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// Story: The Pinkie Parable 
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	Pinkie changed her mind. She was much too nervous to confront her boss. Imagine confronting him with the crazy notion that all of his employees had disappeared but her. He’d call her crazy. At this point, she’d call herself crazy. She stumbled down the stairs to investigate a little further before confronting her boss.

She wandered into one room. Then another, then another until all the rooms seemed to blend together. Was she really going crazy? Who was this voice she heard in her head, narrating everything she did? Was this story even about ponies? Was she walking around in circles? Who made that wonderful piece of artwork at the top of this page? Should you go click on the source and leave a really nice comment on it?

Pinkie ran around, screaming insanely. Punching her skull as if it might silence the voice. She collapsed onto the ground, tugging at her throat. Her vision turned red as the voice in her head grew less and less concerned with her well being. She silently let out her last breath.


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This is a story about a pony named Trickly Dew.


Trickly was on her way home from work one afternoon when she stumbled upon a pink mare running down the road, screaming to herself before she collapsed on the ground and died. The sight of which was worrying to her. Not because she was now in close proximity to a corpse, but that she would never know this mare’s story. She would never know what the mare was thinking in her final moments or what had led her to this point.

But Trickly had an important dinner to go to with some very influential business types. She stood still, staring at the body for only a moment. And then she ran.


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