Sometimes, meaning well backfires. When it backfired for me, it did so hard. I had to embrace a role I never envisioned for myself: Villain. I never started out as one. But then again, nobody ever does. Most know me as the zony who tried to destroy the city of Neigh Orleans. Most know me as a dangerous equine, and are happy to hear of my "death". Most don't know the full story. I started as a simple plantation worker who only wanted to explore. I ended up left for dead in a swamp, wanting to atone. Here's how it happened.