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- > DAY DECEMBER 23TH, 1982
- > IT HAS BEEN NEARLY A MONTH SINCE YOU STARTED YOUR POST HERE AS ARSTOTZKAN POST MASTER.
- >MUCH OF WORK IS MUNDANE, BUT HONORABLE.
- > YOU FIND YOURSELF FILING THROUGH DOCUMENTS OF NEW IMMIGRANTS
- > PEOPLE FROM AROUND THE WORLD FLOCK TO ARSTOTZKA IN DROVES
- > EVEN PONIES FROM 'MAGICAL' FAR AWAY LANDS OF EQUESTRIA FLOCK HERE
- > HOWEVER, YOU DO NOT BLAME THEM
- > FOR ARSTOTZKA IS THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD
- > OTHER COUNTRIES BASK IN JEALOUSY OF ARSTOTZKA'S GLORY
- > ESPECIALLY THE FILTHY COUNTRY OF KOLECHIA.
- > FILTHY RATS
- > THEY ARE JEALOUS
- > REALLY JEALOUS
- > YOU LINE UP THE PASSPORT UNDERNEATH THE RED 'DENIED' STAMP
- > COLLECTING THE MAN'S DOCUMENTS, YOU HAND IT BACK TO HIM
- > “DENIED?” HE ANGRILY ASKS, “WHY IS THIS!?”
- “ALL IMMIGRANTS MUST HAVE POLIO VACCINE CERTIFICATE.”
- > “THIS IS BULLSHIT!” THE MAN SHOUTS, “I HAVE BEEN IN LINE FOR SIX HOURS.”
- “EXIT IS ON LEFT.” YOU REPLY.
- > THE MAN ANGRILY ACCEPTS HIS FATE BEFORE CUSSING YOU OUT
- > HE LEAVES IN A FIT
- “ENTRY IS NOT GUARANTEED.” YOU SHOUT INTO THE MICROPHONE.
- > YOUR VOICE CUTTING THROUGH THE GLORIOUS ARSTOTZKAN AIR
- “NEXT.” YOU BOOM
- > A YOUNG MAN IN A GREEN HOODED SWEATER COMES UP TO THE COUNTER.
- > HE WEARS A BLUE MASK
- > SAYING NOTHING, HE HANDS YOU A SLIP OF PAPER THROUGH THE DOCUMENT CHUTE OF THE COUNTER.
- > YOU QUICKLY UNFOLD IT AND READ IT.
- READ QUICKLY AND RETURN TO MESSENGER
- GRESTIN CHECKPOINT IS AT AN END. TODAY WE WILL BREAK THIS WALL DOWN. YOU WILL BE SAFE. HOLD YOUR FIRE.
- -THE ORDER OF THE EZIC STAR
- > WITHOUT SAYING A WORD, YOU HAND IT BACK TO THE MESSENGER.
- > HE HANDS YOU HIS PASSPORT AND DOCUMENTS.
- > WITHOUT CHECKING FOR IT'S LEGITIMACY YOU PLACE IT UNDERNEATH THE GREEN APPROVAL STAMP.
- “GLORY TO ARTSTOTZKA.” YOU COMMENT.
- > THE MESSENGER SAYS NOTHING BEFORE MAKING THEIR WAY INTO THE COUNTRY.
- > YOU SHAKE OFF ANY NERVOUSNESS AND CONTINUE ON WITH YOUR DAY.
- “NEXT.”
- > A TALL WHITE PONY COMES INTO THE STAND.
- > HER COAT IS SNOW WHITE, AND HER MANE FLOWS EFFORTLESSLY IN THE GLORIOUS ARSTOTZKAN AIR.
- > SHE HAS A SUN TATTOOED ON HER FLANK AND OFFERS A WARM SMILE.
- > “Good morning.” SHE COMMENTS.
- “PAPERS, PLEASE.” YOU ASK.
- > SHE USES HER MAGIC TO HAND YOU HER DOCUMENTS.
- NAME : CELESTIA
- TYPE: ALICORN
- COLOR: WHITE, PASTEL MANE
- CUTIE MARK: SUN
- ISSUING CITY: CANTERLOT
- “WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS IN ARSTOTZKA?” YOU QUESTION
- > “I've got to attend the political summit here in Arstotzka. I alongside my student Twilight Sparkle, are the official representatives to Equestria”
- > “DA.” YOU SHOUT WITH PRIDE, “I KNOW ALL OF ARSTOTZKA'S GLORIOUS AFFAIRS.”
- > SHE GIVES WARM SMILE
- > HER VISA, PASSPORT, ENTRY TICKETS AND IMMUNIZATIONS ALL CHECK OUT.
