It has been a couple years since the ponies had come, in that time i had done so much. I have my fair share of regrets. My name is Jacob and I'm currently waiting in a holding cell in a conversion bureau outside of Atlanta. I believe they told me I was supposed to be in the next batch, per royal decree. I don’t know what will happen to me, if i’ll keep my memories or become just another slave to the equine war machine.