Pinkie Pie's Thoughts
I really loved doing the Gardevoir one, but this time, this rant won't be about gender, but something else. And before you get your panties in a twist, this is from PINKIE PIE'S perspective, NOT mine. Enjoy!
Pinkie Pie's POV
You know...one story doesn't mean I'm that officially. What story, you ask? Cupcakes. Sergeant Asshole, I hope you burn alive from Celestia's wrath because now, I'm mostly regarded as a fucking psychopathic murderer with loves to kill her friends. Oh, what's up? Thinking, "Oh! This isn't like you, Pinkie Pie!"
Yeah...but having severe mental issues and ponybalism is, right? Yeah, ok. I thought so. I swear the god, you humans have to be the stupidest fucking species in the entire excistence OF existence. You see one little thing, it gets popular, and right off the bat, you think, "DUUUUR! DAT'S POPULAR SO IT MUST BE CANON NOW, DUR HURR HURR HUUURR!11!11!1"
The day when all humans perish...ahh, that'll be a sweet one! Also...the rule 34. It's already bad enough you faggot ass adult males and teens wallow over cartoon ponies intended for little girls, but then there's a majority of you that wants to FUCK us?! How much of a lonely virgin, which I'm sure is 90% of you, do you have to be to stoop that low? If you despicable excuses of loving lifeforms are that lonely to the point you masturbate over ponies, then you seriously need help. Seriously, I'm NOT kidding.
OH, and another thing: Why, why, why, WHY does everyone assume that whenever I'm Pinkamena, I'm Belarus the second? That's me when I'm sad, NOT crazy. You all babble about how much you love ponies, yet make me look like the mother of Jason, Freddy, and Jeff. Yeah, because that REALLY shows how much you love something, right? RIGHT?! Hah hah, no. I thought so.
In conclusion, I'm not an insane horse who would kill her friends over some treats. Want to know the truth? It actually...hurts me. Yeah, it does, I'm not even lying here! How would YOU feel if one little thing made everyone think you're a vicious, cold-hearted slaughterer with absolutely no empathy whatsoever? Or, if there were thousands of pictures of you being fucked like a whore on the street? Oh wait, as long as it's not happening to you, who gives a fuck, right? Yeah, I figured. So to the human being pieces of shit who like of me in such a way, kill yourselves, and the world will be a better place.
Oh, I have to go make cupcakes- yes, actual cupcakes, you sick-minded fucks- with Fluttershy, now. I just pray that everyone will think of me back as the sweet, lovable pony that everyone used to before that fic. Bye...
You know...this one actually makes me kind of sad, hah hah. Once again, not my thoughts, Pinkie Pie's, although I do agree that the stereotype of her being a ponybalistic mental twat needs to stop. I honestly think that if you think that's what she truly is, you're not a true Brony at all. Anyways, Merry Christmas, and see you all next time. Bye!