Aforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished Stories

Hi, my name is Hurmen Dingleberry, I was raised by muslims and was taught the art of explosions and terrorism. When I grew up and learned more about the world, I suddenly realized that I didn't want to make people explode just because I had different beliefs. So, soon, I studied under the tutelage of Bill Gates and Steve Jobs raised from the dead and went to SSMIT, which stands for Super Secret Massachusetts of Technology. Its like the normal MIT except its a lot harder and the teachers are robots. I continued my studies until I dangled upon a show. It wasn't just any show though, it had talking pastel ponies that where generally funny and cute, very cute...

Soon, I joined in the incredibly dense male populated fandom of the bronies, and ho'boy did I have a rib tickling good time with the many things to do. Then, I got an idea, why not make a teleporter to Questria, the land of the free with warm honey and milk a flowin. I was ecstatic, for many weeks on weeks, with guidance from my robot overseers and inspirational quotes from zombie Steve Jobs, I finally did it. I was able to create the portal to Questria, now to test it out and maybe wooh my love, Rabow Dash, my one and only.

Blue energy swirled ecstatically inside the metal ring. Hurmen looked at his creation, his fingers stained with motor oil and goat blood. Inside the deep confines in one of the hangars of SSMIT, the robots watched him with cameras and started clapping with their metal hands in amazement of his achievement far in the higher hangars of the underground college.