Fall of Cleveland: Rocket Man

>You are the gunner for an M270A1 MLRS.
>Gunner is a bit of a misnomer; this is a rocket launcher.
>You're attached to 3rd Battalion, 13th Field Artillery Regiment, and you're parked in the suburbs of Akron.
>That's right, Ohio.
>Your unit, along with several others, is preparing to fire on the city of Cleveland.
>III Corps, under the direction of US Army North, is forming a cordon to contain the fluffy ponies in the city.
>Over eight million of the little bastards.
>You didn't think there were that many fluffies on the planet, much less in America.
>1st and 4th Infantry are using I-90 and I-77 to move in soldiers to establish a large perimeter.
>Your unit's mission, now that the evacuation is over, is to provide firepower.
>There are seven other M270s in your section.
>They're all loaded with the new MGM-140 missile.
>Only two of the big rockets will fit in your launcher, but two is more than enough.
>You can see your commanding officer, a Captain, on the horn with Battery C, 26th Field Artillery.
>They're the guys that will tell you where to launch the hardware.
>There's not much conversation between you, the driver, and your section chief.
>Just waiting for the order.
>You know why the Staff Sergeant's quiet; he was born in Cleveland.
>Now he has to help level it.
“I can't fuckin’ believe this, man...”
>You look around.
>Your section is set up in Schneider Park, north and west of downtown Akron.
>You're surrounded by suburbia.  There's a church across the road south.
>You even see a couple of herds of fluffies trying to go north.
>They get slaughtered by military police.
>Captain's still talking to Battery C.
>Army North's plan is to demolish all the bridges in Cleveland
>With the massive fluffy pony influx, sending in sappers isn't feasible right now, however.
>Instead, III Corps Artillery, of which your unit is a part, is going to do that, along with zoomies from the First Air Force.
>He's done talking.  Even though he's right over there, not twenty yards away, he gets his field radio.
>It's go time.  He's issuing orders to the section.
>You receive an assignment to attack the Memorial Shoreway bridge as well as West Superior Avenue's bridge.
>You head to the launcher, looking at the maps to figure out where they are.
>The Staff Sergeant already knows.
>”I have to launch against Riverfront Park?” he asks in disbelief.
>Your targets are very close to Lake Erie.  The whole section will be attacking them.
>You hear over the radio that both Wendy Park and Riverfront are absolutely choked with fluffy ponies.
>Even Humvees have had trouble navigating the pile of fluff.
>Therefore, your missiles will be launched first.
>They contain nine hundred and fifty submunitions each, designed to kill personnel.
>The other launchers' weapons have five hundred pound high explosive single charges, for use against the structures.
>Your missiles should kill most of the fluffies, allowing engineers to get in if your section can't finish off the bridges.
>You're all inside or away from the launchers now.
>You're setting up the fire control system.
>You press the 'button'.
>The vehicle shudders a bit as the missile punches out of its canister and blasts up and away.
>The noise is shrill and penetrating for a brief time, but fades as the missile speeds downrange.
>You just launched live ammunition on an American city.
>Silently, you hope you don't hit anything alive besides fluffy ponies.
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“Gif owwies!”
>Your massive herd fights against the endless tide of ponies ahead, trying to make progress.
>You're also trying not get driven into the Big Water on your right.
>”Fwuffies go Sgetti Wan'!  No wet otha fwuffies ge' sgettis!” yells a pegasus before you stomp his face.
>You've been fighting for what feels like an eternity.
>Your purple fluff is stained with red.
>Your left ear has been ripped almost clean off.
>Your horn is chipped and aching.
>And yet, you've prevailed.  Your herd is mostly strong earth ponies.
>You've been able to overwhelm opposition until you found yourself surrounded by human home places.
>You directed your fluffies to retreat to a grassies place where Big Water and some Winding Water met.
>You managed to rest enough, eat some grassies, and recuperate for a day.
>Now you're stuck.
>You can't swim across Winding Water.
>The way back to the grey path that crosses it is blocked by herds that are coming from behind you.
>You have to fight your way out.
>Your mares are being viciously attacked.
>There are no foals left in your group; they've all either been killed or lost in the chaos.
>The males of your herd go to defend their mates, but the endless stream of enemy fluffies swallows them.
>Screams fill the air.
>You can pick out words sometimes, but it's all just a chorus of agony.
>You see a pink mare with a foal, desperate to get away and find shelter.
>Her smell says she is with the enemy.  You rush through the scrum and stomp her foal.
>Then you gore her in the tummy as she wails over her dead baby.
>Your males protecting their mates succeed in breaking out and rejoining your group.
>”Nee' go, too many bad fwuffies!  Haffa fin' safe pwace for giwl fwuffies!”
>You cannot make any headway.  Solid walls of bleeding, shrieking fluff pin you from all directions.
“No can move!  Too many fwuffies aww ova pwace!  Am stuck!”
>You're forced to hold your position, goring and biting any fluffy that tries to hide in your clump.
>”Wook!  Wook!  See fwy tingy!”
>You look up as more fluffies shout those words.
>An indistinct shape is above you, coming almost straight down.
>It makes a loud noise, and a huge number of smaller things come out.
>”Fwy tingy haf babehs?” your yellow wingie friend mate asks.
>More enemy children.  You know what to do.
“Fwuffies huwt babehs when dey co--”
>Your senses can barely comprehend the carnage that happens next.
>Sharp, deafening bangs engulf your herd.
>You see parts of fluffies flying through the air.
>Eyeballs, legs, wings, halves of fluffies, foals hanging from severed torsos of dams by their umbilical cords.
>They pelt your herd, causing them to scream with primal fear.
>A mighty bang comes from nearby, causing fluffies to tumble through the air, trailing misty red in their wakes.
>They land on other fluffies and crush them.
>The bang noises get closer and farther away at the same time.
>You watch helplessly as you see members of your own herd begin to fly overhead.
>”Smawty, pwease hewp fwuffy!” some shriek.
>You see one of your only surviving dams get flung up by a close bang.
>She explodes in the air, her foals fanning out and landing amidst the panicking fluffy mass.
>”Nuuuuuuuuuu!  Smawty fwiend pwease hewp fwiend's babehs!” your mate cries.
>A very loud bang.
>You feel hot, sharp owwies rip through your flesh.
>The boo-boo juice of your mate splatters your face, causing you to lose sight for a moment.
>The bangs stop.
>You manage to pull yourself up on your front leggies again.
>You no longer feel the back ones.
>As you blink away the boo-boo juice, you feel like throwing up your nummies.
>The fluffies around you are shredded to bits, but a lot are still able to wail in pain.
>Separated heads lie on the ground, their lips moving for a moment before going still forever, their eyes frozen open with terror.
>Back halves of bodies mix with severed limbs and eyes and parts of dead foals.
>Everything is drenched with scared poopies, pee, and boo-boo juice.
“Why...why dis happen...”
>You tip backwards, suddenly resting on your spilled innards.
>The pain is just another ripple in the sea of your white-hot agony.
“Fwuffies onwy wan' sgettis, why...why fwy tingy gif big owwies to...to good fwuffies...”
>As your eyes involuntarily roll back, they see another shape approaching in the blue sky.
“No...no wan' owwies, fwy tingy...fwuffies sowwy...”
>Like the one before, it has many little black babies.
“No, pwease no...pwease no gif owwies babehs, fwuffies go 'way, babehs can haf sgettis...”
>The babies don't listen.
>One of them flies right at you.
>It is the last thing you ever see.