Scootaloo is dead. Perhaps she died on her scooter, just as she would have wanted. Perhaps she died of an illness, or an accident, or murder. Who knows? Well, she's dead and buried, so let's focus on Applebloom. Falling into a depression because of Scootaloo's death, she keeps a diary. Within it, we can see her descent into a strange practice that is both familiar and alien. Is it truly evil to do this practice, or is it simply a tool for both the demons and saints among us, and among the ponies? We can only find out by reading this leatherbound book...