One thousand, one hundred years. That is how long I have been here in this world, and how long  have waited here. I still recall the events of my entire existence until now, though I am unsure why. I was around twenty years of age when the events occurred which brought me to this world of 'Equestria' from my home of Earth. I was an avid fan of many things back home, and on the night in question I had gone to an event known as a convention. It was a place for people sharing the same interests could gather, and so I went dressed as a monster from one of my favorite games, known as a Necromorph or more specifically a slasher. I was walking to meet with a friend and later with one of my siblings to have fun with them, when I came across a small shop set up in an alleyway. I entered, and found a man dressed as a character from a game similar to mine, but of a different variety. A being known as the Merchant, from a game known as Resident Evil. I bought a prop of a weapon from the same game that my costume was from, and departed the shop. I only made it a few feet before the prop I had purchased burst with a burning light which completely enveloped me.

I awoke in a dark forest, with freezing rain covering me. I attempted to stand, but my body would not move. My body felt wrong, disjointed and broken. My mind pounded, voices not my own screaming against my own for dominance. The voices screamed for blood and death, and for me to bring an unnatural death onto all things living. I resisted, forcing down the pain for as long as I was able. It took a a great deal of time, but I came to terms with my state. Whatever that light was had changed me. My body was that of a Necromorph, an enhanced slasher variant to be precise, while still bearing some resemblance to my previous self in face, and only one pair of blades and legs to live by.

For almost 100 years I lived alone in those woods, constantly at war with the voices which screamed for suffering and bloodshed. On the rare days that the voices gave me rest I explored, and learned of the small creatures which inhabited this world. Each time I met them, I was forced to flee either to prevent myself from succumbing to the voices from forcing me into doing their will by them, or for the fact that they lashed out, terrified of my appearance. I did not blame them, as I knew the way I looked and would seem. To them I was a towering monster of bent flesh and black-green blood, adorned with only a plasma cutter (something which they would have no way of recognizing), and a well-worn backpack. For years I lived secluded in those woods, lost both in world and in my own mind. Until that day...

The day I was saved...

The day the princess of the moon, barely an adult, reached out with her magic and her will, and turned the darkness which tore through me into light.

The day that the screaming of the brethren moons were forced from me, and replaced with the kind song of the sister moon as I would come to know her as...