My name isn't much of importance, however my friends call me Loner. I got the name because I like being alone most of the time. Hell, they won't even use my original name anymore. Anyway, most people like socializing and other crap, but I prefer the nice and quite of solitude. I hardly go out of my house, preferring to sit down and play video games when I'm not doing school work. That was part of the reason I was nicknamed Loner. How I officially got it comes from an activity I love doing.

Airsoft. That's how I met a majority of my real friends. Twice a month we would go to my friend Jacobs early in the morning, whose parents own a lot of land that we use as our arena. It wasn't much of a competition, we mostly do it for fun. That's where I got the name. As my friends like grouping up, I prefer going lone wolf. It's effective when you stick with ambush attacks and have a fuck ton of patience at your disposal. Sometimes I would be found, sometimes not, once I went an entire game without seeing anyone or anyone finding me. Afterwards I would get in my truck, get some dinner for myself, and go home to get ready for normal life.

At least, not this time…

Warning: This story is a self-insert (without the shipping and romance). It contains: violence, gore, profanity, human vs pony, Royal Guard killing, random events, religious and political opinions that some will not agree with, and more.