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iTealblast: !yaY (I like doing this to one word reviews, no offence. I just find it funny. And I have no problems with them.)

"….."

'I don't want to bloody hear it!'

"Twice in a bloody day. What's next, you get incapacitated by a certain wall-eyed mailmare?"

'Oh don't you dare go on and bloody predict my incapacitations!'

"I do what I want to. I'm the Prince of Death, after all."

'Fucking Ponies…. Alright, who the hell knocked me out this time?'

"From what I can tell through your memories, a pink party pony named 'Pinkie Pie' did it. She always gives me a bloody headache whenever I'm around her…"

'Since when in the fuck did you have a British accent, by the way?'

"There's a certain pony around here who pretty much made the accent grow upon me. And I'm not just the Prince of Death in this pane of existence; I'm dubbed 'Death' on your plane, too."

'… Bloody inter-dimensional and invincible ponies….'

"Pretty much, yea. You do realize that me and the Princesses do have to be reborn every century, though?"

'New info!'

"Yes, it is quite taxing, although Celestia does look absolutely adorable when she wakes up the first time. Never fails."

'So what would happen if you didn't rebirth?'

"Nothing much, just look old and crappy."

'Wait, why in the hell are you telling me this, anyway?'

"Eh, I like you, human. Can't say that I like a lot of beings, so that is considered a complement. And when they come to kill you, tell them I brought you into the world."

'Fine, I gu- wait, what?!'

"This commercial is now over, please enjoy the following bat-shit random stuff until you wake up." Timeithian stated, before strobe lights danced in front of my face and I was currently inside a ring, wearing a boxing outfit, and facing Chuck Norris.

"….I bloody hate this already." I muttered. Then the scene changed to where I was in Terminator where the giant robot thing was shooting lasers out at the Resistance.

"Oh, look at that! Pinkie's trying to wake you up. Do you wanna get up now, or later?" Timeithian asked suddenly, and everything went white.

'Eh. As long as she doesn't tackle me again.' I thought, mentally shrugging.

"Alright, but you'll have a very sore skull for a few hours." He warned, before everything slowly turned into the image of the farmhouse I was lying in, and a Pink Abomination by the name of Pinkie Pie was yelling at me to wake up, tears in her she saw my eyes squint in pain, she gasped and hugged me, somehow (I blame cartoon physics, even though I know I'm not in a cartoon), and grinned happily.

"Ohmygosh! I'm sooooooo sorry! I thought I killed you!" She cried out, the first half barely understandable due to the speed it was shouted.

"Can't…. Breath!" I gasped out, face turning redder than what my blood could do. Pinkie Pie gasped and let go of me, before bouncing a few feet away. I was confused by the fact that she could bounce, but shrugged it off and sat up, wincing as I felt a warm liquid slowly slide down my back for the second time in under four hours.

"Heh heh, sorry about that…" She muttered, her mane deflating (?).

"It's fine, like I've said earlier to a Rainbow Dash, I've been hurt worse." I replied, and her mane bounced back to full fluff, if that was remotely possible. "So, I take it you're Pinkie Pie?"

"-gasp- How did you know my name?!" She cheerfully asked.

"A being that goes by the name Timeithian said so. Do you happen to know who he is?" I replied, starting to collect my suit again.

"Yep! He's the Prince of Death! All he really does though is make it where it doesn't hurt to die!" She said, bouncing around me.

"Hm. Well, he's the reason as to why I'm here." I replied, before looking around the room. "Could I get another cloth or some bandages?"

"Ah'll go get 'em." Applejack, who I somehow didn't notice, said, walking past me and going up the stairs. While she did this, I subconsciously picked up my M1911 and inspected it for damage, having a rather exceptional Poker Face while doing so.

"What's that?" Pinkie Pie asked, bouncing over to me.

"Do you know what a weapon is?" I asked in return, getting a nod. "Do you know what a bow is?" I asked again.

"Yep!" She replied, bouncing up and down. Applebloom looked interested too, as did Twilight, who I also just noticed.

"Well, it's pretty much a small, metal bow. Instead of arrows, it shoots a bullet. Bullets are pretty much metal shells packed with some gunpowder and have a piece of metal covering it. When the firing pin, which is part of this gun, strikes the back of the shell, the gunpowder ignites, sending the front piece of metal forward." I explained, sliding the magazine out and flicking a bullet out of said magazine to show them. "After firing, it automatically reloads and is able to fire a bullet again. Guns started off big, bulky, and unreliable, almost worthless when aiming at something over a hundred yards away." I kept explaining, sliding the bullet back in and sliding the magazine back into the pistol.

"How many of these 'bullets' fit into that?" Twilight asked, very curious, even if she winced at the description.

"Eight. For this one, anyway. Other guns have more or less able to fit into the magazine." I replied, putting the pistol down and stretching. A nudge from behind got me moving, and I accepted the roll of gauze held out (by mouth) to me from Applejack.

"Here ya'll go." She said, blushing a little when I smiled at her. I then wrapped the long strip of gauze around my head, the blood leaking from my skull turning it red almost immediately.

"Thanks. I really should get some sleep, though. Without being knocked out to get it, either." I said, slowly standing up and collecting my stuff.

"Well… We don't have a spare room for ya'll…" Applejack said, rubbing her head.

"Alright then, I can sleep on the couch." I said, and while she protested, I lied down on said couch, using my vest for a pillow, and quickly fell asleep.

Author's Note: It's short, I know… Just keeping it where he goes to sleep or gets knocked out once a chapter.