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Published: 2013-02-26 08:03:21 +0000 UTC; Views: 921; Favourites: 18; Downloads: 0
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From my sketch pad..."I could hear the rhythmic, sonorous chant --My Pony, my pony, my pony -- and then, in what sounded like a catch in the breath of some antediluvian god, was the punctuated, high-pitched squeal of the high priest. 'And me!', he answered. Almost in reflex, with a heavy sigh, the devoted followers breathy chant resumed, desperate to resuscitate their hoary, pastel deity. "
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They tried to awaken an abomination so horrid the merest glance could drive men to madness but instead they released something far worseΒ
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Β They summoned a demon god to end the world; but this dread power desired only to recast the world anew in its own abominable, polychromatic pony image.
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Any attempt to gain full comprehension of its form was an exercise in futility those of up who tried died Β in agonyΒ
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I had managed to view the ritual of the Neigh Sayers and saw such sights....
And in her stable in the sky, Princess Pastel lies dreaming.
Looks great.
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Thank you! 
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The pony spoke my doom.
"Thou must provide offerings to my Princess, Princess _____, the Unspeakable." The fiendish beast said.
"What sort of offerings does she want?", I fearfully asked.
"Any kind thought and item made, whether its real or digital feeds the Princess.
The Unspeakable one will also take any lustful and violent thought or item too.
As long as your mind is aimed at my mistress or her creations, she will be pleased." The plastic horror said.
"By converting everything you see to PONY, you will hasten her eventual arrival and your reward." The toy continued.
"Hooves not hands." It intoned in a deep voice that made the room vibrate.
"For friendship." I said the reply for the ritual.
The terrible thing looked at me and smiled.
"Would you like some tea and cookies?" It asked.
I knew my soul was going to the Eq'uileh on my death but a nice bit of tea with a plastic abomination sounded pretty good! Cookies made it even better.
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LOL 
Also, I do hope if I'm ever compelled to offer up my soul, that cookies are offered too... shortbread preferably.
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May I suggest Lorna Dooms!
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LOL!!!! Oh, sweet, buttery flavored death.
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Lorna Dooms, Lorna Dooms.
The happy dead in Edinburgh munch them in their tombs.
So if you are a ghoul or a skeleton, these cookies are just too much fun.
Even Satan has a cupboard of these. He might give you some if you say please!
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lol I fully appreciate this. Nice crosshatching, btw.
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