Spirit of Winter 1: Grand Entrance

>Everything around you is black.
>Your body feels weightless and airy.
>In your ears you can hear a little music box playing.
>It sounds like it’s playing “The Horses lullaby.”
http://www.allmusic.com/album/russian-folksongs-in-the-key-of-winter-mw0002198759
>You smile slightly as you hum along with it.
>To your dismay the bliss has now left you as quickly as it came.
>You feel your head throbbing and a cold wetness all along your back.
Fucking hell.
>You sit up half expecting to see bloody snow all around you.
>Fortunately for you the snow is all white, with the only thing bleeding being your forehead.
>Wiping your forehead off you can see that the wound is fresh but it's just a little scrape .
>Your biggest concern I getting back to camp.
>You get up and check to see if you’re still intact.
>Two arms two legs... nothing broken... cool.
>Your journey back you the safety of your camp res-
>Shit.
>Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
>Where the fuck is you rifle!?

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> At this point you are freaking out.
>You've lost you're rifle, you've lost you way, and now you think you're losing your mind.
>You have been going on for miles, and you haven't seen a single pine tree, or any landmark the looks familiar.
>It’s not the best thing to do, but it’s pretty fucking scary, being lost in the Alaskan wilderness.
>You have been walking for a little over two hours now and you are not back to your camp.
>Shit just hit the fan for you buddy.
>In all honesty you should probably take a look at your GPS, you know the one you spent a couple thousand dollars on.
>Swinging off your rucksack you fish around for your GPS.
>Only to find the screen has shattered.  Your rifle is gone, you GPS is shattered
>Now it’s time to do it the old fashioned way... With an actual map and dead reckoning...
Fuck...

>This is not cool... not fucking cool at all...
>You've been walking for a little over an hour and you're pretty sure you haven't changed direction at all.
>Time to consult the  map again.
>You reckon that you had been going more westerly than you would have liked, which means that if you head a wee bit north east you should (and that’s a very vague ‘should’) hit the camp.

>You have been walking for about fifteen minutes and you have reached the edge of the forest
>This is a really good sign.
>You set up camp in the open because there was nowhere else to set up, the forest was dense and any clearing you could find was too far from the road.
>You continue walking north again expecting to see your cozy yurt and your truck all begging you to come back.
>NOPE.
>Instead you come across... A town?
>At least thats what you think it is.
>The buildings look nothing like anything you have ever seen.
>They’re all so... colorful... What?
>Well at least it some sort of civilization.
>Civilization means shelter, shelter and shelter means not getting eaten by wolves.  Good enough for you.

>As you come closer to the town you start to feel a little like Dorothy in Oz.  The buildings in the distance look like nothing you have ever seen before.
>The roofs of the houses are thatched and resemble English Cottages.
What in the the fuck it going on?
>You come over the crest of a hill for another shock in your shock ridden day.
>Ponies... Bright colored... Ponies... Other than their color they don't appear to be anything like actual horses.  They all sound like their...talking?... this is too weird.
>Your legs begin to feel numb and eventually give way.
> Ponies... talking... technicolor.... talking ponies...
>Oh god why you.
>Your breathing begins to quicken
>M-maybe if you crawled up into a ball you'll wake up... Yeah... That sounds nice...

>You feel your heart rate begin to slow down along with your breathing.
>Your mind flashes back to your grandfather telling you talk to trees so you don’t go crazy.  Then scolding you to finish your tea so as not to be wasteful.
Maybe I should talk to the trees more often.
>You stare for a little while and then rub your eye to try and dispel this illusion.
>Unfortunately the ponies are still there.
>What the fuck is this...
>You still fell a little dizzy, but your survival instincts are starting to take over again.
>You shrug and decide to see if they can talk considering that they appear to be speaking English.
>You cup your hand over your mouth to help your voice travel farther.
HELLO!!??
>None of them respond.
HELLO!!??
>You notice a few feet away, a mint green pony with the and enormous grin on its face is staring at you.
>You then decide to walk over to her or him and see if you can figure out  where you are and what the hell is going on.
>It feels as if time has slowed as you walk over to it.  Nothing seems real anymore.
>Stepping up to the mint green pony you give a sheepish smile and start to speak.
Um… Hi my name is Anonymous Trollololovich Legionstev.  Just call me Anon though.
>The mint green pony stays silent and continues to smile at you.
Well, I think I’m lost and I was wondering if you could possibly tell me whe-
>“HOLYCELESTIAIKNEWTHEYEXISTED!!!”
>She then beings to jump up and down.
>“Oh Celestia!! Bonbon cmhere humans are real!! Humans are real!!”
>As she says this a cream colored mare (so it appears) with blue and pink mane walks over to the mint pony.
>“Lyra I think you had too much cider this morning, you’re starting to see thi-”
>The cream mare stop mid-sentence when she sees you.
>She then proceeds to scream at the top of her lungs, attracting all sorts of attention.
>“A MONSTER!! A MONSTER!!”
>After screaming this a dozen times she grabs the mint pony and runs into the little town and locks herself and the mint pony in a cottage looking building.
>For a few moments all eyes are on you and there is complete silence.
>Which is followed by all the ponies simultaneously screaming and doing the same as the cream colored pony.
>You are shocked and slightly disturbed and you start to feel dizzy again.
>Now you have to knock on everyone’s door all while trying to convince them you’re not a monster and to let you sleep inside of their homes.
>Or else you’ll die of hypothermia and you'll be put into a museum with the label "frozen cave human
>All you can hope for is that this day ends soon...