(Sept. 18th, 2016: I hereby declare this to be the obligatory 'old shame' fic. Read at your own peril.)

I'm fairly certain that someone's out to get us. They managed to sabotage our efforts to look into the Twisting Nether, and as a result, me and my wife, Ira, were separated. I landed in a colorful world of ponies. Ira...

I don't know.

But that's not going to stop me from finding her again, invisible enemy or not. And if she's dead, nothing will stop me from taking vengeance.