Everyone, pony, and thing makes mistakes. Not as many try to fix these mistakes, and even fewer succeed.
Who am I? What do I do? What is my life like? The answers to these questions don't matter anymore. Now, I'm different than I was before. I used to be a brony, but then I found myself in - you guessed it - Equestria. And I was transformed...but not into a pony. Instead, I'm a ruthless, demonic, hate-feeding, pony-slaughtering Windigo. Except I'm not ruthless, demonic, hate-feeding, or pony-slaughtering. My job? I don't know yet, but I'll find out. Give it time.
This is my contribution to the Chess Game of the Gods.







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