Ponies are like glass; they can fall apart.

When their most fragile friend finally, irreparably shatters, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie watch their bonds dissolve. Together, they have to find out that life is beautiful—albeit painful—and that friendship can survive anything.

Twilight, seeing that her friend needed a little bit of companionship, decided to help him get a date.

But boy, did he aim a little too high for her taste.

Now, her and Spike need to help this putz of a human snatch a date from one of the most undateable beings on the planet, Princess Celestia.

Needless to say, they're doomed.

Cover art used with permission by Lydia-Rawr

Warning: Story will contain horrible romance clichés, cutsieness, and all around silliness.

You have been warned.

This story is a sequel to The Alicorn Instinct

Set after The Alicorn Instinct, but before The Endless Nightmare

Isn't it strange what one little argument can do?

Well as our Human and his pink Princess come to discover, one argument can cause so much more than a little heartache.

Cover Art done by the brilliant Shadow Bolt!

Name's Storm. It's my title, my alias, and my identity.

I've been fighting for centuries now. Thousands of them, in fact. Traveling from dimension to dimension, trying my best to maintain proper balance. Not too much Law, not too much Chaos. Not too much Good, not too much Evil. At the same time, I am different. I have something that's unimaginable. Something that strikes inspiration in allies, fear in enemies, and horror in Gods themselves. A piece of interstellar technology I so aptly named the 'Universal Editor', a device that enables me to 'edit' the Strands of Existence, which then allows me nearly impossible feats.

After a close-encounter and failure to perform my self-imposed duty, I escape with only a flesh wound (or seven). Only to fall right into a realm packed with mythological beings, heavy emphasis on peaceful environments, and colorful technologically-inept equines that constantly try to become closer to me. Let's see how far my remaining sanity will plummet after this...

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Rated Teen (Good amount of swearing, minor descriptive gore, and plenty of violence)
Story began: January 26th, 2012 (Posted on the 27th)
Editors: ShadowHorizons (Editor-In-Chief), SovietBacon
Cover Art (using Photoshop) made by: SovietBacon (artist of original picture [found thanks to EdwardJ] is this guy.)

Warning!: This is my own take on how the events in Crysis went about. Don't say that it was supposed to be one way or another. I'll already know the events of Crysis. Warning!: There will be spoilers for Crysis 2 and 3. If you haven't played any of them yet, do so, they're great.

Alcatraz has, well, we don't really know what happened to him besides an impact into Equestria. You see, when Prophet took over the Nanosuit, Alcatraz lost control of his body, and everything about him. Now technically dead, the bio-soldier must find a new way to adapt to his surroundings.

Spartan Red Team destroyed a Shield World out of UNSC controlled space, destroying the Forerunner fleet that was hidden inside. They leave behind a destroyed world and dieing Covenant fleet, stuck in cryo-sleep until they reach help. Unfortunately, anything but help finds them, and they are thrust into another battle, but a new pawn is thrown into the game, and Equestria is unsure which side will lead not to victory, but survival.

Follows the events of Halo Wars, some parts may seem confusing unless you've played the game. First fan-fic and experimental. Tell me what you really think, whether its a diamond of holy proportions or a piece of crap that should be shoved up a baboons ass.

My name is Thomas "Cross" Kirby. I've dropped into Hell feet first countless times. What I'm about to tell you is not only classified, but it's crazy, even if you've been to one of the Forerunner Halos or Shield Worlds. This is something different. This is something not even the Forerunners could have known about. This enters a new dimension altogether. This is my story of Equestria.

Contains minor gore (wounds bleeding) and explicit language (shit, fuck, etc).

Check my user page if you wish to know the status of the self-/peer-editings of my stories. Note that I want to complete most of them before I start going back and self-editing, which will happen before I have my peers edit them.

Note: This story is currently undergoing rewrites. A blog will be posted later describing some of these changes.

As I wake up, my head aches and my throat burns. Where am I? How did I get here?

Blurry memories of pain and suffering fade in and out as I try to identify my surroundings. There is a vague familiarity to the place but I don't know why.

I begin to ask myself many things. What am I doing here? Where is "here"? Why can't I remember anything? Why can I not even remember my name?

All the same, I can only manage to recall but a few precious memories. Something is very wrong with this place. And my friends—friends whose names I do not even remember—are in terrible danger. Something very bad has happened to this place and everypony in it. My body becomes cold and I am denied every other thought except for one:

I must escape.

An adaptation of Amnesia: The Dark Descent in the world of MLP:FiM. Formerly titled "Amnesia: The Equine's Shadow"; name was changed, but is not final. Rewrites are in-progress.

Reading by CrazedRambling (very outdated): I / II / III / IV / V / VI

While the Mane six are away with Princess Celestia on royal business Tyranno is hoping to spend a peaceful day alone. Unfortunately thats not going to happen when something big has appeared and has chosen Ponyville as its feeding ground and once more Tyranno must stop it along with the help of Lyra and Bon-Bon.

Reader, in ancient days, the old lords of the world numbered in thousands. Then hundreds. Then even less.
Now, they are found only in tapestries and fanciful ballads.
The creatures are all vanished. All but one.

Rumors say there are more of him, somewhere far away. A young and supposedly gifted mage called Star Swirl, and Heartstrings, a gentle spinster, have joined him on a journey to find the rest.

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