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- Rebels in Equestria 3 - REDUX
- > You felt the shock wave from the explosion.
- > The sheer force from the blast felt like it was shattering every bone in your body.
- > You witnessed the fiery explosion claim the lives of others just as it began to claim yours.
- > For just a split second you felt it all.
- > The sorrow and joy.
- > The regrets.
- > And above all, the pain.
- > Both physically and mentally, you suffered.
- > A pain so unbearable, it made you yearn for death.
- > It was just a split second before your inevitable death.
- > An event that at this point, seemed farther away than your childhood.
- > You felt regret for your actions.
- > Remorse for your decisions
- > And sorrow for your loved ones.
- > For your journey ends here.
- > You become nothing more than a casualty.
- > An insignificant loss.
- > A statistic.
- > Despite your best efforts, you couldn't hide your true emotions.
- > You've served your time in hell.
- > And this was your ticket out.
- > The blast takes it's toll and extinguishes your life.
- > You were free.
- > Finally.
- > But what of the others?
- > What of the hundreds of people who were stuck in this hell ridden place that they once knew as their home?
- > Regret fills your very soul.
- > You get this unshakeable feeling that you've abandoned them.
- > Could you have done more?
- > Could there have been another way?
- …
- >Maybe.
- > But you'll never know for sure.
- > At this point, you're nothing more than a lost soul wandering in limbo.
- > What else is there for you?
- > Religion never was a factor in your decisions.
- > But is there really a god?
- > Does he truly reside in heaven, judging your every action?
- > What did he think of you?
- > Will he grace your noble efforts?
- > Will you live out the rest of your time in paradise?
- > Or will he deem you unfit for such privileges.
- > Doomed to spend the rest of eternity burning in the fires of hell.
- > There's enough blood on your hands for it to very be so.
- > It's surreal.
- > To wander in limbo is the only equivalent of having all your senses striped from you
- > You're left with nothing but your very soul as you wander the impenetrable darkness.
- > This is what death must be like.
- > Truly it is an unreal state.
- > You wander limbo without any senses to guide you.
- > Death; it's a strange place.
- > A place where you don't exist.
- > Yet a place where you can truly find yourself.
- > Left with nothing but your thoughts and your very soul.
- > [spoiler] It's maddening. [/spoiler]
- > As you wander in the infinite abyss that is limbo, you recollect on yourself.
- > Carefully analyzing and questioning every decision you've ever made.
- > Over the course of the war, you've committed horrible atrocities.
- > Acts of inhumanity fueled by hate and vengeance
- > You've done things you'd never imagine yourself doing to another living being.
- > Eleven months.
- > Eleven months is all it took for your life to end.
- > In that short amount of time, you've seen enough death and suffering to last you a lifetime, and then some.
- > Some of it was of your own hand.
- > But all that bloodshed.
- > Did it really accomplish anything?
- > Was fighting really the best option?
- > Could you have done anything else?
- > You weren't a member of the military, nor a simple civilian.
- > No. You were part of something different.
- > Something bigger than yourself.
- > An underground resistance. A rebellion. A rag tag group of freedom fighters.
- > With your fellow country men you “fought” day in and day out for the name of freedom.
- > With nothing but the pathetic hope that your life would one day return to how it once was.
- > Praying for a swift end to the war that has claimed so much.
- > Praying for the day that your children may once again live life without the fear of oppression.
- > You fought each night in hopes that you could witness a new day.
- > A new beginning.
- > You chased a dream that you knew you would never come true.
- > You even payed the ultimate sacrifice in the name of that day.
- > A day you wouldn't live to see.
- …
- > No..
- > It's not fair!
- > Why'd those Stovie bastards have to show up!
- > Those fuckers!
- > They stole everything from you!
- > They destroyed your home!
- > They stole your friends and killed your family!
- > They even cost you your very life!
- > This isn't what you wanted from life.
- > It's not what you can accomplish.
- > It's just not fair..
- > You didn't want to have to join a resistance!
- > You didn't want to a war!
- > This isn't it!
- > This wasn't how it was supposed to be!
- > You have nothing.
- > Nothing to look forward to.
- > Nothing to go back to.
- > There is no hope back there.
