"Make sense? Oh, what fun is there in making sense?"

I have several done years of RPing, and this has taken me to countless different forums and, if you are at all familiar with RP forums, let me tell you, they were the lowest of the low some six or seven years ago.

In one of these forums, a legendary tale happened, a tale that, if I can ever recommend one thing to you, it is this:

The Ballad of Edgardo.

A story that happened to an anonymous RPer years ago.

Anyone will be able to appreciate it (and trust me, you will), but if you are kinsmen or kinswomen to me, if you ever had to experience the shittiest of RP forums and their terrible userbases, particularly that one guy that does whatever he wants and is an asshole that clearly godmods but gets away with it because the actual mods don’t give a damn, you will find the beauty behind the ballad that much brighter.

Just trust me on this one. It’s not a particularly long read, either.

To say Discord was shocked to see this… whatever it was… was a definite understatement. He assumed it was some sort of pony, given the body structure; he attributed… her? …Yes, her; regardless, her blatant ignorance of physics was attributed to the chaos energy he sensed within her. Regardless, it looked enough like a pony to treat it like one!

“Pandomia! What a lovely name! And Rosalia’s your mother? Oh, she’s such a peach~; and hmmmm… given you know her, and that whole ‘disciple of chaos’ title… you must know of my alternates~! I’ve picked out the name ‘Mish-Mosh’ to set myself apart from them, so… there’s that!” Mish-Mosh explained jovially, attempting to be helpful to his new friend.

“Human, human...,” Mish-Mosh muttered under his breath, pondering the name. “...you mean those things with pasty, mostly furless skin that conquered their magicless world by virtue of being the first creatures capable of basic tool-crafting? I’ve met a few in my extradimensional vacations, and gleaned secondhand information about the ones from the world Twilight’s extradimensional missions take her to; though apparently, the ones in that world are tinted the color of their counterpart’s fur, rather than the typical ‘fleshy’ colors I’ve seen myself. I attribute that to the dimension somehow being some kind of extreme offshoot of our own, and Twilight’s admitted I may have a point; after all, it’s a great big omniverse out there...”