He never loses a fight.
He can walk through camps of Raiders and defeat them without firing a single bullet.
He has been banned from all of the Strip's casinos, twice.
Someone once reported that bullets turn around and jump back into the gun when he is fired at.
He has survived nearly everything, hardly breaking a sweat all the while.
So what will happen when his luck finally runs out?

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Story complete on its birthday!

You should probably play New Vegas before reading this.

"Happy fuckin' Birthday you glorious bastard of fiction"
~T6, 11/26/2015

A man wakes up only to find that, rather than lazing on his couch, hes in an ancient castle in a fictional world. And top it all off, in the body of one of the world's biggest villains.

While he plans how to spend this oddly realistic dream, using what little he knows of the show to tip things in his favor, he will soon find that not everything follows the script he knows.

Will be adding tags if need br, I like the cover art I have at the moment, may change it later.

I do hope you enjoy this little brain worm of a story!

This story is a sequel to A Passing Through Kamen Rider

Almost one year has passed since we last left Wyatt Matthews. In that time he and his friends have been preparing for the fight against Dai-Shocker. With their goal of taking the fight to the universe conquerors in sight, Wyatt is left with questions. Why does Dai-Shocker want to capture him? And can he defeat them before he ever has to find out?

Ugh.
Alright, do you want some advice?
Don't go evil if you don't want to have heroes trying to kill you repeatedly. I know, sometimes you have to do things that are morally questionable, but at others, just be a good guy. Wait in line rather than summon a horde of undead to tear the throats out of everybody except the barista. Or just freeze everybody in place. That's at least funny in a conventional sense.
I'm (sort of) reformed now.
Unfortunately, there're these six mares and their ruler who are making this VERY DIFFICULT.

EDIT: After four days, the Featured streak has ended. It was a good run.
EDIT: Featured again on 10 May? Aw, stahp it guys. Stahp.

EDIT: New coverart courtesy of Leila Drake. Go to her and commission stuff.

David Tennant, once the tenth Doctor, retired. Or so, he was supposed. He was asked to come to a con dressed as Ten which he did. Nothing compared to his surprise at a perfect replica of the TARDIS. He asked the man how much it was. A measly amount for a beautiful recreation. He opens the door steps inside, and its black.
The last thing he remembers is the Merchant grinning at him and looking at a screen.

Cancelled, for now.

Time, the ever-flowing measure of action. It is not a physical thing that one can touch or feel, but an abstract thought of the difference between now, then, and later; it is the indefinite continued progress of existence. What happens when one has the ability to control time? He is deemed one of the most powerful beings on the planet, for he can stop you in your tracks without any effort at all.

I am this being.

I control Time.

If you're wondering why this story is canceled, check my blogs. I am rewriting it, and will post the new version under a new title. Do not worry.

Featured on 7/6/14 thank you all!!

And featured again on 3/3/15, after it was canceled!!! What has this world come to?!?!

If you're too lazy to read it yourself, (I don't blame you, I do this myself, sometimes) listen to my good friend, The Naive Narrator, read it on his video, Time Ticks on Chapter one! Give him some love!

This is my first LoHAV/LoHAH story. I know how hated the genera is, because it's so overused, but I like the idea of being taken from your home only to be shoved into a world where you don't belong.

Also, some credit is due in the department of the idea. The steampunk theme was inspired by the story Son of Invention, a great story to read if you like this one. The character of Mike goes to this image. I looked for a long time and the closest I could get to the artist was this page.

Thank you for reading and please tell me what you think in the comments.

PS. Any and all chapters in this story are subject to change without notice. I will periodically go back into past chapters and rewrite something that doesn't mach with what is currently going on, so if something seems off, that would be why. Do not PM me telling me how "you didn't tell us that you changed that" or "but it was like this" or any of that stuff. As mentioned before, I will probably not tell anyone about it.

Time, the ever-flowing measure of action. It is not a physical thing that one can touch or feel, but an abstract thought of the difference between now, then, and later. It is the indefinite continued progress of existence. What happens when one has the ability to control time? He is deemed one of the most powerful beings on the planet, for he can stop you in your tracks without any effort at all.

This is a rewrite of the rewrite. The original Time and Time Again has been removed. I hope you all enjoy this version better.

The picture is credited to Shoshin005. I added the words myself with a simple editing tool. (why can't full Pixlr be free anymore?! )

I happen to be a huge Starcraft fan. So, when Comic-Con came to town, I just had to go as a zerg—my favorite race—of my own devising. The only thing that I could not make or get in time, were some clawed gloves that go with my outfit. So when I saw the perfect pair, I just had to buy and try them on. So, then I blacked out and found myself in the land of techno-colored ponies. And I discovered that I was not in control of my actions; it was the genocide named Prime Directive that was in control. And so, the zerg spread over half of Equestria before they managed to blast me with the rainbow. I was turned to stone, and I ended up becoming the one in charge. Now I need to convince the ponies that I'm not evil anymore. (My first fic, and a LoHAV. Thanks to all constructive critics that are helping me, or have helped me.)

200 likes! WOOOO!

Who was I...
It doesn't matter. The mind was willing, but the flesh was weak.
And the Kraahkan... it changed me. Told me how to accomplish my goals... turned my weak flesh into strong, hard steel and antidermis.

I am Teridax, the Shadow of Equestria. Or, as the guards of Tartarus know me, Prisoner 0.

And I've served my sentence.

This story is a sequel to The Life and Times of an Alchemist Turned Pony

A tower sits in a plain, surrounded by nothing for miles. It is a faithful reconstruction to one that existed before.
Should one have permission to enter, they would find five doors besides the one they used to enter.
Should they ask and be allowed, they could find their way to the bedroom of the master of the tower.
And should they know exactly where to look, they would find his journal, and learn of what happened back in the old world...
The journal of Auric Fulcrum, and it would detail his adventures in Equestria before forming his new life in a new existence...