Once upon a time, Equestria flourished. This is far beyond that time.
Whisked away by a voice in her head calling herself "Starlight Glimmer", Emily Anderson finds herself in a land far different from anything she'd ever expected.
If only getting back was going to be as easy.
Under hiatus. Currently writing arc 2|2.
Day by day, the rift in Equestria grows. The factions align, but nobody knows--
Will the nation still stand?
Or will it fade away, leaving only dust and sand?
Twilight thought it was all so real. The ponies, the grass, the air, the shining light of the day. With the breaking of a single connection, everything comes crashing down, leaving a very confused human girl wearing a VR headset.
Good thing she can relog.
What would happen if Sweetie Belle became a tyrannical giraffe hellbent on destroying all that was shorter than her?
How 'bout Equestria being ruled by literal potatoes?
Ever wanted to see an author clawing at his remaining shreds of sanity at two in the morning, trying to figure out what the actual heck he's writing?