FR Greif

>Day of grief in Equestria

“...meufergil... ice crem...”
>...
“...damnit fuk off Fluttershy...”
>...
“...no, not mah ice crem...”
>...
“...take tis crimna skum...”
>CRASH!!!
>You jump out of your blankets in totally startling non-fright, backing up to the wall as you stand on your bed.
>Maybe you screamed like a girl and maybe you didn’t.
>Nobody else has to know that though.
>Which is great because you thought Flutterjunk was in your house act like a burglar again.
>Criminal scum were most definitely not your fetish.
>You are Anon, and you are fearless.
>Not to mention how good looking you are, but you look pretty damn sexy.
>If you were a woman, you’d totally fuck yourself.
>You’re sure that it isn’t gay at all.
>It’s more of the yellow one’s shtick, anyways.
>Speaking of Animal Peesmell, what the fuck was that noise if it wasn’t her?
>All of the shit that belongs on the nightstand is now scattered about on the floor.
>You step off the bed and find a clue.
>There is a fist sized dent in the side of the night stand.
>Fluttershy did it.
>She stole your fucking ice cream in your cream dream.
>You must have struck out as you delivered swift justice in dreamland.
>Fluttershy’s fault, not yours.
>She’s gonna pay for a new one.
>Check clock.
>It’s half past broken.
>Check emergency sundial in the windowsill.
>It’s roughly fifth crudely scratched notch in the stone thingy.
>...
>Why do you even have this?
>Check super emergency stolen owl.
>You open your closet door where you stashed the bird.
>It’s asleep and Purplesmart is none the wiser.
>It goes to show how pro you are are becoming.
>A whole day and you haven’t been caught yet.
>Faintly, your hear four taps from downstairs.
>It begins.

>You end up taking the night stand downstairs with you since it’s about time for Buttershy to show up.
>She’s going to see the property damage she caused.
>Upon reaching the bottom steps you drop the damn thing on your feet.
>However, you don’t even feel it.
>Groups of cubes have been meticulously cut into just about everything.
>Walls, furniture, fake plants, etc.
>Fucking everything.
>Nothing was spared.
>The fact that someone cut perfect cube shaped holes into your shit isn’t what got you.
>Each group consists of exactly five cube holes.
>These holes were arranged arranged in a very well thought out pattern.
>A VERY specific shape that everyone knows and loves.
>The formations fill you with the nerd rage of your forefathers.
>Penis.
>Penis everywhere.
>You have been griefed.
>Your hair turns gold and energy builds around you.
>With a flick of your pinkie toe, the nightstand is sent through the front of your house and demolishes that portion of the building.
>The dust starts to clear and you see a silhouette in the distance.
>You see a dead motherfucker.
>Nervous Rapist stands in front of a door frame which is the only thing left standing amongst the rubble.
>You stomp your way to the trembling mare and stop directly in front of her.
“ARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!”
>Your roar of righteous fury is heard throughout all of Equestria.
>You look down at her.
>She’s pissed herself.
>”A-an-n-non, is g-gre-” is all she was able to stutter out before you grab her mane and pick her up to your eye level.
“This isn’t even griefing.” you state, coolly.
>TNT suddenly appears in your hand and the surrounding hillside.
>Flutterdead’s eyes grow wide in horror.
>TNT covers everything as far as the eye can see.
>You touch the nearest block with a fist and is flashes white.
“THIS IS FUCKING GRIEFING, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
>Blows up the world and the Hasbro server crashes, ending the existence of all the p0nes like the NPCs they are.
Bad End