Good guy Ralph Bergson was at his home when suddenly, something happens.

He gets strangled to death. He gets sent to Equestria, as a Celedon. Will he put his new talents to good use?

(!WARNING! This is a Displaced+Power Lotto fic, and the ponies are humanized. If that is not your cup of tea, I must kindly request that you avoid commenting negatively, unless you read the story to provide criticism. Deleting of comments will not take place unless there is a double-post or nothing but mindless swearing. Thank you and have a wonderful day!) (Comments contain spoilers)

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FEATURED ON 06/29/2015!
AND AGAIN ON 07/01/2015! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!

Hello. My name is, or was, Larry Crawford.

My new name is Mortis Magister, or Death Master in Latin. I took the name once I found out that the place I live in will never be welcoming to me. Or me. Or me. Or the other mes that now inhabit Equestria.

Did I tell you about how I got here? No?

Good. I don't know how.

This is the tale of how a skeleton army toppled the reign of the Pony Sisters. This is my tale.

And bones will fall.

(Characters will be added as needed)

This story is a product of Wheenesss' super power lottery post on the LoHAV forum. Check it out if you need inspiration.

(Cover art used from a public repository for facebook cover images. I hope that counts as having permission to use it.)