Crazy's Wild Ride

Crazy was his nickname, but his real name was Chan Linniac. He has blue eyes and curly, dirty blonde hair. His parents used to torment him by nicknaming him 'Crazy', eventually he came to accept this as part of life and carried on with the name of Crazy. Very few currently know his name. At the moment Crazy has no ties to his family, except for the last name Linniac. Crazy used to live with his brother who home-schooled him, but eventually he left as well. Crazy is living in a Crappy apartment in the ghetto part of New York City, it was essentially a closet. He had trained with martial arts for the past two years so he could survive long enough to find a place to sleep. He was nothing short of a prodigy, and was the only student at The Way of the Monk dojo. He dropped out of college to continue his studies at the dojo... That and he was very poor.

These things called gates opened up in three different universes, to send them each to one destination. Equestria.

Crazy's crappy life took a turn for the worst one day when he and a lot of others entered a gate on one fateful day...

12:30 pm, 04\12\12

Crazy gets up from his mattress on the floor, and immediately hits a pipe above his head.

"GOD DAMN IT!" He then gets up properly and hits the thick cement wall next to him cracking part of it... Once again. Yes, again. He hits it daily and the more he hits it the more severe the wall gets damaged. This is because he had done intense physical training daily for the past two years. That and his muscles have remained around the same size for the past two years, which is not much at all. This infuriated him to no end, because he was strong and agile but could not show it.

A letter came through the slot on his door. This snapped Crazy out of his little fit of rage. What was that?. In a bit of a daze, Crazy goes up and gets the letter. What kind of idiot would send advertising to a person who has to steal to survive? He flipped around the letter to see what was written on the front. It had nothing written, not even a stamp.

Strange... He opened the letter curious to what it may contain.

His whole life he had the curse of bad luck. It got even worse when he was asleep, or close to asleep. But what he saw on the letter just saw his bad luck and punched it in the face, making it more angry and harsh and taking its rage out on him. It was a military draft. What! I'm not even old enough to get one of these!

Looking again he saw that he had no choice in the matter. Crazy lived in a crappy neighborhood and had a very low income. This was the chance he needed. Crazy grinned. Maybe, it isn't all that bad after all.

Crazy then proceeded to hotwire a ghetto car and go to the specified location. But first the dojo.

He parked outside of the dojo and got outside of the car. Crazy ran inside. His master Xiao was meditating in the corner. Crazy walked up to him.

"I have come to say my goodbyes." Xiao opened up an eye and sighed.

"I always knew it would come down to this, when you leave like all the others. Go."

Crazy grinned at his masters approval.

"Its been a long two years hasn't it Xiao."

"OH JUST GET GOING ALREADY!"

Crazy grinned as he ran out the door to my ghetto ride. He got in and started driving to his destination.

After a couple of hours on the road, Crazy made it to the military base. Before he did though he crashed the car in a nearby ditch before walking on inside the military base. Crazy approached the front desk.

The person at the front desk was kind enough. He looked at the draft and pointed Crazy in the right direction of his squadron. This location was hangar 217 in the back of the base. "Well, go get a move on I haven't got all day. Here let me guide you to your hangar." The entrance person said, even though Crazy knew that was a lie. "My name is Dave Sheppardson. That's not related to the topic at hand but still, you need to know these proper safety routes Nuke. A couple of years ago, I saw a Nuke just like you strolling to the hangar but then one of the jet engines sucked him in and tore him to shreds." Crazy was not too interested in what happened to the poor cadet but in fact more interested in the fact that he said it so casually. It creeped him out but introduced the thought of worse things were happening around here. Crazy kept his mouth shut because Dave was probably a higher ranked 'cadet' than him in this place.

They arrive at the hangar, and with a silent goodbye to Dave, Crazy headed inside. The first thing Crazy heard in the hangar was.

"FROM NOW ON YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS SIR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU BOOT LICKING MAGGOT!" Crazy holds his head high and was about to head into the wrong room room when an officer at the door grabbed Crazy's shoulder.

"I'm going to need to see your draft cadet." The military officer asked motionlessly. Crazy pulls out the letter and shows it to the officer. "I see. You are one of the lucky ones! Room 104 cadet." The man handed the letter back. This however spawned more questions in Crazy's mind.

