//------------------------------// // Escalation: Debbie, Dead Lift // Story: Escape From Canterlot // by No one is home //------------------------------// Debbie I just got this invitation to some kind of weird pony game! Becky Dammit Debs, I don’t have time for your weird hobbies right now!  If I don’t get this report done my mom’s gonna kill me.  And yours is due tomorrow too, ya know! Debbie I know!  I’m gonna get on it as soon as I check this out! Becky You know it’s gonna be full of creepy old nerds, right? It’s probably some kind of weird brony sex-chat! Debbie That happened once, Becky!  One time. You are never going to let me live that down are you? Becky Those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat it, Debbie. Along with those who don’t finish their reports and fail history. Debbie Character selection is kinda lame. Becky What did you expect?  It was probably written by some 40-year-old in his mom’s basement. Debbie Yeah, it’s all a bunch of stupid OCs. Debbie Oooo, wait a minute, there’s a Pinkie Pie changeling! Becky You’re totally gonna fail history. Debbie Drop the drama llama, girl.  I’m gonna get on it as soon as I log in and set my character. Get this, “Princess Diane Dragonfly Noone”.  She’s a “nightmare changeling”. Becky So you’re gonna be an emo bug-horse?  LoL Debbie Shut up! I just got one more click, and I’ll get back on my report. “Do you want to be a pony?”  That would be a yes! Becky How’s the game? Becky Debbie?  You there? Becky If you’re ignoring me, it better be for that report, not some stupid pony game! Becky Debbie, your parents just called my house to see if you were over here. Are you okay? Becky Debbie, if this is some kind of joke, cut it out and call your folks. They’re freaking out, and they’ve called the police. -=-=-=-=- Usagi, Call in the others, and sit down. Don’t read another word until your all together. He’s still out there. Iam Noon is still alive.  I know where he came from!  He was one of the damned ponies “Friendship Problems”!  There’s a Doctor Fetlock in Manehattan, and get this… she’s the text!  At least one of them.  She got caught kidnapping humans and turning them into ponies!  They caught her, and do you know what they did? They let her go!  But that’s not the worst of it… she brought Noone here.  More than that, she made him!  Ki IS Noone!  He always was!  It’s so obvious!  When Trainwreck trapped him at the circus… we saw it…  He pulled the plague out of him! And we saw what was left.  We SAW it! Ki was never imune!  I should have seen it back in the hospital, when then the shit was just starting… the way he led us out, the way he always knew where the ferals were gonna be… he wasn’t immune, he was a goddamned changeling.   And then he stopped in front of that train.  Talking to himself.  I wrote it off as we all knew he was crazy. He was talking to that damned horse bitch!  She was stealing humans, and when she realized what kind of diseased crazy fuck she had the crazy bitch tried to put him back… and she failed.  Twilight made lots of notes.  Lot’s of theories.. But it all boiled down to one thing.  Or rather a legion of things.  A legion of one insane human,  One human we thought was immune to the plague, but he had already changed… he was just a changeling playing human. Can’t blame him for that… the Pink Sin made monsters out of all of us… But Fetlock… she kidnapped humans and sold them as ponies… and she took an insane plague survivor, and she tried to sell him as a sex slave… and then she gave him real power. What would you do?  I know what I would do… and we all know what he did.  And the pony’s princess of “Friendship” banished HIM as the monster, and she left this Fetlock bitch in Manehattan to run same kind of matchmaker service. I gotta go north.  I need you to meet me at the station in Manehattan.  Bring Michelle, if she’s is in.  Twilight seems certain this Fetlock learned some kind of lesson,  But I want some back-up.  I learned a thing or two from Franklin about the kind of people who make monsters.  I’m leaving Z in Ponyville with Pinkie Pie.  That girl doesn’t need to see how it goes down. Love, James Jackson