Life of Conmane

     I walked calmly over to where our meeting was scheduled to take place. It was fairly late, about midnight. Everypony else was asleep or enjoying the night life, but not very many ponies here in Ponyville stayed up past eleven. As I approached a seemingly random bench and sat down on it, it dawned on me that he might possibly decide to not show up. "He'll come" I convinced myself and passed the time by using my magic to toss a pebble around the ground. I'm a fairly handsome unicorn, well built white body that faded to black at my hooves.

     I have a light grey mane that is seldom very neat, I more or less ressemble a rock star with how messy and curly my mane is. My eyes are both a deep royal blue. Finally my cutie mark is 3 deep black question marks. Until my recent misadventure I had no clue what my talent was, I got my cutie mark fairly early. I never knew what I had done to deserve it, it just sorta popped up overnight like a surprise birthday gift. After a while of tossing the pebble  rhythmically  I focused my magic and caused the pebble to sizzle and explode.

     The noise woke up a few sleeping ponies but I didn't really care. I began to think he wouldn't show when out of the darkness of the night he walked over carrying his saddle bag which looked fairly heavy on his small frame. He was a light brown unicorn with a dark brown mane and hazel eyes. He was so small and thin it looked like a small rock could break him in two. His cutie mark was a quill and parchment. Before sitting down he looked at his side of the bench in horror. On the seat of said bench was a large crimson blood stain. Left there as a reminder of what happens in the darker parts of Ponyville.

     After staring at it for a few seconds he sat on top of it and looked to me and said with a quiet, curious voice "Are you the one they call Conmane?" I nodded my head in response and he replied

     "Let's hear about that interesting news headliner of a story ya got there" He spoke with a thick Manehattan accent that slightly bothered me.

     "Well I don't know if you would want to hear the entire thing, it's fairly disturbing and personal at times" Trying to institute a sense of false trust he smiled and said

     "Tell me whatever parts of this escapade you feel comfortable with" I sat there collecting my thoughts as he pulled out from his saddle bag a quill, and ink pot, and a long piece of parchment I considered a scroll. " well ok then, first allow me to give you some background information before we dive into the interesting stuff. It all started really when I was a young colt..."