//------------------------------//
// Chapter 1: The world as it is today 
// Story: Hatred of the Anti-Brony 
// by Angrywritingskills 
//------------------------------//

	You know what really sucks? Being the only sane person in a world of crazy, or two worlds of crazy as is my case. I feel like this is somehow my fault like it was me who dreamed up the worst possible scenario and from that dream it came true. But I should probably start from the beginning so you can know how life became so crazy.

I remember it was a normal sunny day when they came. It was just like in the disaster movies that were about the end of the world. These giant blue portals, about the size of skyscrapers, opened all over the world. They just appeared out of nowhere and nobody had an explanation where they came from. Scared the living hell out of anyone near them and people entered this state of panic and confusion. It was kind of fun living around that time of panic. I remember I got out of school for about a week or so. But anyways, the panic didn't too long. It stopped when they came out of them. Little ponies. They came out and greeted us with outstretched hooves. Now humankind can be cruel to the unexplained and taboo but this wasn’t the case. There were no governments abducting them and paranoid soldiers blasting at the slightest movements. It was just… peaceful. But no a good kind of peaceful, it was a bad kind of peaceful. The kind that will later come to bite all of humanity when we least expect it.

Here’s where I thought that something different could have happened. If only fate had not been so devious and God not so unkind. But who came flapping in but the bronies. Back before the portals anyone who spent a good amount of time on the internet discovered them and the show that the ponies came from. The internet phenomenon that started in 2010 had been what tilted the world into insanity. You see it is the bronies that made the world how it is now. The accursed bronies that spearheaded relations into Equestria and made our fates intertwined by connecting our cultures.

Now where was I when this all happened? Well I was sixteen and had nothing to do with bronies at all. I knew about them of course anyone who spent a good amount of time on the internet did. Hated them of course, anyone who didn’t buy into the hype did. From their stupid conventions to their analysis videos I hated it all. But I never thought of it as mindless hate. I had general criticism about Brony ideology as a whole that I personally felt was credible and deeply thought out. Like the fact that there was controversy of what actually made a brony. I’ve heard several accounts that you had to watch the show to become one. Others told me that you had to interact in the community. And others told me that it was just a silly title that you choose to call yourself. My hatred was at the time just frustration about the whole thing. Of course I never let any of my anger and hate out because I knew nobody would listen and just dismiss me as a troll. 

When I first found out that it was ponies on the other side of those portals I literally underwent a psychotic episode. It was my friends who first told me so at first I thought it was a lie. They tortured me with it all day at school until finally I went home and looked it up. Seeing it put me into a raging state. I threw a tantrum and wrecked my bedroom. Things spiraled down from there. You could say something snapped inside me and it was like I became a different person. I stopped caring about things and one day it took a turn for the worst.

I attacked one of my friends when he finally pushed me too far. He was doing something that made me mad. I forget what he was doing but the anger inside me took hold and I ended up badly mutilating his face and blinding him when I dug my fingers into his eyes and even bit him. I have never been a violent person just a little loud speaking and confrontational but not violent. Everything changed for me after that. I was admitted to therapy which was a waste of time. I actually faked being cured and did my best to patch relationships with everyone I had affected. Still that was pretty much the end of my social life in high school. I became a loner after that and I was fairly miserable.

But what about the ponies? Well as I said the bronies spearheaded the relations. From what I heard the governments of the world let a certain number of bronies and the creators of the show be the first to make legitimate contact with them. It must have gone well because from then on we have been on good terms with our new Equestrian neighbors. Earth as a whole welcomed Equestria into our lives as new friends. Now if you think humanity is evil and cruel you would be shocked to know that the governments of Earth actually made a treaty to leave all of Equestria to the ponies. This means that Equestria was actually a recognized nation meaning they were given a seat in the international political realm. I knew that this would be bad.

That is where I really started to lose my cool. All the celebrity bronies and anyone who was related with the show in any way were now actual celebrities. All the brony internet superstars were now treated like gods. The cast members were more famous than ever and every pony in Ponyville was now a deity. Just for being related to a fad they had become legends. It was too much for me and I learned to hinder animosity for anything related to bronies and ponies alike. In fact I made it my duty to hate anything remotely related to My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Harsh but I find it extremely necessary.

