Prologue

Jack emerged blinking from his grotto of a dorm room, and decided that the pills that guy at the party had given him were most definitely not Mentats, and most definitely not Pinkie Pie approved. Jack couldn’t believe what happened last night, his first college party (Last, his headache painfully added with a throb) as a freshman had ended in him being unceremoniously dumped back in his room by his roommate. Jack remembered why he came to college in the first place. He always wanted to become a philosopher, like in the stories he used to hear in Latin class freshman year of high school. So when senior year rolled around he decided to shoot for a philosophy degree, with some Latin and Greek thrown in there as some icing on the résumé cake. As he walked down to the quad and saw an interesting scene unfold before him, he saw a student get thrown against a brick wall by a far larger man who was holding what appeared to be a gun. Jack stood stock still, not daring even to quiver or breath.

“Oh…  What would a brave pony like rainbow Dash do?” Thought Jack. He knew he had to do something, and the man hadn't seen him yet, so he decided to act. Jack quickly dashed, like Dash, to the student’s aid. He quickly rethought this, and began to silently creep around. Jack spotted the behemoth of a man again, a plan unfolding before him. Jack sprinted around the corner plowing into the man catching him off balance as the man reached into his pocket. He tried to establish wrist control before the man could turn the gun on him. As they wrestled on the ground the student immediately fled taking him out of equation. Jack started to relax in his head before the man elbowed him in the temple and blurred his vision severely. As Jack struggled to even rise to his knees the man kicked him in the ribs and flipped him onto his back. The man grinned and mumbled something about a stupid bitch, Jack couldn’t hear him over the ringing in his ears.

The man stooped low and fished something out of Jack’s pocket, and something out of his own. He pointed the gun at Jack, as he stood tall over the disheveled student, he pulled the trigger once. Jack’s body screamed as a bullet tore through his right lung, his vision became red, ringed with black. His breathing became and labored as he slipped from the realm of consciousness. As if the situation wasn’t bad enough his brain added, "I told you it’d be your last party," as it  began to be starved of blood and oxygen. As he felt the encroachment of death he could only weakly think, “Celestia, save me." He slipped into the warm embrace of unconsciousness and felt his mind be set adrift of his body, never to return.