only thing showing anyone was there was a bowl of MJ. Aether gladly let his guest in.

 > After ensuring that Aether had already taken a trip to the tundra, you ring his doorbell again. Yet this time you have taken your cue from an old nursery rhyme.

> When he opens the door, he is delighted once more by a trail of green. In his altered state of mind, he fails to question why he was being led to an old barn.

> In the shadows you grin, knowing that to Aether, that barn must look like a house made of candy.

> Aether shuffles inside, his gaze too enraptured by the jumbo sized bucket before him to even notice the noose coiling around his neck.

> The opposite end of the rope is tightly wrapped around your gloved hands, and from the rafters you leap. Aether's neck audibly snaps from the whiplash, and his body proves to be an effective counterweight. You tie off the end to a hitching post and walk away.

> It's a good thing hemp is so sturdy, you were worried that regular cotton rope may snap from the sudden strain the two of you presented. As you walk away you take out your little black book and cross off Aether's name.

> Time to pay the illusive Betty Spaghetti a visit.