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// Searching for Sanity 
// Story: The Lair of the Dead 
// by God-Of-Toasters 
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	Bronze Tusk journied on for miles upon miles, searching for sanity. He passed lonely monasteries radiating with arcane energy, he passed caves writhing with ungodly figures, he passed magnificent palaces shooting bolts of pure magic at each other. All this didn’t concern him, as Bronze Tusk blazed on ahead. The day was getting older and older with every step and Tusk was getting closer and closer to giving up. As he slumped onwards, he caught sight of a humble little village. Thinking nothing of it at the time, Bronze Tusk checked into a sleepy tavern overlooking the sleepy town. 

After a few ciders and a meal of flaming grass, Bronze Tusk retired to his room. Fittingly enough, it overlooked an Ancestral Field, a place of the dead Earth Ponies to finally slumber in peace, protected by magnificent earthworks reaching into the sky. As the sun leisurely descended, and the moon shot up in the sky for a split second before falling, Bronze hit the hay, dreaming of the Grassy Lands, where the Alicorns escaped the horrors of Hippoborea. 

Bronze Tusk awoke in a temple to the gods of panic. The rest of the inn was smashed to smithereens leaving only him and his bed amidst a heap of rubble. The Ancestral Field was rife with holes and the whole town (All 200 of them) was running about, declaring sorcery and blaming each other. As Tusk took all of this in, an equine figure jumped on him beating him to pieces. As soon as he grasped what was going on, Bronze Tusk got up, and with a quick swipe, decapitated the being. As it hit the ground with a thump, Tusk noticed it was definitely a pony, or at least it used to be. Its skin was a purple marred by dust and it seemed to have a marking cutting down its face that was eventually sealed up. There was no blood surrounding it, nor did there seem to be any blood inside it. Bronze Tusk stared off in the distance, only seeing carnage and hate, smashed the head under his iron hooves and ran off towards the chief’s house.