Page 1085 - Forces of Personality

I’ve mentioned before that the character of Pinkie Pie tends to autonomously run amok whenever I sit down to write her, yeah?

Now she and Discord get a scene mostly to themselves.

It’s just going to be a constant headache for a while, isn’t it?

Pinkie Pie: ♪ Hmmm hm hmm hm hmmmm ♪ Oh! Hey! Is it my turn? What kinda personalized hellscape to you got for ME?
DM: Wow. Brutally murdered the conceit there.
Pinkie Pie: Haha, sorry! Didn’t mean to pull an Applejack there. I’m just so excited! I can’t wait to see what the manifestation of my inner demons looks like! ‘Cuz like, what’s the point of splitting up under the watchful eye of a chaos god if you’re NOT gonna get tormented by your dark reflection?
Discord GM: Ah, Pinkie. Pinkie Pinkie Pinkie. I hardly need to do anything to you, do I?
DM: You round the corner and spot a vast balloon garden.
Pinkie Pie: A balloon… garden? What do you mean?
DM: In place of what would normally be the usual topiaries and fountains… it’s just great big buckets of balloons throughout the clearing. Some tethered, some floating, some rising into the sky, infinitely replenishing. The bigger ones bear an unnervingly wide cartoon smile. A quiet, echoing, spiritual laughter emanates from each balloon, forming an eerie chorus.
Pinkie Pie: That sounds great! It matches my cutie mark and everything!
DM: I’m… not sure this is going to work.
Discord GM: Have faith. There’s more than one way to descale a dragon.
DM: …There is?