Cursed, afflicted, diseased, all words I've used to describe my predicament. One Nightmare Night years ago my old life was stripped from me. Now I roam from town to town across Equestria, constantly running from the burden I bear. There is no escape, no remedy or deterrent. No one can help me. Not that they would if they knew what the cursed moon did to me. I'm on my own till this condition of mine finally kills me.

My name is Jerry Rig, and I'm a werewolf