What would you do if you woke up in a stone box? What would you do if the stone box was over a pool of lava? What would you do if you were part of a ritual sacrifice to the elder gods? Where does your lap go when you stand up? Not all of these have any bearing on the story, I just want to know.
There was once a temple, and there was once a fair. I wanted to go to fair, but the temple was where I wound up. Now I'm surrounded by ponies who all expect me to do something about something I have nothing to do with and want no part of.
A displaced story revolving around the concept of being displaced and attempting to make it better and more original.
Rated teen for some inappropriate conversations, language, innuendos, and vague descriptions of inappropriate stuff.
WARNING: some people will be offended. We don't care.
A Displaced Dirk The Daring? Now that's something I haven't seen done before yet. =D
No It's not, you lie.
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Dang it. I knew I forgot something. Fixed now.
Why do I feel like he won't get very far?
Welp he's doomed.