A Chessmaster and his Game

Jackson McCard, a twenty six year old man with burnt-brown hair, jade eyes, unhealthy teeth, six feet and eight inches of tallness, fifteen inches of feetsies, twelve inches of chicken.

He was loving the earth as he frolicked through a field of flowers in the middle of the night, the cold not bothering either him or his lovestick as he made leaps and bounds among the beautiful petals and electrifying stems.

His mind was blank, he didn't know why he was frolicking through a field of flowers, didn't he only go on a jog?

Wait, no, no he hadn't gone on a jog, he'd wanted to go on a jog, but then weird things started happening.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself, his legs stopping the frolicking movements immediately as his mental faculties were saved from their suffocation.

"I'm currently being raped by some sort of dark goddess, this is happening after some sort of light goddess controlled the sun and moon, an act that I wasn't paying attention to, this happened after I fought my way through Hell itself with nothing more than a riot shield and a simple sabre that I was going to use in a cosplay, this happened after I was sent to the magical-talking-horse-land of Equestria by P1, an insane god-figure that lived in my head from ages ten to seventeen, this was after I decided to go on a jog out in the streets of Paris, France, which I went to after I abandoned my home-country of America because of the threat of poverty and death. What I am doing is lying down and falling asleep like a submissive bitch while my body is ravaged by that Nightmare Moon's arctic-temperature vagina, I NEED TO WAKE THE FUCK UP!" he shouted as he proceeded to punch himself in the head with both fists.

The world seemed to explode around him.

~In the world of the awake~

Jackson's eyes slammed open, right as his body peaked and starting packing Nightmare Moon's honeypot with his man-cream.

He sat up really quickly and grabbed her by the neck, angrily strangling the black alicorn as their still-connected bodies writhed and released liquids.

"You *punch* fucking *punch* BITCH! *punch*" he emphasized each word with a hard strike to the face, pinning the lunar monarch beneath him as he relentlessly pounded his fist into her face.

Grabbing her neck with both hands again, he looked at the curtain that surrounded the veiled bed, and used that to his advantage.

Standing up on the soft mattress, ignoring his own lack of clothing and wilting member, he walked over to one of the curtain-frame's support struts and began smacking the large pony's body against it.

Ending it off by plowing the Force Edge through her chest, he watched her cold, electrifying form crumple to the ground.

Stepping away from the body, and finally getting onto the floor, he found the marble to be icy cold underfoot, which he confirmed was actual ice on the floor.

Carefully stepping over to his clothing, which had been thoughtfully folded up and placed on a nearby dresser, he was about to put said clothes on when a sound caught his ear.

*CHAOW-WHISSSSSSHHHHHH* came the sound, and Nightmare Moon's body dissolved into a cloud of starry blue mist, flying away with great speed.

The sudden rush of cold wind reminded Jackson that he still needed to dry off, and toweled himself off quite rudely with a pair of panties that was inside the dresser, before putting the undergarment back into the drawer and putting on his clothes again. It was really good that he had put on three layers of clothes, because it was really fucking cold in the bedchamber, probably from Nightmare Moon's magic. he grabbed his machete, his shield, and his pistol, and ran out of the room.

Getting into a full blown sprint, his sheathed machete sporadically bouncing around at his side, shield clapping on his back, and even the pistol shifted around on his other side.

Passing by several guards who gave him confused looks, they were probably wondering how he was still able to walk after half an hour, but the running man paid no mind to them, only thinking about how to get out of the castle as soon as possible.

The tall human ran through another corridor, going off of memory from when he was led from the throne room to the tower.

It was a good thing that he had good memory.

He found the throne room again and was greeted by several Nightmare-minion bat-ponies, who charged at him on sight.

It was too easy, drawing his shield and machete, he slashed a few of them out of the way, doing a jumping spin-attack to hit about four or five in a row, then ending off with a stab.

There were too many for him to fight alone, a veritable army of bat-ponies, so he did the best thing he could think off.

He jumped out of the nearest window.

Unfortunately, said window was about twenty stories up.

