Notes and Reflections on Books and Media
by Hannah Leitheiser
'At first, I thought I was hearing metal scraping against metal. But there's no way that rust can produce a sob or a scream. Their moans rose in a cyclone of cacophony, and I was the center of the necrotic maelstrom. Frozen hooves came to life and reached, groped, fished towards me....They lunged and bounced on the stout lengths of their chains in their attempts to embrace me and my lyre. The howling voices of the blind ponies came out as muffled sobs against the rusted braces clamped over their mouths.' - Background Pony
Ah...My Little Pony...hell.