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// Chapter 1 - Twilight Sparkle 
// Story: Ponies try the Grimace Shake 
// by PseudoBob Delightus 
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Twilight Sparkle looked at the dome-capped cylinder. "Well," she began, careful about how her next words would be construed, "... it's purple. Like me. So it has that going for it, I suppose."

Then she screwed up her face in humourous disgust. "Or does it? Should I want to drink something that physically resembles me? I also wonder why it's called the 'grimace' shake. Is that because it makes you grimace when you taste it?"

There was nopony around to answer her. Only the camera, and the silent audience.

She shrugged, and raised her eyebrows. "Well, here it goes!"





Candle light was agitated by a cold night breeze. Twilight laid in a lavender stained crater on the floor, her surroundings littered by crumpled papers and books fallen from their shelves. She emitted no sound. Only the cylinder had survived, surrounded by salt circles and runes in chalk. It was empty.