I like my job, I really like it, I enjoy doing it, I'm thhe best at what I do, but I charge a high price for it, one that not everyone can aford, recently A mysterious ponny and something strange apparently with great resentment and desires foor revenge hired me to rape several ponies in particular, she paid me quite well for that even a little more than what I normally charge, money did not seem like a problem for her, and I noticed she hated all of them too much… They asked me not only to rape these ponies, but to destroy them completely, inside and out, to denigrate them, to humilliate them and make them retighten on the ground like the worms that are… And I can do it, I can cause more damage on my own than what they've seen in their lives… More than an invasion of monsters, traitors or foreigners, more than an entire race trying to prove their superiority, I can do much more damage than all of them, because I am something real, I am an unstoppable force that has always existed in the world, I am the anarchy… I am Night Mist, and this will be his ultimate downfall…
