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// The Choice And Creation 
// Story: Order In Equestria 
// by Bowenross 
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I woke up in my bed, and I guessed it was all a dream…

*the door opens and ? walks in*

“Okay, don’t do this in your story you idiot. It makes you look like a dumbass!” ? yelled at me.

“Dude, get back in the story. I didn’t write you in so you could break the 4th wall and yell at me” I simply stated to one of my characters.

*Slap* “I don’t take back-talk from anybody, not even the writer!” He walked back into the story and I started typing again.
I glanced down at my clock and freaked out.

“Dude, holy crap! It’s past eight; I’m going to be late for school!” I rushed out the door and then I remembered that my truck had died on me. “Great, now I have to walk all the way to school.”

Three days passed with as much boredom and work as the past day had, and I found myself in the void again. The figure was there just like the last time, and was sitting there quietly.

“We are awaiting your decision. Whatever decision you have chosen, we will honor it.”

“I have two questions.” I told the figure. “What will happen to the people I know back in my world?”

“Their minds will be wiped of any memories of you and your accomplishments.”

“Okay, second question. Who, or what, are you?”

“I am the being of non-existence. Some call me Death, while others call me God. I go by many names, but you may call me… Tim.” The figure made a Monty Python reference, and I smiled at that.

“I have made my decision.” I stated. “I wish to go to this other world and do what I may to help it.”

“Okay, your decision has been heard. Remember, your power will be limited by only what you can think of. I will send you now but must tell you one thing. Do not let the inhabitants of the planet know that you are there to keep the balance intact. If they knew, it could destroy balance and, therefore, destroy the planet.” Tim said this in a completely serious tone of voice, so I knew that he was being serious. “I will now send you, but I may send you to the wrong time, so be ready for a long wait.”

“Wait what?” I thought that he was kidding. He wasn’t.

When I got to the new planet, all I could see was barren wasteland with the sun beating down on the ground. I walked around for days, but I found out the sun never set, so I had to make it set and bring out the moon so that I could actually make it night and day. I then thought of the timeframe of a year and decided I would count the time the same on this planet.

50 years later

“Okay this is boring as all get up. I need someone or something to talk to.” I got up from the rock I was sitting on and stretched. Sitting down for fifty years can make you really sore. After the third year of being on the planet, I made a clock that would count the years instead of hours and minutes. I figured I would rather do that than make marks on rocks for however long I was going to be doing nothing. 

The first thought of a creature to make was a pony. I figured, since I like horses, I might as well make one to talk to. That worked for a few years, and then the pony wanted a mate so I made it one. They had a foal nine months later and left me, so I created another pony. The same cycle went on and on until I had wasted over thirty years and I decided I wouldn’t make ponies anymore.

My second thought was griffins. They were cool majestic creatures, but they were carnivores. I created many more animals years before I created the griffin so that the animals would have time to populate the planet. It had grown grass in the years that I was fooling around, allowing grazing animals and other beings to live easily. The planet had also depressed in some areas and filled up with water from underground sources, so I had to keep the weather under control.

The griffins went the same as the ponies. I figured that I would only make about two more species before I would stop trying. I decided to make dragons and beetles that fed off of emotions so that the carnivores would not wipe out the other animals on the planet. Needless to say, the other two species were also a failure. That left me with hundreds of years of wasted time, and almost nothing to show for it. I made a tree, don’t ask why it was a tree, that would keep the balance of the world for me while I slept.
“I’ll just go to sleep for a while, see if evolution is actually plausible on a completely different planet.” I walked over to a bed I had made and slept on it for a long time.