Even though he's the most able quarter of the family of mobsters, Mac doesn't feel as big as his name would suggest. He's tired of his life being paved with the bodies of his family's enemies and tired of being the janitor moping up the mess of his Grandmother.

Just something I wrote when I was under the influence. I've got plenty of good ideas for this, but not very much time. I'll get round to writing again soon enough. I didn't see any point in it just sitting gathering dust, so I thought I'd use it to show I was still alive. Also, if you spot a better piece of cover art be sure to tell me. That'd be swell.

Since before he could remember Sebastian always had some drastic tragedy following him around, there was always something somewhere going wrong for him. Whether it was an illness, an injury or a personal problem was down to chance, but each time, whatever it was would always be colossal. He never had small, simple problems. It almost felt like someone way up there in the clouds was fucking with him… Almost…

Little did he know... He was right.

This is the tale of a seventeen year old colt that goes by the name of "Firecracker". He travels all of Equestria performing daring acts full of flame as a living while he searches for the story of his past. How he will wish he never found out...