A guy buys a replica of the Pon drum from patapon on Etsy, and is sent to Equestria as the great Patapon. He then plants Mater, the Patapon tree of life, and brings the Patapon tribe to the new land. Now it is time for the Patapons to march!

A Displaced fic. Tags and characters will be added as I go on. Rated T just in case. I do not own Patapon or MLP. Also, thanks to 'DIE: Dwarf In Equestria' for the title idea.
2/1/2015 4:10 PM: Wait...... I was FEATURED!?!?! How did that happen! Thank all you readers for helping me get here! This really means a lot to me! Now, I'm going to go party! (March 26th and another feature! Thank you so very much!) (Another feature as of April 18, 2015! Thanks so much!) (Okay, I'm going to stop tracking when I got featured, but thank you all so much!.)

I happen to be a huge Starcraft fan. So, when Comic-Con came to town, I just had to go as a zerg—my favorite race—of my own devising. The only thing that I could not make or get in time, were some clawed gloves that go with my outfit. So when I saw the perfect pair, I just had to buy and try them on. So, then I blacked out and found myself in the land of techno-colored ponies. And I discovered that I was not in control of my actions; it was the genocide named Prime Directive that was in control. And so, the zerg spread over half of Equestria before they managed to blast me with the rainbow. I was turned to stone, and I ended up becoming the one in charge. Now I need to convince the ponies that I'm not evil anymore. (My first fic, and a LoHAV. Thanks to all constructive critics that are helping me, or have helped me.)

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