In Soviet Ponyssia...

Your grip on the gun tightens as your heart races. The legion's roar of the march is growing louder, closer, and faster. You begin to see the head of the battalion and their pace is a steady jog towards the center of the street. Their sounds begins to drown out as all you can hear now is your pulse, constantly beating and pounding inside your skull. Your eyes widen in rage that you just can't bottle anymore. Right as they hit the center of your ambush sight, you unleash your fury of hellfire and bullets into the mob. This signals everyone who was hiding to do the same. The entire street is now lit up with gun fire and thrown grenades.

Your MG42 is a buzzsaw, tearing and wrending flesh from bone, to the defenseless legion below. What once was a massive block of soldiers, is now dwindling under the relentless barrage of lead coming from all sides.

Fluttershy, on the other hand, is enjoying herself. Picking off soldiers who think they're hiding, one by one, is making her giggle. Her weapon is sounding off with a ryhthmic *POW..klick-klak..POW..klick-klak* and it is music that blends well with the sound of ripping canvas coming from your machine gun.

You mow down the clusters of soldiers who aren't quick enough to get away and she takes throat-shots of those who peek around corners of alleys.

This slaughter lasts for only 20 minutes before all 900 of them were either dead or writhing in the street. You sit back on your knees and calm down from all the excitment. You lean back on the wall, with your gun in your lap, and try to settle your eratic breathing. Fluttershy comes away from the window because she sees you this way.

"Hey, are you feeling ok?" she asks in her sweet tone while cuddling up to you.

"Yeah..." you sigh while resting your head on her shoulder. "I just had to let loose."

She nuzzles your cheek and some how you know she understands. Your heart almost returns to a calm beat when you hear heavy boots coming down the hall. Without even thinking you reach into your messenger bag and pull out the Makarov. Just as an armored soldier kicks open the door you have the pistol aimed up at his head. Before he is able to get his leg back down, you fire off round after round into his face and throat. *Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!* is the sound of your pistol cracking off rounds that tear out his throat and punch out holes in the back of his helmet.

His body falls heavy on the floor from all the armor and the SKS he was carrying bounces out of his hand and arcoss the floor towards the kitchen. Fluttershy puts her hoof on her chest and exhales to settle the adrenaline rush. You put the pistol back in the bag and walk over to the corpse to take his helmet. When you inspect it you see 2 bullet holes, one dead center in the back and another an inch to the bottom left. It is a very comfortable helmet and the leather fitting inside wraps around your head, forming a perfectly snug fit.

"So Shy, am I the shock troop of your dreams now?" you say with a chuckle.

"Hehe, you were always the man of my dreams." she blushes.

All you you can do is crack a smile and open the door for her while she trots out into the hallway. As you both make your way back out into the street, you notice that Aleksi is holding a man (with very nice clothing) in handcuffs.

"Who is this?" you ask while members of the mob move an anvil in front of Aleksi.

"He is the commanding officer who led the attempted attack on us. We found him in a nearby store watching in cowardice while the slaughter ensued."

"And what do you plan to do with him?" you ask curiously.

"This anvil is the Working Man's executioner's block and you, my friend, will be the hooded man of today!" he shouts to the crowd behind him while someone hands you a sledgehammer.

You unstrap your MG and set it on the ground while you get a quick feel for your "axe" of the morning. "Hey... It's morning!" you think to yourself as the sun begins to rise over the buildings that line the street.

"Fluttershy." you quietly say to her. "Look, it's the sun." you cheerfully whisper as you begin to feel it's warmth. "This will be a glorious morning."

You throw your arms behind you to stretch out, so as not to pull a muscle, just as the officer begins to squirm.

"Wait, sir. If I were to offer you some sort of... Ack!" he is cut off by Aleksi forcing his head down onto the cold steel block.

You raise the hammer high, with one hand below the head and the other at the base of the stick, and ready to destroy one small piece of the group that has sought to oppress you. Aleksi holds him by his jacket collar, lying it wait for you to pass your harsh judgement on this sorry excuse for a man. With all of your strength, you bring this heavy, steel, hammer down into the right side of officer's skull and crush it into the anvil. His head deforms from the blow and becomes a mashed piece of flesh and bone on that steel block. Blood sprays everywhere when you feel your sledgehammer touch the anvil through his head and come to an abrupt stop that sends a jolt of pain up your arm and into your shoulder.

"Victory!!" you shout while raising your sledgehammer into the air with one arm.

Your shout is met with the roar of the crowd and guns waved in the air. In your eyes the city had been taken, but in reality the military wasn't going to let you go so easily.