June 6th, 1944. The invasion of Normandy, code named Operation overlord. I, among many others, rushed the beaches at Omaha, though many of us did not make it back. Some died, but others were transported to a strange land of cheer and color. Hello, my name is Reginald Parker. My supposed death was on Omaha beach, but my eyes tell me otherwise. Now can someone please tell me why there's an aircraft carrier sitting on the ground?!

Twilight was going for a walk. A normal, peaceful walk, which, of course, has to be interrupted by the loud sounds of metal dragons and smoke-blowing monsters. Fun. Then along comes a taco from nowhere and lands on her mane, covering it in lettuce and taco crust. More fun.

Notes:
To those of you that still look at this story, I am saying that I may just stop where I am and rewrite this without the first few-odd chapters and pick up without the humans, because the people seem to not like the trends around them.