Part 1: Ponies Play D&D
The Epic Quest of the Brave Warriors in Search of the Mystic Treasure of the Forgotten City in the Distant Realm of the Lost Lands of the Fearsome Dragon King of Death
-Or-
Some Ponies Play D&D
Grimstar the Black, mighty wizard of the southern deserts, squinted into the hazy distance of the enchanted forest. He was tall and thin, and the dark indigo robes he wore were covered with eldritch symbols. Sweat beaded on the jet black skin of his forehead as his staff pulsed with mystic energies, scanning the landscape for danger. After the mysterious disappearance of their prodigal companion, he was determined to defend his party. They were five strong, now: himself, the elvish rogue, the halfling cleric, the bard, and the barbarian, who was now approaching the wizard with the carcass of a stag slung over his shoulder.
“Ho, Grimstar!” he said, “There is much sport in these woods!” He was a mountain unto himself, with rippling muscles, broad shoulders, and a dark, penetrating gaze. His enormous broadsword clinked against his gleaming silver mail as he hefted the stag.
“Aye, that there is,” the wizard replied, “and much danger as well. I fear for the safety of our feminine companions.”
“What is there to be a-feared?” said the barbarian, depositing his game on the forest floor with a muscular shrug, “They are mighty heroes, all. Though, perhaps,” he said with a jocular grin, “not as mighty as myself!”
“Indeed, few are as strong as the celebrated Bloodcrusher Killthrust.” the wizard said, “But I have much doubt of our ability to survive the Catacombs of the Damned without the aid of a sixth stout soul.”
“Then perchance we are in luck!” said Killthrust, “For I think I espy a dwarf!”
“As do I.” said Grimstar, “Mayhap he will join our quest. Greetings, friend!” he addressed the dwarf, who seemed lost in the woods. “We are in need of a brave warrior such as yourself. Would you join in our quest to find the lair of the Dragon King?”
There was an awkward pause. “Uh,” said the dwarf, “Okay, what do I do now?”
---
Twilight sighed. “Come on, Applejack, we’ve been over this.”
“Yeah, like, a billion times!” said Rainbow Dash, rolling her eyes.
“I jus’ don’t get this crazy game, is all.” said Applejack, defensively.
“It’s just like playing pretend,” said Twilight, patiently, “Spike and I used to play it all the time back in Canterlot.” She had been trying to get Applejack involved for weeks, but had only recently convinced her to give it a go.
All of Twilight’s friends were gathered around an old table in a neglected corner of the Library’s basement. Dice, reference books, and miniatures were scattered over an intricately drawn map covering most of the table’s surface. Applejack sat between Twilight and Dash as they went over the rules one more time. Across from them, Rarity added a few more touches to her character sketch, while Fluttershy tried to avoid the cloud of snack detritus coming from Pinkie Pie’s direction. Spike sat at the head of the table, a stack of DM’s guides on his chair just barely bringing him up to the others’ eye levels.
“Please, Applejack, could you just try to play along?” he said, poking his head above the DM screen, “Ever since Derpy stopped showing up a few weeks ago we’ve been short a player for my campaign.”
"I’m tryin’, I swear,” she said, “but I don’t really see the point, I guess.”
“The point is FUN, Silly McSillerson!” said Pinkie Pie, spraying orange cheesy dust over the table. “You can fight monsters, and loot treasure, and explore dungeons, and pretend to be crazy made-up creatures like elves and dwarves and halflings and humans!”
“What’s a human?” asked Applejack, blinking in the face of the crumby assault.
“It’s like a little pink monkey,” said Pinkie, “Only they don’t have tails and they’re not as hairy and they don’t live in trees and…”
“…and sometimes they aren’t pink.” added Twilight.
“…and sometimes they aren’t pink!” finished Pinkie with an excited bounce.
“Alright,” said Applejack, gamely, “then what’s a halfling?”
“The same thing,” said Twilight, referring to her player’s guide, “but smaller and less, uh, not-hairy.”
“Uh huh, so what’s a dwarf?”
“It’s… look, never mind.” said Twilight, “Spike put a lot of work into setting up this game, so just try to keep up, okay?”
“Honestly,” piped up Rarity, “it really is a lot of fun, Applejack.”