- > No.
- > Not on Emmeria.
- > Not on that dammned place.
- > This isn't what you want.
- > You don't want to go back.
- > You don't want to start over!
- “I just want... another chance.”
- …
- > Slowly but surely you feel your pulse start back up.
- > It's slow and labored rhythm is absolutely captivating.
- > Your heart jump starts itself back up, and with it, a new beginning.
- > One by one, your senses return to you.
- > Birds.
- > You can hear the songs of birds all aorund you.
- > The sounds rushing water fills your ears.
- > There must be a stream nearby!
- > Light then floods your eyes.
- > Blinding white light clouds your vision.
- > With time, your eyes adjust to the light.
- > Color fills your vision once more.
- > Bright blue skies and beautiful white clouds are in sight.
- > A cool breeze brushes against your skin.
- > It's a refreshing sensation that sends a shiver down your spine and leaves your hairs on end.
- > You can feel the soft grass underneath you.
- > The long blades of grass itch against your neck.
- > With the slight breeze, it carries the scent of a cool autumn day.
- > Fallen leaves gust around and hit against you.
- > You lie on the ground motionless as you take in this scene.
- > Focusing your newly regained senses as much as you can.
- > Listening for even the smallest indicator...
- …
- > You wait..
- > And listen.
- > But..
- > Nothing.
- > No gunshots.
- > No explosions.
- > No screaming.
- > But most importantly, [spoiler] no war. [/spoiler]
- > Is this heaven?
- > You sit yourself up and check the area.
- > You've awoken smack dab in the middle of a forest clearing.
- > A cool breeze sways the tall greeze with grace.
- > The forest is bright with golden leaves.
- > Autumn is in full swing here.
- > You scan yourself for any wounds or other ailments.
- > But amazingly you can't find anything.
- > The wound on your leg, along with the rest of your body are completely healed.
- > Deep scars are still left as a testament.
- > Almost by second nature you scan your surroundings once more.
- > Checking along the treetops and bush lines.
- > But there's no sign of anyone else here.
- > With that small sense of security, you relax your guard.
- > A slight glimmer nearby catches your eye.
- > It's shine is hidden within the dancing blades of grass.
- > It captivates you and draws your attention.
- > Pushing yourself off the ground, you make your way towards it.
- > You try to make your way to the light, but find it difficult to move about.
- > Every muscle in your body ache's in pain.
- > All your senses feel like they've been over loaded.
- > One of your legs cramp up, and you fall face first onto the ground.
- “F-Fuuuuck!”
- > Your voice is sore and dry.
- > It's coarse sounds carry echo throughout the forest.
- > You cough up a mix of phlegm and blood.
- > The vocal chords in your throat feel like their on fire!
- > Any attempts to speak only lead to a slight wheeze.
- > You've thrown out your voice.
- > Despite all of this, you push onwards, your curiosity getting the best of you.
- > You do your best to crawl towards your destination, ignoring the aches as best as you can.
- > Clearing the tall grass out of the way you find the source of the shine.
- > It was the polished finish of your revolver that caught the bright sun.
- > It, along with the rest of your gear, was neatly layed out in front of you.
- > Right now isn't the best time to question this.
- > Without further hesitation you delve into your equipment.
- > There are several bags and satchels strewn about.
- > Digging inside you find all of your old weapons and munitions.
- > All of them fully loaded and ready to go.
- > Within the other satchels, you produce various explosives and other tools.
- > You don as much gear as you can, tossing the rest into a rucksack.
- > You equip the automatic rifle and sling the other over your back.
- > By now, your cramps have subsided.
- > You take in your surroundings one last time.
- > Desperately trying to piece together today's events so far.
- > …
- > Where are you?
- > Are you dead?
- > How did you get here?
- > What of the others?
- > You pull your radio from it's holster and flick it on to one of the emergency channels.
- > You hold it close to your ears, expecting to hear the voices of your comrades.
- > …
- > But you're met with nothing but silence.
- “Hello?!” you shout. Your voice cracking at it's peak.
- > …
- “Wolverine Squadron!”
- > …
- “Wolverine Squadron!? Respond! Please respond!”
- > …
- > Your anxiety grows.
