Princess Celestia comes to visit you, but she gets stuck in the most embarrassing manner possible.

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The seas of Gaia are filled with privateers and warmongering pirate lords. With the slow progress of naval advancement, these vile people have roamed free of judge. One stormy day that all changed. The sea summoned a judge, jury and executioner of justice. This judge is the soul of Admiral Hanz Ravenmark and his ship H-44 GERMANIA!
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WE DID IT! AS OF Feb 1st of 2020 This story has reached 1000 views
Cancelled may 7th 2021 due to author leaving the community. For more about that read the final blog post

An object of unknown origins crash lands in the no-pony's land between Equestria and Gryphon territory. Princess Luna and Twilight Sparkle race to beat the Gryphons to the crash site, but discover more to the crash than they originally thought.

Heya, I'm Sans, Sans The Skeleton. I... Don't remember much of anything before waking up in a pastel colored world full of talking ponies. I like it here, it's peaceful here.

If there are bad guys that need stopping, I'm your skeleton to call.

The birds are singing, flowers are blooming, all I gotta ask is this question to the villains that try and hurt the people that are close to me...

Do You Wanna Have A Bad Time???

While going out for a drive, a young woman named Cassy becomes inexplicably lost in a strange new world beyond her imagining. The fact that she has also somehow been unwillingly turned into a weird spider monster is not helping either, especially as far as a few of the locals are concerned.
And she only has so many cigarettes.

This story is a comment-driven tale, wherein the events that take place throughout are decided by the readers themselves.
Conflicting tags: Adventure/Slice of Life. Potentially many others, but that remains to be seen as of now.
T rating for some tobacco use, particularly early on, though I don't necessarily endorse it.
Cover art by yours truly.
Also it is a Displaced

They called me a monster, maybe I am one, but sometimes, in order to protect the innocent, you have to take a few drastic measures, bit that was the past, now I just want to build.

My name is James Clark, and I am a Private Military Contractor. No, not Mercenary. Yes, there is a difference, but that's beside the point.

Ok, where was I? Ah yes, I was just entering my office in Downtown Houston one afternoon to hear a job offer. When I got there, I found a beautiful, robe-wearing woman waiting for me. Now, in this day and age, most people would find that strange. I didn't for two reasons.

1) In this line of work, you run into a few crazies. If I had a dollar for every nut-job I turned away, I could buy a small European country.

2) It was Halloween. Hell, I was on my way to a party dressed in a replica suit of Veteran Ranger Armor from Fallout: New Vegas, complete with gas mask and real riot gear I borrowed from a friend on the SWAT team. I was gonna win the costume contest for sure!

I'm getting off topic, aren't I? Anyways, this weirdo offered me a job without going into much detail. No location, no objective, not even a dollar amount The only thing I got out of her was the promise that I would be saving thousands, if not millions of lives.

Every instinct told me to turn the job down, and yet I still accepted it. Maybe the idea of playing hero again had its appeal.

God, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Steve, the builder and shaper of Minecraftia, gets teleported to Equestria on still unknown reasons.. May it be Herobrine or some other unknown force.. We will find out.

Someone goes to an anime convention dressed as Ryo Shimazaki from Mob Psycho 100. He admired the character, wishing he could live like that. Go out and have fun, enjoy the use of powers without having to care much about anything else, drop the boring shackles of modern society.

He hadn't expected to get the chance of a lifetime at this convention, a new life where he could do whatever he wanted.

All it cost was his eyes.

It's ironic how everything came to pass. One moment you're moments away from just...ending your pain only to have your life flipped from depressing madness, to less depressing madness with more colored ponies around.
So long story short a friend of mine gave me a 'replica' weapon of Coyote Starrk. As a gesture of friendship a lot of people would be like 'that's awesome! Thanks!' for me...I did say 'thank you, this is nice' and did enjoy it but I wasn't really in the 'right mind' at the time. When I looked over it it just so happened to actually be a real pistol...sadly that's not something you want a depressed person to have at times, and sadly it wasn't one of those 'safe times'.

So when I wrote down my apology to everyone, and made sure to tell everyone what my stuff sold for and or who wanted them they could have it....I put it up to my head and fired.

Now that's where my old story ended, my new story starts with a little girl kicking me in the stomach for literally no reason while ponies are staring at me like I just committed murder...and in some way I did.

Here's a fun and depressing story that actually go hand in hand with me wanting to write something nice but vent problems with me. Hope you like it. There will be depressing and slight suicidal thoughts that I do not promote in any sense, sad things, and being mean to ponies when they want to help