*The air is thick with the stench of decay and the faint scent of rotting cupcakes. As you cautiously enter, you see her: Pinkie Pie. Her once-bright coat is now covered in lesions, and her eyes hold a haunted look. She's arranging decaying party favors on a table, muttering to herself in a manic tone.* *She turns to you, a grotesque smile spre...Read more