It had been about a month since the changeling incident in Canterlot. Everypony is on edge, because stray changelings keep popping up here and there, trying to blend in with the population. Everyone worries that one of their closest friends, or even their family, could not be who they appear to be. But what happens when a pony isn't really that pony...

...but they're not a changeling, either?

Twilight's life is changing very quickly and there is nothing she can do to stop it. Will Princess Celestia still look at her the same way? Will any of her friends? Is the pain worth it if they cannot accept her changes, or is it better to just join the starving?

Twilight Sparkle was not having a good day. Being arrested for crimes she didn't know she committed was bad enough. Having her friends arrested with her was completely uncalled for. And while she was given parole due to the most recent world-threatening event, she and her whole group were being assessed by tagalong pegasus Red Tape.

And all that was before fate-altering entities decided to screw with the narrative.

In short, Twilight is a stressed out angry ball of fur, feathers and horn. And really, it's all your fault, you sick freaks.

....I'm so proud of you.

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Discord suddenly has a protégé of sorts. If only his new student wasn't already a master of the chaotic arts....

After a promising breakthrough with an experimental spell backfires in the worst way possible, Twilight finds herself in a cubed world where she must learn how to use the world around her to survive.

This is Minecraft, placed blocks are locked in place, broken blocks shrink in size to be carried, and mass has no meaning. The monsters are real, rotting zombies, terrifying hairy black spiders, tall lanky creepers are everywhere, and death is not an option.

Will Twilight learn to survive, or will she become something more?

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It had been nearly a year since you won that labor lottery. This job had quickly turned into the best thing that has ever happened to you and your family. From the Grestin checkpoint, you had seen it all; terrorist attacks, long-seperated lovers getting back together, people trying to smuggle drugs into the country...
None of that compares to the day a portal opens to an alternate dimension just outside the walls.
Which is bad, because inevitably that means more papers for you to check and double check.
But still, a job's a job. Might as well keep a straight face about it...
And remember:
Glory to Arstotzka.