Let's face it: ideas are a diamond dozen. You can stroll down the town square and meet fifteen ponies with ideas and life stories they'll sell you for whatever's in your saddle-bag. Holy Celestia that sentence took a long time to finish.
So anyway, I'm Twilight Sparkle, and I decided to build a machine to figure out which ideas were really real. If that doesn't make any sense, think about how confusing it was to write.
I mean, I built a machine that was supposed to figure out original ideas—either ideas that nopony had ever thought of before, or that maybe somepony or even everypony had thought of but had afterwards forgotten. And it. Uh.
Don't do that, by the way. Just in case you wanted my unsolicited advice on the subject.
Your faithful student,
T̸̡̡̨̧̨̛̥̹͚̠̼̻̝̱͙̰̝̮͚͙̣͖̟͖̥̙̣̼͖͓̗̬͓̬͍͓̤̹͇̦̻͉̩͍̘̅̎̈́͆̋̏͋̇͛̿́̈͋̒̐̔̀͋͆̄̉͐̀̆̐̔̏̆̌̉̆̊̔̋̍̽͋̍̾͑́̈́́͐̅̀͘̕̚̕͜͜͝͝ẉ̸̧̨̡̢̧̤̟̘̹͎̳̝̦͖͓̻̼̬̟͓̯͈̹̜̩͖̻̖̮̪͓̼̺̱͔͉̞̲̼͍͚͉̥͎͔̹̝͔̺̓͌͐͋̋͊̓̄̏̽͛͋͑̈́̊͒͛̄̉͂́͆͐̑̅̐̏͂͌̐͆̅̀͊̾̅͒̌͘̚͘̚͝͝͝ͅơ̶̧̨̨̡̡̢̛̻̹͍͓̤͎̺͔̺̱̪̠͓̲̤̹̝̝̞̭̘̯͈͙̘̦̥̪͖̙̘̝̖̞̬̥̩̱̥̩̙̻̹͉̖̬͚͎̳̣̟̖̼̖̺͎̇̊̿̇̔͗͗̂̄̊͐̇̀́̈͐̅́̐̊̔̂̄̍̔͘͝͠g̷̨̨̧̡̨̥̯̮̦͖̰̯̳̫͈̱͚̩̰̬̹͈̬̤̬̼̩̹̐̀̊̌̈́͋̆̒̄͂̾̓̀̈́́͑̓ͅļ̷̛͔̰̲̯̙͉̰̬͚̤͉̭̱̇̒̈́̇̃͂̾̉̑̾͂́͊̂̎͐̀̈́̍͂̽̾͌̍͊͆̈́͋̽̆̊͛̈̔͆̈́̐́͑̾̈́͑̈́͗͋̐̋̈̿̍͌̑̈̍̂̿͂̈́̕̕͜͠͝ơ̶̧̢̡͎͎͈̩̩̫̮̠͙̣̠̖̱̯̤̰̠͕̭͚̐̈̑͂̀́̋͊͊̐̆̂̃̌̎͛̐̆̈́͌̋͐̀͑̇́̈́͗́̚͜͠͠͠ͅt̶̨̡̧̢̧̡̛̻̲̙̻̠̭̦͇͈̙̦̞̠͕̦̠̭̥̮̦̩̺̥̙̮̪̝͓͇̺̦̰̲̱̙͚̤͓͚̬͔̯̐̆̐͒̿̌̅̂͗̀̔̋̎͒̕̚͜͠ ̷̛̥͍̫̬͇̞̱̫̺͆̄̃̆̆̍͛̈́͐̿̈́̈́̿̌̌́́̆̋̄͛̏̎̈̎́̉̀͊̄̕͝͝͝S̷̡̢̙͖̩͕̪͓͓̲̻̦̗̭̮̳͓̫̝̭̻͇͇̯̻̬̳͎̙͍̙͛̽͛̽p̶̟͕̦̙̊̋̿̀̋̌̋̕̚ǫ̴̜͈̝̻̻̉͘̕͠͝͝͠ř̶̢̢̘̩̞̭̫̺͖͖̱̳͚̥̤̗̣̰͕̼̥͚͔̟͓̳̝̝̖͔͙̰͎̩̠̪͔͎̫̳͉̭̰̟̱̈́͊̽́͛̿̍̈͌̓̒̍͆̽̆̔̐̿̄͋̆͘͘̕͜k̵̢̡̛͙̪͉̤̠̲͈̟̦͇̭̺͍̤̫͚͓͎̼͐͌͑̋́̈́͂̈́̔̊͗̊͊̌̀́̆̄̀͑͌̆̽̉̽̃́̚̚̕̚͜͝͠͝͠͠ļ̶̨̧̨̨̟͈͔͙̬͇̞͖̗̲̰̣͎͎̥̱̩̝͖̘͚̥͓͎̬͕̫̭̳̺͈͇̠͔̰̲̳͍̤̞̲̲̘̼̘̝͈̦̻͓̃̊͊̃̐͂͆͛̽̑̆́̓̾͒̿̌̂͊̈́̂̓͒͂̍̏̈́̃͆̈́͊́̆͋̄̕̕̕̕̚͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅe̸̡̞̗͖̮͚̻̘͙̰͈̬̖̟̩̦͙̜̲̙̥̩͈͓̠̣̗̙̖̣̟͓̟̙̜̫̲̖͔͙͉͔͈̱͆̎͒́̇͊́̅̊̋͜ͅ
Start of a commission for COMMISSION UNNAMED UNTIL PERMISSION GIVEN.
