My name is John. I live my normal life in my home out in the country.
I have my close friends and family, or what's left...
I mildly enjoy my own life seeing little purpose but that doesn't bring me to dark conclusions because if you're given this life?
Why not fucking live it?
Btw I wake up from a left over birthday party and do the regular shit i do but with some inconveniences.
After most of the clean-up and now my everyone has left. I am alone yet again...

I smoke some of my homegrown plant and decide to take a walk which makes it clear nature doesn't like me.
A storm was on it's way. I get back to my home and something odd happens beyond my backyard.
A fire. That seemed to put itself out.

I met the extinguisher of the fire and did not expect at all what I was seeing. Maybe I was just too high?

(So it say's to say later if the pony related shit comes later so later for the people who want to know if it's later.)
(Not much later)
(Content is questionable, I don't know I write however the hell I write. Anyone who has suggestions on what to do with the categorization or other descriptive stuff about this, feel free to caps lock it to me.)
(First Pony related story attempting to write)
(Written in clusterfuckwhatisthis format) (Not really)
(Do i count as the other Character? If not I don't care)