Hatred and Anti Magic

>These Ponies.
>You’re sick and tired.
>Magical Instant Buttons.
>Everything was easy.
>They knew no struggle.
>Not like you did.
>And they were oh so patronizing about it.
>You’re done with them, you're done with magic.
>You want it stamped out and gone.
>You want them to know the pain of life.
>Even if it would kill them.
>But how, was the question.
>Iron was the answer.
>Most of your time was spent reading inside of Twilight’s library.
>Enough time to learn about the joys of Iron, a material that, absorbs and dissipates any and all magic, converting it into dust and water condensation.
>This is why you cannot do magic, you had iron in your blood, they did not.
>But while you had iron in your blood, it was not enough to absorb all the magic around, just enough to prevent you from being affected by it.
>The Equestrian government would quarantine and cordone off all deposits of iron ore discovered.
>You would uncover these, and you would wipe out their easy-out switch, and teach them the way that you had to live.
>Your brow furrows as you ponder the solution to the acquisition of the answer, you lack one of the most vital resources in obtaining this material.
>Power.
>Looking to the rows upon rows of books, you ponder how you can possibly remove the easy out button that these creatures lorded over you.
>You pry yourself out of your seat, walking over to the sea of paper.
>One of these books would reveal to you the power you required.
>You reach up and pull out a book.

>Hours later.

>Page after page, book after book, shelf after shelf.
>Nothing, nothing that could help your plight.
>Your teeth grit in anger and you grip the page of ‘Oddities of the Everfree’, you were skimming over.
>With a quick, but heavy, breath out your mouth you rip a few pages out of the book and lean back in the short chair you sit in.
>Your hand falls to your side and you release the pages from your hand.
>After five minutes of controlled breathing your temper comes under control.
>You only got angry like this when it was something you were passionate about.
>And today you had developed a passion for destroying a cancer of this society.
>You bring yourself to sit straight and look at the tome you had just maimed.
>Letting out a sign you go to slam it shut and put it back, but something calls your attention.
>Clones.
>You stare hard at the page, reading over every word, savouring them, and burning them in your memory.
>A pool of undefined liquid, liquid not magical in nature, but that produces seemingly magical effects, such as the cloning of an individual, and the ability to stay in a liquid state even after being frozen to levels that would freeze any other thing.
>You didn't pay attention to the last part, it was not essential.
>But it was non-magical, and would produce clones.
>Meaning that you could use it.
>That was strangely convenient.
>You dare not question this stroke of luck.

>You look around the place you've been residing in the past 6 months.
>A library, one made out of a tree.
>A repository of information.
>False information.
>Soon to be, when magic is wiped from the face of this planet.
>You wander to the kitchen and pull out the aluminum sets of cutlery that twilight keeps.
>You had learned early on that shitty metals, ones that were common on earth, are the exact opposite here, these forks and knives were the equivalent of silver here, reinforced with magic of course, but nothing else, luckily.
>You begin shaving the surprisingly soft aluminum into piles near the books, potent enough to explode.
>Running back into the kitchen you grab any and all wooden vessels that can hold water and fill them, placing them near the shavings.
>You sit down and breath, processing what you are just about to do.
>Exhaling you nod your head and proceed back into the kitchen to rifle through the pantry of your soon-to-be former host.
>A few minutes lead you to find that she doesn't really make anything at her home except for sandwiches and tea.
>Though digging through the back you find some cooking oil and pick it up, bringing it to the forefront of the house, and near the impending explosion.
>You stop for a moment, stretching from holding the 30 gallon drum of likely expired oil.
>You didn't need it to be valid for consumption anyway, it would all burn.
>You step back and admire what you had done.
>Chemistry had not failed you yet again.
>You walk to the room that you had stayed in for the duration of your time here.
>Picking your meagre amount of items and storing them in a sort of backpack, you smile as you finally decide to act on your admittedly not well thought out plan.
>You loop the pseudo-backpack onto your shoulders and March out of the tiny room.
>Uncorking the barrel, you throw it onto your shoulder, letting it spill out behind you in a trail.
>You leave through the back door of the house, and use your left hand to pull out one of the seven zippo lighters you had on you for a myriad of reasons.
>You reach the edge of the property in town to see a half dozen ponies looking at you.
>You frown but otherwise ignore them before flicking your lighter open, tossing the barrel behind you, and dropping it in the oil.
>The sudden heat behind you indicated that it was working.
>You pick up speed, walking away from the building as fast as possible.
>A deafening sound and a wave of manageable heat hits your back, as you make it out of the town and into the everfree.
>Screaming is audible as you track and comb the forest for the landmarks of the pool.

