My name, although it'd be nice to give you. ain't important. What is important, is making sure I stay sane. Now, what I need you to do, is take everything you see within this tome and spread it as far and wide as you can, I am trapped in a godforsaken land with a Stalker Princess, a twerp who does not know how to use magic, an asshat who doesn't know how to kEEP HER MOUTH SHUT and a few others I wish not to name to save space on paper. If I've caught and held your attention for long enough then good, because I forgot to mention that these beings I've refered to, are Ponies. Yes.

Ponies.

*ahem*

JOIN THE HUMAN, YOUR STEREOTYPICAL AVERAGE JOE (not their actual name but placeholder for now) AND THEIR ADVENTURES WITH THE CACOPHANY OF COLORS SIX - THERE WILL BE LAUGHTER, TEARS, GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES AND MAGIC THAT WILL CAUSE-

*vomits off screen*

-eugh, MAGIC THAT WILL CAUSE FRIENDSHIP

The long of it, is that this may have been a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have taken the offer. Maybe I would still be sane enough to retell this story in its absolute grandeur.

I took the offer, because it was my job. It's what I signed up to do. If it would protect those of whom I cared about, then you can be damn sure I would try my hardest...

Even if it killed me.

O.o.O.o.O

Based off of the mobile game, Slaughter Horse and Town Of Salem

I will admit to the guilt of being a loner. Personally, I like the silence. It means more me time, rather than me and someone else time.

Oh but wait. That's right, as fate would have it, suddenly I'm in neck level expenses in covering for a particular mare that just so happened to knock on my door as though she was a freaking Jehovah's witness.

Do I have time to learn about the almighty god, Pinkie Pie?

No.

I don't.

To be honest, I've been saying that alot lately...

It seems like it might be an ordinary day. Only if you count ordinary as waking up in an unfamiliar place.

And it's not just that, Vinyl can't remember her name, what happened to her life, and where in Equestria she is.

The only thing she has is a name to keep her going.

-o-

A sideline story that details the sort of humble beginnings of the mysterious D.S.P.I.

You can find out how this group is doing here and while at it, give the author (A.K.A DungeonMiner) their respective thanks for making an amazing story.

Bage Gale, prounounced 'Beige'; Guard, Castaway, Inmate, thief, schizophrenic, crazy, and convict... just escaped from prison.

Process of escaping: Using a withered plate as a bludgeon to foil a Prison Guards attempt to sedate him. Next step was leaping over a 40 hoof wall and galloping into the night with an item of interest.

Case in point, no prison is that good at holding someone. Now there's a weird pyscho on the loose, who has something very important in his possesion. Question is though,

What trouble will it get him into long the line? Better yet, what can Bage do to get into trouble?

Contains a diabolical amount of procrastination and sass.