- TOP OF THE CHARTS
- Chapter One
- Prologue
- > Finding yourself in a land populated with talking equines isn't something that you would normally expect to happen.
- > But it did.
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- > You recall the events leading up to now.
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- > You had just been to a party. The place was rocking, and as the DJ it was your job to provide the music.
- > A job you did brilliantly.
- > At least in your own opinion, anyway.
- > It was going well... until some girl requested that you play a bit of Justin Bieber.
- > You laughed in her face and told her you'd only play that if the building had to be evacuated.
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- > You learned a valuable lesson that day.
- > Beliebers aren't the pussies you always thought them to be.
- > She lunged forward and wrapped her hands around your neck.
- > You choked and gasped, trying desperately to get her off as she screamed into your face.
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- > Your vision clouds.
- > The world is turning black.
- > The last thing you see as you fall backwards is the war face of a chubby (scratch that, she was fat) fangirl.
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- > Suddenly, LIGHT!
- >
- > Well Anonymous, it looks like you're dead.
- > At least you had a good run.
- > Pity you went out like a bitch.
- > Shrugging, you walk into it.
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- > And now you're falling again. What the fuck is this?
- > Below you is a canopy of green.
- > Trees.
- > Oh boy, here we go.
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- "Fuck!"
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- "Shit!"
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- "Balls!"
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- > You hit the ground.
- > Funny, you're not in pain.
- > Adrenaline, perhaps?
- >
- > Worry about it later, Anon.
- > In the meantime, you need to get your shit together.
- > You get to your feet and look around.
- > Hundres of trees and a dirt path are all that you can see.
- >
- > You step onto the path.
- > Either direction could take you to civilisation.
- > But which way do you go?
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- > You decide toss a coin.
- > Heads you go right, tails you go left.
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- > Heads. Right it is.
- > You start walking.
- > You're only walking for fifteen minutes before you spot buildings in the distance.
- > Glorious civilisation at last!
- > You run faster than you ever thought you could.
- > You crest the top of a hill.
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- > And stop dead in your tracks.
- > Looking back at you are several multi-coloured horses.
- > Some have wings.
- > Some have horns.
- > Some have neither.
- > But they all have one thing in common.
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- > They're looking at you in horror.
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- > Horror which turns to concern as you promptly pass the fuck out.