"If he ever mentions what I just did to anyone, I'm going to murder him in such a brutal fashion that there will be nothing left but a giant mess looking worse than Kael after his latest setback."

An "experiment" gone wrong, a death knight finds himself, his brother and their guild scribe in Equestria, in the shape of the equine race known in this realm as ponies.

As the night approaches, they set up a make-shift camp. Having no need for sleep, the death knight naturally acts as the night watch. To pass time, he starts writing in his journal.

Little does he know what the future has in store for him and his fellow misfits. After all, the universe is an obnoxious bastard.

World of Warcraft crossover.

WARNING: May contain large amounts of nonsense.

(Keeping the old story here until the new one is ready to be published. The new one, while having an actual storyarc and having several differences in events, is similar enough to this one that the site rules require it to be posted here. When that happens, I'll make a link to the googledocs for the chapters you currently see.)

When a motorcyclist is struck by lightning, it sends him to a strange world in a seemingly unexplainable turn of events. With no one able to offer him the answers to his questions, he settles in for the long haul, and looks for a way home.

Lost, injured, and still reeling in the post-traumatic stress of military service, as well as the criminal underground of street racing, he struggles to maintain his very sanity. Little does he know, the friendships that made life worth living for him would be the key to stopping an ancient enemy bent on anarchy and genocide.