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Justin93Daniels

Half-Human, Half-Monster, Full-Swordsman.
(Based loosely off of a Tumblr Blog. Lore is the same as it, but set in OC's perspectives. I am not the one responsible for its creation, though, and may take this Thread down if requested!)


It's been several years since Humanland and Equestria came into contact. Ever since then, many cultural exchanges took place, from Griffins and Dragons to the most-common Ponies visiting, even moving into, Humanland... and vice-versa.

Whether in Equestria or Humanland, one thing is certain: Friendship is Magic, but Love is Eternal. And for many of those who have chosen to cross over, or open their homes to their "Otherworldly Guests", the concept of "Love" has, without a doubt, been put to the test, as some of these "Hosts" have even agreed to "Marriages" involving their Alien Friends!

What kinds of challenges await these households, one may ask?

Only time may tell...


  • A human with dark brown hair has just finished his work. He just recently finished with his training as a Mechanic, and has completed his first "Official" task himself successfully!

    He wipes the sweat from his brow and closes the door to his new home, then relaxes on his rough cloth couch.

    Flipping the channel on, he is met with the Human and Pony NEWS Reporters, who each tell the weather for their respective worlds, and the adjustments that the Equestrians are hoping to make for the Humanland Weather.

    He then decides to turn the Cable off, and switches to video games. His "Game Box" is sure to keep him occupied for the time being... after all, the next day's going to be his day off, so he'll need all the game time he can afford.

    The game in question is... Grass Muncher Online.

    He sighs, before starting the game. Assuming the role of a horse, he begins chewing on the grass in an open field, while other players are already speaking in his headset.

    "Dude, that's MY grass! Why did you steal my grass, you poopstick?!" one of the voices shouts... and from his choice of words, it's clearly an Equestrian.

    "Well I didn't see your name on it, you big, dumb dummy-head!" comes the response of another, surprisingly older voice.

    "That's because it's GRASS! You can't put names on grass, idiot!" the first one shouts back.

    Justin groans, before unmuting his microphone. "You know, the idea's to eat as much grass as you can, right? Why are you wasting time yelling at each other when you can just... y'know... eat grass instead?"

    He smirks as the two suddenly lash out at once. He doesn't pay it much mind, however, and decides to show these Equestrians how a Human plays video games... and he does this by reaching the Top 10 List. He doesn't take the #1 Spot, however, and believes it to be another Human who was bored of all their games, and had nothing better to do.

    After a few hours of gaming, he decides to turn it off for the night. He figures that, since he's got all day tomorrow, he can probably do a multi-hour Gaming Binge.

    But when he turns on his light, he notices a letter lying on his bed... written on an Equestrian Scroll, no less!

    "Hmm? The heck's this?" he asks, before picking the letter up, and examining it.

    "For the eyes of the owner of this home, only!
    Greetings to you, our esteemed Humanland Resident! We are pleased to announce that, by decree of Her Majesties, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, your house has been selected to Host for an Equestrian Visitor! We ask that you be on your best behavior, and help your new roommate adjust to Humanland Culture, while also granting them their own space to bring their culture into your home! Who knows? Maybe you might come to like something that they do?
    -The President"​

    Justin looks at the note curiously, before sighing. "Well, so much for that plan... but who could be wanting to live with me? Or was it just a Name-In-A-Hat situation?" he would ask himself.

    As if on cue, his doorbell rings. He brushes his shirt slightly, as if to gussy up, before clearing his throat, and opening the door to greet his new "Guest".
 
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