A Mod Gone Wrong.

Meanwhile in the garden an obsidian ring formed and glowed bright pink as a somewhat boxy pony flew out and landed on the swarm of pigs that infested it earlier. The pony was the same size and build as the local stallions, except for one thing, he was a 32-bit pony model. (seen here). He was beige earth pony with a dirty-blonde mane and had two compact discs on his flank as his cutie mark. He also was wearing a pleather vest and carrying a diamond hoe for... reasons.

“Holy crap, what happened? Where am I, and why is the ground made of pigs?” He said, riding the flood of swine out of the garden. As they ran about he watched as they carried him into a large white castle as he clutched to his hoe for dear life.

“Okay, this went from weird to strange. I take it this isn’t the Nether...”

The pigs only squealed and oinked in response as they ran rampant throughout the castle with him along for the ride.

“Man I wish I brought a carrot, these things are driving me nuts. And everywhere else, too.”

        In the front courtyard the guards were frightened, the hero who was going to help them slay this otherworldly monster had just been pulverised into vapor by a rogue cart. And on top of that, and Rick, a pig was placed in the minecart, taunting them.

        “What do we do now captain!? The hero is gone, pigs are overrunning Canterlot and the creature is still on the loose!” The nearest guard shouted at the captain.

        “I- I don’t know, Rick was the only one who knew what that thing is, without him we a- duck!” He shouted as another pig flew at them, they all jumped back as the pig impacted the ground, exploded immediately on impact, and launched a raw porkchop at the captain.

        “This is wrong in so many ways, Celestia help us.” He said as he peeled the pork chop off his face and threw it to the side.

        “Well, we could always-” The guard was interrupted as the front door burst open, a sea of pigs ran out, with the blocky stallion in tow.

        “Great, more pigs... Wait, who are you?!” The captain shouted, pointing at the new arrival.

“In deep crap, distract them or something!”

“Why, you’re riding them?! And what are you even talking about!?”

“I’m not riding them, I’m on top of them. Besides, I can’t make them-” Before he could finish his sentence the pig swarm began to thin out, this opened a hole in the pork on parade, which then caused him to fall flat on his face, literally.

“Huh, well, you’re down now. So, back to my previous questions, what are you!?” The captain asked, looking him up and down as he got up off his face..

“Uh, a pony, I don’t know where I am though.”

“But you’re so, blocky! How do you even exist? Did the monster make you too?!” The captain yelled, the surrounding guards drew their swords and approached the stallion in question.

“I have no clue what monster you’re referring to, but I’m sure that whatev-”

“Duck!” All the guards in the surrounding area dropped their swords and covered their heads. The cuboidal pony however could only lean down a bit, most of his body remained upright, which didn’t help him any when a pig was launched at his side, knocking him to the ground. After the pig despawned all the guards and their Captain got up, they all looked down as the blocky pony was stuck on his side, unable to get up.

“A little help, please?” The pony whined as his legs flailed around, yet never seemed to be able to move side to side, only forwards and backwards.

        “You really can’t get up?” One of the guards stepped forward, he laughed a bit as he watched the grounded stallion flail about.

“No, now help me out! Laugh all you want once I’m standing, okay?”

“Alright, alright, stop yer whining, what’s yer name?” The guard to his right asked, he used his sword, wedged it under the colt and propped him upright.

“Uh, just call me CD... but where am I? This looks pretty familiar, but a bit too... round.”

“You’re in Canterlot, and in the middle of an invasion.”

        “Invasion? Canterlot? Neither of those things fit, everything’s too... bulky. And why are the pigs giving you trouble?”

“Some faceless monster in a suit was chased here by a hero with a diamond sword, the monster summoned an army of pigs, invaded the city, and just recently got rid of the hero. Oh, and now he is throwing pigs at us that are as heavy as boulders, need anything else? Perhaps a cup of warm milk and a cookie?”

“No need to be facetious. And pigs aren’t a problem if you have a carrot. Hold one in front of them and they’ll follow you anywhere, just lead them somewhere they won’t be a nuisance.”

“How do you know that’d work?”

“Uh, they’re pigs, don’t you know that pigs would jump off a cliff for a carrot? Duh.”

“No, no I didn’t, nor did this riveting conversation convince me otherwise.”

“Well, fine, I’m going to find some cov-” CD was interrupted as a group of pigs smacked into the balconies overhead, causing pork chops to rain down upon them.

“Crap, I’m getting inside. I’m gonna smell like uncooked bacon for a week.” None of the guards commented on that and followed him inside to avoid the downpourk, unfortunately for them the inside of the castle was not much better. As they entered the castle all they saw were mobs of maids and butlers trying to corral the rampaging pigs to little effect as they destroyed the palace.

“Jeez, did your farm run out of room? Wait, you said some faceless monster made them. Okay, just hit the pigs until they fall over.”

“You want us to beat farm animals to death?” A random guard asked.

“Well, only if you want to. Although th-”

“YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHH!” One of the larger guards screamed as he charged a pig, he brought his sword down onto the pig with all his strength, yet the pig remained unfazed, it just looked at him with those empty eyes.

“Huh, what’s your sword made of?”

“Steel, we have only the best weapons.” He said as they all watched the same guard try to beat the pig to a pulp to no avail as his weapon repeatedly bounced off of it.

        “The best, huh? Well, you must not be very good at making swords then, you can just hit the dumb things. Watch.”  CD motioned the now tired guard to step aside, with the pig cornered it only took CD thirteen punches before the pig fell to its side and poofed, leaving yet another raw pork chop on the floor. “See? Really, what kind of weaponsmiths do you have?”

“Who are you to criticise us when you carry around a gem encrusted gardening tool!”

“The guy who can kill a pig with his hooves faster than you can with a sword. I mean really? Anyway, just get some carrots and get these things out of here, it’s starting to stink.”

“If you’re so great why don’t you go do your carrot plan while we do something useful.”

        “Because I don’t know where you store your produce. I’ve got no clue where I am.” The guards ignored him and went back to gathering up the remaining pigs.

        “Okay, fine, I’ll go raid your pantry, once I find it. And try weapons that work.”