“Now, I can see Spike and Twilight gettin’ into this nerdy stuff.” said Applejack, “And Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy, and maybe even Dash. But what in the heck do you see in all this, Rarity?”
"Oh, I felt the same way as you at first, darling.” she said, “But it can become rather addictive. Especially when Spike showed me all of the adorable little figures you can decorate!”
“And that, Fillies and Gentlecolts, is the story of how all my miniatures ended up in pretty pink sun dresses.” said Spike with a scowl, holding up a violently pink orc.
“Spike, dear, that’s clearly an evening gown. It’s much more formal, you see, and…”
“Look, can we get back to game?” interrupted Dash, “I’ve hardly even started kicking tail!”
---
Grimstar and Killthrust led their new companion to their camp.
“Allow me to introduce our fellows.” said Grimstar, “Alas, where are my manners? I have not asked your name! What are you called, may I ask?”
“Um, my name is…” the dwarf said haltingly, “Uh, Dwarfy… Dwarfer… son. The dwarf.”
“Yes, well, a very… traditional name, I’m certain.” said the wizard, diplomatically. “You have already met our barbarian, of course. A terrible braggart he is, but there are no better to have beside you in the fray of battle.”
“I speak only the modest truth,” said Killthrust, “If it seems as bragging, you have but your own jealousy to blame.”
“The great beauty is Darlynn Evansong, the Fair.” Grimstar continued.
“Charmed.” said the elf with an elegant bow, her jewelry jingling against her armor, “I look forward to joining my bow to your axe.”
“Our healer,” Grimstar said, moving on, “Gracelove Silentall, a cleric of the order of the Silver Star.”
“So, um, very pleased to meet you, ah, Dwarfy.” The halfling said with a demure curtsy. She wore the simple gray robes of her order and clutched a set of prayer beads.
“And, last but not least,” said Grimstar, “Zinnadiana Lyreplucker the twenty-seventh, our spoony bard.”
---
“Okay, Spike,” said Applejack, “You have to tell me what a…”
“It’s-whatever-Pinkie-Pie-wants-it-to-be-I’m-not-having-this-conversation-again!”
---
The band of heroes advanced to the edge of the forest, entering the foothills of the Black Mountains of Elldör. Zinnadiana played a merry tune on her lute as they walked, the bells on her jerkin jingling to the beat.
“…and NE-ver a MIGH-ti-er par-ty there WAS! Oh, NE-ver a…”
“Be still your capering, bard,” said Killthrust, “lest your head meet the flat of my broadsword!”
“Yeah, Pi… I mean, Zinnadiana,” said Dwarfy, “I don’t think a song is necessary right now. Uh, forsooth!”
“Cease your bickering, fellows!” said Grimstar, halting their progress, “My staff senses danger!”
Ahead of them, just as the forest cleared, lie a pack of dire wolves, snapping at each other over the remaining bones of a recent kill. They had not yet noticed the heroes, and Grimstar took the opportunity to discuss their strategy.
“A spell of petrifaction would allow us to pass unharmed.” he said.
“And leave us open to attack, should it fail.” said Darlynn, “A flurry of my arrows will make short work of them.”
“Nay,” said Zinnadiana, “I shall play them to sleep with my magic flute!”
“Waste not your spells and arrows,” said Killthrust, “I will take them single-handedly!”
“I want to make friends with them.” said Gracelove.
---
The entire table groaned, collectively.
“Not this again.” said Spike, his head in his hands.
“What?” said Applejack, “What’s wrong with that?”
“Oh, you know Fluttershy,” said Pinkie, cracking open another bottle of sarsaparilla, “she just loves the fuzzy critters!”
“Fluttershy, you can’t tame any more monsters.” said Twilight, “You already have two beholders, a mind-flayer, a kobald…”
“…three owlbears, half a dozen zombies…” continued Dash.
“…and a gelatinous cube!” Rarity finished. “And I’m sorry, Fluttershy, but you aren’t spending any more of our gold pieces on cube food!”
“But you can’t just let Mr. Jiggly starve!” said Fluttershy, aghast. Her eyes welled up with tears.
---
The party continued their journey, their new furry companions in tow. Grimstar led them on, forging a path through the twisting ravines and rocky outcrops. The way was difficult, and he paused to consult an ancient scroll for guidance.
