[Displaced] My Name was once Jack now it's Toshiro Hitsugaya.

I was attending an anime convention with my friends when I bought a replica of Captain Hitsugaya's sword, Hyourinmaru, from a shady merchant, and was transported to Equestria before the show began and made it my duty to protect the mane six from danger without them noticing me

I wish I didn't bought that helmet. But who cares about that! Now I am in Equestria more importantly I'm the current ruler of the Crystal Empire ruler also have a couple Protoss Templars and others with me. But those who dare threaten our new home shall face our wrath!

You can buy the strangest things at 'cons. As a Warriors fan, I decided to go dressed as one of the awesomest villain characters in the series- Scourge. Of course, naturally, enter The Merchant, selling a collar with dog teeth to complete my image. Said collar not only sends me to Equestria and makes me the size of a pony, but also gives me necromantic powers to bring back the recently deceased. Things happen, and allow me to find new powers that I can use. But even with all these powers on my side, what can I do for the people I love?

In case you can't tell by the title, this is a displaced fic. Tags will be added and changed as the story progresses. I have some idea of where the story will go, but I'd rather not get anyone's hopes up. Starts during season 3, after the Crystal Empire episode. Minor gore, but really not descriptive. Some swearing, but not excessive.

Alright boys, now listen up! These fine men behind me are some of the best fighters in the universe. We are known as the Ginyu Force.

Yeah! You better listen up, or we'll have to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget!

Shut up Jeice. Anyways, we were sent to this place called Equestria after buying a set of medallions from a merchant in a comic con. Now, we have been imprisoned in stone for over a thousand years, just because we accidentally blew up some places while trying to control our powers.

Now, our stone prison is just about to break. Get ready men!

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"The best weapon for an enemy is another enemy." - Friedrich Nietzsche

I ain't really sure if that applies to me, but it sure well fits. In the war between sisters ah'm stuck workin' fer both sides while I try to figure out where these weird hybrid assholes are gettin' their guns. I know for a fact that they didn't invent them on their own, simply cause most of 'em are idiots and peace lovers. Which means ah'm stuck goin' after their suppliers, a real nasty group called the Steelers. And well, ah ain't exactly gonna leave a trail o' roses in mah wake.

Cheers to m2pt5 for editing this for me. Good job buddy.

What happens when a guy wants to get away from his home for a while and recently got an inheritance? He goes to a convention to get his mind of of things. He then meets a highschool friend and buys an Egyptian book and is sent to an Equestria where adventuring gets the inhabitants a living.
(Displaced multiverse fic.) (Crossover with the Baldur's gate Games) (rated T for use of certain curse words) (first fic,help is needed)

If I could go back to having my boring old normal life in San Diego, I would take the opportunity in a heartbeat. But no, I'm stuck in this strange... yet somehow familiar world of ponies. You can laugh at that if you wish, I won't. It's not as funny as it sounds as soon as you get a good look at what I have become.

I am no longer the man I was, at least not physically. I have somehow ended up in the body of the video game character Raiden. Not the one from 'Metal Gear Solid Two', No. I have become the one from the franchises spin off, 'Metal Gear Rising Revengence', and because of that. I am no longer fully human; most of my body has been changed into a cybernetic frame.

I'm afraid too show my face to the public; ponies don't like the walking cybernetic man with a sword, go figure. I've just been hiding in the shadows for now until i'm able to find someone too help me. I will then ask for their assistance in returning myself back too normal. I just hope I can find someone capable of this soon, not sure how much more mental strain I can take.

How rude of me, I haven't even told you my name. I don't care what I look like now, I will always go by the name of Arin.

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I know what you're thinking, not another one of these stories. For Christ sake do they ever stop?

Well personally these stories are a guilty pleasure of mine, and I wanted to give one a try. You can complain all day long, but It won't change my opinion on these stories, and the group of people who write them.

With that being said, feel free to converse about the story in the comments. Except for complaints about this being a Displaced, they have already been said ten-thousand times. Complain instead about grammar, story structure, pacing, characters, et cetera. Those are the real worthwhile complaints that can make me improve as an author.

P.S Comments that are beyond rude, and just slander for slander sake will be deleted from this point on. If you hate the story, there is no need to be a dick.

Not every MLP universe is as cuddly as the original. Whether it's the invading aliens, the slave-driving ponies, the powers I barely control, or the technology I only sort of know how to use, you've got a recipe for disaster. At least I've got one friend in this place, even if she's a pint sized horse who's even crazier than I am. I just hope I can come up with enough ideas to save our butts before something else decides to try to kill us. Or enslave me and throw her in jail. Whichever comes first.

Displaced, crosses over with "X-COM, Enemy Unknown" and "Your Human and You." Tags will be added as they become relevant.

I never wanted this. I had a good life. Granted it wasn't very exciting, and I wasn't exactly the most important person in it, but it was mine. I don't know why you did this, or why you chose me, but I promise you I will find you. I don't know when. I don't know where, but I will find you. Trust me, I've got all the time in the world, thanks to you.

Carlos Aviles was taken from his life and pushed into a role he thought was only fantasy. In a new place, with access to strange knowledge and power, he has to decide what to do with the rest of his life. More importantly, will this new-found purpose change who he is? Or will he hang on to himself?

My take on an old classic. I write this in an attempt to freshen up older cliches, and as an exercise in showing and not telling.

I was once a normal guy, just like you. I went to school, had a Mum, two little brothers, an addiction to the Internet and video games, even friends.

But it was never good enough.

Life was boring. The only fun things to do were to immerse myself in another world, exploring, fighting, protecting the innocent.

It's ironic right?

Over a thousand years ago, I went to a con. I went Cosplaying as a Titan, from Bungie's new hit FPSMMO, Destiny. There was this guy dressed as the merchant from Resident Evil 4, I bumped into him by accident. He had two awesome things that I needed for my Cosplay and didn't have time to make. One was The Last Word, an exotic hand cannon. the other was an Exotic helmet, the Helm of Saint-14.

Eagerly, I took the two items. However, things don't always happen the way you want them to.

I found myself in Equestria, made some friends, and swore to protect them with the new powers that I had.

Little did I know that enemies that only I could defeat were on their way.

Now... All I want is some rest...

But heroes don't get Vacations...

After all... I'm Equestria's Guarding Light... and i'm not gonna let some space monsters hurt my friends... not now... not ever...

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This is a League of Humans acting Heroically story, inspired by stories such as The Mighty Warrior of Epicness

FEATURED! Monday 22nd of June 2015! *happiness* *Celebratory Headbang along to Disturbed's song; Ten Thousand Fists*