Fall of Cleveland: The Road to Hell...

>You are an MQ-9 Reaper.
>Currently, you are lazily flying around over...
>Your navigation systems say this is 'Ohio City, Cleveland, Ohio', generally speaking.
>Specifically, you are over Monroe Cemetery, on Monroe Avenue.
>Your pilot, who is many miles away flying you, commands your camera to look down.
>The cemetery is filled with multicolored fluffy things.
>You don't know what they are.
>Not that you are capable of the concept of unawareness, as you are not an AI.
>There are things on your wings.
>The pilot commands you to drop one.
>You do this, because you are a good UCAV.
>Not that the concept of obedience is something you can acknowledge.
>The pilot then orders you to circle this area, aiming your TV cameras at the ground.
>The thing you just dropped, a long, narrow tube, hits the ground.
>It explodes with a great bloom of white heat that saturates your IR sensors.
>The fuzzy things on the ground scatter slowly.
>Many of them now have greatly increased heat signatures.
>They waddle into other fuzzy things and spread their heat around.
>In a few minutes, it seems like the entire surface directly below you is on fire.
>The heat begins to spread to the trees in the cemetery.
>After a few minutes more, it spreads to the structures across the street.
>If you were capable of consciousness and deductive reasoning, you'd be pretty sure this is not supposed to be happening.
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>You are the guy piloting the MQ-9, and your services are in high demand since the fluffy ponies knocked down that C-17.
>You dropped something called the Clean Lightweight Area Weapon on the fluffy ponies occupying the cemetery.
>It's a device that's still technically in testing, but Cleveland is a great proving ground now.
>The good news?  It worked perfectly.
>The whole cemetery was covered in cleansing explosive power.
>The bad news?  It caught some of them on fire.
>You watched as the fluffy ponies hugged each other, spreading the flames.
>When the trees caught on fire, you called over your commander to watch.
>When the houses began catching on fire, you both realized there was a problem.
>You direct the MQ-9 to follow the conflagration as it spreads toward St. Ignatius High School.
>Not only are buildings going up, but so are more fluffy ponies.
>The high school ignites.
>You pass word along to First Air Force about the...situation.
>Two F-15Cs from 120th Fighter Wing are nearby.
>They report that they're loaded with CBU-87s.
>You have an idea: what if they used their cluster bombs to snuff out the fire?
>Hell, the Russians can do it for oil rigs.
>The idea goes up the chain of command and comes back down with approval.
>The Eagles are vectored toward the high school, and you position the MQ-9 out of their way with a good view of their drop zone.
>You watch as the ordnance comes down, exploding and scattering sub-munitions.
>Eight hundred puffs of heat riddle the flames.  Most of them do go out.
>Oh...fluffy ponies are flying through the air.
>Fluffy ponies on fire.  They pelt unburned vegetation and structures.
>Well, that probably wasn't supposed to happen.
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>You are a blue male pegasus fluffy named Puffy.
>You and thousands of your fluffy friends were heading toward Spaghetti Land.
>Your owner was yelling at you not to go, but you didn't have much choice.
>A big herd came by while you were outside playing, and you got swept away.
>After hundreds of miles, you reached the human place where the spaghetti was supposed to be.
>There were so many fluffy friends, however, you couldn't move!
>Your herd decided to rest in a grassies place with lots of gray rocks and big trees.
>There were lots of other wingie friends playing with you.
>Even though you hadn't found the spaghetti yet, you were still happy.
>It was your turn to help watch the baby fluffies when you heard the buzzy noise above you.
“Puffy see fwy fwiend!  Wan' gif huggies!”
>All the wingie friends agreed with you, trying fly up to it.
>Even the babies with wingies tried, chirping 'fwiend!'
>None of you could reach it, which made you all sad.
>Something fell off of it!  It's giving you a present!
“Yay!  Fwiend gif goo' fwuffies sgettis!”
>It didn't look like spaghetti, though.  It was a tube thing.
>The spaghetti is probably inside!
>You wait for it to open as it falls.
>It opened, but spaghetti didn't come out.
>Fire and pain and suffering came out.
>Now, you're running from the herd because they're engulfed in flames.
“Nuuuuuu!  Puffy no wike wawm!”
>You once burned your hoof on the hot human nummies-maker circle.
>It hurt you for a long time afterward.  You know hot is bad.
>You run past charred corpses and babies on fire, trying to get to the human houses across the grey path.
>You'll be safe there.
>Oh, the fluffies with the fire hugging them are hugging other fluffies without fire!
>Now the fire is all over the place!
>You keep running past human homes.  You still hear the buzzy noise above you.
>It's following you!
“Fwy fwiend, pwease hewp goo' fwuffies!”
>It doesn't seem to hear you, but it's still following you.
>You finally get to a place that has a big human home.
>The fluffies behind you run past you as you hide.
>They're all on fire, screaming and making hurt poopies and crying.
>You want to hug them, but you can't, because you don't want their fire.
>The big human home is on fire now.  You have to move.
>Fluffies rush around you.  You get swept up in the tide again.
“Nuuu, Puffy wan' wun!  Wingies hewp Puffy fwy 'way!”
>After a while you hear the loudest noises ever.
>They make all the poopies come out of you.
>You briefly see two fly friends streak past at unfathomable speed.
“Fas'!  Fwy fwiend fas', hewp Puffy go fas'!”
>More noises come, even louder than the last.
>Pops and bangs and booms and fluffies are flying!
>Even ones without wings are flying!
“Wan' fwy!  Wan' fwy 'way!”
>You get your wish.  An explosion sends you tumbling through the air.
>Your back half is torn off, and the rest of your body is shattered.
“No...no wan' owwies fwy...”
>You land on a pile of fluffy friends that are burning.  You, too, catch on fire.
“No wike...no wike dis...”
>All you wanted was spaghetti.
>This was definitely not supposed to happen.