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Plak Allapak was born in a fleshy bag, she was one of hundreds of other ponies growing in open wombs on the ceiling of the birth center, a viscous fluid dripped from the ceiling like honey, at the rate that it was being produced there appeared to be no end to it.

Little tentacled balls wiggled on the ground, sucking it up out of every orifice it had and out of those same offices came dark red bubbles. It rised up and out of the fluids on the floor and into the air where it was swallowed up by those fleshy bulbous wombs on the ceiling, they would expand and contract with the rate at which it absorbed the floating gasses.

One of the wombs broke off from the ceiling going splosh as it fell on a grid of cushioned steel stationed between the floor and the ceiling. A door opened, it looked like your vocal chords with the shape of it and how it opened. a pony dressed in brown covering drab walked over the grid to where the womb was and picked it up off the ground, he walked out with the womb in hand.

After walking through a few corridors they came to a room, the womb was laid on a table and opened up with a knife, the pony inside extracted. The pony was laid in a cylindrical object made of steel, the inside was completely smothered in cushions to keep her safe as they pushed her down a tube. There were millions of paths the cylinder could have gone but one was reserved for her, and so she arrived in center 222903765281 e.

Plak Allapak was a member of the gorilla tribe of Apple Blooms (horse gorillas). They lived in a metal jungle, it was really the same as a city but that instead of normal buildings they had giant metal trees and they made carbon dioxide like normal trees but a lot of it, like it was a giant machine tree which it was,
All of the children including Plak Allapap worked in weapon manufactories for the war effort against other species of Apple Bloom, many tribes were motivated by the idea that they were the superior race of Apple Bloom.

Plak Allapap wasn't very interested in the goings on of what other pony's considered important, indeed she though that they were all idiots who were brainwashed by their culture to enjoy killing each other. Her days usually consisted of working on building dangerous devices that could kill her if she made any mistakes, she did this 16 hours a day everyday with only a few exceptions.

There was many a time she watched one of her friends (or a stranger) make a mistake and die a violent bloody death, she feels like seeing these things have taken the fear straight out of her. There was also many a time where she felt like she couldn't go on and went through the entire day on auto drive, even when not paying attention she never made a mistake.

After work she spent the rest of her day in a crowded building filled with other child workers, they didn't have much to do there other then play board games and watch television and the television always seemed to be advertising how important it is to hate other species of Apple Bloom.
The only sources she had to go on about other races were the television and other pony's, all of the pony's got their sources about the outside world from the television and she felt like everything the television said didn't add up.

She is always surrounded by other ponies at work and at home, the overseers at the weapon manufactoring center also check every pony everyday before they leave to make sure their not bringing any dangerous weapons home with them, the one place they didn't look for weapons was inside of her rectum tract. Despite the obstacles of always being stuck in crowded spaces around other people she found a hideout that she could spend around twenty minutes of everyday in.

All of the children and adults would get transportation to work using elevators inside of the trees, the large space inside is so large that as long as she got off the elevator when she was supposed to no one would notice if she wasn't in the elevator. There was a vent that lead to the ceiling of the elevator behind a conveniently placed wall that would allow her to slip away without anyone seeing her disappear, it was up here in this constantly moving place that she experimented with volatile and dangerous weapons, weapons that could cause the elevator to fall and everyone in it to die.

Very slowly as she built up a stock of materials to work with that she sneaked up into her hide out she built a flying machine, The only place she had to test her experiments (which was very dangerous by the way) was in the ceiling of the elevator shaft. It was very hard to test flight in the elevator shaft since it was always speeding up at what she made very fast, and she couldn't test a miniature since all of the pieces came in one size. Everything she had to make her ship was metal so the only way she could get it off the ground was with exhaust, everyone would hear it from the elevator.

She decided to fly out of her homeland Gquastakul without testing her ship to any real extent. She made a contraption of chains to hold up the elevator as she blew the elevator cable to shreds with a bomb, she then blew the wall off the side of the steel tree and flew out in her metal ball.

The landscape she was flying over was made completely of metal, it was very colorful because all the different metals would cover the surface in irregular patterns so that it looked like an abstract piece of art and large colorful crystals floated in the air. Plak Allap knew that under that metal plating the world was a great machine, she knew it because of the holes she could see from all the way up in Gquastakul, she could see machinery and circuitry in those holes that she could use to her advantage.

She flew down to the ground to a place she felt was weaker because of the metal the ground was made of and opened up the hatch to leave her ship, she brought a saw out with her and broke through the ground with the saw to expose the wiring underneath.

