Fallout Equestria: Psychosis

Jim was on a skyscraper. Everything was normal. The rain was falling sideways, the cars were floating in the air, and the sky was a brilliant shade of hot pink that compeimented the acid greens and stygian blacks of the city perfectly. Little clouds that looked like helicopters and space ships zoomed over and under things. A band was playing, their instruments making sounds like cats and dogs. The drummer caught a glimpse of Jim, and smiled as snakes crawled out of his ears and did the Cupid Shuffle, despite their lack of limbs.

He pulled out a lighter and stuck it to his mouth, igniting the end of it with a cigarette with a flame appearing from his thumb. Cops and robbers lept on frog legs over sheets of aerogel. Bullets the size of tanks fired rifles at each other, their impacts causing massive implosions. One of the pyramidal arcologies ubiquitous to the Sprawl started rising into the air, metallic legs springing from the base and overly muscular arms appearing from the sides.

Just then a massive S-shaped dragon with pencil-thin legs, tiny bat wings, two button eyes, a massive V-shaped unibrow and one massive muscular arm appeared. It did battle with the robot arcology.

A luchadore appeared, riding on an oversized cat. He was typing on a haptic computer, despite his boxing gloves.

“How do you type with boxing gloves on?” Jim asked.

“THESE ARE MY HANDS!”

Then the luchadore disappeared, replaced by a winged serpent that looked like some Doctor Frankenstein had glued parts from every mythological creature in the book together and called it perfect. No bilateral symmetry, oddly enough.

“Oh, I’m in one of thosedreams a- Is that my older brother?” the serpent said, pointing to the dragon with the muscular arm.

“TROOOOOGGGGGDOOOOOOOOORRR!”

And then the world was burninated.