Fall of Cleveland 78 - Whose Town is it Anyway?

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Written by philsrobeighn

Whose Town is it Anyway?
>Be the Governor of Ohio
>Cleveland has suffered a crisis over the past few weeks
>Fluffy ponies have been driven to the city en masse
>Your office has been swarmed with requests for aide
>You are doing the best you can
>There is a commotion outside your office
>One of your guards gets flung through a door
>The other comes in on the back of another man
>Drew Alison Carey
>A Marine follows him, protesting
>The Marine speaks up first
>”Sir, this man is out of line!”
>You just smile.  You like Drew Carey.
>”Now now, Marine, let’s take this slow.
>We’ve seen enough troubles in the past few weeks.
>How can I help one of Ohio’s favorite sons?”
>Drew Carey puts down the other guard, and both take a step back
>They’re ready to take him down now if there is any problem
>”Sir,” Drew Carey begins, “There is a crisis in Cleveland.
>I am not asking you for aide, or special favors for the city
>All I am asking is to tell this Marine I should be reenlisted!”
>You smile
>”That’s it?  Now, why would the Corps not let in this fine man?”
>”He’s well over the age limit!” the Marine protests.
>”He’s served in the Corps before, hasn’t he?” you counter
>”Still a bit too old.  He’d have to have a physical assessment.”
>”He just made it into my office past two guards,
>Not to mention a Marine Recruiting Officer.”
>”Sir, the Marine Corps cannot let this man back in,
>I admit I would love to have him
>We could use his PR skills and knowledge of the city.”
>You see it in his eyes: he’s not flattering
>His hands are tied
>So you think of a way to cut the knot
>You start writing
>”What if he were transferred from another branch of the military?”
>”I don’t see that happening”
>”Sure, Marine, sure, but what if it could happen?”
>”We’d accept him immediately”
>”Drew Carey, are you willing to fight for your state?”
>”Yes, Governor”
>”Then by my authority as Governor of this Great State,
>I hearby recruit you for the Ohio National Guard
>What was your last rank?”
>”Corporal, sir”
>”Here is a letter stating I have enlisted you
>You’re in the Army now, Corporal Carey, unless our friend objects”
>The Marine almost smiles
>”Corporal Carey, the Marine Corps would like to offer you a transfer
>We need a Public Relations man on the field
>Given your career experience outside of the Corps,
>We can offer you a NonCom position”
>”I accept, sir.”
>”Then belay what the Governor has ordered
>Report with me back to the Marines, Staff Sergeant Carey”
>”Sir, yes sir!”
>And with all the grace and power of a seasoned Marine
>Staff Sergeant Drew Alison Carey, USMC, strides out of your office
>You know this is a glimmer of hope

>Be Staff Sergeant Drew Alison Carey, USMC
>It is an overcast day in the area you are in
>The last few weeks have made you realize something
>The Corps has a good reason not to let old guys like you in
>Public Relations was a nice way of putting it
>You are assigned to a unit in a Humvee
>Mounted on the back is a Long Range Acoustic Device
>Mainly you broadcast messages
>You are beloved by Cleveland, they take your advice well
>They are evacuating if need be
>You calm a few riots
>But the real reason you have an LRAD is for fluffies
>Can’t even point the thing straight at them, you learned

>>There was a herd, maybe two, in a public park
>>Totally decimating the place
>>You got on the LARD
>>”Fluffies, please turn around and leave the city.”
>>One unicorn steps up and puffs his cheeks
>>”Gween hooman munsta weave!  Dis fwuffy pawk!”
>>You turn up the LRAD to a level you use for crowd dispersing
>>Point it at the fluffies
>>”I said-”
>>Fluffy ponies in the front explode
>>The sonic waves tear apart their fragile bodies
>>The ones in back have their eyes liquefied
>>They bleed out from every imaginable orifice
>>Even on the other side of the park, an unrelated herd falls
>>Brain aneurisms from their skulls cracking
>>Your driver pops up and says, “Jeeze, Sarge, a bit loud?”
>>You shrug it off, “Got the job done, Marine.”
>>”Hoo-rah!” he agrees, and drives towards your next assignment

