Earth is home to many gods. Lately, there seem to be quite a few more. Law doesn't care. He's got his hands full with just the blue alicorn. And the Trickster god. And the vampires. And everything else that just simply isn't real.

Most scoff at the past, stuffing it rudely behind them as they shove through and press their gaze forward towards the future. Some never can, no matter how powerful they may be. And, no matter who they are, the past always catches up. Always.

Captain Morgan, Sailor Jerry, and a cast of other alcohols make fun of me and torture me for being a terrible writer. The ponies help. Them, not me. Accursed ponies.

Dark King Oblivion learns the magic of friendship in a happy, rainbow-saturated land of ponies and smurfs. They make him a safety helmet so he doesn't hurt himself.