It has been 100 years since the first infection had hit the land of Ponyville…you stand there atop of a hill, the abandoned village standing before you, desolate and unnerving. The old, once thriving and beautiful Apple Acres stands behind you, the skeletal figures of dead trees replacing the once lush fields. As you make your way down through the inert streets, looking at all of the buildings, where the paint was peeling and the windows had long since shattered, you feel a sudden tremble rush through your body, swimming from head to toes. It is like you can hear the cries of torment and pain, the scraping of teeth on flesh, and the stumbling hoof-steps of lifeless ponies. You wonder about what had happened here, all those years ago, in the once gorgeous and friendly town that use to be Ponyville…
This is JUST a little thing I want to post, seeing if people want me to post any more of my new story about MLP...it's scary so...it's about...20% coller than anything I've ever written.
This is JUST a little thing I want to post, seeing if people want me to post any more of my new story about MLP...it's scary so...it's about...20% coller than anything I've ever written.
