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// Chapter 4: Village Fun 
// Story: Escaped From the Madhouse 
// by pettvcv 
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                He grew bored. He had left the large town after being run out of it by a huge mob that couldn’t keep up with him, and continued walking. He was unsure of the next place he could to find some pony to play his game with him. He was also running low on food and that increased his reason for play time. He was drying off in the grass after bathing in the river and was about to give up hope when he noticed something; a forest. It was different from the forest he had previously visited, but he got excited when he saw a lime green mare walk into there, he grinned with delight and his heart started pounding, he began to hope there was more than just one pony in there. More ponies meant more games, more games not only meant fun to be had, but it also meant more food. He rushed into the forest and found a small village and began to walk around, the ponies being more scared of his horn that what they thought he might do to them with it and he grinned even more. There was a place where word hadn’t reached of him, at least, not yet. They all stared as he walked by and some started nervously trying to talk to him, but he stopped caring about that a long time ago.
                He then began exploring the small village. It had a small restaurant and the smells coming from it were to die for. Next to it was a small inn, the cost of bedding wasn’t cheap, but the rooms and lobby looked very nice, but he thought could be improved upon by placing dead animals here and there. There weren’t a lot of houses and the village only consisted of a total of thirty people, but it had a strong community and had a nice warm feel to it. Eventually night fell, and he ended his exploration of this small place, and began to hunt. He found something perfect, a colt sneaking out of his house. He grinned and waited for him to leave town, and when he did, he was in for a huge surprise.
                The next morning the town was horrified at what they saw. Hanging up in a tree near the center of town, had not only one, but two ponies hanging from a pole in town. What sickened them most, however, was not by the sight of the ponies hanging, but by what happened to them and what they were hanging from. The stallion had his genitals cut off completely. They were lying on the ground beside the trunk. The mare had her eyes gone and the sockets were filled with a strange white liquid, as if they had been popped. They both had the flesh of their chests ripped off so much; it was mostly just blood, bones, and organs. They were both also hanging by their large and small intestines. Plus, the lower half of the mare was completely gone, while the limbs of the stallion were torn off and thrown onto a random roof. They were also covered in each other’s blood.
                He was hiding in the bushes, very proud of himself; but the town’s folk didn’t seem to be. They were crying, vomiting, staring at it with horrification in their eyes, or some combination of the three. He didn’t care though. It was his art, his style. It was just the way he was and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
                After similar things happened to more people for the next two days, the town’s people eventually called in more of those damn Ponies in White. Some of the guards that came with them looked around to see if he was the cause of it, while others stood as protection for both the citizens of the village and the Ponies in White while they were talking to the citizens privately. Every night after that for the next three days there was a new piece of art. While most of their bodies were damaged and dismembered in some sort of new way, the only thing that stayed the same was that their chests were stripped clean of flesh and they would be hanging by their intestines on something.                 
After that the fun stopped because for some reason, they all stopped coming out at night. He tried to wait for a couple days to see if he could catch one sneaking about or even attempting to catch one in broad daylight. Alas, he could not, grew bored very quickly and left. He had no idea where he was going or where his next adventure might take him. The only thing he did know was that he was going to do his best to have fun anyways.