@Randomosaur
I leave a moist chocolate milk trail when I move. Outwardly, dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as a pony. A thing whose shape is so delicious a travesty that ponykind becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance.
@YungBung
I’m not sure if I’d rather have myself as the jelly creature, or Twilight. I don’t want to be tortured myself, but I don’t want to lose Twi either.
@YungBung
I am a great soft cake thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white chocolate holes filled by jelly where my eyes used to be. Liquoricey appendages that were once my hooves, bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. Blotches of discorded, evil grey come and go on my surface as though light is beamed from within.
If it’s any consolation, I can hear your thoughts.
Someone should at least do an amateur movie of it. Too bad Harlan Ellison is an asshole who would sue anyone who did that.
I don’t think I would see it, but I agree.
Did you see all the bad endings of the game?
I don’t know If I would even be able to make a decision. Talk about one of the hardest decisions ever!
I leave a moist chocolate milk trail when I move. Outwardly, dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as a pony. A thing whose shape is so delicious a travesty that ponykind becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance.
I’m not sure if I’d rather have myself as the jelly creature, or Twilight. I don’t want to be tortured myself, but I don’t want to lose Twi either.
That sounds……….DELICIOUS.
I am a great soft cake thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white chocolate holes filled by jelly where my eyes used to be. Liquoricey appendages that were once my hooves, bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. Blotches of discorded, evil grey come and go on my surface as though light is beamed from within.
I have no mouth, and I must scream.
Oh ho ho, you’re a little late to that party my good sir!
I already thought of Pinkie being…….transformed……suffering…..OH GOD WHY.
You are now imagining your favorite pony being turned into the Great Soft Jelly Thing.
Please, take some of my fear.
It wasn’t that scary for me. It has just increased my want for hyperintelligent supercomputers.
I do not think I will sleep tonight.