- > Flipping through the other channels yields similar results.
- > Nothing but silence.
- > Tch.
- > It must be the reception.
- > A radio signal can only travel so far.
- > And the interference from this dense forest makes it near impossible for it to travel farther than a few hundred yards.
- > Maybe you're not alone here.
- > You probably just need a better reception.
- > A high vantage point to broadcast from.
- > You scan the horizon.
- > Tch.
- > While the treeline may be beautiful, it's nuisance at this point.
- > The only land mark you can make out is the silhouette of a small maintain.
- > It doesn't seem too far off into the horizon.
- > Probably a couple miles or so.
- > You juggle your options in your mind and recap the situation in your mind.
- > Despite having died in a terrible “accident”, you've awoken up to see a new day.
- > You're surrounded by what seems like miles of forest in every direction.
- > You don't know who or what is out there.
- > You'd like to sit it out and wait for help.
- > But it's still unclear whether you're alone here or not.
- > To wait here would be foolish.
- > It seems the only course of action is to press onwards.
- > Before you set out, you take a moment to adjust your equipment.
- > You had been dressed for nocturnal urban environments.
- > While they were effective on the streets of Tarvo City, your dark gray outfit offered little use in the autumn woods.
- > You find your way to a nearby brook.
- > The cool water feels invigorating.
- > You grab some mud that was collecting at the bottom of the waterbed, smearing it across your skin and clothing.
- > The thick mud leaves your clothes a dirty brown, giving some extra against the trees.
- > With your weapons and gear in tow, you finally set out.
- > You use the brook as your guide, following it upstream towards the mountain.
- > With every step, you can hear leaves crunch underneath the soles of your boots.
- > The forest is thick with various flora and fauna.
- > As you travel, you can point out several small critters and birds.
- > All of them scurry away at the sight of you.
- “Heh.” something you've become all to familiar with.
- > Months of living with the resistance has changed you.
- > The constant work and movement has kept you in top physical form.
- > You cut through the dense forest with speed and grace.
- > The constant blur of golden leaves becomes monotonous.
- > Your mind begins to wander as you travel.
- > What really happened?
- > Why are you alive right now?
- > Is this the after life?
- > Could this really be heaven?
- > Or is this just some cruel joke played by a mischievous god?
- > Where is everyone else?
- > Have they arrived in this remote land as well?
- > Is it possible that they've already regrouped?
- > Tch.
- > Knowing those guys, they've probably already started another war here.
- > All of which ultimately reminds you...
- > How are things going back in Emmeria?
- > Was the operation successful?
- > Where the Estovakians finally driven out of your home?
- > Has peace finally graced your home?
- > You hope for nothing but a complete victory.
- > Continuing forward, you maintain a cool and collective attitude.
- > Doing your best to cast aside any notions of doubt or anxiety.
- > As you travel farther upstream, the bush thickens, hindering your progress.
- > The thick tree canopy barely allows any sunlight to pierce the forest floor.
- > The setting sun only makes matters even worse.
- > Any sane person would call it quits at this point.
- > But you've been through worse.
- > Instead, you take a moment to rest.
- > A large rock plastered on the stream's bank catches your attention.
- > You take a seat and relax for just a moment.
- > Cupping your hands you take a drink from the stream.
- > The water tastes pure and refreshes your very soul.
- > This water is a godsend compared to the filtered sewer water you had to live with.
- > You let out a hearty laugh.
- > Never once did you imagine yourself having to rely on the sewers for shelter and substance.
- > As the sun is begins to set; light becomes scarce.
- > The night's first stars begin to peek through the twilight sky.
- > You activate the flashlight on your rifle's end.
- > It's bright light is nearly blinding in the darkness.
- > But you're not satisfied with just a simple flashlight.
- > Digging through your bag you produce a small glow stick.
- > You snap it and shake it vigorously.
- > It's green chemical glow fascinates you even as an adult.
- > You tie one around around your neck and keep digging through your bag.
- > At the very bottom of your bag, you find a small chocolate bar.
- > You smirk in delight.
- > You've been saving this for a rainy day, but what better time than now?
- > The chocolate is absolutely delicious, and you savor every bite as if it were your last.
