Well, my most distubing moment came from using the ponymod, so bear with me.
Well, within this mod, there are four main castes of ponies. The most powerful of them are royals, effectivly semi-deific creatures with wings and a sharp horn.
Well, in any case, around year five, along with the usual migrents, I get my first Royal. White mane with purple stripes with white fur and black wings. A rarity, considering how many color combinations there are in the mod, and I get a cool one. Anyway, this guy was a good Wrestler,Kicker and general beast in unarmed fighting, so I decide to let him into the military. All goes good for my little godling, until the zebra came.
Numbering at nearly forty zebras, including a few fliers and not one but two members of there royal caste among them, they stormed the fort. My squad of spearponys, Earth ponies that have slain dragons and buffalo alike, take down only half of them before all being hacked to peices. My untrained recruts only had numbers on there side, and even a fully armored pony can only stand so much before dieing. Even the trained Elephant, wise in the ways of Boat-murdering, could take eight down before even it dies, among them one of the zebra royals.
Neverless, my savior stood in full body armor, armed with his horn and hooves, and alowed no zebra into the fort. He avoided all attackes, years of training preparing him for this day. He cripples zebras in mid-flight, and caves in the skulls of every zebra that so much as gets near him. However, the whip-users come into play. Reduced to less than seven zebras, all who are left are a few crippled fliers and nothing less than the Whip using royal. They dual in the sky, with the Emperor outmached. All seemed like the godling could get out of it unscathed, until the zebra made a very lucky strike.
It severed his horn.
Neverless, he killed the zebra and returned to the fort, albet without his link to magic.
Later, while fighting a Giant Eagle, his left wing is ripped off in mid-flight. The resulting fall breaks his back legs. His squadmates finnish the beast off, but leave there friend behind.
Over the next few months, he is forced to fight off animals, such as raccons and rats, and takes on many rips and tears due to it. Eventualy, his leg heals, and he goes inside. Lacking both a wing and a horn, his only real use was in mining. He soon could throw himself into his work, and soon became a legendary miner. All this was great until he got into a fight with a Magmapony. He had few friends before then, most of them dieing with the zebras. A few actualy disliked him. His wife, after around ten min's real time after the marrige, decided to off herself by flinging herself off a chasme. Neverless, he was always rather cheerfull, and did not seem to care about all of his mistreatments .His entire body now horrably disfigured,and after a few months after that incedent, did what every pony would do after something finaly realising jsut how horrific you life has been: Go utterly insane.
The blood was everywhere. The crippled god basicly raped everything in its path, mudering foals and stallions alike with his hooves. His hooves killed more in a few minutes than the army did in years. The fallen champion of the fort, this one-winged angel of death, made a fort of sixty-seven ponies become a graveyard of twelve in less than twenty minutes. Eventualy, his unarmored body was peirced with so many arrows that his organs where eventaly punctured and fell. The fort was that taken by a zebra raid in less than a hour after that.
So ends the tale of a god among ponies,he whose name is Deduk Tatlosherith.
Rest in peace, Deduk. Rest in peace.