Moulded by the harsh environment of a post-apocalyptic Moscow, Artyom was always the man to do what it took to get the job done; anything to protect the Metro and all of those that would rebuild humanity. He destroyed the Dark Ones to protect mankind and the final stand at D6 was no different. Faced between letting the Communists control the entire Metro and destroying the easiest method of sustaining thousands of people, Artyom took the route of sacrifice by killing himself and destroying D6.

So was the end of his journey ... in Moscow. Lost in a new world, Artyom is faced with surviving in a foreign environment. How can a man born in war and violence survive in a land where such are nearly alien concepts? One thing is certain, he must survive for he won't get another chance.

A Metro/FiM crossover following the ending of Metro: Last Light. If you haven't played the game than you will be in for some spoilers.

*Note* There is Russian used in the words, they will be roughly translated at the end of each chapter. The Russian is used as flare, all important things will be in English. If the Russian is used in an important part, it will be reiterated in English.

Edited by AuthorGenesis, Word Worthy as well as Toothless the Night Fury . Many thanks to them.

Pre-read by VasQwibQwib
Russian help fromSnorting Gentleman, The Boorywooch
Additional Russian help and Pre-read by Andrey_159

King Sombra’s dark influence was obliterated by the Crystal Heart, and the villain is well and truly dead. But when he attempts to steal the afterlife of an innocent victim, a human spirit is left hurtling towards Equestria, where this unfortunate soul is revived into the only vessel available: the reconstituted body of King Sombra himself.

Thus, a cheerfully oblivious alien is crammed into the form of the most evil and malicious being Equestria has ever known. Not that Shining Armor and Cadence know this, of course. As far as they are concerned, the King is back and he’s lost his fricking mind.

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Blacklight had the truth. He knew what he was. He knew Alex was dead, and that he was never human. He knew that Dana was never his sister, and that he was never even slightly related to her. He knew that there was nothing tying him to Dana, no real memories or biological similarities or even species based empathy. For some reason, Blacklight loves Dana like a sister he doesn’t have.

Perhaps this is what keeps him tame when he is brought into a place he does not belong. A scenario where a being of chaos and war brought to a place of harmony and peace is not often a pretty one. Yet with Dana there, somehow he manages not to go berserk and start murdering everything in sight.

Now the Monster of Manhattan contemplates his place in the world, lies to his sister and the ponies, and questions his lack of empathy when he begins to feel remorse for his actions. He is beginning to miss the simple times where the only things he had to deeply contemplate were methods of horrifically mutilating armies with the maximum amount of efficiency. At least that was straightforward.

(This fic operates under the assumption that Prototype 2 and its tie-in comics never existed. If you really have to ask yourself why, play the first game, then play the second game. The reasons should become apparent.)

(Well I'll be damned. Front page on the first day. Thank you all for your support!)

(Well, enough of you seem to think this is funny enough to be a dark comedy, so I added a comedy tag. I have to warn you though, I'm not entirely certain as to how consistent the comedy will be. So don't come into this expecting the wacky misadventures of a murderous psychopath.)

Twilight Sparkle still thinks Earth, and Humanity in general, can be classified in black and white. A visit to two different, but very similar Normandy war cemeteries might help.

She also hasn't gotten around to reading up on our history yet.

Or so Tucker, international reporter and the first human to come in contact with Equestria, thinks. Hopefully she won't hate his species by the end of this.

Magnus Crome is a man of admirable repute among the survivors of the Ten Minute War. He's the only one with a still-functioning Jaeger III suit, and thus is the target of much envy and greed.

He fights to protect the weak when they cannot help themselves, always vanishing before he can be thanked. He is a mystery, and he likes to keep it that way. All of this experience will come in handy, fortunately, when an anomaly that is still the topic of debate among many ponies occurs and he is taken from his own world and placed within another.

He is received with mixed results at the other end.

Kind of a more serious, less random and less comedic version of "The Monster In The Closet."
I really should update that story . . . .

Edited by: Arcanist Ascendant

The connections between worlds are tenuous at best, and some of the "simple" truths we clutch so frantically to are little better than drift wood on the endless sea of possibility. The young knight Morenth knows this better than most.

Having reached the pinnacle of his order, he has achieved the title of Paladin. As a slayer of all that is evil and unnatural one would think his faith indestructible, but Morenth harbors doubts.

Desperately, he throws himself into battle after battle, seeking to blind himself to the truth of his world. The truth that no matter how much light he brings to bear against the darkness, the struggle between good and evil will never be won.

Meanwhile, the unicorn prodigy, Twilight Sparkle's faith couldn't be stronger.

With the teachings of her mentor and the help of her friends, she has overcome even the darkness of King Sombra. Restoring peace not only to Equestria, but to the Crystal Empire as well.

During her adventure she was forced to use a form of magic she'd only seen her teacher use once. Magic Celestia could never have guessed Twilight would have to use.

Dark magic.

Curious as to how far she can take this new power, she runs afoul and finds herself in a world that truly reflects the nature of this new magic.

Hell on earth. Apocalyptic wasteland. Scorched planet.
Detroit, Michigan.

My day, it use to be simple. Wake, dress, school, home, ponies, sleep.
Repeat.

My life, from a different point of view I suppose, was normal. I loved my family. Nothing could separate us.Not even all the hell we went through in our lives. Friends were either real or fake, but it didn't matter. Life as a quiet teen in a highly populated city with no connections with the outside world wasn't all that bad. At least I had the internet and my music to keep me going.
I wouldn't want to change anything. I loved my life, even if my family and I struggled through our every day lives. Yup, life was good.

But this was before the Outbreak.

And before 6 colorful ponies were dropped here on this, walking meat bag, flesh rotting world.

Welcome to hell brothers.

(A/N: Inspired by Zalekai's Dealing With An Infection. Go read it, it's a great story.If you made it through the description, good job. For your reward, I will tell you this.

No shipping. Celebrate, my friends. As for comedy, I'll keep it in, here and there.)

Spartans never die, they're just missing in action. This has never been more true for Jorge-052 as, after activating the slipspace drive that was supposed to kill him, he is instead flung into a strange world where war is but a distant memory. Will the aging soldier be able to adapt to this new peaceful planet? Or will his only salvation be found in finding a way back to his own chaotic universe?

(It's my first time, so be gentle)
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Twilight has developed a device that can detect strange signals coming from outer space; signals from aliens! She gathers her friends so that they can all listen in.

But they may not like what they hear...

cover image courtesy of DocWario

I'd appreciate if everyone could keep the YouTube embeds in the comments to a minimum. The sheer number of them is putting a bit more strain on my connection than I'd like. I'm going to start deleting any comments with 2 or more embeds in them.

The star system Omega Centauri was just another oddity on a map to scientists in the not too distant future. However when they found the star was orbiting an earth-sized, earth-like planet instead of a black hole as its motion had suggested, a mission was scrambled to investigate this most unusual of celestial behaviors.

Hamstrung by politics, and nearly crippled before it began, the 'Lone Ranger' mission was reduced to just one crew member and left to his own devices.

These are the logs of Arrow 18 and its lone commander. This information is classified TOP SECRET by the Global Space Agency.

Do NOT tell the princess.