She rummaged through the ground, cutting up wires and taking their insulation to build a protective suit with a bag, she also used the wires to power her ship back up. She went deep into the ground unheeded from the dangers of the wires as she cut through them looking for objects that she could use to build things. As she got deeper she could hear a clanging sound, the deeper she went the more pipes filled up the space around her too, she could hear the sound of fluids rushing through the pipes from all directions.

after she found enough usable objects to fill her bag she would go to the surface where she would dump all the parts in a pile and then go back down for more, after she had made a sizable pile she started working on building automated turrets that would fire at anything that moves that wasn't her.
She gave the turrets legs and the ability to follow her when she moved her ship with radio signals, but for the night she wasn't going anywhere and they would stay put in a ring around her ship.

In the middle of the night a tear in space opened up above where she was and from it fell multitudes of dead bodies, the entire place was coated in bodies and blood, the turrets went crazy and shot at everything around them. Plak Allapak got up, looked outside at the field of corpses and saw absolute madness "What?".
The extremely large dump of corpses gravitated towards each other from pure static energy into a ball of blood and bodies, a pus like substance protruded from the front of it in the shape of a face and it grew eight spider like legs from the same substance. "I am the Knosticle, the king of madness be my lord. By being here you are intruding upon the very essence of my soul! That I cannot forbay".

His eyes sank into his head and grew pale like the life was being sucked out of them as a large brown spiky object emerged from his mouth, blue sparky fluid slowly pooled on the ground, then it suddenly sprayed as the large spiky object shot forth from his mouth, but it was more akin to a tongue as it didn't leave him.
The large spiky turd went clean through Plak Allapaps ship in a loud screech of crunching metal and squishing flesh "What the fuck! fuck! fuck! she screeched as she hyperventilated and ran out the door as fast as she could. The fuel tank of the ship exploded and the large dry leather turd slopped to the ground as it was blown in half, and as it was engulfed in flames the flames grew grey and the mystical turd evaporated into the air.

Knosticle swallowed his tongue and opened his mouth up to inhale the grey fumes. as he opened his eyes he looked and saw Plak Allapak was nowhere to be found "You can't run from me, this is what you deserve for intruding upon me, and for intruding upon me you will become a part of me! you will make me stronger! Lets see... you could have only went down and so that is where I shall find you. Yes, your soul will make me very happy!

Plak Allapak was not down, she was pretending to be a dead corpses inside of her food storage. Knosticle seemed to forget about the dead bodies she was hoarding in her ship. Of course he probably thought she wouldn't hide in a flaming death trap, But I guess he was wrong.

Plak Allapap very carefully pushed the dead bodies out of the way and ran as fast as she could to her nearest turret. She remote controlled the turret to go to another turret and the turret ran like a cheetah. She programmed the other turret to go to her ship, and programmed the next one after that do do the same and on and on, it took two minute while Knosticle was festering underground trying to kill her, she could hear him yelling "Where the fuck are you! I wannt to eeat youu. Yummy, you are so yummy. deliciously yummy inside of my tummy, III NNNEEEDDD YYYOOOUURR SOOUULL!!!!!!!! UAUAUAUAUAUAU(The sound you make when you are being spun in a centrifuge while underwater and assorted strange slapping noises that are disturbing)".

Plak Allapap cut a strand of her hair which then grew back extremely quickly and kept cutting her magically fast growing hair to make a rope, she cut two holes on either side of several pieces of metal she scavenged from her ship and loaded all the dead flaming corpses on the backs of the large metal plates which were then pulled by the turrets.

The turrets ran away very quickly pulling the flaming corpses, and as they pulled the corpses it made a loud scratching sound against the ground which Knosticle didn't seem to hear over his raving insanity's.

part 2

There was a large gray boxy structure sticking out of the ground, out of the front of it was a hollow orb and inside of the orb was many rotating plates each rotating opposite to the direction of the one next to it. These plates would magnetically pull a cloud of white crystals, theses crystals were magical and the shifting magnetic rotation gave them the ability of future sight.

long tendrils of the future stretched out from each of the small crystals along the path of the zigzagging magnetic axis of the plates into a small black orb located on a split between the back of the orb and the rest of the machinery inside of the building, and from the orb a spiraling wave of rainbow light shoot out. The colors rearranged themselves to form a moving image that looked like if someone made a picture on the surface of the ocean out of dye.

A large eye that was more disk shaped then round received the picture on the other end, out of the mechanical beings mouth came arcane enchanting and a stream of rainbow lightning broke forth from the image and entered into his eye. The information traveled along the many tiny cogs in his head, like if you made a human brain by replacing each of the neurons with multiple tiny cogs (each neuron can hold multiple signals at once and therefore is not equivalate to a single cog in a machine) the information was imprinted on the surface of a hollow brain shaped device.

This brain shaped device was in two places at once, think quantum mechanics if it was appliable to macroscopic scales (hey, maybe magic can do that), the information imprinted on the brain was relayed into sounds so that an echoing voice came out of the brain shaped device.

