It is the dead of night and you find yourself wandering along a dirt trail in an abandoned apple orchard. You look up at the trees and you see something so odd you have to take a second look. Instead of apples hanging on the trees there are bodies. Tons of them. After noticing this you begin to hear faint laughter from far off although it’s getting closer.

— Oh lil’ pony… Are you here spying on my farm for Filthy Rich…? Don’t you know it’s rude to trespass? Haha…