So you want to hear a story, eh? One that involves the threat of global war, a small group of heroes desperately trying to put a stop to that war, a tale of heroes and villains, that kind of thing? Too bad, this isn't that story. Not yet, anyhow. Princess Luna has asked that our adventures be written up for posterity, so that’s what we’re doing now. Hey you ol’ bag of trix, say hi to Posterity for me. Hello Posterity! I don’t know who you are, but hopefully I’ll meet you at some point.

What? Well why didn’t you tell me that before? I thought Posterity was a pony. Well you might as well take that out then. Hold on a sec, what are you writing? Well I know I’m dictating to you, you don’t have to write literally everything I say down. Yeah, exercise some common sense for once. Ok, ok, hypocrite I may be, but still.

Where was I? Ah yes, posterity. Anywho, before I tell you that story, I should probably tell you about Sale Craft first. Now this tale was told to me by his sister over a few mugs of ale when we visited Appleoosa a few months back, and I think is a good way to introduce him. So, without further ado, let me introduce Sale Craft, and tell you the tale of the Madness of Manehatten.

It all begins on the great north road to Manehatten...

Note - bloody writers block