The other brain was in the lair of a pony named Polterganm, she was a sentient bacteria colony, as we all are of course but she was noticeably more bacteria'ey and looked like if you let a bacteria colony grow to long and it became a monster, she was a necromancer that could bring unicellular organisms back to life which was considerably worse then bringing a corpses back to life out of whatever germs were available since it meant she could resurrect extinct diseases.

"Lord Polterganm, an Applebloom by the name of Plak Allapak will steal the heart of Tergargenti Ossallicher from you, and gain her own power from it at the cost of power you could have had for yourself. She is of the Garril variety and has powerful engineering skills with the potential to rise like Aplachet Tarkevh, like Aplachet Tarkevh she will wish to take you from your throne above Askonderlamnd."

"We might as well kill her now, people like that are of no use to me." she said as donned dark green gear like a suit of armor covered in limestone. She pulled a long golden horn up from the ground and spoke into it "I require my steed Starbontlekite."

Starbontlekite is what you would get if you mixed a horse and a snail, She had the power to make extremely high energy frequencies with a strange paradimensional organ in her head. Sound would oscillate through higher and lower dimensions in a pocket universe, the pocket universe would collapse and push out frequencies so high they break chemical bonds of everything within a designated area causing it all to turn into atomic dust, smaller even.

A bunch of weird small two legged colorful things with small limbs and large heads lead her horse/hyperdimensional snail to her, they were one of the original inhabitants of Askonderlamnd before the pony's and were believed to give whoever captured them magic power. She gave them all brain parasites making them a captive in their own bodies, controlled by her command as she controlled the parasites.

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As Plak Allapap tried to sleep that night another being invaded her peace, It was a floating red rectangle glowing bright on its bottom before it dimmed to a dark red on the top, its light would flicker as it spoke in gibberish that sounded like lightning vibrating through complex hollow metal shapes, like each vibration apointed to a shape was a letter of a word and it would string these hollow metal sounds together to talk

"ihiheio iiieoeeoplitzzo ldieeioopliioieio iiiihiiiouiouuuuuuoiiiii oplllioissitsss eeeoeieiee pppoouuiiissseeietss"

Her turrets did not seem to respond to it, It grew louder and drew her attention. She listened to it make noises, it did not do anything else and stayed there the rest of the night.

part 3
In the morning the red thing was still there making weird noises and flickering, and it hasn't been doing anything nor did it seem it was going to leave so she assumed that it wouldn't endanger her if she she stepped out of her makeshift home.

Suddenly it lit up like the sun and plasma shot out around it in waves, a long thin tendril shot towards her like a bullet. It entered her like a ghost and the rectangle dimmed. She could feel something picking her brain.

"I have something in my brain now, that's probably very bad. Oh... I don't think I can do anything about that."

So now she had something in her head and she couldn't do anything about that. then her brain exploded, she got up and noticed her corpses on the ground, and that the color of everything around her has been shifted. There also was a large stone building in front of her emanating waves of darkness.

The darkness rippled as of a rainbow of colors, and golden balls of light came forth from the building around her on stalks. She walked into stone building the and it enveloped her, bundling tightly around her. The walls squeezed and she shrank into herself and disappeared.

She grow'ed into herself and appeared coming out of a tube of slimy green vines. she still had gills as she was in an embryonic state and looked like a disturbing fish, a fish that would disturb you.

All around her the land was a writhing mass of slimy vines, they were smooth like your intestines. The sky was like a shining lake of water, as it moved it gave the appearance that it was alive with the way the lights danced on the waves like thin streams of lightning bending and turning. The light was of every color shifting in a way that would give you epilepsy.

Down from the ocean that inhabited the sky came a large blob on a smaller bridge of water that it was lead down upon, and as it got closer it slowly formed itself into a head. The blob turned from a blob to the shape of a face, then it filled in the details. It received hair and its soulless eyes gained color, it grew wrinkles and a nose cavity. it received hair in its nose. Its ears became more defined, it grew all the crevices and valleys that real ears had. Their was lines on its lips, it had eyebrows. It had teeth.

Then its tongue lost its form and became a tube and it shot forth swallowing up Plak Allapak, the power of air pressure drew her forward along a long stretch before the stretch ended leading her into the place where the sea thinks. Plak Allapak had stopped being a fish at this point.

Plak Allapak had stepped out onto a city, around her skyscrapers each of a different color stretched out into the sky and hit an orange bed of clouds where they disappeared from view. If you looked closely you would notice a lack of detail, for example when you look up close at the side of a wall you can see stains, cracks, the pieces of rock that the wall is made out of sticking out slightly as it was imperfectly cut. You would not see those things.

The head came down as a formation of the clouds and spoke to her.

"you are inside of my mind, you were being hunted but now you are safe as a thought in my head because no one can come here without my permission.".

