All I could remember for the time being was that there was a loud bang and then I was alone. I was alone walking drunkly down the blood-splattered, body-filled streets. Alone. Sweet Celestia, I was all alone, in the middle of a war between Griffons and Ponies and I was totally drunk. I'm still not sure what totally happened afterwards, but I was in the middle of Manehattan, chaos surrounding my ambience. It was terrifying, to say the least, and the alcohol gave me a huge migraine. After what I think was passing out in an alley way, being poked by little kids thinking I was dead before I jumped up, scaring them, I walked some more until I came across the military sign-ups. The Equestrian Military needed more members to join, losing many on the frontlines. Having nothing left to live for, I signed up, got my mane cut short, had a uniform slapped on me, and was now saying "sir" at the end of every sentence.

I have no idea how I'll make it through this hell I brought upon myself, but I'm gonna sure as hell try to.