When a couple of friends and I decided to go in Assassin's Creed costumes to an upcoming con, I'd been all for it. If I'd known what that merchant had to offer, I'd probably have declined. I certainly didn't want to end up in magical horse land, and I can't imagine my friends were too hot on the idea either. It didn't help that the first thing I did was kill someone.

The name's Josh, but no-one's called me that for a while. A long while.

One thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck.

I changed the title from 'The Subtle Knife' to 'The Silent Blade' to avoid confusion with the His Dark Materials trilogy.
Okay, yes, it's a LoHAV fic, and yes, he's a cosplayer, and yes, he was imprisoned in stone for 1000 years. Pretty original, I know. If you're going to complain about it in the comments, please don't.
If you wanted originality, you should've read this.
Featured on 1/05/14. Wow. I was not expecting that.

CANCELLED AS OF 18/08/2014

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. I used to wonder, how cold should it be? Well, I know now. The sort of cold that comes from eternal night and being locked in stone for over a thousand years. The sort that comes from the only person you think you can trust betraying you.

The sort of cold that comes from a knife in the back.

The Moon betrayed me. The Sun entombed me alive. And they were going to pay.

For the League of Humans Acting Villainous

A 'Transformers Nut', is what his friends called him, and that name spoke words of truth on many levels. Little ol' Denis O'Harra had almost everything relating to Transformers, mainly the movies. His face would spark into one of pure chaotic glee at the mention of them. As you could all probably tell, Denis was a very big fan of the robots in disguise. A very big fan indeed.

Recieving a Megatron costume for his ninth birthday had him hopping on the spot for twenty seconds straight. Denis loved the texture of the costume, it made him feel all snug on the inside as well as the outside.
The mask though, was a different story. It felt... heavy, as it were. Almost like it was made of some for of metal. Denis put it on anyway, admiring the way it fit perfectly on his little, round head.

Oh, what a grave mistake that was... but, hey! Who could blame him?

Mysteriously disappearing from his kitchen and waking up as the actual Lord Megatron himself made Denis' heart flutter... but being in the land of talking, pastel colored ponies only tended to seriously mess with the young chap's head.

So you all can hear me right?
Of course they can. They always can.
I know I just wanted to make sure the connection is working properly.
Well, it is now get on with it. We haven't got all day you know.
Alright, fine.

It was supposed to be a fun time at Comic Con with my sister and a few friends. Naturally going as the Lutece twins something bad was bound to happen. Now in a magical land of ponies we discover that a silver coin has given us the power to open tears and learn from other universes. What could go wrong.

I must say, that isn't the greatest summary, I've ever read
I know, but It's the best I can come up with at the moment.
Shame, now let's get going. Things to do-
-and people to see.

Somewhat based off F*** it I'm Having Fun, Screw the rules we're on a road trip,Malideus, and The Rise of Darth Vulcan

I finally saved up the money. I finally had a costume I felt was sufficient. I finally got to go to Botcon. As Soundwave. I even practiced his special disturbing walk cycle for extra effect. Granted, I had to do it all with a missing Laserbeak, but hey, I could always roleplay that the little bugger was off on reconnaissance.

Then I saw a way to skip that little mistake altogether: A perfectly sized, articulated Laserbeak, with straps to hold it on properly. I didn't even think about it. I didn't think about why what appeared to be an entire prop shop was set up in the middle of a con. I didn't think about what the chances of this particular prop even existing were. I couldn't even be bothered to think about the creepy dude wearing a creepy hooded robe working the booth as he chuckled at my enthusiastic strapping on of my perfectly-sized addition.

Now I'm in the world of ponies, and have been turned into one of the most technologically-advanced villains of a completely different universe. Nothing to do now except make myself useful, I suppose.

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And thus, I throw my hat into the ring with all the other LoHAV stories. I've been wanting to do this pretty much since the whole trend started, but couldn't figure out which character to use. Let's see how this goes, shall we?

Stop me if you ever heard this one; unlucky schmuck goes to con, finds weird cheap gem, next thing he knows he's causing a TOOONN of destruction in Equestria...

Huh, well then I'll cut to the chase, after escaping my prison in Tartarus I'm ready to put the Hell back in the wheel and make sure those ponies remember my name Beelzemon.

Wait, no my real name is- Ah forget it.

Crossover with Digimon Tamers, no familiarity of the series needed.
A story inspired from the LOHAV.
Special Thanks to M Specter for proofreading and editing.
Begins around It's About Time in the MLP universe.
Rated teen for mild swearing and comical violence.

A woman wakes up in Equestria with no memory of how she got there, only that there was copious amounts of alcohol involved, and discovers she has superpowers.

Spawned from the Superpower Lottery Challenge.

"This is a tale said around many a camp fire here in the Mojave. Some will tell you its a tall tale made up by drunken caravaners to past the time on the long and winding roads, but this is a true story. So come take a seat by the fire I have a fresh piece of mole rat in the pot if you care to indulge me with an audience... the story is of the strange pair..."

Thank you to frieD195 for editing and making it look pretty!
Will add tags as they come up.

A letter sits upon a table where it had not just a moment before. A golden glow lifts it as it unfurls in front of the reader.

Let us see here, how to begin?

Well, I suppose the best way to do so is with introductions. I am Prometheus and while I was, as one might say, tied up for quite some time I noticed your world. I have to say it's quite interesting, but unfortunately stagnant as well. So Miss Celestia I, being the patron of progress that I am, have sent someone your way. He is not a creature native to your world, a species I personally have a great deal of interest in, they're ambitious little scamps. I am bestowing a gift upon him as I send him, one he will in time learn to master. It is my hopes he brings progress to your world, but as the past has proven on many an occasion the best intentions can at times have the worst effects. We'll just have to see how it goes won't we.

Sincerely,
Prometheus

Ha, not as smart as the bastard thinks he is. I managed to snag the paper from him. So "Miss Celestia" my name is Coal and apparently I'm supposed to stir up some dirt. I'll admit I know just as much as to what is going on as you do, but if he's the Prometheus I'm thinking of, things might be a little more complicated than he'd let us believe. Crap, he's coming back. Ummm... Why did I just waste time writing Ummm?

Winter is coming... I'm disappointed with myself if that's the best I can come up with.

I happen to be a huge Starcraft fan. So, when Comic-Con came to town, I just had to go as a zerg—my favorite race—of my own devising. The only thing that I could not make or get in time, were some clawed gloves that go with my outfit. So when I saw the perfect pair, I just had to buy and try them on. So, then I blacked out and found myself in the land of techno-colored ponies. And I discovered that I was not in control of my actions; it was the genocide named Prime Directive that was in control. And so, the zerg spread over half of Equestria before they managed to blast me with the rainbow. I was turned to stone, and I ended up becoming the one in charge. Now I need to convince the ponies that I'm not evil anymore. (My first fic, and a LoHAV. Thanks to all constructive critics that are helping me, or have helped me.)

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