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When Polterganm arrived on her steed at where Plak Allapak was all she found was a pony with her brains bursting all over the ground and a dead Ocombber devoid of light. "Why is she dead? that shouldn't be possible.". according to the future sight Plak Allapak would be a problem but she should not be dead unless something directly related to Polteganm's actions caused it, it would not have been the way the course of events unraveled naturely.

"Why is she dead?"

part 4

The city was scrawled over the irregular surface of a massive stump. The roots would plunge down into the moist red earth below the city, burrowing outside of the globe the city was encased in into the roiling madness that was the unsuppressed power of the mind they lived inside.

Everyday and every night two spheres would move across the sky behind the glass of the globe, one black and one silver, navigating the violent colorful storm of emotions. they would stop directly above the globe, the silver one slightly bigger and just behind the black on, it was seen as a bright rim of silver over a black disk.

A beam of yellow energy would enter the globe from the spheres in their formation. In the middle of the tree stump was a long pillar protruding sharply into the air, it was made of a yellow glass and inside of it was spinning shades of a green gas. In the center of the pillar inside of the green gas were many floating purple orbs which were covered in a sheath of silver vines.

as the yellow beam hit the pillar the gasses would turn many shade of colors and spin extremely fast, the vines would unravel themselves into a complex formation. Thin ethereal membranes would move through each other connecting and interacting with one other vine, and so many membranes stretched out across each other and the other vines.

The bottom of the glass unraveled the glass melting up into an over arching ceiling in a space of ten hoofs. The colorful gasses streamed out in thin lines in every direction. Once it reached its destination the gas would expand, turn into the shape of a pony or whatever else it was and become that being.

The stars expanded and space popped and so Plak Allapak came out of the absence of existence into another form of existence. Yellow spires raced up into the sky into the overarching sun, Plak Allapaks soul was run along these pillars back into the sun along with the few others who were not chosen to live on the ground with the others. The sun was a portal to another section of Elabak's mind and so they were born again inside the lactating breasts of a women and were gently pushed out into the sea by a wave of milk.
They turned into golden sharks of the sun and raced across the sea, they felt a deep urge to eat all the ponies and so they went along the coast looking for settlements. They jumped across the sky like rainbows and learned to fly and they were vampire sharks so, so fast did they multiply. And feast upon the flesh of the sky did they and it would come to pass that everyone would die as the decaying light of reality reached their world and killed them with insanity.

And so they left this world in search of another but pinkie pie survived, yes in spirit if not in form for though her spirit survived her body had died. She had became a robot mare on the hunt for the golden sharks of doom, riding on her rocket made of balloons. Powered by the gaseous exhalations of all of equestria's corpses, she rode before and after the sunset into a world unchallenged, a world that might see love but does not view it with glee. A world that does not care.

The stars were far and wide and starry but these were not stars, they were the dying of universes compressed into the small places reserved for a dying giant. It ran with the rapid decay of an infesting mold eating at their hearts.
Every universe of death had a different infesting mold with different infesting properties, they could do all things under the sun, above the sun and around the sun. They had endless power if only you could tap into it, but it was extremely complex and even pinkie could not learn it's more powerful secrets. There are things beyond existence, beyond even her meaning that she could not see.

Ans as it came a strange spaceman came in coat of bronze upon her ship, with black eyes that were not black but of all the colors, of white of blue of red, yellow, orange, green, purple, hazel, coconut, she could not tell what she saw in those eyes. It appeared to have appeared from nowhere, from the growing of the sky, and is the sky growing did she wonder.

"Why do you implant these thoughts in my head of the growing of the sky, when the sky does not exist for the sky has left and died"

"why you see I am the sky of the world above, the sky of everything that can ever be"

From the sky shone a golden light "I do not endorse your creation do you know, your manipulation of my vision of beauty. No one has come this far and you will not see it either, my true beauty is there to be hidden, it is something never to be seen for if it was ever to be seen there would be no vision of my reality. There would be no vision of hate and war and I would become diametrically opposed to myself not only in soul but in body. Even I cannot handle the truths above me and no one shall be ever able to force me to.

The one who was the sky expanded like a balloon of flesh inside of the chamber of balloons, his face being stretched warped and ripped as he expanded. There was no space for pinkie to go because space was shrinking and their was no time before her time to be as it seemed to be that reality has been translated into a different form that pinkie did not understand in this time.

Pinkies powers did not work, her powers comes out of her own realizations of reality but of this form she knows none. There was no time, there was no space, there was not a single space. Yet there was something of a different nature taking places place and taking spaces space. And what of time? There was no time, all there was was an abstract line holding the likes of all of time but there was no time.
Those who come to see this line that holds all held outside of time is seen by a higher line that sees those that see, and even though there is no time for things to not exist in those who see the line of conception become unconcepted. They are not in the line that holds what is not time, because they do not fit their own reality.

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