The darkness above, provided by clouds grown ugly with threat of rain, threw carpets of shadow over everything. Rotting grass shivered in the cold as the trees stood in silent sorrow, the winds whispering through their withered branches and becoming mournful songs. Critique’s ear flicked at the creak of a wagon wheel, loosely and desperately hanging onto the remains of a carriage tenanted by crabgrass and insects.

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Okay, god… that was a pleasant break from that. So, where were we?

In our last episode, Rarity wasn’t Rarity and everypony was an idiot. Death happened, and death happened, and then death happened some more. The author simply copypasted the show into the fic, then used a tired cliche twice. And then death happened again and Twilight forgot about it.

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Critique: One thing to note about this story before we begin is that the story has to warn us that the author doesn’t condone the actions and that if any author has murderous impulses to seek help.

Fife: Gotta be a responsible author, I guess. “In this story, Fluttershy explodes twice. I do not condone exploding. If you feel like you’re going to explode, it sucks to be you.”

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