Hello, dear people who against their better judgement follow me like they're watching a snail and anticipating it to sprout a rocket engine or something. I have a story to tell.

A long time ago in the far off distant year of 2012, a time best known for conspiracy theories and bankruptcy which Hollywood eagerly took control of, something happened. A little zit appeared on the face of ponyfiction, something involving Big MacIntosh, conspiracy theories, and bankruptcy (I think). Enacted by none other than the psychopathic hub of this humble crazy pretentious niche of our fandom that is everything poni, where we all took turns vomiting a chapter forth until our stomachs, mechanical or otherwise, were emptied. Of course, I'm talking about Spanish Announce Table Goes First. Please come help join us.

Well guess what? This same inane group didn't learn its lesson the first time, so here we go again for round two!

(click the image to have your hopes crushed.)

Just who's taking part in this senseless act of self-defecation? Why, none other than these wise and specially treated people! Perhaps you've heard of one or two of them. In no particular order:

TheBrianJ, RedSquirrel456, shortskirtsandexplosions, WardenPony, theworstwriter, Vimbert the Unimpressive, Mist Twister, Pilate, PropMaster, and of course myself. Lest we forget the awesome cover art provided by none other than our dear friend, DarkFlame75. Just how do you know whose turn is whose? It's a bit of a secret at the moment, but don't fret! I'm sure that one way or another you'll figure it out, most likely after our ship sinkers fail to contain themselves.

So what are you still doing here following me? Go read!