"No, it's not real. You're living inside of a hologram, and your existence is at the mercy of extra-dimensional forces. When we find you to be too boring, that may end."
>"What the hell are you talking about? A hologram is just a visualization, not some sort of alternate universe. Do you mean this is a virtual world, like a simulation?"
"I don't know. Who cares? Let's go out for milkshakes!"
>"Is this just some sort of lame excuse to get out of punishment? Act completely bonkers so you can't be held liable for your actions? Well it's not going to work on me, miss… what the hell is that on your nose?"
She reaches out to grab what looks like a folded up piece of paper that was resting on top of your nose. Somehow in the middle of your argument, you had not noticed its existence. She opens it up and reads it aloud.
>"Well that didn't work?"
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The world fades to black and your headache suddenly intensifies. You hear a muttered thud close by, followed by the voice of a familiar purple filly.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.