What does he mean by one of the 'lucky ones', also where is this room? He was about to ask the officer why he called Crazy a lucky one considering his curse of bad luck that followed him wherever he went. But the officer started talking before Crazy could speak.

"Oh yeah. You are new here. Room 104 is down the halls and take two lefts then a right. And in the middle of the hall will be the room." The officer patted him on the back and said, "Good luck kid."

This mildly pissed him off due to the condescending tone but he stayed silent due to thinking he could get possibly get in trouble. Crazy walked through the quiet and long hallways and each turn he noticed that the doors seemed older the further he went in. When Crazy reached room 104 the door luckily got replaced and had a brand new door for him to open. After standing around and waiting for a moment, Crazy decided that the best course of action was to actually open the door.

Well, moment of Truth. He opened the door slowly and noticed a lot of other people that were mostly in uniform except for a select few. Sadly, nobody seemed to be around his age. They all sat in chairs placed around the room messily. There was around 400 chairs and most were full. Crazy decided to sit down next to a few other people in the corner of the room that were silent. Ah... Introverts! These are the people I need right now. He quietly sat in the corner of the small group. He was going to speak up but stopped before any words were exchanged. The reason why he stopped is because he saw something writing on the poster in the middle. To be honest it was more like a classroom than a place where military personnel were kept. The poster said the following, 'Stay in your seats until Capt. Radley arrives.'

Around an hour passed until the door opened to reveal Capt. Radley enter the room. He was in his late 40's and had numerous medals on his uniform. His hair was tinted grey from stress and age and maybe even numerous battles. He spoke up with pride in his voice,

"Cadets!"

The room fell into silence as they heard the intimidating shout.

"Listen up, I'll say this once and only once. DO YOU UNDERSTAND! You are to enter that room and wait for my instruction till further notice. AM I CLEAR! "

Immediately after he said this Yes's and Yes sir's could be heard around the room and everybody walked into the room to the immediate front right of Crazy. Crazy waked slowly forwards analyzing his surroundings. Capt. Radley approached behind him.

"Your the last one maggot. NOW GET MOVING." He shouted making me get inside of the room.

Okay jeez I get it! I'm going! By the time Crazy got there he was the last one inside. When he turned around to look at Capt. Radley, all he saw was a shutting door behind him. There was no handle on the door for Crazy to hold onto so he could prevent it from shutting. He was about to grab hold of the door by the side when it was slammed in his face. The door was solid metal and would not budge. He heard the ring an intercom of some sort.

"…........ For all of you 16 greenhorns here with us today we are going to tell you something so listen closely. And everybody else, get in your rows!" Around him were around 14 people looking up in confusion with normal clothes compared to everyone else's military equipment. He could not find the 16th person around anywhere. The uniformed 'cadets' got into columns and lined up in front of a wall all the while the 'greenhorns' aka Crazy and 15 other new people there. The intercom rung again.

"........ If you come back from this nation after winning the battle, you will be given a relaxing life making seven thousand every week doing nothing at all! You will also be excused from paying taxes EVER AGAIN. All you have to do is come back victorious and alive. GOOD LUCK EVERYONE AND WIN THIS WAR." He shouted making Crazy's ears ring a little. Suddenly the uniformed soldiers surrounded us and pushed us to the front.

The wall now behind Crazy opened and there was a large blue swirling energy that he could only assume was some sort of entrance. It covered where the wall used to be. After turning back around along with the rest of the 'greenhorns' we met face to face with the barrel of guns.

"Enter now. Or die." Said the officers in unison now holding us at gunpoint. Around two people away from Crazy a girl started sobbing.

"....I wont! You guys are the army! You wouldn't just shoot us on the spot would-" There was a bang right next to Crazy and he looks over and sees what was left of the girl who was shot. There was only a small hole slightly next to her left eye steadily gushing out blood.

"Any more questions? That's what I thought. Now move before our entrance point is changed." Said the officer who shot the girl.

The 'greenhorns' were assigned to the group on the right. The group on the left went first into the 'portal' around 30 seconds later the group Crazy was in entered this swirling blue wall.

Well! It seems my curse is out to get me. WHY IS MY LUCK SO BAD! Crazy walked forwards into the portal along with the others. We had entered the portal. It was very bright outside for some reason. Also He could not see the left group. Crazy heard a voice behind him, it was an unfamiliar voice. But at the same time the voice felt tired and annoyed at the same time.

"Where are we?"