What more could an egomaniacal teenager ask for than awesome banging?

Very few things, but the point is that's not what I got. Instead, I got a bag of half eaten chips, thrown into an interdimensional garbage chute, and now an entire country of talking horses thinks that I'm the spawn of evil incarnate because I may or may not have kind of sort of maybe accidentally kidnapped a princess.

That bastard Discord is going to pay, one way or another!