Fifty years ago, three pitch black obelisks arose from the ground. Thousands of ponies gathered near them, trying to decipher the strange writings on them. The few who did became priests of order. But how far will these obelisks take the idea of perfect order? Only one pony knows, and he doesn't want to. Its driving him closer to insanity each day, for each day he hears the obelisks talking, whispering and placing visions in his head. Visions of a future he must stop.

*This story is highly inspired by dead space 2's story, but doesn't actually use anything from it, so I don't think I would put it under crossover, if you think it should tell me.*