Falling through the air, pieces of glass shimmering around him as they caught the white moonlight, he prepared to tuck and roll for his life. He didn't hit the ground with a *splat*, or even a *thud*, instead, he felt something latching around his arms as his descent was slowed immensely.

A pair of bat-ponies were carrying him, and as he gently landed on the ground, they then proceeded to pin him, mashing his fists under their bodies as another one came down and landed on his torso, looking down at him.

"As ruled by her highness Nightmare Moon, you shall receive a hundred lashes by hoof, any last words before we begin your punishment?" the mare taunted, raising a hoof up high.

"Yes, you have a trap, and have trapped me, however you have made a mistake in your trap," the burnt-brunette started, waiting for a response.

"What mistake did we make, you fleshy whelp?" the mare demanded, putting her hooves at the sides of his head.

"A big, big mistake," he answered vaguely.

"What is it?" the bat-pony interrogated, swatting Jackson's ear with her hoof.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that there is one thing that you never put in a trap?" he queried, his tone turning suspiciously arrogant

"WHAT!" the angry mare demanded, pounding her hooves into his sternum.

"If you're smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there is one thing that you never, EVER, put, in a trap!" his voice rose.

"What's that?" the mare smugly asked, raising a hoof to begin the striking.

"ME," the tall man said, summoning the Force Edge to his hand underneath each of the pinning ponies, pushing them off and grabbing the mare on top of him by the head, ripping off her helmet and head-butting her.

Throwing the little pony off of him and finishing her with a quick stab to the throat, he ran past the three corpses and out of the gates to the castle, bursting into a small airfield filled with chariots.

"Oh goddammit, I need to get somewhere, somewhere safe, but where?" he asked as he began searching the chariots for anybody or anything.

He found a small object, a ring with the Skyrim logo on it.

*duh-na-na-NAAA~*

You got: The Fuser-Odahviing Ring

With this, you can harness the power of Odahviing, Alduin's right-wing dragon, you can now use those dragon wing symbols on your hoodie to fly.

"Alright, that seems simple enough," Jackson concluded, trying it out.

A pair of spikes of pain shot through his back, followed by the feeling of bleeding, and then a tearing noise and heavy weight on his back.

He turned his head to find that the wings had torn through his jacket, leaving the back of it practically completely stripped off.

"Shit, that's not good," he muttered as he willed the wings away and removed his jacket, inspecting the damage, "Yeah, that's too much damage, I might as well just leave it here," he observed as he unceremoniously dropped the green and black garment onto the stony ground.

He looked at the ring again, another message popping up.

CAUTION, the wings will be sourced at the actual wing symbols on your hoodie, remove any clothing over the hoodie before using the ring, or that clothing will be torn to shit

Facepalming and summoning the wings again, receiving the same spikes of pain and bleeding feeling all over, then a scorching sensation and a new weight on his back.

He turned his head to inspect the new attachments, spread out behind him was a magnificent pair of dragon wings, the bony frames covered with scales. He estimated each wing to be about three and a half feet long, added to the space between them gave him a total wingspan of seven and a half feet.

Getting a feel for the new appendages, they were surprisingly light, yet they felt very strong, his whole body felt a lot lighter, "I think my bones are hollow, okay, so that's the disadvantage to this awesomeness, when I have the wings, I guess my bones become hollow so that they can lift me, fantastic, I get dragon wings and balsa-wood bones," he complained in a sarcastic tone, stretching out the massive things and moving them into his field of view.

The black scales were harder than anything he had ever experienced before, making a low *knock* sound when he tapped them with his fist. The dark red skin was leathery and smooth, with concave arcs between the tips of the bones.

"Okay, now then, I need to fly, so... how do?" he asked to nobody in particular, facepalming when he realized that he had no idea how to use his new toys, "Great, okay, not going to be using those for a while, I wonder how much flying lessons would cost, or how long they would take. Ugh, I need to focus on getting out of here, and fast," he argued with himself.

He brandished the Force Edge and his tactical machete when he heard the *cloppity clop* of hooves nearing him.

