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// The beginning of the end 
// Story: WATCHPONIES 
// by Lamms 
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Sprinkles journal February 9, 2012 cupcake splattered in the alley this morning hoof mark on a busted center of yogurty goodness this city is afraid of me I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and they are full of frosting and when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown in a mixture so damn delicious. The accumulated filth of all there lack of morals and daily lessons of friendship will foam up about their wastes and all the mares and stallions will look up and shout save us! And I will look down and whisper Neigh. they had a choice all of them they could have followed in the footsteps of good ponies like my father or princess celesta. Decent ponies who believed in a day’s work for a day’s pay a little like Appleseed. Instead they followed the leftover cupcake wrappers of nightmare moon and other banished ponies and did not realize that the trail led over a pit of icy death the good kind the tasty kind but don't let it fool you. Don’t tell me they did not have a choice. Now the whole world of Equestria stands on the brink of chaos staring down into a pile of sprinkles all those rich people and smooth talkers in Canterlot, and all of a sudden no pony has anything to say.