Title:           AiE: Top Of The Charts CH1 - Prologue *GEODESICDRAGON*
Author:          unwantedmlp
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First Edit:      Wednesday 6th of March 2013 09:46:32 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 6th of March 2013 09:46:32 AM CDT

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.
>
> You recall the events leading up to now.
>
> 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.
>
> 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.
>
> 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.
>
>
>
> 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.
>
>
>
> And now you're falling again. What the fuck is this?
> Below you is a canopy of green.
> Trees.
> Oh boy, here we go.
>
>
>
"Fuck!"
>
"Shit!"
>
"Balls!"
>
>
>
> 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?
>
> You decide toss a coin.
> Heads you go right, tails you go left.
>
>
>
> 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.
>
> 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.
>
> They're looking at you in horror.
>
>
>
> Horror which turns to concern as you promptly pass the fuck out.