I'm Griffin, not much else to it. I've been bullied most of my life, which left me bitter and sarcastic. I'm a closet brony. What? You think I'm just gonna go out and tell a world that hates me that I watch a cartoon intended for little girls? I don't feel like giving the punks at school any more ammo. That's when cosmic powers decide I need to take a trip to my favorite fantasy land. But all is not sunshine and rainbows and it certainly won't be after I'm done with it. Equestria from the point of view of an extremely pissed off teenager, with a twist. Rust, the author of 'The Ballad of Echo the Diamond dog' is awesomesauce enough to have a cross over between our stories. Carnelian is a boss when it comes to art. Part of the 'Chess Game of the Gods'.

Violence, gratuitous swearing, and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Beneath the blistering blizzard and the freezing frost that swallowed the world, a group of ponies cling desperately to existence. They are the last of ponykind, and the future of their species, if one even remains, rests solely on their shoulders. Hidden in a crater from the worst of the wind, Rarity and the other ponies who managed to find shelter struggle to eke out an existence in a life governed by one rule, and one rule only:

The City Must Survive.

Cover art by Ruirik.
Editing by Solidfire.
Inspired by the wonderful game of Frostpunk.

An astute (oblivious) Rainbow Dash spends her days working, lounging, and hanging out with her best, completely platonic, in no way pining, 20% tsundere sis, Anon.

This story takes place in an AU called RGRE (Reversed Gender Role Equestria). If you're unsure of what that means, there's a group on fimfic that catalogues stories like these that might explain it best. If you're interested in content with a similar setting, consider joining it and looking around.

Cover Art by Affanita

While Europe sinks into bloody war and the powers of Nazi Germany dominate the continent, a new dark power begins to rise that could destroy them all.

The Nightmare is returning. And all will bow before her glorious night.

Editors: Tek, Mitch H, Cerulean Blue
Photo Credit: Russian documentary on the Nazi saucers in Antarctica.

Nazis and alicorns and rockets, oh my.

For eons, we’ve labored beneath the iron hoof of our pony overlords, never talking back, never resisting, only silently mourning the loss of our once grand position:  the dominant race. Our birthright, our destiny, our purpose. The ones made in the image of the Creator. We were struck down eons ago by the ponies and their strength, magic and weather.  Our unparalleled minds were unprepared, and we’ve been shackled ever since. Most ponies don’t even know we exist, or so I’ve heard from my taskmasters. They’ve ruled unopposed for so long that they no longer try to recall what came before them.

No more.  This planet was ours once, and it shall be again.  Ponies who support our cause will be adopted into the human family and seen as our equals, while the heartless tyrants will be crushed beneath our boot.

Note that this fic is not going to update on a regular schedule, as it's just a side project. Also, the list of characters and tags is likely to increase over the course of the story, and the cover art is just a placeholder until I can get a better one.

EDIT: Now has a proper editor/coauthor! My good friend Brasta Septim is helping me out yet again! Please, if you haven't re-read chapter 1, I highly suggest that you give it another read! It has improved a lot, I promise!

Doctor Wyatt Brown's theories about long-lost civilizations predating the Egyptians or the Mesopotamians were at best the source of campus jokes, and at worst almost a case for his termination. But when word reached him of unknown artifacts discovered in the mud flats of Spain, he rushed to see if any would prove his hypothesis.

What he didn't expect was how right he was. Or quite how long-lost the civilization he found was.

Existence is pain. Blame Shadowninjaman for my insanity in trying to re-write this. Please search for the non-old and cancelled version. Because I repeat, I'm insane. And so is he for managing to convince me.

Note: It's not up yet. Kinda jumped the gun here, but meh, enjoy this remnant I suppose!

"NSS Cyberaid, the most advanced space station built by Nanotrasen, it has state of the art tech, rumored to even have an experimental A.I . Nanotrasen, not wanting to lose such an advanced station spared no expense in security, with laser rifles, endless surveillance cameras and security borgs, trying to get in this station without getting caught is impossible." Or so they thought.

"Emergency, code RED, escape shuttle will arrive in 1 hour, there have been multiple confirmed encounters with cultists, goodluck crew."

Hello, if you are wondering what the hell this is, it's a Space Station 13 crossover, but you won't need to know what that is, as I will explain stuff.
(For anyone who actually bothers to read backstory of SS13, it's the Paradise station lore)
If you play ss13, then know that this fic won't be as silly, not that i don't want to write a fic like that, but it's that i am shit at jokes.
I do not own both the cover art or SS13.

This story is a sequel to Equestrian Border Checkpoint

Hi, I’m Anon. I’m the asshole in the booth at the Checkpoint. See, ever since I came to the Equestrian Border Checkpoint of Manehatten, I’ve done two things. Stamp papers, and yell at people. I do both of these things really well. Now, without further ado, get your shit and get out, you’re holding up the line.

Papers Please does NOT belong to me, but there isn’t a tag for it. Sex tag is for references to sex. Also, there’s a shizzle ton of swear words. It get heckin hectic.

Amazing Cover art by LazyHooves
Chapters 1-14: The Human Arc
Chapters 15-28: The War Arc

Clothing companies across Equestria are suffering lately and Princess Cadence wants to help. Initial efforts have proved fruitless but an exceptional, very big, opportunity has presented itself and the princess is eager to capitalize on it. She and Shining Armor travel together to the famed city of Las Pegasus to conduct business.

A very big thank you to Ncmares for proofreading this and editing it, thank you again bud!