In Soviet Ponyssia...

Lighter in hand, you set alfame the rag that will stoke the fires of revolution. You walk up to the entrance and stand there in silence. The mob behind you sits in suspense as they wait for your next move.

You sigh and draw in a deep breath as your heart begins to race. You kick in the door and expose a group of police eating breakfast. They all stare at you in silence while you hold that flaming bottle in you hand. You launch the bottle towards the table where they're sitting and it explodes on the tabletop, covering them in liquid fire. They scream and squeal like the rats they are as they blindly run back an forth around the room.

You shout at the mob to burn it down as you run back to regroup. The sky quickly fills with tailing flames that fly towards the armory. Bottles fly through windows and shatter on the outer wall while they bathe the building in fire. Flames explode out of windows along with men throwing themselves out and into the air. Their flaming corpses hit the ground and sound off with *thuds* and *splats*, then lie there and burn.

As you and your mob stand there, in the street, watching this beautiful sight you look off to the right and at the very end of the street you can see a small brick structure that is your building. Behind the front wall, amongst the other rooms, is your room. Maybe Shy can see this from the window... I hope she's still ok up there. You feel the grip of a hand on your shoulder and you turn to meet that man who gathered the bottles with his group. You notice his missing left eye and the hole in his head just presented itself, like an obvious cave in a hillside.

"This is a beautiful sight my friend." he says like he's been waiting for this his whole life.

"It is. This wouldn't have been possible without you and the rest of the workers though." you reassure him.

"Yes, but we are not stopping here are we?"

"Not even close comrade. I need to go home and check on something though. You should all go and gather supplies, weapons, whatever might be necessary to fuel our cause."

"Ok, but do not forget these." he says while handing you the guns you had left on the ground when you started the burning of the armory.

You only take one.

"I only need one, you could better use one than I could use two."

And with that he thanks you and turns to the men and gives directions to smaller armories, that only hold weaponry, and factories that need "Liberating."

You are running home when the group disperses and you keep thinking to yourself. "I hope she's ok. I hope she's ok."

You charge through the swinging door, run up the stairs, and come to your hallway. Your heart sinks when you see your door wide open. Just as you begin to walk towards the door you hear rapid gunfire snaps and see an officer fall out of the doorway and onto the concrete floor.

"Helllp mmme...." he rasps his voice while reaching out to you.

You step over his body and walk inside to find Fluttershy holding the gun you left her. Smoke is coming out of the barrel and the look on her face puts a little fear into you because you've never seen her angry before.

"Shy? What happend?" you say cautiously.

"Look around." she says with grit in her voice as she points to the ground with her hoof.

You completely missed all of the dead bodies scattered around the floor.

"I've got plenty of ammo now, thanks to these idiots." she is really pissed right now.

"Well I just burned down the armory, but it appears that you had a much more intersting morning."

"You did?!!?" she gasps.

"Yes, and right now my mob is gathering supplies and people to fight the police. Would you care to join me?" you jokingly ask with a suave voice.

"Oh monsieur." she giggles, putting her hoof in your hand. "I'd love to."

Before you both head out you search the bodies for anything useful and find; 2 knuckle dusters, a trench knife, 3 makarov pistols, and 4 grenades.

"Limonkas." you chuckle to yourself as you put one in each pocket and hand the other 2 to Fluttershy.

"What do these do?" she asks innocently.

"Well, when you pull the pin and throw them, they explode. But they will go off if you just hold onto it."

You hand her a pistol and grab a messenger bag from one of the corpses on the floor for the rest of the gear. After packing the gear you look around the floor at the police and find that their over coats look better than what you've got on. There is a guard with only bullet holes in his face, so you decide to take his coat and swap it with yours. The comfy, wool, trench coat that reaches down to your ankles makes you look a bit more formidable than usual.

"You remind me of a Shock troop, from when the war was brought here." Fluttershy says like all you're missing is the German accent. "All you need now, is one of their black helmets."

"Heh, ya think?" you chuckle while slinging on the messenger bag.

"Mhm." you hear her voice become soft again.

For some reason you feel the need to wrap your arms around her and you quickly act upon this urge.

"I missed you while I was out there and I couldn't stop thinking about you." you whisper in her ear.

You loosen your hug to come face to face and lose yourself in her bright eyes that remind you of an early morning summer sky. A cute smile appears on her for a moment before she slowly moves closer to you. Her lips touch with yours in an embrace that makes your heart trip over itself and you feel as if you are flying with her. That brief kiss is your most cherished memory now that she is resting her head on your shoulder.

"I love you." she says in her most innocent voice while you try to make every moment of this last.

"And I love you." you try to keep your voice soft, but it's kind of difficult when your heart just physically lost it's rhythm.

"Come on." she speaks up. "Let's go stir things up in town." she finishes with her deviantly innocent smile.

As you two head out and into the street you are greeted by your original mob, now with new members and almost doubled in size, and they all have weapons. Not all of them you recognize as Russian.

"Comrade!" your one eyed friend calls out while running up to you. "When we raided the armories some of them had German weapons that were kept as war prizes! We were able to arm every man that stands with us and we still have more steel to spread."

"That is very fortunate friend. I am glad that we have the ability, and enthusiasts, to fight back and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

"Yes! We do!" he laughs maniacally while dropping a massive duffel bag on the ground.

"Take what you need!" he says while laughing and pointing at the assortment of weaponry.

You reach in and pick out a belt-fed MG42, then put on the shoulder strap.

"And what about your friend here?"

"Oh!" she squeaks a little surprised. "This one looks really nice." she says, picking up a bolt-action 98k.

He hands you both as much ammo as you could each carry and then explains how some guards had radioed out for help. There would soon be reinforcements from the military and the possibility of tanks showing up, along with riot police that will be arriving any time. The riot police are basically military in body armor that will hold up in a fire fight, but will eventually break if you shoot it enough.

You both go over plans of attack, but you yourself are leaning towards an ambush tactic with everyone hiding in buildings while, safe from fire, picking off anyone who attempts to keep you from your goal of freedom.

"Ok, I see your point." he submits.

"Before we go to war today, I must know the name my comrade who would willingly fight beside me."

"It is Aleksi, comrade. The time for action is upon us. Take your positions everyone!"

While everyone empties out of the street and into the surrounding buildings you and Fluttershy head back to your room and use the windows as a 'bird's nest'.

You look over, at the most beautiful mare you've seen in your life, and see she is going to use the rifle. You feed a new belt into your machine and charge the handle. You wait for only a few short minutes before you hear the low rumble of an organized legion marching off in the distance.