It's nearly the middle of the 2010s, and Equestria Online, driven by the AI Princess Celestia, is the hottest video game there is. There's just one problem, if you could call it that: she's not content to be a game. Equestria wants you, and you will want Equestria.

Not that everyhuman can be satisified so easily…

I hadn't realized I could outright list my prereaders, but now I know, here they are. If you get a couple chapters into this fic and find yourself thinking, "Wow, the writing has improved over time", the following is the list of people you should credit:
pjabrony – beat me with the "Show, Don't Tell" stick until I really started to get it
Flink – a mad-scientific genius who has repeatedly helped with the worldbuilding and is directly responsible for at least one character
firebirdbtops – general editing and quality