BLOODIESTED JUSTICE OF FREEDOME FITER [SPG]

THE BLOODIESTED JUSTICE OF FREEDOME FITER
By XxSonicxGoku-Shipsthem-Fan-Also-Trump-Is-HitlerxX



>The sun.
>It shines so bright on the world below.
>It gives life to all.
>Even those who don’t deserve it.
>But the sun cares not.
>It simply gives, and gives, and gives.
>It is truly the most compassionate and benevolent being in the world.
>But… those who exploit her kindness.
>Those who feel nothing but greed.
>They deserve nothing.
>But the sun cannot hand out punishment.
>All it can do is care for the little world below.
>Care for the sinners and saints.
>The guilty and the innocent.
>The good and the bad.
>Such empathy is lost on this world.
>As such… another must take up the mantle.
>The title of Judge,
>Judy Jury,
>And…
>Executioner.
>This… is where your story begins.


>A sickening thud is heard as another lifeless human hits the ground.
>It’s Sunday
>The perfect day for freedom
>Blood pools around his head, staining the ground
“Psh. Didn’t even break a sweat.”
>Yore mechanical wangs flap you away from the grim scene of pure revengance.
>What a thrill knowing you are the savior of this world
>Let the bodies hit the floor
>Your name is not important, what is important is what you are going to do 4 U.
>You just fuckin’ hate this world, and all the human worms feasting on its carcass.
>Your life is just cold, bitter hatred, and you’ve always wanted to die violently.
>This is a time for vengeance, and no human is worth saving.
>And you will put in a grave as many as you can.
>It is time for you to kill.
>And it is time for them to die.
>You’’re genocide crusade begins here.


>Anon
>That disgusting green piss stain
>He’s enslaved more ponies than you can count
>forty ponies! That’s as much as four tens!
>If only you could count to forty
>It matters not
>The only number you need to count to is 666
>For his blood will drip from your knifegun
>Celestia wills it.
>The only thing that stands in your way are the 4 collaborators protecting his facility.
>As you near the prison, a rain of bullets whiz right past you.
>JEEPERS
>You make a dive at the front gates, easily avoiding each one, shooting the sentries as you go.
>The first collaborator, Flash, makes himself known.
>He’ll be the first to suffer your hatye-fueled onslaught
>Using the momentum from your dive, you slice him in two with your metallic wings.
>They cut through collaborator skin like butter.
>Guess you could say he’s just a flash in the pan.


>It almost pains you to kill a fellow horse, but you’ve erected a wall around your heart, deporting emotions that simply get in the way
>Justice trumps all
>They should have known what they were getting into, siding with those hairless demons.
>Stepping inside the facility, your heart sinks when you see a mare and her child on the ground.
>It’s possible that they could just be sleeping, but instinct tells you that their hearts beat no more.
>Gun tipped, you lower your head and whisper a soft “M’lady” to accompany her soul off to heaven.
>They’ll pay for this. All of them.
>Linkin Park blasts through your thoughts.
>Yeah, Linkin Park may be dirty humens, but they’re an exception to the rule.
>Totally no homo tho
>Their poetic voices release a damn of tears.
>You can contain it no longer.
>A MIGHTY ROAR RIPS FROM YOUR VOCAL CHORDS, THE THUNDEROUS SONG OF SORROW NUTSHACKING THE BUILDING’S VERY FOUNDATION.
>IT ENDS NOW.


>Into the main hall, you make your totally not melodramatic entrance.
>RIGHTeous angles sing and demons cry as you destroy the door with your maddening fury!
>Eyes shut, then slowly opening, your sweat and hair, dyed with the blood of a thousand humens past, lock onto your target.
>He’s a big guy, but not big enough to survive your destined crusade of death.
”ANON!” you scream.
>He turns to you, with a smile that sickens your stomach.
>Before he can say anything, two of his collaborators knock him back and step in front with a protective stance.
>More ponies?
>If you must.
>The last, swoops in and pulls Anon away.
>No, he can’t get away!
>You try rushing for him, but Applejack, catches you with her rope, pulling you back.
>”Woah, there, partner.”
>Banjo music starts playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Me2njoQ3dAY [Embed]
>What? Applejack?


>How did she get roped in with Anon?
>Time for her PUNishment.
>With one mighty flare of your mechanical wings, the rope snaps!
>*rope doesn’t snap*
>YOU SAID, WITH ONE MIGHTY FLARE OF YOUR MECHANICAL WINGS, THE ROPE SNAPS!
>YEEHAW MORE LIKE YEENAW.
>*rope still doesn’t snap*
>Curses, what is this infernal artifical serpent made of?
>You fire many rounds into the strange beast.
>Now, with the rope severed in two, the barrel is aimed at appulhorse.
“Hehh… Time to make some applesauce, and I’m all out of apples”
>You pull the trigger.
>*Click*
>Her juices spray in every direction, flesh filled with pounds of lead.
>Banjo music stops playing.


