Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4946188-20170208220132/@comment-27661770-20170212135238

Crunch. Crunch. Squelch-crack-crunch. Hunter stepped over dead bodies in an open field. This was the site of a recent gang war.

He was still puzzling together this place's existence years later, but one thing was for sure. Equestria was not all well.

And he was an outsider. One who didn't belong.

He shook the blood, brain, and internal organs off of his brown shoes. Couldn't pass through a town like that.