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Greetings, ponies! I am the mighty Zalgo, and I ooze from across the void to bring you an important message!


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...i have no idea what i just read.....
that doesn't mean its not good though...

Yeah. Same here.

It.. is... fun. Somehow. :rainbowderp:

By the way, the formatted version adds more flair.

Read the other version, read this one, still not sure what I am reading.

Nothing to say. You have broken my ability to think coherently.

How could I not like this?

5462218 The mods were harshing my mellow, that is to say, wouldn't let me publish stuff with the Zalgo font in it.

And that's how Twilight got her seventh stained glass window. Three more and she gets a free coffee!

6210007 the best royalty loyalty program in the galaxy, neigh, universe! :twilightsmile:

Oh. My. Dear. Lord.

That was brilliant on a level that cannot be properly stated by humble words.

Now to share the proper text version of this at everyone I know.

6252568 softly spoken words of high praise! Thank you kindly.

Are you serious? I'm out. Downvote.

Where can I find the other version?

8114788 at one point meeester was getting really upset about alternate versions of stories. I need to relink it

PresentPerfect
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wings of awkwardness

Amazing.

It hummed with the effervescent energy of a pack of chihuahuas thundering toward a pigeon at a dog park.

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That gif applies to the entire story, actually.

The pink horse realized the magnitude of its statement and rushed to alert its friends. Together, the six mares assembled in a hollowed out tree. The purple one with wings of awkwardness and horn of power paced in circles. "Pinkie," she asked, "What should we expect? As an eldrich abomination yourself, can you describe it?"

Bro, you have me tweaking at the descriptions

But how it looked was nothing compared to how it sounded. Its voice, if it could even be called a voice, was like a thousand brass trumpets playing different tones, a hundred glasses shattering at once. It hummed with the effervescent energy of a pack of chihuahuas thundering toward a pigeon at a dog park. At the same time, the low bassy notes of pulsars throbbed out from its being. In smell, in touch, in taste, and in a dozen other senses unknown to the ponies of the world, it was equally baffling. Can one explain "red" to she who is colorblind? Nay. So it was with this thing. Let us not dwell further on what it was, but rather what it did.

That's actually a fantastic way to describe it.

Come. .

And so they came, all of them. Ten million sapient creatures, and another hundred million sentient ones, all heeded the call of Zalgo. As one, they left their homes and and shelters to march toward its presence. Those of higher sense packed essentials; most didn't.

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