EXAMPLE 3 [Dark Writing]

Darkness, the absence of light, ignorance, the absence of mind, heartless, the absence of a heart. Friendship is ********, run over by madness. Who am I you may be asking, I say mind your own ******** business. I live in the edge of the Evergreen Forest, where no pony ventures. I don’t like visitors, well sometimes I do. When I run out of decoration, I use the hides of ponies, and their entrails as ******** banners, streamers, anything I can make with them.
What’s that? I’m insane? We’re all insane, as I stated before, friendship, is, ********. I have not a name, I have not a soul. I’m a loner, no pony ever cared about me before, so I care not of how ******** gruesome it may be to kill them. A knife into the throat, a bullet through the brains, or a spike shoved up their ******** tailhole. It’s a mad world out there, and I’m to blame. It’s all a ******** game to me, and all the ponies are my pawns.
I kill whoever I want, whenever I ******** want to. That reminds me, I had a couple of visitors today. I think you all know her well. He turns away to reveal the mayor pony herself, tied onto wooden slabs with bone clamps, he tightened them, snapping the bones with a deafening crack. The mayor pony shot up in pain, crying in pain. He turned back, face still concealed, “See? She’s a weak pathetic little thing, how she survived being mayor, we’ll never ******** know.” He turned back, laughed into the camera, “And you’re going to witness her very death, before your very eyes.” He turned back to the mayor pony, and started by cutting her limbs off one by one.
She screamed to no prevail, “Oh the bloody screams of a pony in pain. Music to my ears, death sings a sweet tune. You just have to listen, closer…” He stabbed the scalpel directly into the sternum of the mayor pony, she let out one final long, blood curdling scream, and died upon the table. “The tune, comes to those who listen for it. For if you don’t listen, it will pass you by. A lifetime of regret, you will hold near to you. There will be a great cleansing. The Apocalypse, starts, now… Good luck surviving out there, madness will reign for centuries. And the sky, will go red with blood.” He laughed insanely, a finale message to the ponies, that played on all screens and T.V.s in all of Equestria. Starting with Princess Celestia herself, she saw it and over time went mad. Killing ponies left and right, with the annihilation of Canterlot. And she was soon preparing a nuclear strike on all of Equestria, to ensure, no pony would survive. Ponies ran in panic, woe running and fear striking the hearts of millions of ponies. The weak, the hopeless, and the hated, no matter what. All life from that point on, was completely ********.