>Looking around you, you spot a trio of tall obelisks, you read that these were some of the landmarks that resided near the pool.
>A podium lies in the center of the trio, and everything in a 20 foot radius is dead.
>You pass right by the place, no need to go into the unnatural death-circle.
>You were curious of course, but not suicidally so.
>For about 30 meters or so, bramble and dead vines begin to coat everything, another landmark listed by the book.
>Now all you had to look for was the entrance to the cave that housed the-
>You feel your body slide down a rather steep slope before sliding to a halt, your arm submerged in the warm liquid of something.
>This must be the pool.
>Your head slowly draws up, staring at the walls of the cavern, coated in glowing mosses and fungi.
>It definitely seemed stereotypical enough.
>You chuckle to yourself.
>Standing up and brushing yourself off, you take a better look of your surroundings.
>It's big and cavernous, a perfect mix to start as a base of operations, and as your only way of obtaining manpower.
>You make your way over to the puddle and look into it.
>Nothing out of the ordinary, just a reflection of yourself looking back.
“Shit. How am I supposed to do this?”
>You swipe your hand across the water, though strangely it doesn't splatter across the floor near you, it just slides off your hands before it leaves the pool.
>Like it's magnetized to something at the bottom.
>The liquids texture was off as well, almost as if it was liquid metal, like mercury at room temperature.
>You facepalm as you realize what this pool is made of, or a theory of it anyway.
>Nanomachines, son.
>You dip your hand into the pool and take out a cupped hand full of the liquid, it escapes your hand like worms wriggling.
>You tap your head in thought, attempting to remember the phrase that activated the pool.
>Something, something, double manned?
“I want to be double manned?”
>The water ripples and a hand rips up and out of the water, your hand.
>You stumble back onto your ass and scoot away as the other you pulls himself out of the water, coughing.
>”Jesus fucking Christ. I want to kill myself.”
>It's definitely you.
“Holy Shit! I duplicated myself, my plan is coming to fruition!”
>”My god, I’m your duplicate? What the fuck is this?”
>He pulls himself out of the pool and rolls onto his back in front of it.
>”Why am I such a dumbass?”
“Hey now.”
>You put your hands up in the classic ‘what the fuck, dude’ position.
>”So, why did you duplicate yourself? I mean, I'm not unhappy about this turn of events, but yeah, why?”
“I want to wipe out magic, I want to rub our superiority in the unexpecting faces of the ponies.”
>”Wait, is this some kind of magical fucking fairyland with talking midget horses?”
>You sign before responding.
“Yes.”
>Anon2 brings his right hand to his eyes and rubs.
>”So. You want petty revenge on some fucking small, probably adorable ponies?”
>His hand slams down into the pool and he begins to laugh as hard as he can.
>”Fuck it, sure. I guess since I’m the clone here I should get a new name, why not Incognito? Seems samey enough to fit a theme, I guess.”
>The newly christened Incognito takes a deep breath before standing and brushing himself off.
>”What's the game plan, Anony?”
“I don't have one, just quite yet.”
>”Of course you don't, of course you don’t.”

>”So, we're going to have to start from scratch out here in Ass-fuck-nowhere, Everfree Forest, because you decided to light a library on fire?”
“It felt like the right thing to do.”
>”You're a madman, but because I am you, I feel morally obligated to see these plans through the end. And, well, you know, I have a deep seated revulsion for magic as well.”
“Right. But where are we supposed to go from here?”
>”We can always go into the town you ran from and raid the place, we can be like vikings, but with a forest instead of Denmark.”
“I like it, but we should probably make more clones before we attempt to steal and break shit.”
>You and Inco approach the pool, he looks up at you and down at the pool.
>”How do we do this?”
“Just look at the pool and say ‘I wish to be Double Manned’.”
>”That's incredibly fucking gay, mate.”
>He sighs and looks to the pool before repeating what you had told him.
>Another (you) bursts from the surface of the pool and gasps before flopping onto land and coughing up some of the nanomachines which flow into the lake.
>This new  (you) looks at the two of you before uttering.
>”What the fuck?”
>He exposes the skin of his neck to you, and you notice an intricate tree is formed out of intense veins on his neck.
>Is it a clone thing?
>You immediately turn on Incognito and bend his head at an awkward angle, he shouts in surprise and backs away, but not before you notice the list like tattoo of veins that criss cross his neck.
>”What the hell are you doing?”
“You have a neck tattoo, Check the new guy’s neck!”
>”What?”
>Incognito barely avoids snapping the man's neck as he checks.
“You think the next guy will have something new?”
>The new guy spits a sentence out.
>”What the fuck is going on?”
>Incognito takes him aside to explain the situation and you produced a new clone, proceeding to check the newbie’s neck.
>This one is a sword or something.
>”The fuck is this?” Incognito shouts looking at you checking the clone’s neck.
“Maybe it means the same as the ponies’ marks?”
>”What is going on!?” Anon mk4 shouts,
>The confused New (you) probably deserves an explanation.
“Take him aside, Incognito, explain to him the future. Our future. I'm going to make more. We must expand.”

