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An Absol's life is full of pain and the tragedy of others but for one, Cres, that pain is much closer to heart. After a year and a day spent praying atop Mt. Coronet Cres is finally given the chance to obtain his long sought after Absolution.

However the strange new world he is thrust into is nothing like the one Cres knows and with the threat of never seeing the one he loves most hanging over his head, can this one Absol really find his peace?

Was originally going to be a short story until we realized that it had to be longer.

Skyrim guard travels the magical land of Equestria, making friends and foes, having adventures and lecturing about proper citizen behavior.

But how will our hero fare against the native ponies with such a short repertoire of phrases? Will he help the land or cause its downfall? Should we follow?

Of course we should!

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Also, all comments saying anything about anything get a prize!

The land of Equestria, ruled by the Royal family, has seen an uneasy peace with the surrounding lands that may be at stake by a force that none of them may be able to stop.
In the land of Oolacile, a brave Knight, one of Gwyn's was sent to halt the spread of the abyss. But he was unable to defeat the abyss.
A hero of a different land will come to learn of a new land and a new threat. One he is all too familiar with.

He never loses a fight.
He can walk through camps of Raiders and defeat them without firing a single bullet.
He has been banned from all of the Strip's casinos, twice.
Someone once reported that bullets turn around and jump back into the gun when he is fired at.
He has survived nearly everything, hardly breaking a sweat all the while.
So what will happen when his luck finally runs out?

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Story complete on its birthday!

You should probably play New Vegas before reading this.

"Happy fuckin' Birthday you glorious bastard of fiction"
~T6, 11/26/2015

The warrior Samurai Jack is locked in a death battle with his people's mortal enemy, the dark wizard Aku. However, before Jack can vanquish this scourge once and for all, Aku tears the fabric of reality and sends Jack into the void. However, instead of going into the future as Aku had planned, Jack crosses into a different dimension entirely, and ends up in a peaceful world inhabited by strange horse-like creatures.
When the evil Jack had fought to destroy follows him to this new world and threatens the peace of this tranquil society, Jack must once again battle the forces of darkness to end the threat of Aku, and get back to his home, where his own desperate people, and the villainous Aku, await.

Officially on hiatus until the strike of further creative impulse. Apologies!

Shikamaru Nara, Chunin of Konoha leads a small band of ninja to capture and execute a rogue Konoha shinobi. A miscalculation on Shikamaru's part not only allows the suspect to escape, but forces him to search for the man in the strangest place he's ever been. Excited at the rare opportunity, one of the locals stresses her duty as "Everypony's friend," determined to make the ninja feel welcomed. All Shikamaru cares about however is completing his mission and returning home.

The story is set in between the Hidan & Kakuzu arc and the Itachi Pursuit arc.

The Changelings have regrouped, and with the help of a new ally from another world, have conquered and enslaved Equestria. The Elements of Harmony manage to cast a desperate spell, a cry for help. One man answers, and shows the conquerors why his name is taken from a bad roll of the dice.

A GI Joe/My Little Pony crossover. GI Joe and MLP:FIM and all associated characters are TM to Hasbro, and I take no creative credit for anything but the story.
My first fanfiction ever. This is more of a preview/beta test for a much larger fanfic to come later. Please comment and let me know what you think.

*Some important information at bottom! Leave some feedback too!*
The Lone Wanderer and The Courier: the names of two legendary figures whose actions forever changed the fate of the wastelands. The Wanderer stood as a shield that defended virtue from vice. And for the Courier...well, he's just a man living in the wild, wild wasteland, looking for a day's caps. Regardless, word of their legendary exploits spread throughout the wastes, but never intersected.

Now, a series of unprecedented events will unite the roads of these two legends. Being projected into the unknown, they decide to work together to adapt to the strange, new world. Could they get used to this new place? Would it be a hero's rest? But they struggle to deal with one person: each other.

More importantly, how do they deal with the colorful ponies that already inhabit the fantasy world called Equestria?

How will the Courier cope with a world without toasters or video games?

*Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership over the Fallout series. All rights go to Bethesda Softworks.*

This is also my first human-equestria story. I'm not sure if I should continue or not; this is more of a one-shot kinda thing, but I might keep adding more chapters. Let me know what'cha think! Bigger chance that I would continue! Hope you enjoy!
*If you are also interested in pre-reading or being an editor, send me a private message, I'll answer as soon as I can.*

My name is James. I'm your typical student: I sleep. I do my homework, all that jazz.

But, I mostly love to game. Gaming is my passion.
I have played a wide variety of video games throughout my lifetime. Some, I hate. Some I love. Some I haven't even played yet.

So, when I'm offered to have a chance to become a person in some foreign world, wielding the power of every video game I've ever played, I jumped at the chance.

...What the hell did I get myself into?

(My first, true HiE fic! All criticism welcome!)

When fortune hunter Nathan Drake discovers a secret operation on a remote island he unknowingly sets a two thousand year old plan in motion. Drake finds himself thrust into a a new world he didn't know existed and his only hope of return lies in the hooves of forces be barely understands.