As for the show it had skyrocketed in popularity even after it was cancelled during season eight due to the appearance of the portals. I always found it odd that the show could exist and Equestria could exist in the same dimension without creating a paradox. Seems impossible for a fictional world to be real but being fiction is why it is somewhat explainable. The theory is that universes that were created in the human imagination could potentially exist and it was a miracle the My Little Pony universe connected with ours. Something about a one in ten zillionth of a chance. The theory to me is a load of horse shit and doesn't make any sense. But I didn’t care about making sense anymore after all that was going on. The fact that the world had become a big Bronycon and ponies were real made me into someone I thought I'd never become. What I became of course was a hopeless mess. 

A long time ago I had a dream that I would become something amazing and make it good and get a comfortable life. Well with the introduction of ponies and the bronies’ rising fame I went into a state of insanity. I felt no more reason to be anything. If ponies were real and the hacks that were devoted to a kid’s show could become famous for being idiotic, then I saw no reason to continue to try. 

As pony and human relations blossomed into some kind of humanitarian movement, I started to grow into a more despicable person. My grades plummeted and by the time I graduated I had no friends and more importantly no future. My parents were devastated and some of my friends were too. But of course their pity and want to help only angered me. But they shouldn’t have pissed off someone who has their own car. I ran away from home. Why? My brony hate was well known with my friends. When the ponies came they thought it would be funny to pick on me. Ripping off my friend’s face had awoken them and they had laid off. We drifted apart after that which just furthered my hatred. I was abandoned for being the victim. At therapy I had admitted to being a hater of bronies and told them the story of my friends constantly poking at me with the subject just to get a response. The response from my therapist was exactly what I expected but it still made me angry. She basically told me to get over myself but I couldn’t. So seeing that there was nothing for me at home I left. 

From then on I became a drifter going from place to place. One of my friends who was never a brony and was actually one of my last contacts had tried to convince me to join the marines. But I had given up on humanity and let him go in alone. I managed to follow the ponies and bronies and to my horror things were getting better. By the time I was twenty it was possible to travel to Equestria and back and many humans and ponies did this. Soon I saw ponies on the streets experiencing this new land. It infuriated me but I took no action. I followed the now celebrities of the new world. On the television I saw the mane six and the cast members had become friends with each other. Brony celebrities were acting like they’ve always been some sort of special and getting attention that they shouldn’t have. All of it made me sick. 

At age twenty two I bought a mini Uzi with the small amount of money I had earned. Then I bought a ticket to Equestria. I arrived in one on the big cities that had arisen due to human architecture in Equestria. With the Uzi tucked inside my draws I had the intention to open fire in one of the big malls in the city. My reasoning would be to send a message to ponies that they are scum. I knew full well that going in there I would either be shot by the cops or by myself. My only fear would be that people would just think of me as some kind of whack job and deem me insane. So I had written a note and kept it on my person so people would know my true extent. 

However upon trying to get entrance into the mall I was stopped by a police officer in the parking lot. Somehow he could see that I was carrying a weapon. Why he was looking down at my crotch I don’t know? So after confiscating my gun he told me to empty my pockets which I did on command since I wasn’t looking to get my face slammed into the asphalt. That was how the cop had discovered my note. At first I was embarrassed and demanded that he not read it. But he did and after a while he just looked at me. Finally after what seemed like forever he told me to come with him. I asked if I was under arrest but he didn’t answer. So after being escorted into his cruiser we took off. By then I was starting to feel out of it. My mission had failed and I was about to get hauled off to jail. 

But as I started to notice we were heading out of the city and into a greener environment. I asked the officer where we were going and if I was going to prison. He only looked in the rearview mirror and smiled. I remained silent the whole time until we arrived at our destination. He opened the door and told me to step out. When I did he greeted me with a smile and patted me on the back. I had been very surprised by what was going on but I was also cautious. From my position and what had been going on that day I swore he was about to come onto me. But this never happened and he directed me in the direction of an old shack in the woods. 

From the front door a man greeted me and the cop. They revealed that they knew each other and were looking for my help. From that day on I have been one of them. An anarchist devoted to the crumbling of society, pony or human.