- > YOU PLACE HER PASSPORT UNDERNEATH THE GREEN APPROVAL STAMP AND CHECK HER OUT
- “CAUSE NO TROUBLE.”
- > “Me? Trouble?” she cheerfully replies, “I'll keep my nose clean.”
- “GLORY TO ARSTOTZKA.”
- > “Glory to Arstotzka!” she giggles before heading off.
- > A YOUNG PONY COMES UP TO THE STAND
- > “H-Hello there.” SHE STARTS.
- “PAPERS, PLEASE.”
- > “Ah, yes.” she replies. “I've got them in my saddlebag here.”
- > SHE REACHES INTO HER BAG AND PRODUCES THE PAPERS
- > CLIMBING ONTO TWO LEGS, SHE REACHES THE COUNTER
- > YOU RECOGNIZE HER FACE
- > IT'S THE SAME PURPLE ALICORN FROM LAST TIME.
- > “Here they ar-”
- > SHE CUTS HERSELF OFF WHEN SHE SEE'S YOUR FACE
- > HER EYES WIDEN IN FEAR
- > “O-Oh. It's you again...” SHE WHIMPERS
- “DA.”
- > “I-Err... I- I have my papers in order this time.” SHE HESITANTLY REPLIES
- “GOOD.”
- > SHE HANDS YOU SMALL STACK OF DOCUMENTS
- > PASSPORT, ENTRY TICKET, VISA AND IMMUNIZATIONS ARE ALL NEATLY PLACED BEFORE YOU
- > YOU START GOING THROUGH THEM, ONE BY ONE
- NAME: TWILIGHT SPARKLE
- TYPE: ALICORN
- COLOR: BRIGHT PURPLE, DARK PURPLE MANE
- CUTIE MARK: STAR
- ISSUING CITY: PONYVILLE
- “WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS HERE IN ARSTOTZKA?”
- > “I-I have a summit to get to.” SHE MEEKLY REPLIES
- “THE INTERNATIONAL SUMMIT?”
- > “Y-Yes.”
- “WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS THERE?”
- > “I represent Equestria.”
- “DA.”
- > HER GLANCE NERVOUSLY GLANCES OVER TO THE GAURDS STATIONED A FEW YARDS AWAY
- > “T-They're not going to take me away again. A-Are they?”
- “NOT UNLESS I TELL THEM TO.”
- > “T-The last time they took me...” SHE SHUDDERS
- > YOU GLANCE UP TO SEE THE PURPLE PONY
- > ONLY TO SEE HER STARING OFF INTO SPACE
- > HER EYES FULL OF FEAR AND ABJECT HORROR
- > HER ARMS TREMBLING EVER SO SLIGHTLY
- > YOU GIVE A SOFT CHUCKLE
- > HER LAST ATTEMPT TO CROSS THE BORDER HADN'T BEEN A SMOOTH ONE
- > HER DOCUMENTS DID NOT MATCH
- > YOU SENT HER OFF WITH THE ARSTOTZKAN GUARD
- > THE LAST YOU HEARD, SHE WAS BEING INTERROGATED BY THE GOVERNMENT
- > YOU'RE BOTH SURPRISED AND IMPRESSED
- > SHE WAS PROBABLY ASSUMED TO BE A FILTHY KOLECHIAN SPY
- > SO SHE MUST HAVE BEEN TREATED AS SUCH
- > ONE DOES USUALLY LIVE TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AFTER SUCH MIX UP
- > YOU GLANCE OVER THE DOCUMENTS ONCE MORE
- > EVERYTHING CHECKS OUT JUST FINE
- > AND YOU'RE SURE OF IT
- “LOOKS LIKE EVERYTHING IS IN ORDER THIS TIME.”
- > “Hehehe, yeah...” SHE NERVOUSLY REMARKS, “This time I was positive about my documents before I came into the-.”
- > PURPLE PONY DOES NOT HAVE A CHANCE TO FINISH HER SENTENCE
- > SHRIEKS OF TERROR ERUPT FROM THE LINE OF IMMIGRANTS
- > PEOPLE START RUNNING AND SCREAMING IN EVERY DIRECTION
- > GUNFIRE ERUPTS
- > TERRORISTS APPEAR FROM WITHIN THE RANKS OF CITIZENS
- > THEY RELEASE FIRE ON THE ARSTOTZKAN GUARD, GUNNING THEM ALL DOWN ONE BY ONE
- > YOU RECOGNIZE THE ATTACKERS
- > THEY ARE MEMBERS OF EZIC
- > YOU FLICK A SWITCH ON THE SIDE OF YOUR DESK
- > IT BRINGS A PAIR OF DOORS AROUND THE CHECKPOINT
- > KA-CHUNK
- > SIRENS WAIL CUT THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A KNIFE
- > “W-What's going on!?” THE SMALL PONY ASKS
- > ANY NORMAL MAN WOULD EASILY PANIC IN THIS TERRORIST SITUATION
- > BUT YOU ARE ARSTOTZKAN
- > AND YOUR INSTINCTS KICK IN
- > WE HAVE BEST DOCTORS.