"Human Jackson, are you alright?" it was that Shining Armor guy, why was he concerned for Jackson's wellbeing?

"I'm alright, just trying to find a way away from the castle," the tall man replied, keeping his blades out.

"It's good that you're okay, I've been trying to round up everypony that went missing or was Nightmare-ified, so far everypony that I've come across is the latter. I'm sorry but there isn't an easy way to get out of Canterlot, all of the pegasi guards were Nightmare-ified first, so the chariots are a no-go," the captain informed, huffing and puffing from the extensive exertion he had been getting.

"Alright, and I'm assuming that the gates have us outnumbered ten-to-one?" the armed man wasted no time helping with an escape plan.

"That's unfortunately the most optimistic statement that I've heard all day, it's more like thirty to one, do you have any ideas?" the white stallion asked, keeping his halberd raised and ready in case of anypony approaching.

"Do you know how to fly, and by chance also have a memory-transfer magic spell?" it was hopeful, far too hopeful to help.

"I have neither, sorry," Shining apologized, shifting his gaze around the horizon.

"Okay, so we have two options, I can try to glide us as far as we can get from here, or we brave the gates. Personally I think that the latter is actually a more viable option," the man proposed as he put away the Force Edge in favor of his FN5.7 pistol.

"What is that?" the blue maned stallion asked as his gaze fell onto the L-shaped object.

"It's called a pistol, the FN5.7 to be exact. Think of it like a cannon, but with really small cannonballs, less than half an inch wide in fact," the jade-eyed man explained, preparing to take a few test shots.

"That doesn't sound very helpful, a cannon would be too slow to take out a large group of hosti-" Shining was cut off by several small explosions erupting from the pistol in the span of three seconds.

"That's the beauty of it, for some reason thought of by a mad god, this thing never needs reloading, and the five point seven cartridge is extremely powerful. To give you and idea, it's a small conical projectile, travelling well above the speed of sound, with a plastic tip and a layer of copper over a core of lead, one of those loads can pierce through seven and a half inches of books, with the rounded plastic tip, and the jacket being stripped off half-way through, and the core is on its side. I think that these steel tipped, steel core, high velocity load rounds will be able to penetrate through several heads in one go, so come on," Jackson insisted, "FOLLOW YOU, YOU'LL LEAD THE WAY." he said in a mock Scottish accent.

"You seem confident in your abilities," Shining noted as he led the way, "You're acting like you could take on Nightmare Moon herself," he jeered sarcastically.

"Well, I already have," the human told the truth, though he didn't plan on releasing the whole truth.

"I don't see any sun in the sky, so I'd say that you're lying," Shining countered.

"That's because by 'took her on', I mean that I raped her," Jackson tried to keep from vomiting at the thought of it, he was no stranger to lying about things that couldn't be proven nor denied in order to make one's self look cooler or better.

He bumped into Shining Armor, looking down and seeing that the large unicorn had frozen in his tracks, "I... I don't believe you," the stallion finally said before resuming his trotting.

"But it's true, I got all up in that ice-cold puss-puss, gave that dark goddess bitch a big ol' dose of nature's finest medicine-for-mares," the highly-armed human saw that both himself and Shining were suppressing the urge to vomit.

It was silent until the two reached the front hallway of the castle, where they spotted about five dozen or so Nightmare-ified guards blocking the gate.

"Okay, they haven't seen us, I don't think, I think they can see in the dark, but luckily we haven't opened the door, so, Shiny, got any ideas on how to approach this?" the civilian asked the soldier.

"I say we let off a large volley of attacks, then start defending heavily while waiting for opportune moments to strike, but remember, they're just regular ponies, no tougher than the average guard, they just have the power to see in the dark," the soldier replied to the civilian.

"Alright, sounds good, I-" Jackson was cut off by a sound.

*drrroooiiiid*

"What was that? Some sort of enemy we didn't see?" Shining lifted his halberd and looked throughout the front hall.

