4th Week: Incident [Visual]

[ponykreutzer]

(The visual opens with a familiar, albeit jittery mare looking over her shoulders and rubbing her foreleg. She seems exhausted and nervous about something, but is doing her best to keep a straight face.)

How long has it been since the Pale Pony made her appearance? It feels different, like weeks have passed. I...can't remember anything past that day.

(Hey eyes keep moving about, frantically looking for something.)

I tried reading her thoughts that day, but she knew what I was doing. I couldn't read hers...but I heard the thoughts of so many others. So many voices crying out from within her. Countless voices...nngh!

(The Reaper winces, but shakes her head.)

...That is all.

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[visual]

[ponykreutzer]

(Distorting reality with their presence? For one to be that strong, you'd need powers far beyond man. To encompass all of that sound through her...)

Who are you?

[visual]

[controledfreak]

The who is really rather irrelevant here. My name has no value to you as I find it highly improbably that you have heard of me. Indeed, any other name that could be devised would be no more better to explain me than my own.

No... the question that you are really seeking the answer to is "What am I?"

[visual]

[ponykreutzer]

What, indeed.

(There's only one type of being that Kreutzer can think of.)

If I'm not mistaken, there were people back home who worshiped beings like you. Occultists who spoke inanity and made regular sacrifices to those they called Outer Gods and Great Old Ones. Several sought to release Cthulhu from his prison, R'lyeh, for example.

Do any of these names and terms mean anything to you?

[visual]

[controledfreak]

[Well, color her impressed.]

No. There are many of us, and only a few take on names. Though for us to know us all would be impossible, even for the greatest of our number.

[visual]

[ponykreutzer]

I see.

In any case, I'll be sure to avoid your thoughts. I've learned my lesson after the first eldritch creature.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

[She nods.]

Truly there are some things your mind are better off not attempting to fathom.

Though I do pity you for this inadequacy.