A not so serious being of pure chaos lets loose some chaotic fun

Fire is my rage, my hate, my anger, my friend, my ally, my passion and my creativity. Fire is many things to me but I like to call it my guardian angel.

A smuggler's tale in a dystopian cyber city full of all kinds of scum with more outside its walls.

Fire is my rage, my hate, my anger, my friend, my ally, my passion and my creativity. Fire is many things to me but I like to call it my guardian angel.

Trevor Young, a responsible young man by the age of twenty seven and Violet Young, a sweet and intelligent ten year old girl were taken and brought to Equestria as the one's they were dressed as and in the middle of a changeling invasion no less.

I forgot to mention. My name is Uncle Death! I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine.

War. War never changes. Those words are passed down from soldier to soldier, from fathers to their sons. As frightening as the thought may be, it is true. Nothing in war truly changes wether it is the cause or the battles, it never changes.

The First, Rah Jun, Lord, Creator. I have many titles but through those titles is the same thing, fear. I am Saanvodkii.

Let's see, half the Avengers are under custody, the other half are Domesticated and I am free to do as I wish. Well used to, if I wasn't brought into a whole new world by some disgusting dogs.

Long before the birth of the immortal rulers, before the founding of Equestria was a kingdom in turmoil. Plagued by a Curse, the land slowly died out and all those effected were Hollowed or Undead.

I'm a man inside a suit, my enemies call me a Dead Man walking. I wish I was, I've killed someone close to me and I didn't know until it was too late. Now I reside in another world, one filled anthropomorphic ponies.

What is Harmony without Chaos? What is peace without war?...No? Well you're in for a treat.

Hear the Echo and a Guardian will come.

Lord Protector, Master Assassin, The Masked Felon and Father. Those are the titles I have held for years but I failed to protect, I never killed, my identity is known and I don't deserve to be a Father.

My life is hell, one moment I'm in E3 the next I'm fighting in war of the world, and get this, it's not even my world. Maybe I should've gotten that drink Daxter gave me.