"No, dude, it's just my cellphone, oh it's my cousin Evan, hold on I gotta take this," the man said, putting the Droid Ultra up to his head.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jackson, it's me, Evan."

"HEY EVAN, haven't heard from you in years, dude."

"Yeah, hey I wanted to call you and see how you're doing over in France, y'know, wondering what's your apartment like, how many burglars you've murdered, how many blowjobs you've gotten, the likes and such."

"Ooh, uh, no blowjobs, and I'm not in France anymore, remember that mad god I told you about when we were younger?"

"The *Player*? The guy in your head?"

"Yeah the Player,well, he came out of my head and sent me to this place, it's called Equestria."

"HOLY SHIT! You're in Equestria too?"

"You know the place?"

"Dude, I live here now, Princess *gag* Celestia summoned me and the gang here almost a year ago, I got these cool powers from my D&D character, everyone got some cool video game thing, did you get anything like that?"

"You're probably in another universe or something, because the Celestia I met is an anthropophobic bitch."

"Hey, don't call Celestia that!" Shining protested.

"Hey, asshole, I'm on the phone, in the middle of a conversation, don't you know how goddamn rude it is to interrupt someone's phone call?" McCard rebuked.

"Who was that?

"Oh, some soldier guy, I think his name is Shining Armor?" a nod from the blue maned stallion "Yeah, Shining Armor, we were planning a way to get out of Canterlot Castle when you called, we're in the front hall and the gate is being blocked by a whole bunch of these bat-pony things."

"What time is it over there?"

"My gold watch is digital and it reads eleven fifty eight at night."

"Then tell Shining that his little sister is about to save the world."

"Um okay then, I'll do it."

"Oh wait, did you get cool powers too?"

"So far I've scrounged around and found a Shadow Clone Jutsu, the Force Edge from Devil May Cry, and a dragon wings ability for Skyrim."

"Awesome, okay, tell Shining the thing."

"Um, alright."

"Alright gotta go, bye."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Okay, so that was my cousin, who is currently in another universe, and he was able to call me, also my phone was half-charged when I got here and now it's fully charged, and I have a message for you," Jackson ranted, his sudden stop causing the pony to turn to him.

"What?" the stallion asked, trying not to show how nervous he was.

"Your little sister is about to save the world." Jackson couldn't have timed that better.

Less than two seconds after he said that, the sky was suddenly ablaze with sunlight.

"That was... are you? What?" Shining was awestruck as he looked out of the window, seeing the sun restored and the bat-ponies restored to their original forms.

"Wow, that's actually pretty badass, anyways, since the whole 'Eternal Night' thing isn't an issue anymore, wanna hang out?" Jackson was very willing to put the night behind him.

"Well, okay, we can hang out, but that'll have to wait until after I finish a damage report, okay?" the captain received a nod in response.

"You'll probably find me passed out in one of the hallways, I'm really tired right now" Jackson said as he walked away, wanting to get a layout of the castle if he was going to be staying here for a while.

The two parted ways, one to explore, the other to account.

~Some time later~

His watch read six AM, had he really been wandering around the castle for six hours? It felt like six minutes to him.

He couldn't recall much from his exploration at the moment, the haze of exhaustion taking over him, he hadn't slept since noon.

That was noon, the day before the day he was sent here, his calculations told him he had been awake for sixty six hours.

He was about to fall over when he foot tapped something on the floor, hearing it slide away.

Tilting his burnt-brown haired head downwards, he found a second FN5.7 laying on the ground.

*duh-na-na-NAAA~*

You got: The Twin Pinners

Stil, maar Dodelijke

This pair of FN5.7s carries infinite ammo, because having a gun without ammo is like having a sword without an edge, really hard to use effectively

This is the 'light' pair of guns you will receive, but what they lack in destructive power, they make up for in armor-piercing capabilities and ability to be made quiet.

