Title:           Zebrewster
Author:          MISSINGNO000
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First Edit:      Tuesday 18th of June 2013 05:35:38 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 18th of June 2013 05:35:38 PM CDT

Zebrewster the Alchemist
Male Zebra
Typical markings
Str: [] [] []
Dex: [] []
End: [] [] []
Skills: Herb/Plant gathering, concocting
 
 
>Day 1
>Well fuck, we're actually in Equestria now.
>But instead of just me.
>That is me, Anonymous.
>I am now a filthy mud pony.
>A zebra, at that.
>The panic waxes and wanes, but is easily evident when I take the time to notice my hooves.
>Well fuck.
 
>It seems we've - we being the countless amounts of other Anons - been allowed sanctuary in Equestria.
>Outside of anywhere near other cities, of course.
>I suppose Equestrian society has its own way of doing things and the show is a mildly different representation.
>I'd come to learn things from the others, apparently we all had visited /mlp/.
>We all had varying fascination with the show.
>But most importantly, we were all ponies and we were now pitted against the elements.
>Not of harmony, I mean nature.
>Speaking of nature, I've decided that perhaps when I settle down I should take in my surroundings.
>This is happening, after all.
>Best to make the most of it.
 
>In human life, I was still trying to make something of myself.
>The only real passion I had was music, DJing, and working with technology.
>Not a whole lot to be found at the time, if at all.
>What else did I like?
>The outdoors and exploration.
>I guess I could try figuring out something along those lines tomorrow.
>Night's falling and my turn to watch is over, luckily.
>Guess it's nap time.
 
>Day 2
>I've met more of the Anons.
>They all have started making names for themselves and banding together.
>Some are still not used to the idea and seem unstable.
>We don't talk about them.
>Fortunately, no one seems to have bad OC syndrome.
>Perhaps being thrust into this world meant there was no opportunity for people to be red and black with metal steampunk wings.
>I have even less to worry about, as a black and white.
>I look back at my ass to see what wicked tramp stamp I have.
"Oh right, zebra."
>All I have is some bizarre tribal swirlies.
>Guess it could be worse.
>Like some barbed wire muscle dude tattoo.
 
>I'm hungry now.
>Willing to munch on the grass and daisies, I prepare myself for the bitterness of chlorophyll.
>...
>It's shockingly decent and now I can see why they've made these into sandwiches.
>Now to figure out how to harvest wheat and make bread.
>If only real life worked like minecraft and I could punch or buck everything into what I want.
>Which gives me a grand idea.
>Become an alchemist.
>I have a decent idea of cooking and what plants are safe or which ones are poisonous.
>The plants of Equestria aren't too staggeringly different, either.
>I'm going to go beyond our established borders and see if the plants vary at all.
>And probably nibble on some more daisies.
>Luck would have it that a patch of clovers and some other purple flowers lie beyond the town in great quantities.
>I should probably inform the cooks of these things.
>I don't really know any of the others by name or profession yet, I'm just going with the flow.
>Asking around, I meet with Bacon Grease and let him know of the plant quarry.
>He seems well aware and tells me of other locations to begin looking.
>The farmers seem to be well aware of these things, also.
>Time to explore even further, I guess.
>After some rest.
 
>Day 3
>Zebrewster.
>I met another zigger named Zen and realized the naming conventions for zebras should be consistent.
>So I chose Zebrewster.
>If I'm to mix up plants and make potions, I need a name to match.
>I wonder how the shit I'm going to get a cauldron now.
>Hopefully there are some Anons into metallurgy and smithing.
>Zen happens to be someone I knew from the previous life.
>Not surprising since I chatted with many of the Anons frequently.
>He's glad someone will be around to make elixirs and salves, since he's going to be a medic.
>I ask if there's anything he knows he'll need right away, but can't think at the moment.
>Guess I'll take this opportunity to do the greater length exploring I wanted to do.
>My body seems like it can handle trotting more than my previously out of shape form could, so off I go.
 
>I make it some mile or so out of the group, trying to keep a straight line and spotting landmarks since I have nothing with which to breadcrumb.
>Nothing of interest really.
>I head back and choose another direction, using the sun this time so I can pretend I know what I'm doing.
>I stop for lunch a mile out in what is north of the location.
>I can see the shape of some hills or mountains in the distance and decide it may be smarter to gather a crew for that.
>I come across a few different flowers and herbs on the way back so I gather them in my mouth and carry them back to work with later.