Sweet Celestia what have I done?

You, a pony named Sexy-Flank, whose cutie mark is Jesus and Chuck Norris lighting the devil on fire with his own testicles, wake up in the middle of this town. You are helped by the mane six, they then brief you that the world (and universe) are being invaded by a bunch of Uber-Nazis being led by the tap dancing Justan Beaver, who rides the flaming Rebboca Blackasaurus. With the assistance of some side characters ( Doctor Whooves, Ditzy Doo/Derpy Hooves, Big Macintosh, Etc. ) You, armed with a pewpew gun, Angreh Bird grenades, a lulzsaber, and of course, your trusty leather belt must save us all! Oh, and your cyborg adult mutant ninja turd armed with a mini gun that shoots out rage faces and eats flaming whales from the sun in order to gain interdimensional travel also helps as well.

Author's Note: This really isn't normal to me. I'm just feeling kinda…like it. I would read this for plain randomness, but if your more serious, read my other fic, 'The will of a single pony'