He looked ahead, finding another pair of guns laying on the marble floor

*duh-na-na-NAAA~*

You got: The Bucking Blasters

God made man, Colonel Colt made them equal

This pair of Colt (which is where the fancy item name came from) M1911s also carried infinite ammo, and pack quite a punch

This is the 'medium' weight pistol set, they have a lot more power than the FNs, but don't have as much penetrating power on armor, still they are strong and reliable, if harder to handle

Both his FNs and his Colts phased into hammerspace, and merely wishing them into his hands made them appear.

"Ah, sir Jackson, it is... nice.... to see that you survived the night," Celestia greeted, brushing off some ash that was left on her flank, "Shall we continue where we left off yesterday?" she asked sweetly, putting on a gentle, motherly, yet seductive tone.

"*ahem* No." it was a bit odd for a simple 'no', but Jackson was an odd guy.

"What do you mean 'no'? I thought you wanted this, that it was something that you needed," Celestia protested, tapping her hooves on the floor with little hops.

"You couldn't be further from the truth even if you were standing at the edge of the universe," he angrily replied, PTSD kicking in, "I didn't need this," he gestured to everything, "I didn't ask for this, I didn't even want this. I had an okay life back home, and it was ripped away from me, I had friends and family, friends and family that I contemplated going to see again," hot tears were in his eyes, the insanity of his situation hitting him full force.

"I left my country, the great United States of America, because a story I once wrote, called Disconnected, was coming true, crime was on the rise, poverty was everywhere, the rich get fatter and the poor die more, so I left. I ran away, those are the words that I'll be famous for, I ran away, I ran from the problems that I couldn't fix, I ran to Europe, which wasn't nearly as bad off, I went to France, a place known equally for how brutally powerful they are, as well as how big of metaphorical pussies they are," he stopped to breathe, his lungs burning and tears flowing freely, it was a stroke of luck that nopony else was around at the moment.

"I got sent here by an insane god that came out of my head! Whisked away from my flat and any chance of seeing my friends and family again. I trust that you know how HARD it is to deal with not seeing your family for a long time, Miss 'Banish my sister to the moon for a millenium', yeah, I know about that, I was able to piece it together from the letter you got from that Twilight pony and the fact that Nightmare Moon called you 'sister' right before she raped me!" he stopped again, he felt like throwing up, and almost did if it weren't for the fact that his stomach was empty.

"She raped me, I didn't want sex, I prided myself in purity and waited for marriage, I'm old fashioned like that. After I strangled her for that, I felt power. You see, I don't like you, I don't like you one bit, Celestia, not at all, and your behavior, especially the sarcastic way you said that it was 'nice... that I survived the night', I hate you, I hate you with more passion than I've hated anyone or anything in my whole life!" a black aura surrounded him now, his tears turning green as his eyes released purple smoke.

He raised his fist, which was encompassed in dark magic, and punched Celestia right in the face.

Celestia cried out in pain, Jackson only laughed.

"You sent me to Hell, LITERALLY, I have much more reason to hate you than ANYONE! Even the Player only sent me here, meanwhile you're the little bitch who got her panties in a bunch because I'm a human. Let me recap, you sent me to Hell itself, merely because I'm a human? I ought to beat your ass to a pulp for how goddamn RACIST that is! At least I got some release from Nighty, where as I nearly died several times because of you!" he sent out a shadow clone to mirror his actions.

"Sister? We heard yelling, is everything alri-*gasp*" Luna stopped in her tracks and blushed at the sight of the one she had taken advantage of.

A shadow clone appeared in front of her, shushing her with a finger to her mouth, "I'll attend to you in a minute," the raging man's voice was now accompanied by a chorus of screaming demons and angelic chanters that made it seem like he was many people saying the same thing at the same time.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, Hell, not pleasant at all, the first fuck of my life, actually kinda liked it, didn't need it, didn't ask for it, didn't want it, but still good. Back to Celestia, I still ought to beat your ass to a pulp, or just outright kill you by torture, but I'm not so sure about it..." he paused, activating his dragon wings and looking at his fingernails, which had also turned into sharp, strong, dangerous cutting claws.

He put a claw in her mouth, "But why should I be so serious?" Celestia whimpered in fear, "Why. So. Serious?" he demanded, the demons shutting up in fear and the angels turning morbid.

