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- >You are now Slasher Science
- >You are currently sprinting faster than mach kenyans with jetpacks
- >And you are still in second
- >But thats ok, because now there are only five of you
- >You have no idea where Picklehead went, but you don't care as long as hes not in the race
- >Ahead of you runs Fagdude
- >He is only slightly ahead of you, and this is because you are pacing yourself
- >You and Fagdude have entered the part of the race that goes behind the alleys of Ponyville
- >You are secluded, nop0ny or Namefag in sight, beings as you left 4PP138100M, Fractured Flow and Badpacing in the dust
- >You feel around in your pocket for the familiar coldness, then find purchase
- >Sliding the scissors from earlier out of your pocket, you gain a burst of speed
- >Coming up right behind him, you thrust the scissors forward
- >You hear a *thump* as you jog away, down the track
- >You are now Etiquette
- >Scratch that, you are now royally fucked
- >You know Celestia had a zero tolerance policy about guns anywhere in Equestria
- >She hadn't been happy that you, along with a few other namefags, had them with you when you arrived here in the first place
- >Now you've just tried to kill Picklehead
- >And you would have, had you actually loaded a bullet and not a fucking blank!
- >Wait though, Celestia would see it your way, no?
- >Picklehead had assaulted you over an inanimate object. Surely she would think he was mad and lock him up, right?
- >Either way, you head off towards where the finish line is
- >Being in a public place would be good
- >Picklehead wouldn't try anything there, would he?
- >You are now Badpacing
- >You have now just entered the alley part of the race
- >You knew Slasher and Fagdude were way ahead of you, at this point you're just trying not to finish last
- >As you round a corner between two shops, you see a human form laying on the track
- >Slowing down to a stop, you realize its Fagdude!
- >Blood seeps from a wound in his back, but he is not breathing
- >Jesus Christ, this is terrible
- >You liked Fagdude, he was a good friend to you
- >You had to go tell somep0ny about this
- >Whoever did this had to be brought to justice!
- >You run forward, towards the end of the track, leaving Fagdude on the track
- >You are now Slasher Science
- >And you've just rounded the last turn!
- >You see the finish line, get one more burst of spped, and run through it
- >Ponies cheer, and Fluttershy and the Mayor come on to the track to congratulate you
- >"Nice going Slasher! You've won the race, and the your new house!"
- >FS:"And I'm going to be your roomate!"
- >What?
- >Oh well, you could 'take care' of her later
- >For right now you just smile and wave, reveling in your accomplishment
- >Nothing could ruin this moment
- >Until Badpacing comes running up screaming bloody murder
- >No, you didn't mean the expression bloody murder
- >He literally was screaming bloody murder
- >You forgot to hide the body
- >You are now Picklehead42
- >And you are seething
- >You have no clue what to do
- >You need to avenge Jeremy
- >The love of your life, the dill to your pickle, the brine to your-
- >No picklehead, stop.
- >No tears, he wouldn't want that
- >Did Etiquette want his precious Rarity?
- >Because if he even loved Rarity a fourth, neigh, a sixteenth as much as you loved Jeremy, then he did
- >You knew what you had to do
- >You didn't have to Kill Etiquette
- >You had to kill what he loved
- [1 minute before Badpacing runs up]
- >You are now Fluttershy
- >It looks like you and Slasher were meant to be!
- >You couldn't wait to move in with him!
- >Then you had an idea
- >You wanted to look nice for when he first got to the house
- >So you walk over to Rarity
- Rarity, do you think I can go to the shop and grab something to put on for Slasher's moving in?
- >"Why sure Darling, I beleive I left a nice summer dress on a mannequin upstairs, you can take that"
- Thanks!
- >You break away from the crowd and head towards the boutique
- >You are now Picklehead again
- >You've already broken into Carousel Boutique
- >You've spilled gallons of gasoline all over the floors and wall
- >You've left one stick of Braeburn Brand Dynamite inside, attached to a coiled wire with a comically sized push-box detonator
- >You'll never understand why that pony began selling dynamite, but thats a quandary for another time
- >You now stand about two hundred yards away from the shop, around the back
- >All the shades are shut, but you would know if anyp0ny were inside
- >And speeking of which, a sillouette appears at the upstairs window
- >From the distance, you can tell its a pony
- >Knowing that its probably rarity, you prepare
- >You take a deep breath, and push down the lever of the control box
- >Three seconds later, a booming roar defeans you, and what was once the boutique is now a massive pile of burning rubble
- >You leave the scene, not thinking about the carnage behind you, but of Jeremy
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