- > Because in all reality, this silence is nerve racking.
- > You've grown accustomed to the constant hardships of a war ridden nation.
- > Day in and day out, you grew accustomed to the constant beat of gunfire.
- > Much to your dismay, this silence is broken.
- > Of in the distance, you hear leaves rustling in the bush.
- > Without an ounce of hesitation you ready your rifle.
- > You aim your rifle towards the tree line.
- “Don't try anything! I'm armed! Come out! Nice and slow!” you shout
- > But despite your warnings, the sounds move.
- > You can hear twigs snapping and tree's being displaced as it circles around you.
- “Don't fucking test me! I'll blow your fucking head off! I mean it!”
- > You follow the sounds with your rifle.
- > They circle around you once more before stopping at the bush nearest to you.
- > The bright flashlight does little to penetrate the thick tree line.
- > But within the impenetrable darkness the flashlight catches the reflection of a pair of eyes.
- “Y-You motherfucker! Get out here!”
- > It's then when you hear a low growl.
- > It's an eerie sound that sends chills down your spine.
- > You recognize it as non other than a lion's growl.
- > The rifle's light dances as you struggle to keep the weapon steady.
- > Your mind races with questions.
- > But before you have a chance to lull them over, the beast comes into view.
- > It slowly steps out of the tree line and into your sights.
- “W-What the f-fuck...” you mutter.
- > You gaze onto the beast that stands before you.
- > What seems like a horrible cross over between a lion and several other creatures.
- > Dumbstruck, you stand motionless before what stands before you.
- > He raises his scorpion tail up high/
- > The thick stench of it's poison fills the air.
- > It slowly steps forward, bearing it's fangs.
- “No...No...No!...No! No! No!” you yell.
- > Your disbelief transforms into anger.
- > That...that thing!
- > It's not real!
- > It can't be!
- > No!
- > It's fucking impossible!
- > It's just a bunch of shit!
- > It steps forward once more and lets forth a proud roar.
- > A cry that is absolutely deafening, and could be heard for miles.
- > But you've had enough of this bullshit.
- > You release the safety and pull the trigger.
- > RATATATATATATATATA!
- > Heavy chugging of your rifle is almost as loud as the bastards roar.
- > You disregard any previous notions of proper marksmanship and spray bullets in that general direction.
- > With a steady grip you manage the rifle's recoil as best as you can.
- > Poor bastard never knew what hit him.
- > CLICK.
- > The rifle snaps back as you empty the magazine.
- > Before you, the beast lies slumped over the ground.
- > His body is covered in wounds as he slumps in a pool of his own blood.
- > The scorpion tail still twitches with life.
- > You take one last look at the beast before you snap with anger.
- “No!” you shout in disbelief
- > Your voice thick and commanding.
- > You stumble over to the beast, kicking it as hard as you can.
- “You! You motherfucker! No! No!”
- > With your side arm you end his suffering.
- > You kick the lifeless corpse.
- > This beast.
- > This thing.
- > It's a very damnation of god's natural laws.
- > What worries you is the fact that you've awoken in a land that harbor's such a beast.
- > This must be the land of the damned.
- > The place of reckoning.
- > A land where the very laws set forth by nature no longer apply.
- > A place where logic doesn't exist.
- > A land inhabited by mythical beings all ready to kill.
- > Worst of all, you have no idea what lurks beyond the next corner.
- > Other than a few arms here and there, you have little to defend yourself against the unknown.
- > Your ear catches a low hissing sound.
- > Almost as if something was wheezing and having trouble breathing.
- > The sound, just barely in ear shot, is coming from the far corner of the clearing.
- > Without hesitation, you reload your weapon and fire into the direction of the sounds.
- > Picking up your things as quickly as you can, you sprint back up the stream.
- > With your adrenaline pumping, you pick up the pace and truck through the forest.
- > Occasionally you turn around just to check if anything was following you.
- > And at any hunch of another presence, you fire you fire your rifle into the darkness, hoping to kill whatever lies in wait.
- > You arrive at the foot of the mountain.
- > With all your gear in tow, the ascent becomes difficult, but is feasible none the less.
- > The air becomes cold, and winds start to howl.