"I, I... please..." the white alicorn wanted to be out of this mess, if she had had any idea of what she would have gone through, she would have stayed far away from the tall human.

"Let's put a smile on that face!" the jade eyed warrior offered in a giddy tone.

Not waiting a second longer, he cut through the solar diarch's cheek, carving a half of a smile to be permanently displayed on the immortal's face.

He repeated the process for the other side, ignoring Celestia whimpers and cries of pain, "There we go, doesn't it feel good to smile?" his own grin had turned into a slasher smile.

Everything stopped when the three heard something.

Jackson's gaze fell to the floor, he found the source of the noise immediately.

*drip, drip, drip* pink blood was dripping off of the princess's desecrated muzzle.

"Oh-ho-ho, would you look at that?" his smile instantly doubled in size, "You know what they say? The El Dorado saying?" the psychopath asked in a gentle, condescending tone.

"W-w-w-what's that?" Luna asked, her voice trembling.

More evil laughter

He began counting on his fingers "Gods *one*, and Goddesses *two*, do *three* not *four* BLEED *five*" he curled his fingers up and punched Celestia again, hard enough to send her to the floor.

"Anything that can bleed, sure as Hell can die," he quoted, looking down at the crying, bleeding princess, seeing her true worth and self.

She looked pathetic, like she needed comfort above all else at the moment.

The burnt-brunette looked up at Luna, her expression of fear, it was somehow cute.

He turned and stepped away when he felt himself retching, and he retched, and retched.

And threw up black bile all over the floor about five feet away.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself, instantly turning his mind back to sanity, he watched the bile dredge itself up and into a shape.

A small formation of some sort of weird mix-match of animal parts.

"What the hell is thing? It's like a biology puzzle," he wondered aloud, standing up again and backing away from it.

It stood up, "Hey, I'm a draconequus, thank you very much," the black bile silhouette corrected indignantly, brushing itself off.

"DISCORD!" Luna got into action, getting down on the small being's level, "How are you here?"

"Corruption, my dear Luna, it's how you lost control of Dream-mistress Starry-Sky, turning it into Nightmare Moon, I was responsible for such a thing, and this human nearly did the job of taking Celestia out of the picture for me!" it replied, giving a lion's thumb's up to Jackson.

"You used me, I'll kill you!" Jackson whipped out his Bucking Blasters and opened fire.

Several loud shots later, the little Discord was nothing more than a coppery splatter and a pile of ash.

"Tiny fucker, nearly made me kill Celestia, I hate her for nearly killing me, but I wouldn't kill her back," he lamented, willing his guns away.

"We apologize for that, Sir McCard, t'was our fault that Discord's influence escaped his stony imprisonment and took over your desires in order to do such travesties, t'was not you in control, and I understand that, you have done nothing wrong, for you were powerless to stop it," Luna reassured, wrapping a wing around the kneeling man.

"I get it, and while I did want to smack ol' Celly around, maybe even around the block, I didn't want to outright kill her, because then I'd be just as bad as her," he explained, stamping his foot on the ash to amplify the small monster's deadness.

"I know the feeling, I've been through the exact same thing," the lunar diarch empathized, dropping the formalities for the moment.

"Ugh, dear mother, Discord is going to pay for this, if he ever breaks out of his effigy, he'll pay for it out of his hide!" Celestia groaned as she stood up, her alicorn biology healed her facial wounds, but the Joker-like scars remained.

The three had a few words to each other before needing to part ways.

~Some time later~

"I trust that you wish to go someplace else?" Luna had met with Shining Armor after a while, and Jackson looked at the stallion with whom he had expected to 'bro it up' with.

"He could stay with me, my Captain's quarters are plenty big enough for the both of us," the white stallion offered.

"That is acceptable, Sir McCard, willst thou stay with Knight Shining Armor during thy time in the castle?" Luna agreed, turning to Equestria's only human

Jackson smiled as his thoughts led him to realize that he could pretty much say any human words and get away with it on the grounds that the ponies had no idea what they meant, "Alright then, c'mon ya cracka, I could use the grand tour of our room," he agreed, relishing in the fact that neither ponies questioned his terminology.

