Hi there everypony! My name is Twilight Sparkle and I just got this letter from my good human friend, Anonymous. I thought I would share with you guys his fantastic news! I'm so happy for him. Here, read his letter for yourselves!
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It was all going relatively well. For the past few weeks nothing had gone horribly wrong for once. The only major thing that happened was Twilight leaving to go to the Crystal Empire for some princess-y thing, so he was to have a week off from her incessant asking about the human race.
When she got back, spewing bullshit about knowing everything about humans however, he just... snapped.
Humanity is dead.
It's members have been converted and brainwashed. Its homeworld has been absorbed, and its culture has been eradicated.
Princess Celestia couldnt' be happier.
Unfortunately for Celestia, there are beings out there who don't look too kindly on xenocide. Beings much more powerful than her...
Inspired by Rush's "The Conversion Bureau: Celestia's Silly Plan"
Author's note: For the record, I don't hate all TCB fics. My problem is with the ones that depict humans as irredeemable bastards whose only hope for salvation is to convert themselves into talking horses. They piss me off. They really piss me off.
After the once Great and Powerful showmare Trixie Lulamoon fails to take her own life, she falls into a comatose state, and shows no signs of waking up any time soon.
Twilight Sparkle vows not to leave Trixie's side until she wakes up. If she wakes up at all.
Warning: This is a sadfic. It does not have a happy ending. You have been warned.
An excerpt taken from the online blog of Ryan, a trans-species zebra after his visit to the Conversion Bureau. And his own views on the stereotypes, misconceptions, following the reality crash between Earth and Equus, and the release of deadly energy that forced the human race to adapt.