- > Luckily, your side of the mountain is a smooth ascent.
- > No jagged cliffs here.
- > Your exposed skin starts to burn with each passing moment.
- > So much so that your lose feeling in your hands.
- > But you continue on so, finally reaching the summit.
- > You turn around, rifle in hand, to ensure you hadn't been followed.
- > Frantically, you aim your rifle back and forth.
- …
- > But much to your relief, you're alone.
- > You glance around at the summit.
- > A small natural springs pumps outs a steady stream of water.
- > Several small tree and bushes gather about the source.
- > The view up here is amazing.
- > And you take a moment to take it all in.
- > The surrounding forest stretches for miles in every direction.
- > And just before the horizon, you can make out the forest's edge.
- > Giving way to rolling country sides.
- > The land here is raw and untamed.
- > You are as far from home as you could ever be.
- > You find the highest point on the summit and take a seat on the rocky ground.
- > You produce your radio.
- “Wolverine Squadron!”
- > …
- > ...
- > ...
- “Wolverine Squadron! Respond!”
- > …
- > …
- > …
- “Respond! Please respond!”
- > …
- > …
- > …
- “Wolverine Squadron?! Phoenix Squadron?! Anyone! Respond! Please respond!”
- > …
- > You try. And try. And try.
- > But each call for help only brings about nothing but silence.
- > Tears well up in your eyes as you bury your head in your hands.
- > Ultimately falling into hysterics.
- > The radio didn't work.
- > Your only idea was a failure.
- > You're stuck here.
- > Alone.
- …
- > You lull it all over in your mind.
- > You've been through hell and back.
- > Awoke in a god forsaken forest with little to no supplies.
- > And no one at your side.
- > …
- > But that doesn't mean it has to end here.
- > There has to be a reason you're here.
- > Right?
- > You've broken the very laws of the natural order.
- > You shouldn't be alive right now.
- > It's strange.
- > You're stuck in a place where you non-existent entity.
- > Your mind struggles to maintain itself.
- > Constantly replaying the last moments on the bridge to itself.
- > The moment you detonated the bombs.
- > The instant you ceased to exist.
- > The moment you killed yourself.
- > And the moment you killed everyone else?
- > Why aren't they here?
- > Why aren't they here with you?
- > Are you truly alone right now?
- > Is all this even real?
- > This mountain.
- > This forest.
- > You.
- > Everyone and everything here.
- > Is it all real?
- > Or is it all just a hallucination?
- > Maybe this is all a dream.
- > Maybe this is just hell.
- > Yeah.
- > That's gotta be it.
- > There's no point.
- > You produce your pistol.
- > And you feel it's hefty weight.
- > It's polished finish shines in the moonlight.
- > It feels as real, just as everything else does.
- > You put the pistol to your head.
- > The metal barrel prodding against your temple.
- > Tears flowing from your eyes.
- > Your breathing becomes labored.
- > You grit your teeth.
- [spoiler] You can't do it. [/spoiler]
- > Your hands tremble.
- > You feel light headed as you fall to your knees.
- > Nausea overcomes you and you vomit all over the ground.
- Have you lost your mind?
- [spoiler] No. [/spoiler]
- [spoiler] Not yet. [/spoiler]
- > It may or not be real, but whatever this is...
- > But this is it.
- > It's what you've wanted.
- > Your second chance.
- > You pick yourself up from the puddle of bile.
- > The cold night air pecking at your face.
- > You gather firewood.
- > And with what little you could find, you made a small fire.
- > It barely provides any warmth.
- > But it's enough.
- > If just to keep you company.
- > You dig trough your bag once more.
- > Getting a good feeling for your inventory of items.
- > During the war, you kept a large backpack with you at all times.
- > You never slept in the same place twice, so it was best to keep everything with you at all times.
- > Among your war supplies, you kept some of your closest momentos.
- > Things like photos, books and journals.
- > As you dig deeper and deeper, you produce an old gameboy in your hands.
- > You let out a soft chuckle.
- > The old gray and green device is absolutely dwarfed by your clammy grip.
- > You find your copy of Tetris, and boot it up.
- > And much to your surprise, the familiar “NINTENDO” logo still appears on screen.