“The scroll of prophecy speaks of a tunnel which will allow us passage through these mountains.” he said. “Though it is doubtlessly crawling with peril, it may save us a day’s worth of climbing. If only the Gods would make their intentions clear, that we may decide on the best way forward…”
Suddenly, as if in answer to Grimstar’s wish, the sky was rent asunder and a fearsome archangel descended, wings blazing with holy light and bearing a flaming sword.
"That was convenient.” said Dwarfy. “Verily!”
“Lo, great heroes of the land!” the angel spake in a booming voice, “Your tarrying is most displeasing to the Gods! I bringith forth their instructions, that you may follow them and move on already!”
Killthrust’s eyes lit up at the sight of the magnificent angel. “Finally, a challenge worthy of the Bloodcrusher!” he said, unsheathing his broadsword, “Have at thee, wingéd monster, I fear you not!”
“What foolishness is this?” said the archangel, its golden eyes narrowing.
“This is most unwise, Killthrust.” said Darlynn as she attempted to hold back her comrade.
"Indeed,” said Grimstar, aiding her efforts, “You must not antagonize an emissary of the Gods!”
“Oh, you doubt my strength?” said Killthrust, breaking free of their hold, “Taste my steel, foul creature! I will take thy wings as my own!” He charged forward with a terrible battle cry, his sword tracing a powerful arc towards the angel. A burst of holy light deflected the attack, however, and the angel turned its wrath on the stricken barbarian.
“You dare assault me?” the angel said in its fury, “I, who have guided your quest from the very beginning? If this is how you choose to use your strength, barbarian, perhaps you would do well to be free of it!” With this, a bolt of magical lightning struck the fallen warrior.
“Argh, I am cursed!” he said, “What be the heck?”
---
“What the heck, Spike?” said Dash, “You can’t just curse me!”
“Actually, he can.” said Twilight, checking the rulebook, “He’s the Dungeon Master, so technically, he can do anything he wants.”
“Darn right I can!” said Spike, leaning over his DM screen at Dash, “I’m sick of you screwing up all of my encounters just because you had a few lucky rolls when we were making characters!”
“That wasn’t luck, I’m just better at this than you are.” The pegasus said with a smug grin.
“They were dice rolls!” said Spike, jumping with anger, “That’s the definition of luck!”
“Aren’t I supposed to get a saving throw?” she said, ignoring him and grabbing Twilight’s guide.
“You were stunned, you don’t get a saving throw!” Spike retorted.
“I have the talisman of mystic barrier,” she said, standing up, “It protects against curses!”
“It’s a holy curse, it doesn’t work!” he said, jumping onto the table and marching up to Dash until they were inches apart.
“Fluttershy can heal me!” she said, leaning into his glare.
“Fluttershy thinks you’re a jerk!” he shouted with a furious hop.
“What? She does not!” she turned to the other pegasus, who was currently hiding with her head under the table. “You don’t think I’m a jerk, right Fluttershy?”
“I, um, well…”
“Don’t answer that, Fluttershy!” Spike said, turning and marching back to his place at the head of the table. “That’s it, no more Mr. Nice Dungeon Master!” he sat down and resumed narrating, “You enter the tunnel, and the entrance snaps shut behind you, leaving you trapped…”
---
The ground shook under the parties’ feet. They squinted into the gloom of the tunnel, but could not make out the source of the massive footsteps. A luminescent sphere rose from Grimstar’s fingertips, casting a pale light on their surroundings.
“By the Gods…” he said as the light fell on their aggressor, “It’s a stone ogre!”
The massive bulk of the ogre filled the tunnel, blocking any route of escape. Its skin was as hard and grey as the tunnel walls around it and its horrible maw was filled with sharp, jagged teeth. It carried the trunk of a fallen oak as a club, and wore a purple muumuu. It let out a mighty roar, and hefted its club to attack.
---
“Whoa, Spike.” said Twilight, “Don’t you think that’s a little above our level?”
“Yeah, that sounds a little… serious.” agreed Applejack.
“I don’t care!” he said, furiously, “I spend hours working on this campaign, and all of you just argue and mess it up! You kept pushing me and pushing me, and now you’re gonna have to fight an ogre!”
“What-do-we-do?! What-do-we-do?!” panicked Pinkie, “I don’t know any songs that work on ogres!”
