You know, I wasn't a particularly special person. Had a mind on me that got plenty of compliments, but always had a problem with putting ideas into action. I wasn't super strong either, only went to workout occasionally. What I was, apparently, was the one guy who could get hit by a lightning bolt in the middle of fucking New- Goddam- York, city of skyscrapers.

Now I'm in the land of the ponies, along with all my mental bullshit clogging up my brain. These people, or ponies as they prefer, are helping, but dude, I gotta tell you, this place... oof. It's something else. I suppose a nice and quiet life was too much to ask for, huh?

Strangest thing is that I swear I've seen all this before... somewhere.

Ah, who cares? Not like it's important or anything, probably just Deja vu or something.