- > The 8-bit music starts playing once more.
- > You tear up.
- > It's nostalgic.
- > And reminiscent almost like meeting an old friend.
- > Using the moon and firelight, you burn through the game once more.
- > Piling brinks with ease.
- > During the war, there was little time for comfort.
- > But this was one of the few escapes from reality.
- > A glimpse of your childhood before you.
- > To reject your own world, and delve into another.
- > It was beautiful.
- > You enjoy your time with the game.
- > Cherishing each moment spent.
- > …
- > As the night drags out you gather as much as much firewood availble at the clearing.
- > It's small golden flames danced with the howling winds.
- > But the small branches and twigs could only last for so long.
- > Your turned off your game when your fire went out.
- > Leaving you only with the black night.
- > You gaze up into it.
- > The stars are beautiful.
- > And the moon looks especially marvelous this night.
- …
- > Leo.
- > You were born under the zodiac Leo.
- > You scour the skies for the constellation.
- > …
- > But you can't find it.
- > You can't find anything for that matter.
- > No Big Dipper
- > No North Star.
- > Nothing.
- > You produce a pack of cigarettes and your Zippo lighter.
- > You light the cigarette.
- > Savoring it's smooth flavor.
- “Tch. It's been too long.”
- > No later than you finish your cigarette, you hear a motion in the darkness.
- > The low hissing noise is back.
- > It sounds like it's coming from all directions.
- > Without so much as a second thought you pull up your rifle and begin firing.
- > This time, you fire in small controlled bursts.
- > You flick the flashlight on and aim down the sights, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever is out there.
- > Quickly jolting your rifle back and forth with each sound.
- > But they're fast.
- > And whatever is out there escapes your light.
- > It's unsettling.
- > You empty the magazine and load a new one.
- > You can hear it's movements.
- > Whatever is is hiding behind the shadows is not alone.
- > There's probably two or three circling about.
- > And they seem to be getting closer.
- > You run through your second magazine in a matter of seconds.
- > This time, you dig through your bag, hoping to find more ammo.
- > But instead, you find something else.
- > A flare gun.
- > Yes!
- > Perfect!
- > You ready the gun and aim for the sky.
- > Shutting your eyes tight as you fire it into the sky.
- > It takes a moment for the white phosphorus to kick in, but when it does, it provides a small amount of light.
- > Enough so for you to be able to see around you.
- > There, you can see silhouettes in the distance.
- > You pull up your rifle and take aim.
- > This time spraying at the target.
- > RATATATATATATA!
- > CLICK!
- > You reload your weapon once more and continue firing.
- > RATATATATATATA-
- > Beyond the gunfire, you hear a howling scream.
- > And the silhouette falls to the ground.
- > It yells out in pain.
- > Screeching in a loud coarse voice.
- > The other silhouettes call out from the darkness in response.
- > You pull your gun up to the others and fire.
- > RATATATATA!
- > CLICK!
- > You listen out for any signs of hitting your mark.
- > But you get nothing.
- > The flare finally extinguishes itself in air.
- > You sling your rifle and pull out the flare gun once more.
- > You can hear the others strafe you and move towards the downed target.
- > All of them screeching at the top of their lungs.
- > It's a horrible sound that is sure to stay with you.
- > You start running towards them.
- > Moving toward the downed target, you reload the flare gun.
- > But you're not fast enough.
- > It takes a few precious seconds to re-fire the gun.
- > And even longer for the flare to ignite within the night sky.
- > And when it does, you arrive at where the target fell.
- > All that remains is a dark pool of blood.
- > You can see the tracks left by the beings as they dragged their comrade away.
- > You aim the rifle down the mountain.
- > Just barely, you can spot the beings crawling down the forest at break neck speeds.
- > Their wounded comrade in tow.
- > Fuck.
- > They got away.
- > You contemplate running after them.
- > But you note their tracks lead back down the mountain and into the forest.
- > To venture in there would surely be suicide.
- > An option you're not willing to take.
- > Your white flare burns overhead for a few more moments.
- > It slowly parachutes down the mountain side before burning out.
- > Scanning the hilltops you aim for movement.
