Moved about six months ago, set up shop, decent work. Adopted a kid, one of the natives, nice kid, wish I could spend more time with him.

Right when I woke up it was gone, no warning, no explanation, nothing. Just my leg ripped off below the knee. They sent me out here for some physical therapy or something, they sad it'd be "good for me"

Jack is one of the more recent arrivals to Ponyville, filling a much needed position as a carpenter.