"We shall leave thee to thy touring," the blue alicorn dismissed herself, trotting away.

"See ya later nigga," the jade-eyed man called out to the departing princess.

"Okay, what's with the words that I don't understand, are they some sort of human terms that I'm not aware of?" Shining asked, leading the way to his personal room.

"Yes, and the meanings of these words are something that you need not concern yourself with, I'll tell you what they mean when I feel that you're ready to handle the truth," the tall man politely explained.

"Alright then, come in, we're already here," Shining opened a door that the two had just reached, leading into his modest personal room.

"Nice place," the warrior complimented, noting the hint of a sweaty smell in the chamber, the floor had a few pieces of clothing scattered around it, mostly under-armor type garments with a few socks to boot.

A dresser with six drawers, a closet with nothing more than a black tuxedo and a worn, brown, cowboy-age longcoat hanging up, a single large bed that looked big enough for three or four Shining Armors, if Jackson's math was right, and a window on either side of the bed, letting in ample sunlight to illuminate the room, and a desk with a dozen or so papers laying on it.

"This is the place, so..." the stallion trailed off as he spun around and gestured to everything, "That door over there leads to the bathroom, the closet only has my formal tux in it, and the dresser has four empty drawers, since I only use one for under-armor and one for a few other things, so, make yourself at home, because for now, this is home," the stallion breathed in the slightly sweaty air, trotting into the bathroom to relieve himself.

"Odd how he made no mention of this duster, oh well, it looks cool and I need something to replace my Halo jacket," Jackson reasoned as he plucked the duster from its hanger and put it on.

*duh-nah-nah-NAH~*

You got: The Redemption Coat Mk 1: Dead Man's Law

A gift from P1 , the mad god himself, for achieving trust among the important ponies of the Castle Canterlot, surviving the Night of the Re-Harmonization, and finding a place to stay.

This simple looking worn brown long-coat is stab-proof and bullet proof, the latter is probably not important in this world, but it's still cool.

All types of stabs and bullets will simply bounce off this garment like it was rubber or something, but slashes, chemicals, and burning will damage it like anything else.

This item goes in the Jacket/Coat slot.

A glowing UI appeared in front of the man's face, depicting his body with many slots on it.

From head to toe, he was apparently clad in: Infernal Sentinel's Amulet, Determination t-shirt, Light blue Dragon Wings hoodie, Gray skinny jeans, Gold watch (digital) w/ time-second and date display, Fuser-Odahviing Ring, Ordinary boxers, Ordinary socks, Ash-stained red sneakers.

Dragging the item form of 'The Redemption Coat Mk 1' to the slot marked Jacket/Coat, it snapped into place and the duster appeared on his body in a small puff of white sparkles.

"Awesome, video game equipment system, I guess it's useful, I have a lot of areas on my body that I can cover, and this coat is the cool one from Red Dead Redemption," he observed, among the many areas on the interface, he noticed thighs, shins, knees, ten rings, a belt, and a field of slots for the neck, which one slot was occupied by the Infernal Sentinel's Amulet.

"Cool coat, where'd you get that from? You didn't have it on when we came in here," Shining said as he exited the bathroom.

"It was a gift," the man said as he looked at his new

"Oh, that's nice, who gave it to you?" the stallion asked as he removed his helmet to fix his mane.

"A friend, a really good friend," the man replied, sighing as he thought of the mad god.

"Okay, but I'm asking for a name," the soldier insisted, putting his helmet back on.

"Well, let's just say that, if things keep on like they are, and he's back to the way he was before, then my friend is just.... well..... he's just another Player in the Chessmaster's Game," Jackson finally answered.

A mighty roar of insane laughter rang out inside his head, 'Nice title-drop, Jacky boy, keep it up and I'll keep being your Sugar Daddy, but with adventures instead of sex,' P1 said to the man's brain before departing.

And all was silent again.