A groovy mystery, gang.

I am a thousand tiny ponies operating a mobile human suit for giggles.

All hail best human Sunset Shimmer! Now welcome all to The Destiny of the Ancients

Just a guy with a keyboard, whose mind tends to vomit all over it.

The stallion before you looks to be on the heavy side, a bit too fond of rich food and hard liquors. He twirls the pen in his hoof, eyes half-lidded as he scans the page. "Sup." He says.

Why do I write? Because I can't draw! I write mainly as an outlet, and don't take it too seriously. If you like what I write, awesome! If not, that's cool too.

Merc's fic guide: by Bookplayer: Is there kicking and/or punching? [Yes/No] Have you considered adding kicking and/or punching? [Yes/No] Have you considered adding more kicking and/or punching?

I have no idea what i'm doing.