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>You are Drill Dozer, unicorn stallion. For years, it has been your dream to travel where no pony has gone before. Namely, deep into the core of the very planet itself. How? By building a giant drilltank and digging straight down, of course! Luckily for you, building a giant drilltank happened to be your specialty, as represented by your cutie mark depicting such a device. Convenient, that. And as the dawn of a new day approaches, your dream grows closer than ever.
>As the light of morning streams into the room, you come into the waking world once more. Sitting up with a yawn, you groggily piece together what consciousness is after a particularly heavy night of sleep. Weren't you doing something important yesterday? ...Oh, that's right! You were on the verge of completing your drilltank; the mighty EarthRammer MK I! Merely one single screw stood between you and completion of the machine. Harnessing the energy of a giddy filly, you leap out from under your floral print covers and onto the immaculate hardwood floor of your dirty basement workshop.
>...Wait, something's amiss. You don't remember your dirty basement workshop looking so much like a little filly's bedroom. What if… no, it couldn't be. In a panic, you rush to the nearby mirror. There, you find looking back at you not the body of a grown stallion, but that of a small white filly. Curses, you've been cursed! Apparently that creepy old mare you cut in front of at the market the other day wasn't just blowing smoke!
>Well, this certainly puts a damper on your plans of drilling to the core. After all, it's common knowledge that you have to at least be 21 years of age to qualify for the "General Giant Destruction Machine" driver's license your drilltank falls under. And this filly seems quite young; just barely beyond that of being a blank flank! You need to break this curse, preferably sooner rather than later. What was it that old nag said? Something about... "learning the trials of the other side"?
>As the light of morning streams into the room, you come into the waking world once more. Sitting up with a yawn, you groggily piece together what consciousness is after a particularly heavy night of sleep. Weren't you doing something important yesterday? ...Oh, that's right! You were on the verge of completing your drilltank; the mighty EarthRammer MK I! Merely one single screw stood between you and completion of the machine. Harnessing the energy of a giddy filly, you leap out from under your floral print covers and onto the immaculate hardwood floor of your dirty basement workshop.
>...Wait, something's amiss. You don't remember your dirty basement workshop looking so much like a little filly's bedroom. What if… no, it couldn't be. In a panic, you rush to the nearby mirror. There, you find looking back at you not the body of a grown stallion, but that of a small white filly. Curses, you've been cursed! Apparently that creepy old mare you cut in front of at the market the other day wasn't just blowing smoke!
>Well, this certainly puts a damper on your plans of drilling to the core. After all, it's common knowledge that you have to at least be 21 years of age to qualify for the "General Giant Destruction Machine" driver's license your drilltank falls under. And this filly seems quite young; just barely beyond that of being a blank flank! You need to break this curse, preferably sooner rather than later. What was it that old nag said? Something about... "learning the trials of the other side"?
