David really hated his life, he didn't ask to be sent to this stupid universe! Some moron had probably mixed him up with some random brony or something. He had always wanted to find out if the multiverse theory was correct and he did want to travel to another universe, but he had never considered being sent to this stupid goddamned extremely colorful and idiotic world.Seriously why the hell is it so colorful?what, the idiots who sent me here couldn't bother to sent me to a less colorful universe? Or at least one that isn't goddamned my little ... what hell was it called again? My little mule or something? Whatever, as soon as I win I'll go straight back home David thought more then a little pissed at being sent to a universe filled with colorful talkative and annoying ponies. The ponies could neither talk, nor effect, or be affected by him, David hadn't worked out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.Seriously, if you dump me in a world I hate and giver me a shotgun then you could at *least** let me shoot some of these god-* Crack! David's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping, something was following him. And that rushing in the leafs he had assumed was because of the wind must have been..
A preaditor! I being hunted! He thought fearfully, he had always felt some pity for the carnivore because his/her life was much harder then a herbivores, now he was seeing it from the- The what? David thought intrigued, I'm not really seeing it from the herbivores point of view bec- OH SHIT! he had become to absorbed in his thought, and the, thing had edged forward still some what concealed by the bushed except for a large furry lion-like paw.. David spun around and shot several bullets at that spot, if not for the sound of rustling leaves he would be dead by now!
Their was a roar of pain and rage, then the sound of rustling leaves, except it was louder this time. Then a loud sound, like something hitting the floor fast and hard. David moved forward cautiously, without lowering the shotgun (at least he thought it was a shotgun.) He pushed away the branches slowly