- > But you come up with nothing.
- > Content, you turn around and start to head back towards your camp site.
- > Those things.
- > They were terrifying.
- > And the way they called out to each other.
- > It was wild.
- > Primitive.
- > Feral.
- > You begin to analyze their pattern of attack.
- > Checking the various footprints in the ground.
- > When suddenly, you see it.
- > You see a bright purple light glowing within the forest.
- “What the fuck?” you mutter.
- > The purple light begins to glow brighter and brighter.
- > When suddenly a small purple light shoots up from the thick tree line.
- > It shoots up into the night sky and floats back down.
- > It slowly extinguishes itself before another is shot up into the night sky again.
- > Its...
- > It's a flare!
- > You react quickly and fire another white flare into the sky.
- > This time, angling it towards the source of the purple flare.
- > Your flare lights up the night sky.
- > And another purple one is fired up in response.
- > It's someone.
- > Someone has found you.
- > It's a search party!
- > Probably your squad!
- > They must have gotten your SOS calls.
- > Finally, you're going to be out of this hellish nightmare.
- > Without so much as a second thought, you
- > You gather your things and makes your way towards the flares.
- > The thought of finding your old comrades brings tears to your eyes.
- > What you wouldn't give to hear the coarse voices of your comrades.
- > Maybe if you're lucky, they'll have some cigars at the ready.
- > Slowly, but surely, you descent down the mountain, firing a steady stream of flares.
- > With your rifle at hand, you trek into the forest once more.
- > In the distance you spot a faint purple light.
- > You turn your flashlight to strobe and trek towards the light.
- “Hey! Hey! Over here!” you shout.
- > You inch your way towards the search party.
- > In the distance, you hear some voices.
- > It's a welcome contrast to the gargled growls you've heard all day.
- “Yo! Mac! Team! Over here! I'm over here!” pressing through the bush you make your way towards the others.
- > Finally, the you come face to face with the search party.
- “W-What...” you mutter.
- > Before you stands six small horses.
- > They're about the height of your waist.
- > Each one of them has an oddly colored coat.
- “No...No...No...”
- > The small horses, ponies, just stare at you.
- > They're unlike anything you've ever seen before.
- > Their manes look like they've been styled.
- > They carry saddle bags.
- > And they've also got small markings along their hind flanks.
- > One of the first things you notice is the fact that they're all wearing some form of jewelry.
- > Each one of them is a golden necklace with a jewel encrusted in the center.
- > All of them, with the exception of a purple pony, who dons a tiara on it's head.
- > Upon further inspection, you realize the purple and white ponies have horns upon their heads.
- > The yellow and cyan ponies are also sporting a pair of wings.
- > Unicorns and pegasi.
- “W-w-what the fuck.”
- > You pull up your rifle.
- > All of you remain in a stand still.
- > Somehow, you can see it in their eyes as well.
- > You can see the same emotions in their eyes.
- > Disbelief, doubt, curiosity, and above all: Fear.
- > You lock in eye contact with the purple pony for what seems like an eternity.
- > It's studying you.
- > You can feel it's eyes prod all over you.
- > It's maddening.
- > The purple pony takes a step towards you.
- > You take a step back
- “Woah woah woah!” you shout.
- > It takes maintains eye contact, and gives you a deadpan stare.
- > It takes another step forward before speaking in a foreign language.
- >...
- > Wait...
- > Did it just talk?
- > Did that fucking horse just talk?
- > You stagger back as it moves closer.
- > It carries a soft female voice.
- “Heyheyhey! Stay back! Stay back!” you shout.
- > You're not taking any chance with these things.
- > But it doesn't let up.
- > Instead, it begins to trot forward.
- “No! No! Get away! Get the fuck away!!”
- > The purple pony turns to speak with the rest of them.
- > They all nod before turning to you.
- > In the corner of your eye, you watch as the orange pony pulls out a rope from it's saddle bag.
- > The purple one starts to yell something out.
- > Suddenly, the purple one's horn begins to glow a bright purple.
- > The same color as the flares.
- > The rope is enveloped in a bright aura as it is levitated into the air.
- “W-What the fuck...No. No! No!”
- > You pull your rifle up and fire a barrage of rounds into the sky.
