[Rock Kingdom] The Player Throws a Dreamweaving Prism Ball

The day the Rainbow Pony disappeared, my world seemed to go dim too. My Rainbow Pony, you promised you'd be my workhorse, let me ride you, and lay an egg for me. How could you leave me first?

The Winged King rejected my lewd advances and smacked me with a wing.

A kind upperclassman just passing by patted my shoulder. I grabbed his wrist in return and sincerely asked, "Senior, can a necrophilia fetish be cured?"

The senior took half a step back and advised me earnestly, "Stay away from pictures of Teacher Shirley."

I lay in despair on top of Magic Cat's belly, wailing about this cold and heartless world.

The newly hatched little unicorn poked its head out from behind Magic Cat. "Am I going to get scolded too?"

A novel born of getting way too into the mobile game Rock Kingdom. Arrows fly in every direction, and there's a major made-up-stuff warning.

The perspective is that of an absurdist player, but the story itself is in third person. The rule is, I write whatever I dream up. I started writing mainly to get revenge on the Winged King for always attacking first and killing my pets during story missions. I was so mad! All I did was say a few things about how great Iris was, and then the Winged King kept hunting me down.

The story is now complete, ending at the close of Season 3.

The character reference images aren't of the protagonist. I just commissioned a bunch of gorgeous pictures and wanted to show them off.

Theme: Death is a cool summer night, a worry-free sleep for those who can rest.