>It's been a total of three weeks.
>Your repitore of Neck Vein-tats expanded as you made more clones.
>Each and every one of the over 3000 count had developed personalities.
>There seemed to be 6 measures of Anon skills that were grafted into the clones.
>Agriculture
>Administration
>Arts
>Survival
>Industrial
>Scientific
>Their were many types of subdivisions of each branch, the clone pond never seemed to get low, and it seemed to act in accordance of what it thinks you want.
>You have a theory that the pond has a sense of Sapience, and that it is far older than even this planet.
>It has math and sciences that it has grafted on some of your Anons that far outpaces anything these pitiful horses have seen.
>Research and development on par with humanity.
>You sit in your relatively well built wooden two story, held together with extremely strong glue and the innovation of the Industrial Anons.
>The Survival, Scientific, and Industrial Anon's had been scanning the forest for deposits of metals for superior quality tools and building materials, but they has come up with nothing for there efforts.
>Meanwhile, the other half of the clones were plying the trade that they had been grafted with.
>The Agricultural clones were, with the support of the Survival Anons, were clearing swathes of forest farther in, where the filthy Ponies would not notice over much.
>The only reason why your ‘office’ of a sort haven't been spotted was the camouflage that the survival Anons made.
>The forest was at least the size of a medium country, according to the scouts that you had sent out.
>The administration was managing the place and keeping track of the logistics of your developing crusade.
>While the Art Anons held a more hands off role, they were equally important, drafting an anthem, and making a culture out of this small colony that you were developing into a military.

>Brushing aside the tanned leather of your door to step in, Incognito spoke.
>“Preliminary reports are coming in that the scouts have found an exposed deposit of Iron. The industrials said it wasn't pig. They want you to come and see it, to take a chunk and commerate the success.”
>You stand up from your bare bones chair and turn toward the first man.
“Thanks, Incognito. Where?”
>”One of the survival clones are here from the expedition. He seems kind of giddy.”
“Right.”
>Incognito steps out and you make your way to the door, passing by a simple table with your 6 other lighters.
>You grab it just incase.
>Sweeping aside the curtain you step down the wooden steps and outside.
>Three clones outside the door snap to attention.
“As you were.”
>You may not have been part of the Military, but you were the fucking battalion commander of your JROTC, damnit.
>All clones were trained with discipline and critical skills.
>Even the art clones.
>”I'm Private First Class Blacklist, I'm here to show you where the deposit is.”
“Do so then, private.”
>You beckon and he sets out just in front of you, walking to the northwest.
“This is closer to the Horses than I would like it to be.”
>”It's the only place we've found it in an estimated 17 km radius.”
“It's far rarer than I though it would be. More than Earth, at least.”
>He leads you in silence until you came into sight of a fur tent hovering around a dirty brown pit filled with a few men.
>You approach the ledge of the small crater in the earth and peak in, a few industrials and survivals are having at it with some shovels.
>The two Sciences that had come to acess the metals and make the estimates were currently outside of the tent inspecting a pile of rock and rusty iron.
>”It's quality is assured, sir, no serious impurities or problems thereof.”
>One of them says without even looking up from the metal and rock.
>”We just have to figure out how effectively extract, meltdown, and shape this wonderful materiel.”
>You don't deign with a response and leave them to the nerd work, sliding down Into the hole to check up on the works digging around it to judge for size.
>One of them stops his work to grab a sharp, narrow, and fragile looking rock.
>He shoves it into your hands with a gruff ‘sir’ and gets back to removing dirt from the layers of magnetic rock.
>You get the gist, and bring the impromptu tool over your shoulder to strike the ground and remove a bit for safe keeping.
>As you break the metal, you hear a sharp screech that was far too feminine to be one of yours.
>One of the science Anons was pinning down a light red mare just above you.
>She was struggling as hard as possible, but the leverage and might of (you)rself was stronger.
>You take a brief moment to let out a chuckle and haul yourself out of the hole.
“What's your name?”
>You remark, with a hand on the shoulder of your man while squatting to look it in its terrified face.
>”C-c-che-”
>You force the top part of her muzzle down and close her mouth.
“Not you.”
>The science Anon glances at you with a confused look.
>“Corporal Variable, sir?”
“Well, son, you've earned a ribbon or two, for the iron, and for a test subject.”
>You point at Blacklist and command him to detain the pony.
>He rushes into the tent and comes back out with a coil of rope.
>You smile and adjust your tie, brushing off your dirty slacks.
“Excellent.”