- > They all flinch.
- > The aura diminishes.
- > You start to step back.
- > Not turning your back on them.
- > The purple one quickly regains it's composure.
- > Quickly it starts it's horn once more. This time, it pulls out a book from her saddlebag and levitates it in front of her.
- > She begins to step forward.
- > Her horn starts to glow a bright purple.
- > The two pegasi start to take flight.
- > They all start to circle you.
- > No.
- > You've been fed up with the bullshit.
- > You pull your rifle up and sprint towards the purple pony.
- > Using your bayonet as a spear, you ram towards her, with nothing less than the full intention of killing her.
- > CLANK!
- “W-What?!” you shout
- > Your bayonet collides with a wall made of purple aura.
- > The purple pony has a purple force field around you.
- > The sheer force of the impact makes you stagger back for a few moments.
- > But you're quick.
- > You pull the rifle up to your sights and let loose.
- > Spraying a flurry of bullets at the purple horse.
- > That force field she deflects your bullets.
- > You watch in horror as they ricochet of her sheild and into the forest nearby.
- > The other ponies flinch as the bullets ricochet near them.
- > Just then, the orange pony grabs the rope.
- > She starts forms it into a lasso and throws it towards you.
- > You try shift your aim towards her.
- > But it's too late.
- > The rope ties around your the barrel of your weapon.
- > You fire it off again, but it's no use.
- > She yanks the damned thing right out of your hands.
- > Fuck!
- > They start to circle you.
- > You sprint towards the orange horse and tackle her to the ground.
- > The both of you hit the ground with a loud THUD.
- > The orange horse tries to punch and kick you.
- > But it's no use.
- > You easily over power her.
- > After a bit of struggling, you position yourself on top of the orange horse.
- > You pull your arm back to land a punch
- > But it's on use.
- > In those crucial moments, the cyan pony takes flight.
- > She picks up speed and dives right into you.
- > The wind is knocked out of you as she makes contact.
- > She knocks you to the ground before regaining her stance.
- > You can see a coy smirk on her face and she returns to land.
- > The ponies all begin talking amongst themselves.
- > If you had to guess, they were probably coordinating their attacks.
- > The assault rifle is only a few feet away from you.
- > This is your chance.
- > You make a dive for it.
- > But at the last moment, it is enveloped in a blue aura as it's dragged just out of your reach.
- > The rifle is carried back to the white pony, the source of the blue aura.
- > You regain your composure.
- > You are completely surrounded by all of them.
- > You've reached a stand off.
- > The purple one starts to shout at you.
- > Probably telling you off.
- > You reach for your pistol.
- > The orange pony throws her lasso towards you, and grabs you by the hand.
- > The white one uses her horn and grabs your other hand.
- > They pull in opposite directions, leaving you completely defenseless.
- “No! Y-You fuckers! W-Who the fuck do you think you are Let me go!”
- > You thrash about.
- > As they near you, you flail your legs.
- > You kick up dirt.
- “I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you! Let me go! Leave me alone! I didn't do shit!”
- > You stared at them all.
- > The looks of fear still lingered in their eyes, just as they did in yours.
- > The purple one smirks as she circles around you.
- > She speaks to her friends before turning to you.
- “Y-You! Assholes! Let me go! Please! Let me go!”
- > But they ignore your cries.
- > Instead, they begin to go through your belongings
- > They ravage through your bag.
- > Pulling out your precious mementos.
- “H-Hey! Leave that shit alone! You hear me!? Drop it! Drop it! Now!”
- > Finally, the purple pony turns her attention to you.
- > She speaks to you in a soft tone.
- > She pulls your rifle up to your face, waving it about.
- > She continues to speak to you. Her tone of voice carries confusion.
- > Her horn starts to glow a deep purple.
- “P-Please! Let me go! I-I don't wanna go! Not like this! No!”
- > You watch as the purple pony shoots a bolt of aura at you.
- > As it engulfs you, you begin to lose strength.
- > As if the very life is being sucked out of your body.
- > Soon enough you start to lose your vision and hearing.
- > The ponies' voices start to get muffled out.
- > And soon, everything turns to black as they fade out.
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