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// Story: Garry's Mod Vs. Equestria: ASDFMovie is Awesome! 
// by Fussan 
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	He walked the halls of the castle with his head held high, and his nose even higher. His hair had more products in it than a beauty supply store. His coat was groomed only with the finest of brushes, and washed only with the purest of waters and the most luxurious of soaps. His teeth were so white they would make the brightest of pearls jealous. His bow tie was on just tight enough to remind him to keep his head held high, and his nose higher.
He was the envy of all the nobles in Canterlot; the most beautiful of stallions; the most eligible bachelor in Equestria. He... was Prince Blueblood. Yes, the p in prince is capitalized. Why? Because he's just that cool.
"Where, oh where, is the land of which I was promised?" he complained to himself. "Still, another day without my own kingdom to rule," he sighed, frowning in distaste of his aunts' empty promises. "One of these days, they'll be the ones bowing down to me..."
"Yes, your majesty."
Blueblood stopped in his tracks, glaring back hatefully at the one who had spoken without permission. "Did I allow you to speak, underling?!" Blueblood fumed.
The small, timid stallion following behind Blueblood flinched at the angry tone and the harsh words. "No, your majesty."
"Then how in Equestria did you think it would be an appropriate time to speak?!" the prince roared.
"Forgive me, your majesty," the underling earth stallion moaned pitifully.
Prince Blueblood turned fully and stomped right up to the lanky pony who served him, getting mere inches from his face. "You will not tell me what to do, you commoner filth!" Blueblood screamed at him.
The stallion cowered away from the larger, more impressive stallion, a fearful look on his face. "F- forgive m- me, you-"
Blueblood raised his hoof high, cutting off the flow of words from the servant stallion. "You will learn your place, you wretch!" he screamed, then he swung his hoof downwards, directly into the face of his servant.
The servant stallion tumbled backwards multiple feet from the force of the blow, whimpering like a scared dog as he came to a stop. He covered his face with his hooves and curled into a small ball, shaking with pain and fright.
Blueblood slowly made his way over to him, a smug look on his face. He was taller than him, much taller; and very much more built as well. He dwarfed the smaller stallion like a castle does a tool shed. "So, whelp," the prince sneered, "have you learned what it feels like to speak out of turn?" His sneer turned into a cocky grin. "Again?"
"Actually..." a voice said from behind them. "I think it's time you learned what it feels like."
Blueblood turned and the servant lifted a hoof from his eyes to see. What they saw was... unexpected. A strange looking figure stood before them, standing over six feet tall, and almost completely wrapped in ragged clothing and stained red cloth. The only things they could see of it were the black, hateful eyes and the twisted smile it wore, under a mask stained red. "And what exactly are you?" Blueblood asked the creature pompously.
It laughed in a way that made the fur on their spines stand on end. "I used to know somebody like you, y'know. Full of themselves, talking down to everybody, thought they could get away with anything; a real barrel of fun..."
Blueblood would have been insulted, had he not been petrified by the shine in its eyes and the tone it spoke in. For some reason, it reminded him of a snake and a mouse. He could tell that he wasn't the snake in this situation. "W- what are-"
"Do you know why we feel pain?" the thing asked him, nearly in a purr.
Blueblood opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Well, I'll tell you," it said. "Pain is our body's way of telling us we're in danger, or to not do something that could hurt us."
As it spoke, Blueblood could feel a sensation of cold creeping in on him from all sides.
"Would you like to know how we can live life, free of all pain?" it asked, smiling even wider.
Blueblood was frozen, unable to speak, blink, or even breathe.
The figure reached into a fold of stained cloth, pulling out a long, rusted and dinged saw. "Well, the first step is to know how much we can take before it overwhelms us," it said, looking at the saw lovingly. It ran a gloved appendage over the crooked blade, before looking at Blueblood with a stare that made his blood freeze."I'm only supposed to be pranking them, but I think you deserve... more... Let's begin."