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- EDIT: October
- This series is being dumped. I hate the direction it went, but hey, it was my first story, so learn and move on. I have other ideas for this that I think are much better, so at some point I will likely re-write it. I will leave in some of the same characters and story elements, but the situation is going to change completely.
- That being said, read on if you want, I probably won't be deleting these chapters, but just know that it won't be finished, and instead will be redone later on.
- Syndicate in Equestria (name subject to change)
- This prologue goes over the events leading up to Anon traveling to Equestria
- Honestly none of it is important at all to the plot/story, so don't feel the need to read this
- >Today was an average day for you in New York City
- >You were shit-faced, outside of a club you were just thrown out of, standing on the streets during an intense thunderstorm
- >A dozen or so of New Yorks finest had you surrouned, guns drawn, ready to take you in for... something
- >...okay, so only somewhat average
- >You don't particularly care at this point
- >Nor do you even remember, honestly
- >Why they stood their ground and had guns drawn, was beyond you
- >Most of the time you weren't working your crummy part-time job was spent either at a club, or more often just at home, in an equally crummy appartment, watching anime and movies, playing games, etc.
- >You can't seem to fathom what led up to this moment
- >It wasn't like you to end up in a situation as dramatic as this
- >... well, the getting shit-faced part wasn't anything new
- >Hell, it wasn't even the first time you've been thrown out of a club
- >Something was a bit off this evening however
- >Your recent short-term memory had failed you, and for whatever reason you just didn't seem to care about the predicament you were in
- >As if you had finally stopped caring about life at that point
- >Lightning strikes are occuring every couple of seconds, thunder booming and echoing through the steel canyon that is New York City
- >Sometimes it sounded rather ominous, as if something was going to emerge from the storm above and wreck your collective shit
- >You found it rather fitting for the situation at hand, otherwise not being bothered by it
- >You attention is stolen by an officer who decides now is a good time to speak up
- >"Put down the weapon, and place your hands behind your head!"
- >...weapon?
- >You manage to stand still and upright for a moment, and look at both of your hands
- >Nothing...
- >Suddenly, you remember
- >Checking your back, sure enough, there was a Glock 12 nestled in the waistline of your pants
- >You vaguely remember a fight breaking out, and you taking it from someone
- >...that's about as far as that memory goes
- >"This is your last warning! Place your weapon on the ground, and put your hands in the air!"
- >It's not like you to disrespect authority, but a big part of you just didn't want to comply with their demands
- >You ponder the situation for a moment
- >They're either about to send couple officers to flank and take you down, or they're going to shoot your ass dead
- >You figure the former is more likely, only because of your gun being holstered and not waving around at them or anyone else
- >Hmm, what do you typically do in dramatic situations like this?
- >...Well, this is probably by far the craziest one you've been in, but your standard rule is going to apply nonetheless
- >What you enjoy the most (mostly just due to the reaction of people around you), is just doing something insanely random and impulsive
- >It's served you rather well on the internet
- >...not so much in real life, but you figre it's worth a shot anyway
- >You think hard for a second, preparing to do whatever comes to mind first
- >......
- >For reasons unknown to you, an image flashes in your mind of something magnificant, first brought to the world by Ireland
- >Only fitting, you think to yourself, considering your current state of drunkedness
- >On the random scale, you figure it was plenty good enough
- >You can't wait to see the expressions on their face, when you begin
- >... to Riverdance!
- >You've attempted it before, but given the circumstances you have no idea how you were even remotely pulling it off
- >Alas, your bag of fucks was empty
- >The officers look stunned at the sudden turn of events, dumbstruck as to what they should do, spaghetti exploding from their pockets
- >Lukily for you (and them), any opportunity they may have had to take action at this point is cut off
- >As if your marvelous display had rustled the jimmies of Zeus himself, a monstrous bolt of lightning shoots through the raging thunderstorm above, completely ignoring the structures around you, and strikes
- >It had hit you dead on
- >You can just barely feel a pulling sensation, hurricane-force winds flowing past you, air getting colder
- >A blurry glimpse of part of the New York skyline is the last thing you see
- >For now...
- -End of Prologue-
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