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// Prologue 
// Story: My Little Dashie - The Adaption 
// by BoxedSurprise 
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Prologue


September 26, 2011
“Same, same”

I live my life, one day at a time. A good portion of my days are routine; I wake up, take a shower, eat breakfast if I can, and then walk to work. Work, oh work, exciting as a tortoise marathon. Walked into my workplace in business attire as usual, clocked in as usual, and watched over the employees as they help the customers…as usual, again very exciting. And when work was over, I clocked out, and then strolled on home. Didn’t really feel like visiting my friends, then again I hardly ever do, except for poker nights (you’ll know you’ve hit rock bottom when “all in” means putting in your blue M&Ms).

“I’m here” seems pointless to say every time I walk through my front door. But…it keeps their memory alive. “Hello mom, hello dad.” Was like talking to a silver-framed headstone.

From start to finish from the doorway to headquarters, I unslung my bag lazily onto the floor, unzipped my jacket, pulled the silk boa constrictor from around my neck, and relaxed the laces on my boots as my ass made itself comfortable my office chair. Alright then, what to do…let’s see…maybe some Modern Warfare 2 will past the time. Rotated 90 degrees west, pressed the Guide button on the controller, and listened to the green X echo on the screen. I haven’t really gotten around improving my training pit score, so I started on that level, S.S.D.D.

S.S.D.D., Same Shit, Different Day, boy was that my life in a nutshell. With each run my time never seemed to improve; 0:50, 1:03, 0:48, 3:14 (batteries died), and then 0:46. “Forty-six seconds FLAT! As usual.” Turning off the console, I turned my self toward the computer and did the one thing that made life still worth living, watching My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.

Probably thinking, “I’m sorry what was that did you say, My Little Pony?” I’m a closet brony, and you probably questioning again, “Brony?” Brony is a name for us adult dudes who like the show My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, a closet brony (like me) is one who well, keeps to himself. A lot of bronies will tell you the same generic reasons for loving the show. The story isn’t extremely girly, has a lot of intelligence for a kids show, I LOVE THE ANIMATON and so on, but for me…

It’s the colors. The brightness of it all, alive with friendship and innocence, brings you back to a time when the world was great. My mother began painting once the city began falling apart; she made the world here beautiful on canvas. In my parents’ bedroom hung my mother’s (and mine) favorite painting; a lone parking garage overrun by flora, surrounded by a lush green grassland with the sky clear as day with no cloud in sight. Stretching over the scene, was a magnificent rainbow. I guess if anyone were to ask, that is why I think Rainbow Dash is best pony, because she reminds me of that painting.

I continued from where I left off after the intro scene of the episode because I stayed up this morning, almost made me late. Season 1, Episode 27 – “Weather or Not, Here I Come”, where Rainbow Dash was just shot into sky by Twilight’s spell, and from there I drifted into sleep…

I awoke at a thunderous roll that boomed in the distance, sounded like it came from the middle of town. Looking at the clock, “1:00 in the morning? It’s only been 3 hours! Bah.” Too lazy to inquire, I sunk back into my pillow.