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// Freakin' OP Ponies... 
// Story: Lost Soul 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	After my curiosity spurred further talk about just how powerful the Elements of Harmony were, I had finally come to accept that the six ponies that happened to wield said Elements were freakin' OP, by my below-average gamer logic.

I mean, even the shy one has rumors going around about her wrestling bears. And just by looking at the destruction around me, I can tell that there was a pretty intense struggle between this Tirek dude and the Elements.

Freakin' OP ponies... I'm not saying that all ponies are OP though, just these six mares that Twilight keeps talking about, herself being one of them. I soon learned that though the Elements clearly had the power to rule with an iron fist, they gladly accepted the fact that two old-geezer princesses by the names of Celestia and Luna were far better rulers, considering as how they've been ruling for the past thousand or so years, if not more.

OP ponies aside though, I can tell that Twilight seems to have a little something going with that "Fluttershy" gal that she talked about. Fluttershy being another Element, I don't see why not to have a crush on another insanely powerful pony like herself, am I right? Right. But... yeah, long story short, I kinda just pestered information outta Twilight for the next two and a half hours, since my logic told me that I should learn as much as possible before doing something stupid. I think I remember that said logic is called something like... 





Geez, ten minutes later and I finally remember the words "survival" and "skills". Probably something to do with being sucked through multiple universes and stuff. Meh.

Also, can someone tell me why there's this weird-ass illuminati dude stalking me? He's giving me the creeps... and there's now a random rock flying at my face, and--





Ow. Where am I? Why's it so dark?

Hello, Asger. Awake already?

Wha-- ... durp?

I see.

Oh hey, it's that illuminati guy again. Whaddup?

Oh, nothing.

"Want a stale cookie?" I asked pulling said cookie from my pocket, "I got one from lunch earlier."

I'm fine. What I'm here for today is to--

"Here, take this cane."

I really don't know why I'm acting like this, pulling random objects out of nowhere. I continued to fling a chair, three tables, and a lit candle into the dark space, not seeing where or how each one landed. All I know is that it feels strangely natural for me to do this, all of a sudden.

Okay, fine. If you don't want psychic powers, let it be so. I'm out.

Wait, what? I'd kill for something like that!

"Stop!" I yelled, forcing the broadsword to drop mid-throw, "I'll take some psychic powers!"

Where'd you get a broadsword?

"I really don't know. I'm not sure what's going on anymore."

The illuminati guy emerged from the shadows again, and lifted up the cane that I gave him.

Well, I'm not sure either, but why not?

The end of the cane began glowing in a bright light, before a laser shot straight into my skull.





Shit, I just had the weirdest dream.