>Even in the Humvee, it’s been tiring work
>The young guys are marching, fighting
>You can barely keep up in your position
>You want to go home
>But this is your home
>You have to defend it
>The radio comes blares on
>”Unit one-zero-niner, what is your position?”
>”This is unit one-zero-niner, we are in the Flats:
>University Road coming up on Literary, over”
>”Roger that.  Drew…”
>Uh-oh, something big is up
>”Drew… we’re pulling out.  Evacuating the whole city.”
>Holy shit
>”We are sending helicopters to open points in the city
>We’re loading as many civilians as possible
>There is a bunch taking shelter at Eleanor Gerson High
>That’s just northeast of Progressive Field
>Get them to the stadium, we’ll pick them up
>Broadcast evacuation requests on the way
>Advise them not to light fires, not even a cigarette
>And to evacuate on foot if they are able-bodied”
>”Roger, sir… but why?”
>”We’ve got some scientists here that say the fluffy waste…
>It’s at critical levels, Marine.  It could blow”
>You had grown accustomed to the stench
>Now, it hits you a fresh
>All around, you see fresh droppings, old droppings
>The whole city is like a giant prank bag waiting to be lit
>”Roger, command, willco”
>And co you do
>You announce the evacuation orders as you head north
>Several civilians remain, most with kids or fluffies
>You pass Jacob’s Field and find the High School
>There is a large group there
>All of them have fluffies
>Turns out, they were hiding there from abusers
>A large gang of them had been killing fluffies and owners
>If you hadn’t joined up, you’d have done the same
>Now, your orders are to protect these people
>You get them organized and start off
>You ride point, ready to blast the LRAD to disperse any abusers
>Make your way down Sumner
>Then, something rustles to your right
>A group of white fluffies emerge from a cemetery
>They are more fuzzy than fluffy per se, and number well over a hundred
>Their steely blue eyes slowly scan the crowd
>You ignore them and move on
>You notice some clouds part, and the blue sky shines through
>The white fluffy herd observes this, then starts slowly moving forward
>Suddenly, one attacks a woman carrying a pregnant fluffy
>You hop down and stride towards the owner
>Brandishing your nightstick as a warning
>No rush, just a nuisance
>Until, in a coordinated effort uncanny for fluffies
>The white fluffies trips the owner, and two more climb up to suffocate her
>The crowd shrieks in terror as the dam fluffsplodes
>Emotionless, a white fluffy stomps the stillborn foal
>Someone in the crowd yells, "It's those monster fuzzy ponies!"
>Panic ensues
>You yell back to your unit, “Get these civilians to the field!
>And try to stop these fuzzy whatever-they-ares!
>Don’t use firearms, we might ignite the city!”
>These fuzzies have began to damage your calm
>They move forward, their eyes now focused on you
>You take the nightstick and crack the skull of one of them
>Suddenly, one leaps at you from your left
>You catch it just in time and slam it to the ground
>As you smash one beneath you with your foot
>The civilians and Marines are moving quickly to the field
>You smash through the fuzzies
>They are coordinating attacks
>Trying for your groin, your eyes, even to suffocate you from behind
>You keep beating them down
>Some of them survive the first attack and get right back up
>Toughest fluffies you’ve ever seen
>But their numbers are wearing down
>As you back your way to the field, you crush a ribcage and look up
>The crowd is gone
>But you can see the backs of scores of fuzzies
>Following them into the stadium

