Far, far away from the Equestria main lands is a forgotten land called Britannia, a land that has its own history and mysterious to be uncovered by the ponies that live above the dead soil. The stars, the war. Are they connected?

Okay, enough of BlazenWolf’s jibber jabber. BlazenWolf? What a virgin name to call yourself, anyway this is Tequila speaking and I’m here to say hi and welcome to my exciting quest to save... drug roll please... Equestria! Who would of guessed, now as you would of guessed this is my story but for some reason this nut job is writing it for me so yeah, I have to be nice to him if I’m going to be getting anything from him. Between you and me, he’s a jobless 18 year old sitting in his room, playing games and jerking off to BDSM or some shit I don’t know these days. Anyway, he’s told me to say thank you for coming and leave a comment and like if you like what you see.

This story is about me and my past, I’ve had it rough, rough to the point that I take my frustration on those that hurt my people. I use to be a hero like LittlePip or BlackJack but, behind the greatness and glory is a broken, lost course of insanity. I’ve lost mine years ago, I’m just waiting for the reaper or the devil himself to devour my soul. Too bad that the god of the afterlife and hell is feared by my name. I know my past but it’s the future I’m more... wary for. As long as I’m not sucking cock and balls, I think I’ll be okay, shit I might read this just to know BlazenWolf has got me.