With a heavy breath, steeped in sorrow.
A man on a hill will judge your 'morrow.
He'll determine if he wants you dead.
Or if he wants you to live on instead.

He's lost, you know, but he has no clue.
He doesn't know to what good men allude.
Of morals and conscience, of peace of mind.
These are all things he's left far behind.

And now, at last, he knows he can change.
But first, the future is what he must arrange.

Why does everyone have to be so fragile?

Of course sometimes broken things can be put back together.

Other times... Well... The world sweeps them up and tosses them in the trashcan.

Everything dies.

Sometimes sooner than it should, and sometimes not for very long.

When death proves to be a bit more impermanent than it should be, Celestia is left to figure it out.

As well as why the new citizen of her fair land seems so intent on keeping the answers to himself.

This story is a sequel to To Befriend the Night

A journey of one thousand miles begins with a single step, sure, but the remaining steps are no less difficult. You are merely more determined to survive them.

A deed which, like all others, is much better endured in good company.

Coverart once again done by jjames10 (or Tome Turner).

An unlikely marriage with an unlikely honeymoon spot.

The world sucks, is it any surprise? No one can really argue that.

Such is the outlook of the man who shows up in Equestria, prepared to kill himself when he feels he's done with the world. But he's stopped, and he angrily decides to follow Twilight, to have her teach him a lesson he never really considered before. Perhaps there's more to the world than the world itself.

Sometimes, ponies who have done horrible things ask that the world forget them, that their town would forget them, that maybe even just their pets would forget them. No amount of purity in their lives can ever live down that one event, and they all wish they could just go back to the start, to fix it, to make it so it had never occurred. But, regardless, it will still stay in their heads. In that respect, none of them can ever be truly free. They are always trapped in a cage of their own memories, and they can’t seem to get out.

Unless, of course, they destroy the cage.

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Cover art credit goes to Staple. Background of said Cover art goes to this person.

This story is a sequel to Harbinger, randomness of George

I'd tell you that you don't need to read the previous story, Harbinger, randomness of George, but given that I can't accurately summarize George in the loosest sense of the word. It is required reading.

It's a one shot, even if the end doesn't shout 'One Shot!' at your face holes.

Edit: I lied! MWAHAHAHAHA!

No Cover Art, because screw tradition.

When a man finds out that he's a shell of his former self due to a meddling death god, how exactly will he take it? Pokemon Crossover.

Don't mind me, just following the crowd.

There was a time when the ponies did not have smoothies. They turned their heads skyward and cried for a fruity and slushy refreshment, but the princesses couldn't help. Then an alien descended from on high, a chalice in it's hand, and it grinned. For the alien knew of such a thing, and he was willing to share it, for a price.

And that price was two bits a cup.

Fair warning: Word play.