If you ever met Sunstone when he was but a young colt, you would’ve seen a large grin, two purple eyes full of determination, and an earth pony who could take on the world.

But something happened over the years. As Sunstone grew older, more and more did his cheerful smile morph into an ugly scowl. His enthusiastic attitude gradually capsized, leaving in its stead a disgruntled husk of his former self.

Shining Armor and Twilight Sparkle: Two gifted unicorns that would quickly undermine everything Sunstone has been hoping to achieve, unintentionally turning him into the underdog he never wished to be. Resentment overtaking his better judgement, feeling doomed to be living forever in the shadow of his immensely successful brother and sister, Sunstone has had a lifetime of feeling thoroughly unremarkable.

Unable to bear his inability to stand out amongst his younger siblings, Sunstone vowed to never see his family again. It’s been five years since he departed on a journey to finally understand his true place in Equestria.

Not once has he looked back at the life he left behind.

Hello. I used to be the frontman of a small emerging band called ‘Northern Chalet.’ I also used to be a number cruncher in this generic tech firm. Nowadays, however, I’m busying myself with figuring out why in the blazing layers of hell I’ve been transposed into the body of a small equine creature. Because these things happen, apparently.

I thought to be alone suffering from this predicament, but I soon found out that five other blokes – humans just like yours truly – had also been pooled into this insane experiment. And so, I found myself buddied with a timid 9 year old with trust issues, an electrical engineer careerist erring on workaholism, a family man from the outback who does nothing but yap about his eighteen-wheeler, an alcoholic with a severe case of pyrophobia, and a French chain-smoking teen living in poverty. Not that I have issues of my own, nope. I’m a perfectly balanced individual, see.

Crazy that in a world populated with ponies, the people I have the most trouble coping with are none other than my fellow misguided humans. Frustrating little things, the lot of them. Because boy, do we not get along. And yet, the ponies we’re possessing, well, they used to be the bestest of friends. So how come they made it work but we can’t?