The descent into madness is normally supposed to be uncomfortable, if common opinion is to be trusted. I'm also pretty sure it's suppose to take a while, hence the whole "descent into madness" idea, as opposed to "plummeting at high speed into madness." Well, neither of those things apply to me, and i'm pretty sure I just went crazy. I mean, I always thought I was crazy in that creepy loser sort of way, but this goes a little beyond that.

See, i've got Discord in my house all of a sudden. And in the world of sane people, cartoon kid's show villains aren't suppose to just arrive in your house. They aren't supposed to talk to you. They aren't supposed to tear dimensional gaps in your house. And they, most of all, are not supposed to occasionally want to cuddle.

Guess I failed at going insane. Bummer.

(Written pre-"Keep Calm and Flutter On," which I am decisively ignoring.)

Immortality comes naturally with time to dwell on things; and dwell on things, Celestia has.

When Twilight asks for her mentor's views on evil, the honest answer reveals how empty an immortal can be.

Defeat left Chrysalis full of bitter loathing. Trying to find a way to get back at those who caused her loss, she chooses to strike at a mare known and loved by all who hurt her: Twilight Sparkle. She chooses a changeling for the task, sends it her desires, and waits.

The changeling recieves her desires, and acts.