You ever have one of those days where you've woken up after a great night drinking with your friends, and you discover you've been turned into a colourful talking horse with a tattoo on its rear end?
No?
Well I have, so shut up.
The name I've taken for myself is Sharp Sight. I won't bother telling you my real name, since it's not gonna be used that much and you probably won't remember it.
This will mostly account my figuring out why I'm a technicolor equine and getting used to having four legs and seeing purple and blue horses talking, flying and using magic like it's nobody's business.
I don't have a 'waifu' to chase down and use my improbable charisma to get her to fall in love with me within minutes, so don't expect any of this.
On the other hand - or hoof, whichever floats your particular tea set - if you want to watch a snarky pony fall over his own legs and be frightened by his own shadow from the possibility of it coming to life and trying to eat his face, then this is the read for you.
So fire away and enjoy yourself. Laugh if you can, and feel free to leave any feedback. Believe it or not, it's appreciated.
