Zebrewster

Zebrewster the Alchemist

Male Zebra

Typical markings

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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.