You know what, life is unfair. Yes, that may seem completely and utterly insane coming from the perspective of the self-proclaimed God of Chaos.But alas it is true, for how can I justify life when my sole existence is set to the tune of garden statue.
It’s because these ponies see me as a threat. Something they fear and loathe because like all sensible creatures you must hate what you can't possibly comprehend. The proverbial bogeyman if you will.
They call me crazy, they call me a danger, they call me a monster but like I said these so-called ever so sensible ponies hate what they don’t understand.
It’s strange isn’t it? They teach love and tolerance but when something interrupts their precious society or offers a change they all jump on the whole burn the witch bandwagon. They don’t second guess nor do they put themselves in someone else’s skin. Not literally of course, it’s a bit morbid even by my standards though credit where credit is due it is an interesting idea should I ever escape this confounded prison.
The ever hypocritical princess Celestia once again rears her head. She preaches the greater good and how her society is so open and free of oppression and racism in spite of the constant aggressive nature towards outsiders and the ever-present social split that divides the upper and lower classes long after I and the other threats to Celestia’s empire have disappeared.
So no, her world is not perfect. Equestria is not heaven, far from it in fact. Here is what I see; I see a world that is content with the same old boring routine, where ponies line up like lambs to the slaughter, where everyone wears a mask to hide their true selves.
We all wear masks it just depends on what is your true face. The one that is your face that you hide away or the one you pretend to show to the world and wear it so long that it becomes your face?
You see I don’t wear a mask. I show ponies their true selves. They call it corruption, I call it freedom. I let ponies experience the world for what it really is, a sad and cruel place that is constricted by the fabrication of order.
Order is merely a word said by those who are afraid to let loose, afraid to see the world as I see it. Thus I forsake order for what it is, a mere word used by mortals to attempt to place themselves to a higher standard than what level they actually are on. Animals that are attempting to control their primal instincts by wrapping it up with fancy questions like “why?” Personally I prefer the question of “where?” but what do I know of anything, I’m only the personification of chaos. Anyway I’m getting side-tracked again, tends to happen when your sanity is about as thin as a paper cup.
“Why?” is not a viable question though, because it’s just a cover up to what ponies and all living creatures fear the most…chaos. Chaos is the driving force behind all primal instinct and now that ponies understand this, they fear it because they’ll lose control.They’ll lower their standards and be no better than the beasts they strive to distance themselves from.
That my friends (whoever is listening to my inner monologue. Oh the divine creator, it seems that I’ve finally fallen into the category of “basket case” if I wasn’t already there. Eh, besides that point it is too late to end my monologue now. I have time to kill considering the position I’m in) is where I, the almighty genius (and not a sight for sore eyes either) step in.
I make them lower their standards. I show them what it’s like to lose control. I make the thinkers and the controllers sweat. I show how fragile their precious order is and I turn it on its head. I make ponies eat their words (sometimes literally) and then I break the mask and show the pathetic, meaningless perspective of their lives. Then I give them a taste of what chaos is and you know what they enjoy it because we all have a dark side begging to break free and the exhilaration of letting it run loose gives this boring routine an interesting spin doesn’t it?
I like to think of myself as a teacher. I educate the poor senseless fools beneath me like a good god. I teach them how to enjoy life. I teach them how to survive when law is lawless. But above all of that I bring something new to the table.
I upset the system, change the rules, play the game of life and cheat at it. I demonstrate to those who control this ever loving world that when the chips are down these so-called sophisticated and morally upright creatures will eat themselves alive. It doesn’t matter about the greater good or how we should function like well behaving citizens; indeed the truth is that it’s survival of the fittest when their society slips between their hooves.
Then I string them up like puppets and what do you know they make music of their own. They make chaos because that is what happens when your entire world collapses. It’s beautiful in its own glorious way.Makes this old heart of mine flutter still to this day when they dismantle the oppressive establishment they helped build. Self-destructive chaos is one the best kinds of chaos as I always believed.
Chaos is fun as well (always was for me and as long as I’m having a good time very little else matters). It adds spice to the pot like an unexpected move on the great chess board of the universe. I do it so I can spite those upstairs who think they can keep this so called harmony. Harmony is overrated anyway. It lacks flexibility and thus why my way of thinking is so much more beneficial. It’s a curveball, that's what it is.
I had fun when I came to the land of ponies, educating those in the school of chaos. Oh, I was hated and loathed but I passed something onto this little land that no other could have. I passed on the truth. I gave a little spring into the lives of the oppressed yet what do I get in return, eternal capture, consistent prejudice aimed in my direction and the eternal scorn of the pony race and their ever so fair rulers.
What did I ever do? Change things up, cause a few riots, bring the system to a standstill and give ponies a hell of a ride while I’m at it.
Sure, some ponies died but what is that to the master plan? What is the weight of a few measly lives lost? If it’s not me then they’ll just kill each other like they have always done before. They just need something to blame whether it’s supernatural monsters or evil jealous moon-goddesses, they’ll always find ways to re-direct the blame .It’s in their nature.
Remember, even Celestia cannot stop ponies from killing other ponies because if she tries to her little ponies will just take it out on other races and then she’ll see true chaos, the chaos within each of us, The chaos screaming to break out. The chaos urging all creatures to mate, kill and eat. Even when I have departed this world (the creator forbid such a day) it will continue to happen no matter how much harmony you pour into it, for there are always a few bad apples among the bunch.
Well even with such horrifying thoughts as my handsome face departing this world, that doesn’t mean I’m done. No, I believe me I’m just getting started.Sure I may be trapped in stone again, but who is to say I won’t escape yet. Those little brats think I’m out for the count, think that Uncle Discord is nothing more than an ornament to be stared at and dismissed as threat bygone from this period.
Oh that’s rich. It really is if you think about it. As I previously stated, order is a temporary remedy but chaos is infinite.
I’m far more than an ornament, I am a GOD. Next time I will execute a punishment on these ponies and I will not go lightly on its implementation. No my dear inner thoughts, it seems the chocolate rain and upside down building approach will not suffice. When I inevitably escape I think I’ll take the whole fire and brimstone approach. Celestia seemed so pleased when I carried it out during my reign. You know the time, the era where I was the rightful king of Equestria. Yes, I think the whole apocalypse methodology will greatly advance the very educational message I’m spreading.
Rest assured I will escape, I will bring this world to its knees and I will enjoy it as it burns itself to a crisp because to guys like me, chaos is a wonderful thing.