It's official: the Brony community has succeeded in winning me over with its multitude of fan-created songs. 

I've been infected. 


_Tainted. _


**Warped.**

_And there's no fucking cure._

Each additional song that I subject my poor, adulterated ears to further drives me ever closer to the heart of the infamous MLP fandom. 

I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

Everything is obscured.

God has forsaken me. 

I am doomed.

I am dead.