The beginnings are hard. Beginning to write a book. Beginning a work after weekend. And, of course, beginning a new life. To be honest, I never wanted a new life. I kinda liked to be a slaver. It was easy job, hunting weak ponies and selling them to Red Eye for ton of caps. I guess that's why i still don't know how to start the new life that was given to me... Goddesses, what did I do to You, besides selling Your little ponies? I mean, it's bad, okay, but not that bad! I was saving them from wasteland, one could say!
Uhh, well, anyway. I guess i should tell you about myself. Name's Direct Hit. I'm a unicorn, 28 years old, single... What? Okay, okay, jeez. Was a slaver, as you probably already know. And no, i don't believe in the shit people talk about good and bad. No one in the Wasteland is saint, even the so called Stable Dweller or Security. Hah, I can even bet that they are even less saint than me. At least at the moment. Ah, I forgot: I am an enemy to probably everything alive and thinking in this Wasteland. No scratch that, let's say just alive, and some not longer among the living. Some people remember me from my slaver past, some hold a grudge against me because i betrayed the slaver's life, and some just don't care and want to beat me to fuckin' paste. Anyway, let's go with the story.
