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Post by NovaLuna on Apr 1, 2005 13:09:06 GMT -5
The psychologist's office was painted many bright, cheery colors. Red, green, blue, even some gold here and there. It was made to look like a playroom, with beanbag chairs sitting on opposite sides of a cute purple table. Looking closely, however, a clipboard and some rorchach tests could be seen leaning inconspicously in one corner of the room. On closer inspection of the clipboard, you would find it held the names of ponies that had come to see Solarvoid lately and that each one had a check in a box beside it. On the bottom of the clipboard it would say- "March 29, 2005: My hypothosis was correct. Nobody seems to notice that the patients come out emotionless untill I'm long gone. Of course, ponies are always too wrapped up in their own buisness to care about anyone else. I have arrived in ponyville and am starting work here. I can sense strong souls. They might be hard to get, but it will be worth it. My power will grow. No, this was not a playroom. Not at all. WARNING: As you no doubt saw, solarvoid is NOT a real psychologist! She sucks out the feelings and souls of ponies. When you come here, please tell me if you want her to suck out your pony's soul (fat chance..... I can hope, can't I? ) Or if you want to escape unharmed. Thanks! Solarvoid psychology is open for buisness!
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