“I have some armor with bonuses against ogres,” said Rarity, “…or I would, if some dragon would let me carry more than three sets of armor at a time!”
“Wah, wah, baby wants a Bag of Holding!” said Spike, unmoved, “Better do something quick, it’s getting closer.”
“Fluttershy, sic your dire wolves on ‘im!” said Dash.
“I can’t, they might get hurt!” she replied from under the table.
“Come on, we can do this if we work together!” rallied Twilight.
Applejack cleared her throat. “Hey guys? What does it mean when the red one says ‘twenty’?”
The table went quiet. Spike stared at the d20 in front of Applejack. He coughed.
---
The massive body of the beast lay still on the tunnel floor. Darlynn checked it for treasure while Gracelove worked at healing the party’s injuries. The others gathered to congratulate the shocked dwarf, his bloodied axe still clutched in his hands.
“A spectacular battle, my lad!” said Killthrust, holding aloft the ogre’s head, “You’ve earned yourself quite the trophy!”
“Yeah, that was kinda cool.” said Dwarfy, “Uh, zounds!”
“I’ll write a new song about it!” said Zinnadiana, “The saga, no, the EPIC saga of Dwarfy Dwarferson!”
“Well done.” said Grimstar, nodding sagely, “I knew you would become a valuable member of our band.”
“Shucks, it wasn’t any…” he stopped, “Holy pony-feathers, what time is it?”
---
Twilight blinked at the clock. “Wow, you’re right, it’s after midnight already! We’d better call it a night.”
“But…” said Spike, still staring at the d20, “But we didn’t even get to the Catacombs of the Damned!” He looked up. Everyone was already getting up to leave.
“Sorry, Spike.” said Twilight, patting him on the head on her way past. “Maybe next time.” She gathered her books and headed for the door leading upstairs, the others following her.
“Good game, everypony!” said Fluttershy.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Applejack said with a grin.
“I told you you’d get hooked!” Rarity said, putting a hoof around Applejack’s shoulder.
“I’m TOTALLY serious about that song, by the way!” Pinkie Pie bounced after them.
Spike looked around, distraught, “You can’t… I mean… I didn’t…” he pulled himself together and shouted after Dash, “You’re still cursed!”
"You’re still a dork!” she said, not looking back as she left the room.
---
Deep in the steam tunnels that twisted like a labyrinth under Ponyville, a small, grey pegasus knelt in the darkness. She waited patiently for the sun to rise in the grate above her, conserving her strength. She smiled grimly in the dripping gloom. Today, she would crush her enemies, and see them driven before her. Today, she would hear the lamentations of their women.
Yes, she thought as she sharpened her halberd, today will be a good day…
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Fantastic. I really enjoyed it, being a D&D player myself. Well done; 5 stars!
Oh dear me. Derpy foreshadowing.
Well done. Five stars indeed; verily, David Stormstriker the Honourable approves of this fic.
I was hesitant to try this, but I howled all the way through it! Great story man!
The dragon is the DM? This has reached nerd critical mass, exploded. Exploded again
And became completely AWESOME!
This was a very enjoyable read. You did a great job working the personalities of the characters into he story in a humorous fashion, and the transitions feel a lot more natural than I expected.
I do have one tiny grammatical gripe, though.
The proper past tense of "to lie" would be "lay," as in "The massive body of the beast lay still on the tunnel floor." I usually don't mind minor mistakes too much, but in a story this good, it caught my eye.
15402 I don't mind having my grammar corrected. It's the only way I'll learn. I'll go ahead and fix it, just for you.
I can't help but read some of this aloud. XP. too epic to just hear in my mind. Maybe i should just record myself reading...
How the buck do you tame not one but TWO beholders and a mind flayer?
Well, I suppose if anypony could do it, it WOULD be Fluttershy...
“Fluttershy, you can’t tame any more monsters.” said Twilight, “You already have two beholders, a mind-flayer, a kobald…”
“…three owlbears, half a dozen zombies…” continued Dash.
“…and a gelatinous cube!” Rarity finished. “And I’m sorry, Fluttershy, but you aren’t spending any more of our gold pieces on cube food!”
“But you can’t just let Mr. Jiggly starve!” said Fluttershy, aghast. Her eyes welled up with tears.
