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// Part 1 
// Story: Tales from the Rift 
// by Fonzie 
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It was a dark and stormy night, and a bus was driving down the highway, onboard the bus were a bunch of tourists, they all had different reasons for being on said bus.

Suddenly, the bus started to skid out of control, the driver did the best he could, but the bus skidded off the road.

Fortunately, no one was injured, but the bus had suffered from some flat tires, "but you can fix it, right?" Somepony said.

"I'm afraid I can't." The driver said, "the front wheels are punctured, and the repair pony won't be here until morning, so we're gonna be stuck here until further notice."

Another pony said that, "there was a restaurant that we passed by, we could stay there until the storm passes."

And so the group made it's way to the restaurant, which was called "the rift cafe." They entered and saw they were the only ones here... Except for one pony, who was sitting in complete darkness. "I've been expecting you." He said. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is vlad, and you folks are right on time."
Everypony was confused, except for one. "Look, so you know when the storm will end, i'm planning on going fishing."

"No, but I do know one thing, how you're going to die."

The pony was confused now, "What do you mean."

"I mean I hold the knowledge of your future death, would like to listen."

thinking it's a joke, the other pony said "all right wise guy, how am I going to die."