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// How Pathetic 
// Story: The Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo 
// by ObsidianPony 
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I used to think I was a truly horrid beast
My pain I inflicted on others, without thought in the least.

But now I know for me what truly awaits
For those who bully and torment grab her snare and baits

My fate is sealed and my final resting place before me
Truly we cannot escape this place, can we?

Some of them spoke of one who once took the chance
They revere her like the ancient warriors of sword and lance

For now I do what I can to keep their spirits high
Only when they sleep do I allow myself to groan and sigh

Do we tell them or do we let them believe that soon we will flee?
When truthfully we are all destined to die no matter how hard we plea

Still the others’ tale is one that inspires them and shows them a speck of light
Oh if only that light could tell the princess of our plight

Still we await the demons in black to come and clean us of these fleas and lice
But only so that we may make better fuel for the monstrous pegasus device

I wish to sacrifice myself for these foals but would that help us?
Hardly, I believe it to simply be the faster track to Tartarus.

So instead we sit here retelling the story worthy of Daring Do
The story of the filly who almost escaped, dear brave Scootaloo.


Was sure you'd get a right kick out of this RD. I'm waiting for one of them to pull out a harmonica one of these days, it's comedy gold watching these wastes of feathers fool themselves into thinking they'll be saved.
Anyways I'm on duty in five so I'll leave this on your desk, hope it makes you laugh as much as it did for me.

- Kuleco