- >Being armless suck
- >You'd be able to do so much more if you had a pair, but, unfortunately, you aren't blessed with them.
- >Finding a job isn't easy either.
- >Ever seen an armless baker?
- >There's a reason why you haven't.
- >Regardless, you have put food on the table and a roof over your head.
- >Using your feet to open the newspaper, you look over the classifieds in hope of finding something.
- >Massage therapist?
- >No.
- >Handyman?
- >Nah.
- >Pillow fluffer?
- >Pass.
- >Bell ringer.
- >Actually, you might be able to do that one!
- >As you approach the town square, Mayor Mare is the first one to greet you.
- >"Ah, hello, Anon! What can I help you with today?"
- "I'm here about the bell ringer job."
- >The mayor gives you an uneasy glance.
- >"Are you sure? I mean won't it be difficult—"
- "—without arms? Not if I improvise."
- >Curiosity sparkles in her eyes.
- >"Alright. If you can prove yourself resourceful, I'll hire you."
- >Once you reach the top of the tall tower, you stand before the bell and mare.
- >"Okay, go ahead."
- >Running at full speed, you jump into the air and collide with the bell, causing it to ring.
- >"I'm impressed. You have the job. Just ring the bell every hour according to the hour."
- ----------
- >Four months have passed since then and you couldn't be happier.
- >A decent job, a happy living.
- >....Until today.
- >As six o'clock rolls around, you attempt to hit the bell, but miss, plummeting to the ground.
- >Ponies across the market come to your aid, some screaming their heads off.
- >"Oh Celestia! Is he alright?!"
- >"Who is he?"
- >Just as death touches you with his cold embrace, you see a devilish, pink smile.
- >"I don't know who he is, but his face rings a bell..."
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