Title:           Prologue
Author:          chucklefarts
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/kXjdyxka
First Edit:      Thursday 2nd of April 2015 11:18:47 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 9th of April 2015 07:10:52 PM CDT

What is my name?
For some strange reason I feel that this should be important but I can’s remember why.
 
My name is Blossomforth, weatherpony and pegasus.  I am a gardener, yoga hobbyist, closet contortionis-
 
My name is K??????`?????????a??l??????e???????x???z?????e????????l?? I am a seed, a desperate race preservation protocol of an ancient biologically advanced race, a shot in the dark, sent to the furthest reaches of the universe.  I have a mission: Assimilate the first intelligent organism I encounter, clandestinely observe ana gather all valuable biological information available, and, using indigenous rituals, mate with the most biologically interest-
 
Dream husbando.  Wait, what?  No way he’ll go for that, he is an alien for pony’s sake!  I need to stop dreaming and get back to reality.  Wait, where am I-
 
Assimilation prerogative failed, we appear to have adopted host’s conscious, unconscious,  and biological knowledge including indigenous language, massive compressed DNA(?) biological architecture(analyzing), and emotions(!?).  Merged consciousness a byproduct of failed assimilation.  Critical damage.  Self-destruct protocols deactivated due to “shot in the dark” survival protocol.  Seed sprout underdeveloped individuality to consume host consciousness.  Instinctual seed deployment biological programming failing.  Initiating failsafe: Mission prerogative via existing biological pleasure reward system and courage synthesizers. Assuming basic indigenous biological form with improved neural archetecture. Done.  Initiating natural consciousness dormancy for self repairs with slow-start learning mode. Done.  Activating natural non-programed instincts and implementing helper biological self-control neural architecture. Done.  Permanently deactivating damaged biological programming.  Good luck.
 
“Uggg… What… Happened…”