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// Chapter 30 
// Story: Rainbow Factory Condemned 
// by LordCarn 
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	Your eyes flicker open slowly, only to see darkness beyond them. You were lying on your back. You tried to move your legs but you felt that they were restrained. You pulled at them but to no avail. You hear a small click, and a light above you begins producing a light that blinds you, forcing you to close your eyes. "You know you made it much farther than any other pony. I'm honestly very impressed. It's such a shame that all of your struggles were in vain." You open your eyes slowly to adjust them to the light. Rainbow Dash stood behind a control panel  on the far end of the room working a few levers and buttons, occasionally glancing up at you. 

"Now Rainbow, it's not polite to play with your prey." Discord's voice rang out from the darkness. 

"But this filly isn't prey. By saying that it is, you imply it has the chance to escape." A new voice entered the conversation. It was feminine, and almost demonic. 

"Oh, always so technical about your grammar. Why must everything you do be so precise. Where is the fun in everything being so strict."

"I'm not here to argue with you, I'm here because of the offer she made me."

"Will both of you SHUT UP! We've gone over this before, I need both of you to help me continue my research, and to do that, we have to keep this factory running. Discord, I'm sure being able to release some of you chaotic energy is payment enough, and Chrysalis, your getting 'food' for your subjects... I still don't understand how that works..."

A green glow erupted from the darkness, resembling two eyes. The black figure stepped into the light. "Yes well you don't have to. All that matters to you is that this entire operation is being covered up by my minions."

"And Discord, I'd like to thank you for creating a hole in the princess' spell."

"Oh well I'd do anything for one of my close friends!"

".... Don't push it."

"Ahem, don't you have something to attend to?" 

"Ah, yes. Now that everyone has been acquainted with each other, let us begin. Hello you poor young filly. I'd like to be the first to thank you for volunteering for this project of mine. Oh, and I almost forgot," She pulls down on a lever. A machine slides out from a nearby wall, travelling along a metal track , and positions itself directly in front of you. A rod slides out from the middle of the machine to reveal a knife. It spins and rotates until its seems to have found an optimal entry point. 

"Welcome to the Factory."