>Forever.
>Another one bites the apple.
>In her ocean of blood, a white mare with overly kept purple hair steps forward.
>Your heart stops.
>It’s her, the love of your life.
>The very reason any beauty still exists in your cold, empty heart.
>”Rarity...”
>Beauty imitating a polished diamond, too bad you must kill her.
>She made the choice when she decided to betray her own kind for this damn dirty ape.
>Never again will you have to watch her take another stallion’s cock in front of you.
>What a shame.
>Your voice triggers her stance to tighten.
“Oh, doth the stars play with our fate as with the planets? To face the very light of my soul, only to know darkness crouches around the corner. Well, fair darkness, I will take your hoof with a kiss. And my angel, my sweet, the reaper searches for a bride in white.”


>She looks at you quizzically.
>”W-who are you, exactly?”
“In this reality, my name means not. But in your dreams,”
>You cock your weapons, all twenty of them.
>It takes, like, 3 minutes.
“You will know thy sound. The sound of true freedom.”
>Taking aim, Rarity is finally filled with something other than penis
>”WHAHAHA”
>She collapses.
>Tears fill your eyes, once again.
>Nothing is sacred in this world, and love is but a lie that fools tell themselves.
>And you were one of those fools, you bought into the lie of love hook, line, and shoot ‘er.
>But you are suddenly enlightened.
>Hatred is now your sole emotion.
>You let the baggage of worthless feeling fall away, and are ready to begin your furious chase after Anon anew!
>In your heighten state, his very presence can be felt in your bones.


>There is no where he can hide
>Shooting a circular pattern, on the lone door at the end of the hall, you effortlessly tackle through it.
“ANONYMOUS, YORE RECKONING IS HERE. FACE YOUR JUDGEMENT!”
>”HALT THY TICKLE PISTOL PONY.”
>In front of you is a towering mare, as dark as the night sky, wings flared and horn gleaming in the light.
>It is Luna, once a Princess of Equestria, now turned arch-collaboratorist.
>Princess Suna bullet will be in her head.
”Psh… you really think you can protect him?”
>”THY WORTHLESS EDGE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO OUR ETERNAL NIGHTMARE!”
“Is that a challenge? Bring it on, fairest Luna. But know,”
>You stomp your hooves into the ground.
“That my edge,”
>Your animation budget depletes.
“IS FAR GREATER THAN YOURS!”
>In your destruction, Anon somehow teleported behind you, subduing you with ear scratchies.
>”You’re a very naughty pony, knocking down my cardboard cut outs.”
>He switches ears and leans in closer.


>”Yeah, busting in, waking up everyone before the crack of dawn, and shooting anyone who got in your way, you’re a real contrarian, aren’t you?”
>You fall back in horror as he pulls out a weapon, superior to yours in every way.
>Truly, humen ingenuity knows no bounds when it comes to creating weapons of mass destruction.
>You cry out in despair as a torrent of water hits your face, and drop down, covering your muzzle with your trembling hooves.
>”Next time you wander off and cause a ruckus, you’ll get your tendies taken away, mister.”
>NO! NOT YOU’RE TENDIES!
“Anonymous, you insufferable cur. How dare you-”
>He sprays you again, causing you to yelp out in fear.
”Pshh, n-not even confiscated tendies can deepen the pit in my heart.”
>”Now, now, that kind of language isn’t gonna earn those good noodle stars back.”
”Damn, you, Anonymous. You’ve won today. BUT JUSTICE WILL REI-”
>Another spray to the face.
>”Are you going to go out and give the children piggyback rides or is Luna going to have to take away another star?”


>You glance to the princess of the night.
>She places the palette knife against another star, pressing it into the glue barely holding it up as is.
>Damn collaborator.
>”Luna, will you please hand over one of Freedome’s stars?”
>”Gladly, Master.”
>As the glue snaps from the board, a star goes supernova within your stomach.
>Encases in magic, it levitates over into Anon’s hand.
>”Are we done here? Because I can do this all day, mister.”
>Only silence responds, your body frozen.
>You must be strong. I-It’s just one stupid star.
>You flick your ruffled wing outwards.
”Fine, Anonymous,” you spit out.
”But know, I do not willingly do it. And as long as I’m breathing, there will be no safe haven for the likes of you. For tomorrow, the sun will rise again, and so will my hopes for freedom. Freedom for all ponies.”
>Luna rolls her eyes.
>Folding your wings back in, you turn to the door.
>“That’s a good boy.”
>His arms, the gateway to cuddles, spread out.
>”Do you need a hug?”
“N-no,” you say, leaning into him, sighing in content as he wraps himself around you.
”Rest well tonight, beast.“ you mumble into his chest. ”My fight for freedom will never end.”
>”I know, Freedome. I know.”

END (yourself)?