This bright, colourful world had a hidden darkness. It’s not easy to see, and it’s hidden, though not deep enough to keep those with a keen eye from seeing it. It’s this city, it corrupts people and spits them back out. The neon lights of the city are a cruel irony when compared to its citizens. The monsters of this world aren’t the beasts that come from forests or deep underground, no. The real monsters dwell in Manehattan. They dwell in my city of sin.

Griffins and other non-ponies are treated as lesser people, little more than filth in this city, the police don’t help, they’re one of the main antagonizers. Any alcohol stronger than weak cider was illegal. Of course, that same cider had all its alcohol contents removed. And with that stupid law in place, crime and speakeasies popped up overnight. Crime is in the very air of this city, if you only stop to smell the fumes once in a while.

I arrived on this world as a small child after an unfortunate event occurred to me. I was took in by one of the few innocent and mixed species couples in this city. My Uncle Ben was a Griffin. The police beat him to death simply for being there. They murdered him because of his species. That’s the world I live in, despite the façade this city puts on. It’s because of his last words I go out at night and fight.

It’s my duty to put down the mad dogs and wild animals that live in this city. I’ve already been doing this for seven years and I haven’t seen any impact. It might even be a pointless fight, but I’ll go out every night regardless. I’ll have the criminals of this city cowering in fear of me.

Look out, filth and punks, here comes The Spider.