Magical Mischief in a Bottomless Pit of Doom

Once upon a very fucking long time there was a magical unicorn that had an addiction to confuddling powder. He no longer cared about the black shiny powder spattered on his nose nor the blood shot eyes. His parents thought of him as a disgrace and his friends were no longer his friends. It's not that they don't like confuddling powder it's just due to the strange things it can make you do. Yet, you never remember any of it. Sadly, I've experienced the stereotypical teenage unicorn drug. The blasted pixies spiked my drink. Gave me enough to confuddle an elephant. I lost a few weeks.

His name, well nobody ever used his anymore. The unicorns preferred to call him obscenely naughty words reeking of magical mischief. Magical mischief was another teen fad that 60% of the school participated in. Nobody can ever define magical mischief, or the uni mafia will personally take you out. This act must remain unknown, if anybody were to define it. Well, lets just say the definition would make you bleed out your ears.

As you may remember me saying earlier, strange events take place involved with people on the mysterious drug. When on confuddling powder it is said that if you dare try magical mischief, you will never return from the state of confuddlement. NEVER! The outcast unicorn was foolish enough to participate in an act of magical mischief and he is now having stimulating conversations with a potato. Tatatery the god of potatoes sent the unicorn to a bottomless pit filled with potatoes of death and despair. Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn.