Celestia has a dangerous creature held in the deepest of Canterlot's high-security dungeons. It can create ponies (with full backgrounds and histories) with it's strange and often-times prophetic powers. The Princess does her best to keep it under wraps, but its only a matter of time before it's "creativity" will get out of control.

The man was tired, so very tired.

The couch was old and worn.

Music played through a dated record player.

And then ponies started to show up.

What does all of this mean?

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This fic has actually existed for quite some time, but never published. It's gone from being a rant fic about life, to a comedy fic about ponies inhabiting Earth. I could never find what I wanted to do with this story about my life. And then, it clicked. I knew what I wanted, what I needed this fic to be. This is to be read the same way it is written. At the end of a long day, when you're emotionally and physically drained, and you just need to take a break from the world.

This is my break. Have a seat, and relax.