It's been only 10 short months since the first stable portal to Equestria was created. It was only 2 months since both Equestria and Earth united to make all humans, regardless their previous orientation, into bronies and pegasisters. There was no choice. There was no chance. There was no hope. Who am I? I'm the last of the anti-bronies. The one force fighting to get Earth out from under the collective hoof that is Princess Celestia and the world's leaders.

I am Earth's last possible hope to get the scum we call 'Bronies' wiped off of the planet. And I'm possibly the only one left.

Life as a fugitive.

Let's get this party started.

(A/N: No, these do NOT reflect my actual thoughts. No, I'm NOT an anti-brony. No, I do NOT think that bronies are scum that need to be wiped off the planet. This was just a fanfic I had on my mind for a while. I'm a brony and proud.)