>Be the Marine assigned as Drew Carey’s driver
>You are escorting a group of civilians into Progressive Field
>You just lost one as fuzzies tripped her over stairs
>They came from who-knows-where, maybe a vent?
>They march forward at you silently
>Except for when a few pass up some cheese by rolling into a few others
>A few more cut you off ahead
>You need to find your way to safety
>You radio Drew Carey, he knows this place
>”Sarge, we’re under attack here!
>The fluzzies are coming out of nowhere!”
>”Get the civilians to the field!  Fight in the open!”
>”Got it”
>You manage to make it onto the field
>You huddle in a tight circle in the infield
>You and your fellow Marines try to create a perimeter around the civilians
>You don’t like your odds, though
>There are roughly two hundred of these things slowly marching to you
>And there are only three of you
>You radio back to Drew Carey
>”Sarge, there’s too many.
>I don’t think we can hold them without taking more civilian casualties.”
>”Keep them away from the civilians, Marine.
>I’ve got an idea.”
>The fuzzies advance
>You step up, keeping your perimeter wide
>You are ready to be attacked by a fluffy pony for your country
>Then there is a roar
>The emergency ambulance access blares a noise that turns every head
Three Four!
>You look, and there is your humvee
Three Four!
>Sarge is blaring music from the LRAD
Three Four!
>He motions for you to get in and drive
>You comply as the music intensifies
>Just then you recognize the song and smile
>Working with Drew Carey is awesome

>Be Drew Alison Carey
>You will not lose these civilians to fuzzies
>Your driver gets in and you man the LRAD
All this energy calling me, back where it comes from!
It’s such a crude attitude, it’s back where it belongs!
>You point it away from the civilians and towards the fuzzies
All the little kids growing up on the skids
Go Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>They start to back away and fall under the noise
Jumpin Jene Jene and Movin’ James Dean
Go Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>The fuzzies look honestly terrified, if only because their eyelids are pushed back
Mama knows, but she don’t care, she’s got her worries too
Seven kids, and a phony affair, and the rent is due!
>They start to back up, but your driver is good, and cuts them off
All the little chicks with the crimson lips
Go Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>He runs a few of the ones who have ventured further out over
Livin’ in sin with a safety pin
Go Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>They are now in a tight herd
I got some records from World War II
I play them just like me granddad do
He was a rocker and I am too
>The driver keeps a tight circle
Go Cle-e-eveland Rocks!  Yeah Cle-e-eveland Rocks!
>He speeds up at the appropriate times
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>Minimizing the civilian exposure
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>They have their fluffies huddled in, safe from the sound waves
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>You know that this is your personal copy
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>So you’ll have to provide the last bit
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>The fuzzies' eyes are starting to melt
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>Your driver puts you between the herd and the civilians
Cleveland Rocks!  Cleveland Rocks!
>You crank up the LRAD mic to maximum power
Cleveland Rocks!
>”OHIO!”
>The herd of white fluffies explodes
>Their blood splashing the infield
>The echos of your final shout ring throughout the city
>Amplified by the ballpark acoustics
>You breathe heavily
>Eventually, you recognize the blare of feedback and switch the LRAD off
>You hop down
>Immediately, you are swarmed by civilians and their fluffies
>You’ve never been so happy to see the colorful fluffballs
>You hear the choppers approach
>It has been a good day

>When they land, though, it’s not as happy a moment
>”There’s a situation!  Get onto the choppers immediately!”
>You ensure the civilians get in and are safe
>You make sure your unit is intact
>You head to the LRAD to get it to the CH-47
>An officer yells, “Leave it, Carey!  There’s no time!”
>You rush up and hold on
>The helicopter takes off as soon as you’ve got a foot in
>You watch out the rear window as you make your way over Lake Erie
>There is a spark from Spaghetti Land
>Like a giant static shock
>The city erupts into flames
>Spaghetti Land blows a mile high
>Various explosions decimate the city
>You wince as you think of the live ordinance left behind at forward command
>In the distance, a huge fireball erupts from the Perry Nuclear Plant
>The resulting explosions level the city
>The waters of Lake Erie wash into the city streets
>You watch as your city burns
>You watch as multicolored corpses rise with the waters
>You watch as Cleveland, and all the fluffy ponies therein, drown