- > WE HAVE BEST SOCCER TEAM.
- > WE HAVE BEST ECONOMY.
- > WE HAVE BEST APARTMENTS.
- > AND WE MOST CERTAIN HAVE BEST IMMIGRATION CONTROL.
- > KEEPING YOUR HEAD COOL, YOU REACH FOR A SMALL SILVER KEY ON YOUR DESK
- > YOU UNLOCK THE HIGH CALIBER RIFLE THAT IS STASHED UNDERNEATH FOR SUCH EMERGENCIES
- > YOU PULL IT UP AND AIM FOR THE CRIMINALS
- “WHAT FOOLS.” YOU LAUGH
- > “W-What's going on!?” THE SMALL PONY ASKS.
- “DID THOSE FILTHY RATS HONESTLY BELIEVE I WOULD HELP THEM!?”
- > THE SMALL PONY PANICS WHEN SHE LAYS HER EYE ON YOUR RIFLE
- > SHE BANGS AGAINST THE METAL DOORS WITH HER HOOFS
- > “S-Somepony! Let me out! P-Please!”
- “GET DOWN.” YOU SHOUT
- > “W-What are you doing!?” SMALL HORSE ASKS
- > YOU PAY HER NO MIND
- > INSTEAD YOU BEAD YOUR SIGHTS ON CLOSEST TARGET
- > YOU FIRE YOU RIFLE
- > IT'S GUNSHOT RINGS SO LOUD, IT BRINGS THE SMALL PONY DOWN TO HER KNEES
- > SHE SHRIEKS IN FEAR AS YOU UNLEASH THE ENTIRE MAGAZINE
- > MORE GUN FIRE ERUPTS
- > GLORIOUS ARSTOTZKAN REINFORCEMENTS HAVE ARRIVED
- > SOME OF THE TERRORISTS TRY TO RUN UP TO THE BORDER WALL
- > THEY HAVE EXPLOSIVES STRAPPED TO THEIR CHEST
- > THEY HOPE TO TAKE OUT THE WALL IN ONE LAST, SUICIDAL, EFFORT
- > UNFORTUNATELY FOR THEM, YOUR AIM IS TRUE
- > YOU ALIGN YOUR SIGHTS WITH THE LAST OF THE INFIDELS BEFORE FIRING YOUR RIFLE
- > QUICKLY BRINGING AN END OF THIS MADNESS.
- > YOU GLANCE AROUND.
- > AMONG THE CHAOS, ABOUT A DOZEN OR SO TERRORISTS HAD BEEN KILLED
- > ALTHOUGH THEY ARE A BIT SHAKEN UP, FORTUNATELY NO CIVILIANS WERE KILLED
- > YOU SMILE AND LET OUT A SOFT CHUCKLE
- > YOU RETURN THE RIFLE TO IT'S LOCK BOX
- > AND FINALLY YOU LOOK INTO THE CHECKPOINT
- > ONLY TO FIND THE SMALL PURPLE HORSE HUDDLED IN THE CORNER
- > SHE HAS SOILED HERSELF OUT OF FEAR
- > HER EYES CLENCHED SHUT
- > AND HER HOOFS COVERING HER EARS
- “TWILIGHT.” YOU CALL OUT
- > SHE PEEKS UP TO YOU
- “DA. YOU CAN COME UP NOW.”
- > SHE LOOKS AROUND HESITANTLY
- “DA. COAST IS CLEAR.”
- > “D-Does this happen often?” SHE TIMIDLY ASKS.
- “DA.”
- > “A-Aren't you scared they might come back?
- “I AM ARSTOTZKAN. SO NO.”
- > “A-Am I going to be taken away again?” SHE WHIMPERS.
- “PERHAPS.”
- > SHE THEN BREAKS DOWN INTO HYSTERICS
- > “P-Please don't let them take me away! P-Please! T-They almost killed me last time! P-Please!”
- > YOU SIT BACK DOWN TO YOUR DESK
- > YOU ALIGN HER PASSPORT UNDERNEATH THE GREEN OUTLINE AND GIVE IT THE STAMP OF APPROVAL
- > “W-What?” WHIMPERS
- > YOU HAND HER THE PAPERS AND OPEN THE CHECKPOINT GATES ONCE MORE.
- “CAUSE NO TROUBLE, PRINCESS.”
- > YOU REACH OVER TO YOUR MICROPHONE ONCE MORE.
- “NEXT.”
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