*IMPORTANT NOTICE* Story is being rewritten! The rewritten chapters will be marked accordingly!

I thought about having a normal life, but everything goes nuts after an not so ordinary day...

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Cover image made by Ackdari from Deviantart.

The Apocalypse was over. Earth was nothing but a smoldering mass of debris and corpses. The Hellguard had won the war, the humans not putting up much of a fight and the Horsemen killing indiscriminately. As the Hellguard returned to the White City, a strange glowing bluish white rune appeared underneath Death and he disappeared. Death awakened to the sight of small, colorful horses. Oh, how his day did not go his way.

Just something some people wanted me to do.

This story is a sequel to Where the grass is green, and the girls are... PONIES? (Chapters Revised)

In this story Chris wakes up to find he has been dead for almost a year, and what his death has done to the ponies of Ponyville, join him as he attempts to undo what damage he did and try and take control of an evil force that surfaces during this story.

2021 Edit: Please be merciful these stories are a product of their time and my inexperience in writing, that said please enjoy what you can anyway!

There is a thing that does not see, that does not sleep, and does not dream. It waits and ponders while it watches with bait. Tantalizing the youngest and fooling the eldest. From a myth forgotten, from a nightmare ended, he walks the forest of the cursed.

The Slender Man.

Prior to Season 3
Story two in my Twidash Challange: Dark Theme
Poem by kitten-ears11

After a party with some friends Chris and his friends are walking home when a large dark purple cloud shoots from the sky and hits them, next thing he knows he's in a forest with a strange blue unicorn pony. He must search to find the reason for his sudden residency in Equestria.

Adventure awaits!

There have been many debates among men whether the multi-verse theory is true or not, but there are some who know the truth. Aquila Cuore, an Assassin from the 19th century. He discovered the hard way the truth of this theory, not even knowing it existed yet. After a traumatic event that would've eventually led to his death, he awoke from unconsciousness in a dark void. Redik Dheavan an aspiring wizard from the world of Dominaria found himself in the same predicament after having a rather one sided battle with a mysterious dark wizard. Little did they know, this would change their lives in a mind wrecking way forever.

This is very much a story going under constant evolution by its writer and accomplices. If you feel that you are not patient enough to last until at least half way through the story. Then this is not the story for you.

Aquila Cuore and Redik Dheavan (C): Eagle Heart.

Life pretty much sucked. I had little to no friends, failing pretty much all classes in school. My parents abuse me and to make it worse they are my only family. That means I'm kinda stuck with them. The only good things in my life are my Video Games and my remaining dignity. After being humiliated in front of the entire school one day. I decided to end my life and make the pain stop. Right as I am about to end it all. There is a knock on the door and I go to see who it is. No one was there and strange scroll laid on the door mat. I unfurl it to read "It is time to come home, brother".

Meet Cyr. He's one of the last of his breed: A Changeling Behemoth, living battering rams that are selected and mutated from the worker caste of the Hive. Aged from centuries of labor and service to his Queen, he grows disgusted and weary of the Changeling's plots and malevolent attempts to feed on love, especially after his capture during the Canterlot wedding. Thus begins a new (and possibly more enjoyable) chapter of his existence.

Looking for his friend, the Engineer crash lands in Sweet Apple Acres. When he learns he just missed him, he demands to be sent home as well. Unfortunately, getting back home won't be as easy as it was for his pyromaniacal friend.

Sequel to Pinkie Pie Meets the Pyro. I suggest you read it, if you haven't already. Imagine watching Rocky IV without watching Rocky III, it's possible, but the story isn't satisfactory and Cthulhu will hunt you down and claim your soul if you do.

Artwork:
'Play me a southern tune' by BlueBirdRae288

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July 22, 2013 Update: Total rework of the chapters, the story is tighter, more coherent, and I would like to apologize to the people who read it before this update. I reread all of it and saw so many obvious mistakes, really shoddy work, again sorry about it, I won't let it happen again.

My name is James Clark, and I am a Private Military Contractor. No, not Mercenary. Yes, there is a difference, but that's beside the point.

Ok, where was I? Ah yes, I was just entering my office in Downtown Houston one afternoon to hear a job offer. When I got there, I found a beautiful, robe-wearing woman waiting for me. Now, in this day and age, most people would find that strange. I didn't for two reasons.

1) In this line of work, you run into a few crazies. If I had a dollar for every nut-job I turned away, I could buy a small European country.

2) It was Halloween. Hell, I was on my way to a party dressed in a replica suit of Veteran Ranger Armor from Fallout: New Vegas, complete with gas mask and real riot gear I borrowed from a friend on the SWAT team. I was gonna win the costume contest for sure!

I'm getting off topic, aren't I? Anyways, this weirdo offered me a job without going into much detail. No location, no objective, not even a dollar amount The only thing I got out of her was the promise that I would be saving thousands, if not millions of lives.

Every instinct told me to turn the job down, and yet I still accepted it. Maybe the idea of playing hero again had its appeal.

God, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.