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// Arc One: Welcomings - Prologue 
// Story: Of a Certain Adventurous Pony 
// by RavensDagger 
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	Hello.

Crap. I know it’s not the best way to start a story, all right? But honestly there's not much to it, and I don’t feel like wasting your time or my own. I might not have much waiting for me after all this, but I do have a semblance of a life, somewhere. 

My name is Tight Wedge, and I have—what some of the denizens of this fine institution would call—a bit of an attitude. It’s not that I’m rude or anything, just that I like to speak my mind. The fact that my mind is stuck in sarcastic git mode all the time is an unfortunate occurrence.

Like many of my horny contemporaries, and by "horny" I mean exactly what you're thinking, I reside in the beautiful Academy City. A heap of towers, skyscrapers, and high-tech junk tall and shiny enough to impress pretty much anypony who sets eyes on the place. Personally, I think it’s too flashy, but then, who has ever given a damn about my opinion?  

I guess my story starts sometime around the time I showed up. No, not on the day my parents first kicked me out of home and sent me packing to this high school. Nor was it when I first entered the front gates, and wandered the sidewalks and hallways with youthful pride, optimism, and adventure, a bounce in my step and a gleam in my eye. Nope. Not even close. When it comes down to it, everything started rolling about two weeks in.

You see, our Great and Shiny Lord Princess Celestia of Canterlot deemed it necessary to grade all of her precious students on an equally great and shiny scale.

The catch? Well, the grading here’s a little special. A certain Twilight Sparkle—don’t get me started on her—created a machine that measures your talent and power and future potential based on a twelve level system.

I’m level one.

Well, shit.