Due to a horrific stroke of luck, circumstance and destiny you are now the embodiment of death in Equestria. Your job is to reap the souls of every living being when their time is up, from the smallest rabbit to the cutest little pony. Regardless of status you must also be impartial. And you must physically confront them when you do so before taking their soul to pass on. Do you commit to being a ghastly arbiter of death, even when scared little ponies beg you not to take them?