CIDER! CIDER! CI- wait…

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Penis penis penis penis penis!

@Katastrof  
Good point. Eh, sanity was overrated, anyway.

@Katastrof  
girls<>boys, but guys<>gals.

@Background Pony #26BD  
You are crazy… these three are girls not guys

Call me crazy, but I’m starting to think these three are the bad guys. . .

POWER! POWER! POWER!  
Chikara koso seigi da  
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!  
Tatakai koso shimei da
 
(Rough) translation:  
POWER! POWER! POWER!  
Power makes right  
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!  
We only live to fight

i like the way this cartoon is going to suck.

@ColdhardSilver  
“How in Tartarus did you get into this school?”

Ralph Wiggum: “What’s a battle?”

To quote a beatle. “it’s been done.”

@ColdhardSilver  
i love you.

If it’s war they want, then war they shall have!
 

 
FOR FREEDOM!

@The Smiling Pony  
Don’t worry, we still have plenty of evil colors:  
Purple Is The New Black  
White Hair, Black Heart  
Supernatural Gold Eyes  
Occult Blue Eyes  
etc.

THOSE GREEN GLOWING EYES! I remember those eyes!  

@Background Pony #DBF8  

@The Smiling Pony  
I say we kill every green-eyed Pony. Just in case…

/blinks for emphasis

@Background Pony #A47D  
Well the whole “green = sinister, red = hate” thing is getting kind of old.

I can already see the arguments about eye colors.

In our new Equestria, people will fight and kill to be the best! Not for fun. Not for friendship! Not for what Twilight says is right. Every man will be free to fight his own wars!  
BATTLE! BATTLE! BATTLE!  

tl;dr, but I think it’s appropriate. You know, demons and all.  
“Once there lived a demon who had a peculiar diet: he fed on the anger of others. And as his feeding ground was the human world, there was no lack of food for him. He found it quite easy to provoke a family quarrel, or national and racial hatred. Even to stir up a war was not very difficult for him. And whenever he succeeded in causing a war, he could properly gorge himself without much further effort; because once a war starts, hate multiplies by its own momentum and affects even normally friendly people. So the demon’s food supply became so rich that he sometimes had to restrain himself from over-eating, being content with nibbling just a small piece of resentment found close-by. But as it often happens with successful people, he became rather overbearing and one day when feeling bored he thought: “Shouldn’t I try it with the gods?” On reflection he chose the Heaven of the Thirty-three Deities, ruled by Sakka, Lord of Gods. He knew that only a few of these gods had entirely eliminated the fetters of ill-will and aversion, though they were far above petty and selfish quarrels. So by magic power he transferred himself to that heavenly realm and was lucky enough to come at a time when Sakka the Divine King was absent. There was none in the large audience hall and without much ado the demon seated himself on Sakka’s empty throne, waiting quietly for things to happen, which he hoped would bring him a good feed. Soon some of the gods came to the hall and first they could hardly believe their own divine eyes when they saw that ugly demon sitting on the throne, squat and grinning. Having recovered from their shock, they started to shout and lament: “Oh you ugly demon, how can you dare to sit on the throne of our Lord? What utter cheekiness! What a crime! you should be thrown headlong into the hell and straight into a boiling cauldron! You should be quartered alive! Begone! Begone!”
 
 
But while the gods were growing more and more angry, the demon was quite pleased because from moment to moment he grew in size, in strength and in power. The anger he absorbed into his system started to ooze from his body as a smoky red-glowing mist. This evil aura kept the gods at a distance and their radiance was dimmed.
 
 
Suddenly a bright glow appeared at the other end of the hall and it grew into a dazzling light from which Sakka emerged, the King of Gods. He who had firmly entered the undeflectible Stream that leads Nibbana-wards, was unshaken by what he saw. The smoke-screen created by the gods’ anger parted when he slowly and politely approached the usurper of his throne. “Welcome, friend! Please remain seated. I can take another chair. May I offer you the drink of hospitality? Our Amrita is not bad this year. Or do you prefer a stronger brew, the vedic Soma?”
 
 
While Sakka spoke these friendly words, the demon rapidly shrank to a diminutive size and finally disappeared, trailing behind a whiff of malodorous smoke which likewise soon dissolved.
 
 
The gist of this story dates back to the discourses of the Buddha. But even now, over 2500 years later, our world looks as if large hordes of Anger-eating Demons were haunting it and were kept well nourished by millions slaving for them all over the earth. Fires of hate and wide-traveling waves of violence threaten to engulf mankind. Also the grass roots of society are poisoned by conflict and discord, manifesting in angry thoughts and words and in violent deeds. Is it not time to end this self-destructive slavery of man to his impulses of hate and aggression which only serve the demoniac forces? Our story tells how these demons of hate can be exorcised by the power of gentleness and love. If this power of love can be tested and proven, at grass-root level, in the widely spread net of personal relationships, society at large, the world at large, will not remain unaffected by it. “

@requiem-dirge  
Honestly, the Misfits were better. They had some genuinely enjoyable songs.

And either way, they seem to feed on hatred, and not love.