Joel, The Element of Badassery

          Joel knew what a brony was. All to well in fact. A few months ago he dabbled in the fandom, but stayed out for the most part.

          "Where am I," Joel exclaimed to nopony in particular. "And why the FUCK AM I NAKED?" He escalated his voices after noticeing that he was unclothed.

A MORS sniper rifle was slung across his back. Whereas one would instictually grab said rifle with their hands to inspect it, Joel's horn glowed and brought the iron deviece within visual range.

          "Great. A unicorn," Joel chuckled. "How fucking gay."

          Getting back on his hooves, he studied his surroundings. He was in a Technicolor prairie of gayness. Words could not describe just the overall gayness of everything.

          "Let's try teleporting." Joel stated enthusiastically. Whereas the grabbing and lifting magic was by instinct, this just made a fool out of himself.

          "Glad nobod- pony saw that." Joel said adgusting to the local dialect.

          He may have spoken too soon however, because out of the sky came a rainbow colored pegasus.

          "Yo dumbass," Joel called, directing the creatures attention. "Can I hitch a ride?"