This is one of the best things I've ever read. Also I like your choice of Avatar, Lucres. H2G2 is a very good choice.
"AND MY AXE!"
This. Is. EPIC!
HORY SHET!!!!!!! D&D and ponies!!! This. Is. The best possible thing. EVEEEEERR.
Being a D&D player, I just find it funny how rainbow just did any good idio barbarian do: if it flies, it dies.
Reminded me of one my friendsdoing the same thing, except on a greater demon of the eighth circle. We were mow forced into killing the thing when it wanted to warn us off to get out unless we wanted death. Guess who
Was sent back to Mephistopheles? Anyways, playing a half dragon elf (from 3.5, yeah, the amaizing epically broken version) wizard with loot to make the richest king look like a servant and a weapon to make the greatest warriors jealous and gem crafters proud.
AJ has to get her head in the game soon.
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D&D IS AWESOME!
THUMBS UP AND FAVORITE FOR SURE
Obscure FFIV reference ftw.
25 i have never played but would like to sometime any tips
good fic it makes me want to play more.
361130 D&D is a fun game IF you have a good DM AND a few good friends me, my sister, seven friends, and my mom all play in the same group. Which admidtly is a HUGE group, but we make it work.:)
157903 natural 20 are the best with weapons of mighty slaying that have a hit die of 10d6+3d4+20 + 3d6 frost yeah that was a long ass campaign!
<"The entire table groaned, collectively.
“Not this again.” said Spike, his head in his hands.
“What?” said Applejack, “What’s wrong with that?”
“Oh, you know Fluttershy,” said Pinkie, cracking open another bottle of sarsaparilla, “she just loves the fuzzy critters!”
“Fluttershy, you can’t tame any more monsters.” said Twilight, “You already have two beholders, a mind-flayer, a kobald…”
“…three owlbears, half a dozen zombies…” continued Dash.
“…and a gelatinous cube!” Rarity finished. “And I’m sorry, Fluttershy, but you aren’t spending any more of our gold pieces on cube food!”
“But you can’t just let Mr. Jiggly starve!” said Fluttershy, aghast. Her eyes welled up with tears.
I wish my DM would let us have that many pets
god that would be SO MUCH GOLD!!!
WOW
EPIC
SO AWESOME
And I don't even play D&D.
...
Well, I didn't. Might not be able to say that at the end of the week
Gelatinous cube... SO MUCH UTTER WIN!
why is it that the new players ALWAYS seem to roll natural twenty!?!?!? great fic btw...Killthrust reminds me of my cousin's char. Mittens....dragonborn, babarian, god.....
I don't play D&D, and this story is great!
TWO BEHOLDERS, AN ILLITHID, AND A GELATINOUS CUBE
I think this party needs to be nerfed a bit, especially that newbie who can roll nat twenties. But the Barbarian's been cursed, so...
Spike's reaction was somewhat similar to one I had when a player of mine discovered that playing a paladin was not the sort of thing he enjoyed. He kept wanting to play his character a certain way and he wanted certain abilities for a weapon of legacy he was planning on making, and it would have been perfectly fine if it were for a warrior of the same alignment, but I refused him because he was a paladin. Therefore...
"DM, kill me off."
"I can try, but you'll have to die on your own."
"DM, kill me off."
"You're in town right now. I can't try to kill you off until you guys get to Eagle's Bluff."
"Well, then, send me off on a quest from my god! I've already got my Rogue/Warmage rolled and ready!"
"You're level 3. Pelor doesn't care enough about you to send you off on a quest."
"Well, then, I leave the party and this other guy joins."
"You can't do that. There's no plot basis for your paladin to just up-and-leave when an agent of the king has included you guys in her investigation in a plot to kill the king! Besides, you're honor-bound to kill Meerch who's heading the bandits of the Running Claw who are in league with the Violet Eye."
"Then...kill me off!"
"You know what? Fine!
! Lightning crackles in the sky above you guys, and you see a rift appear in the air. Arcane energies lash out amidst the backdrop of stars, and a bolt of green energy shoots out of the rift and strikes Lighthaven Keep. The keep explodes violently, its finely-crafted masonry reduced to dust and rubble that pelts all nearby buildings and passers-by. Screams rise up from the town as fires begin to burn where the castle used to stand, and you all see something coming out of the rift. Even though you've never seen this person before or even heard of him, you all instantly know who he is, Bane."
