Comic Con is fun and all, but take my advice – don’t go in cosplay. The odds of you running into this guy are raised by around 28%, and you’ll only realise it’s him when it’s too late. He’s got this whole “Shop that wasn’t there 5 minutes ago” deal going, and he can seriously mess up your plans for the next few millennia.

Anywhoup, you all know the story. Comic con, fancy dress, merchant, final piece of the costume and bang, one way ticket to Pastel Pony Princess Place. Then, due to shenanigans, you end up on Sunbutt’s bad side and get stoned. Literally.

I’M BORED!!! If only something interesting could happen! When I get out of here, ponyland had better beware, ‘cos one wrong word Murpy’s way and it’ll get Jinxed!

There is a bedroom in one of the towers of the Castle of the Pony Sisters, superbly preserved under many layers of spells meant to keep it safe and secure, waiting upon the return of its occupant. Decorated in navy, violet and black, it is a safe guess as to whom it used to host in its glory days.

The east-facing windowsill is of no particular immediate significance. Like all the others, it holds objects from a bygone age, relics of past adventurers who found themselves at odds with the Sisters and fell against them. However, upon this particular windowsill rest two nondescript items that differ from all the others in that room. To anypony who were to see them, nothing about them screams that they are from another world. They lay there, safe in their inconspicuousness, silently waiting.

The ship in a bottle and the tricorn hat sit on their windowsill, from which can be seen, with an extremely good eye, the city of Baltimare and Horseshoe Bay, waiting for their master to reclaim them.

Edit - As suggested by the comments I should note that this story will not be up for crossovers with other displaced. Yet.

So you want to hear a story, eh? One that involves the threat of global war, a small group of heroes desperately trying to put a stop to that war, a tale of heroes and villains, that kind of thing? Too bad, this isn't that story. Not yet, anyhow. Princess Luna has asked that our adventures be written up for posterity, so that’s what we’re doing now. Hey you ol’ bag of trix, say hi to Posterity for me. Hello Posterity! I don’t know who you are, but hopefully I’ll meet you at some point.

What? Well why didn’t you tell me that before? I thought Posterity was a pony. Well you might as well take that out then. Hold on a sec, what are you writing? Well I know I’m dictating to you, you don’t have to write literally everything I say down. Yeah, exercise some common sense for once. Ok, ok, hypocrite I may be, but still.

Where was I? Ah yes, posterity. Anywho, before I tell you that story, I should probably tell you about Sale Craft first. Now this tale was told to me by his sister over a few mugs of ale when we visited Appleoosa a few months back, and I think is a good way to introduce him. So, without further ado, let me introduce Sale Craft, and tell you the tale of the Madness of Manehatten.

It all begins on the great north road to Manehatten...

Note - bloody writers block