Die, wake up as a some kind of changeling variant, and have to deal with ponys.

Let's just say that voices in your head, and toasters, lead to Weird Things.

Displaced. Being a 65 millon year old, ressurected, cyborg insect with a cannon on your back, and an AI in your head, sucks ass.

Wake up pink, fluffly, and more versitile then a swiss army knife. Fun ensures.

some call her the Raging Demon, or the Apex Preadator, but her friends, know her as Rainbow Dash