"Who's Bane?"
"EVIL greater deity of Forgotten Realms. You all die. Reroll."
I was only joking with them and sent Bane back to his own world and resumed the game, but I showed them all my frustration.
Now... anyone got a +9 Ogre Slaying Knife/+9 Ogre Bane Knife?
May the Grace of the Valar Protect You
Shire Folk
This makes me want to play d&d.
This is amazing.
This is entertaining I too am a D&D player and it's tons of fun lol Rainbow Dash would be a Barbarian
"Our spoony bard." GAAAAAUGHahaha... I have all the luck lately, I haven't heard that term in quite a while and suddenly this week I'm finding it everywhere.
25 Is this an American thing? 'Cus I don't know what D&D is.
Trolololololololololololololo...
OH MY GOD!!! My mustace take it!
As my DM used to say "Rock falls everyone dies." he did not like my power gaming fighter with max ranks in BS at all times.
love it.
Moon Scalpel the eternal cleric approves of this fanfic.
I choked on a Cheeto while reading this. I hope you're happy.
(You ought to be happy, btw)
I gotta say, some of the girls managed to have some pretty OP setups, but I've been as bad or worse before. I remember having one character use Bluff to convince a cleric that the diety they had just conversed with in person that said god was a figment of the cleric's imagination. Yeah. Athiest rogue in D&D. Watchugondoabouit?
Truly epic levels of Bluff is like being the most powerful sorcerer in the world. If you can make everyone believe the sky is green, it might as well be green for all it matters, don't you think?
10/10 downloading whole series for later
I don't know what D&D is, would someone explain? I don't think we have it in England
“And that, Fillies and Gentlecolts, is the story of how all my miniatures ended up in pretty pink sun dresses.” said Spike with a scowl, holding up a violently pink orc.
I've never played D&D. But now I will. This fanfic would be the best advertisement of D&D. 'Nuff said.
947398 We most defently do have D&D here is England and have for about 40 years. Its probably the most well known role play game on the market. Each player takes on the role of a character in a fairly generic fantasy game and plays that characters actions much like improv acting. Charcters normally have a race (species i.e. human, orc, elf) and a class (job i.e. wizard, thief, fighter, etc). There are various rules controlling what the players can do and most interaction is controlled by rolling dice, most commonly in D&D 20 sided dice (D20), with the higher the better, thus the natual 20 is the best result. Alternatively you'r Trolling me.
“Zinnadiana Lyreplucker the twenty-seventh, our spoony bard.”
I love you forever for casting Pinkie as a Bard. AJ gets a perfect roll on the d20 on her first go, the most literal case of beginner's luck ever. And Spike is best DM. Good God, I need more of this
As soon as I started reading this, I decided, screw it, I'm going to read all the narration in the deepest and most serious voice I can think of. Result: BEST. STORY. EVER.
Oh, and Bloodcrusher Killthrust. Awesome, and so typical Rainbow Dash.
I, Rape Rapington, Thane of the Grand City of Rapeville, do approve of this unconsensual adultery.
" I would love thank my parents and my- wait, hold a sec," Rolls 1D20 to give a speech. It rolls on 2 " Mash potatoes!"
8971 I know what you mean. It took me a couple months to actually get around to reading it, but I ended up really liking it.
Man, how come whenever I try D&D it's nowhere near this fun?
...
Is there a way to go beyond tracking a story?
"We can't let mister jiggly starve!"
I died. Literally, you killed me. I hope you're happy.
1509691
Quick! Somepony cast a Life Spell, we don't want him to be missing out!
The Mr Jiggly line might even beat out the idea of riding a gelatinous cube into battle XD
It is caffeine alone that sets my mind in motion. It is through the beans of Java that thoughts acquire speed, that hands acquire shakes, that shakes become a warning. It is caffeine alone that let me roll the dice.
I must read this...
I don't quite remember off the top of my head which chapter it was with all of those monsters Fluttershy tamed, but I just about near died laughing at her somehow taming a gelatinous cube.
949296 pinkies not a bard shes a spoony bard
The Mr. Jingly line was good; but somehow it seems more suited to Pinkie Pie.
derpy gone crazy like
crazy
read that in MAS fluttershy voice and its so funny