>You are Anonymous the Lich
>You are Eternal
>And right now, you're bored out of your mind.
>You've re-read every book in ponyville four times.
>Even Pinkies diary.
>You've sorted Twilights Library twice, so well that she couldn't find an issue.
>Even if she's an idiot for not putting Sea Biology with Zoology.
>You've got nothing to do.
>At all.
...
>Fuck it! Astral Projection time! Let's see what other shit's going down in the alternate realities?
>The edges of reality crack around you, as you hurl your form into the Ęther.
 
>This reality is unique
>The Ętherial soup parts to a new reality.
>Your pry yourself into the material real of another Equestria, the destructive force of entropy trying to push through your portal.
>Sealing it behind you, you think of what exactly this realm can give you.
>In this distance, Canterlot. That's the same.
>Below you, Ponyville, atleast two miles down.
>You also notice that you're falling, and said distance is rapidly decreasing.
"Oh. Fuck. Forgot to levitate."
>You smash into a thousand shards with a crash.
 
A week later...
>This was getting annoying.
>You drag your reformed body from your Treasure Chamber, disgruntled.
>A flash of Emerald flames, and you're clothed once more.
>Scything the Ęther apart, you levitate this time, into the void, and pick a new reality to visit.
>The material world slides into view, and you take a second to take stock.
>Second up, you're floored by some magical force.
>Oh well hot damn, that signature is reminiscent of Celestia.
"Well. Hello, dear Princess. Forgive my intrusion."
>"Oh, it's quite all right."
>Wait a second, something's off. That voice isn't the same, it's...
>...
"Fuck me."
>"Oh, I intend to."
>You can only scream in horror as the Alicorn drags you to her bed to do horrible, unspeakable, things.
 
>You drag your ass out of bed
>That last place hurt
>A lot
>You only managed to escape by super-charging your body with negative energy
>You're rather sure you leveled half of that twisted, perverted Canterlot.
>Probably pissed off the Alterier, rapeminded Celestia.
>Thank Nerull this is the Prime dimension.
>You don't have to put up with that shit from anyone, save that disturbed Pegasi of Druidic tallents.
>Such a dark secret, buried deep in a gentle heart.
>But enough of your musings.
>Casting open the rift of time and space, you peer in-
"CLOSE IT, CLOSE IT!"
>You slam shut the portal as a powerful force, that of a god, crashes against the framework.
>You had hoped she'd not be capable of such an act.
>Molestia had found your home.
>Fuck.
"Well. Time to start packing..."