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- >You are the commanding general of III Corps.
- >You're holed up in Akron for now, overseeing operations in Cleveland.
- >They have been an abject disaster.
- >Too many fluffy ponies have choked the area.
- >While units on the west side of the city made good progress in getting near downtown, they got stuck as fluffy ponies piled up in the streets.
- >With the number of ponies in the Cleveland-Spaghetti Land area outnumbering your troops forty to one, you've had to change tactics.
- >Instead of trying to eliminate them all, you've elected to let them go to the areas, then cordon them off.
- >Any fluffy pony trying to get in can get in, but any trying to leave will be killed.
- >The cordon is a six mile circle around the city, overlapping with an eighteen mile circle around the theme park.
- >The distance for the latter was determined as the one to the nearest usable airfield, Geauga County Airport.
- >Thanks to the civilian exterminators that have joined, you know that loud noises make fluffy ponies run around.
- >Therefore, your brilliant plan involves bombing the outer edges of the circle first, forcing the ponies in.
- >Any leaks will be plugged by tanks, infantry, and whatever else happens to be handy.
- >To further hamper fluffy pony progress in Cleveland, artillery and airstrikes will be used against the bridges.
- >Surely, Northern Command will approve of this idea.
- >The microwave tanks don't kill the damn things fast enough.
- >And there's not enough small arms ammo and grenades on the planet to do the job.
- >With the fluffy ponies all in one place, artillery and bombing will kill thousands at a time.
- >Northern Command is a bit perturbed at the idea of destroying infrastructure.
- >You remind them that millions of fluffy ponies have been shitting in it for days. It's way past ruined.
- >Grudgingly, they accept your proposal.
- >Over thirty years in the Army, and your shot at a fourth star is hinging on killing millions of living kids' toys.
- >Idly, you look out the window of City Hall.
- >A few kids have cornered some fluffy ponies, and are systematically killing them with firecrackers up the ass.
- >You wonder if they're old enough to recruit.
- ------
- >You are an F-15E pilot.
- >Your unit, the 334th Fighter Squadron, has just been moved from North Carolina to Dayton and attached to the First Air Force.
- >You are currently on what the Air Force calls a 'fluffy pony interdiction patrol'.
- >The pilots call it a 'barbecue run'.
- >Your aircraft is loaded with Mark 79 incendiary bombs.
- >These are just one thousand pound versions of the Mark 77, which is full of what everyone calls napalm.
- >Technically, it's not, but the effect is exactly the same.
- >You will loiter at ten thousand feet for a while until a drone pilot gives you a place to bomb.
- >Theoretically, you could drop your weapons into a clump of ponies anywhere.
- >However, the fact that they're awful fire hazards complicates things.
- >Nobody wants unharmed areas catching on fire, so you have to await instructions.
- >It's boring work, at least as boring as flying a Strike Eagle can be.
- >The other plane in your flight heads out to find the KC-10 to refuel, leaving your bird the only one on station.
- >That's when the call comes up.
- >A drone has been following a herd that has set up shop in a place called the Rookery, along State Route 322.
- >They've stopped, for some reason, and they've isolated themselves from other herds.
- >The area is heavily wooded, and few structures are nearby.
- >Your superiors want to see the effects of the Mark 79, and this area seems like a prime testing ground.
- >The smaller bombs are being used near the 'front', the edge of the eighteen mile circle around Spaghetti Land.
- >If the bigger bombs are safe, they can be used to herd the fluffy ponies into the cordon area, while killing more of them.
- >You head out to the Rookery.
- ------
- >You are a male fluffy pony named...you've forgotten your name.
- >You have pretty blue fluff and a red mane and tail.
- >You even have a horn!
- >You vaguely remember having a daddy, but that was very long ago.
- >He stopped loving you, though. You remember that.
- >He threw you out of the house in a box and didn't let you back in, no matter how much you cried.
- >Some fluffy friends came by and told you about the land of spaghetti.
- >You went with them.
- >Your new herd never managed to reach that place.
- >There were so many fluffy friends, you couldn't move.
- >So your herd turned around and went back.
- >You've found a places with lots of trees, with really big puddles of water nearby, and a stream.
- >The smarty friend says this is your new home.
- >It's much cooler here with the shade of the trees. Water is easy to find, and so are grassies in the clearings.
- >The other fluffies attract humans with loud sticks and big monster boxes.
- >Your smarty friend says you're going to stay here, away from them.
- >If we don't bother the human things, maybe they won't bother us, he explains.
- >It seems to work. A flying thing is overhead, but it doesn't hurt any of you.
- >The fluffies with babies inside need help eating and drinking.
- >You help keep them out of the stream.
- >”Wawa goo' fo' babehs,” they coo, hugging their big bellies.
- >You hear a far away noise that gets louder as it gets closer.
- >A big flying thing shoots overhead, leaving as quickly as it came.
- >The mommies panic and cry at the noise.
- >You look up and back.
- >The flying thing had babies! White things tumble down from the sky.
- >They crash into the ground a distance away, and suddenly there's fire.
- >So much fire. The smarty friend wasn't hurt. He comes running toward the flames, and you follow him.
- >”Fwuffies too wawm! Go in wawa! Wawa stop wawm!”
- >You watch fluffy friends waddle painfully into the stream.
- >The fire clings to them, dripping off their fluff like glowing orange honey.
- >Some of them completely submerge themselves, yet the flames continue to consume them.
- >”Why wawa no hewp fwuffies?” the smarty asks.
- >A mommy fluffy comes by with three burning foals on her back.
- >”Hewp babehs! Hewp mumma! He--”
- >She falls down suddenly, wailing in agony as the fire-honey on her foals plunges through her fluff and skin.
- >You want to hug her, but something in your mind says no.
- >The flames spread as if by magic, their orange and yellow wisps flowing through the trees like water.
- >You see silhouettes of fluffy friends through the light before the fire erases their forms.
- >They die hugging each other, holes bored through their bodies by the scary fire-honey.
- >The smarty friend goes into the flames to save his mate.
- >You are much too scared to follow him and run away, hiding by a tree trunk when you can run no more.
- >You only open your eyes again when the shiny bright suddenly goes away. You look up.
- >A very angry looking cloud is above you.
- >Fluffies are running past now, screaming for help.
- >The trees begin to bend and bow. The invisible force becomes so strong, you can no longer hug onto the tree trunk.
- >The firestorm, generating its own wind, sucks you back into its core.
- >You can only get out two words before being engulfed by the flames:
- “Wan' daaaaaaaddyyyyy!”
- ------
- >You are the commanding general of III Corps.
- >While you listen in on the operation that is fighting the Rookery fire from the air, you're formulating a resignation letter in your head.
- >Your idea to test the larger bombs has caused a huge conflagration.
- >Northern Command is going to have your ass for this.
- >Oh, they're calling now. You're fucked.
- >Maybe not. While you get reprimanded slightly for the fire, the effects of the firestorm are very intriguing.
- >Since fluffy ponies are so light, a large enough conflagration could suck in thousands more without the need for further bombs.
- >Your idea is filed away for later.
- >Perhaps you'll get that fourth star after all.
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