Equestria goes apeshit, and so does the universe.

In a forgotten junkyard filled with old spaceships, battle rovers, weapons, aircraft, and scrap metal, a strange aquamarine mist forms, and searches for a host body to inhabit.

Alone, hungry, tired . . . . .

. . . . Pain, fear, suffering, help . . . . .

. . . Together now, not alone, more of us . . . .

. . . . Less pain . . . .

. . . .stay together. . . . .
. . .a conduit is needed. . . .

. . .this one, yes. . .

. . . . This will do nicely for us. . . .
. . . A Crypt . . .
__________Fifty years later_______________

An announcer adjusts his position in his large, fur lined, bucket chair and steadies his voice.

"Mares and gentle-colts, welcome to the twelfth annual Roxtan park autonomous arena! It's time to meet this year's competitors!"

A massive Iron gate opens, and a multitude of robots enter the arena for all to see.

The announcer introduces a colossal snake with grinding wheels for sections.

"Please welcome a first time fighter; Fury!"

As the announcer finishes the robot's name, the crowd goes wild, but is silenced in their zealous chant as the wormlike automaton uncurls itself and screeches a horrible, metallic screech at the awestruck spectators.

Over the next hour, the announcer introduces a host of strange and fascinating machines, but the strangest of all was the reigning champion of the arena.

"And now . . . For the moment you and I, have all been waiting for . . . The harbinger of robot hell . . ."The announcer pauses for effect, "Crypt!"

A hushed confusion settles over the crowd as nothing, and no pony presents themselves as the champion.

After what seemed like hours, a loud, echoing banging sound is heard for a minute, then, a 20 foot tall robot, with a large, skull made of iron, sporting aquamarine floodlight eyes, one of its fists seem to be fashioned out of steel and hooked up to tank batteries, another, is a collection if rotating mini howitzer cannons, making up a chain gun hand.

The machine talks casually, but in a surprising tone, loud, but not metallic, old, but not elderly.

"SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING EVERYPONY, BUT THE GODDAMN DOOR NEEDED SOME . . , , MAINTENANCE." Crypt explained.

Crypt changed His gaze to the challenger entrance.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR?." Crypt yelled, "START THE BATTLE ALREADY!"

The announcer pulled a switch, and the last surviving competitor slithered out of the door. It was none other than the death worm; Fury.

The announcer speaks.

"Fight!"

at the sound of a bell, Fury bolts towards Crypt lightning fast.

Crypt readies his pneumatic leg bolt.

"HERE WE GO!" He shouts as the pistons in his legs slam the ground beneath him and launch him directly at Fury.

Fury tries desperately to shake him off, but Crypt has a death grip on one of its rotors and is climbing it step-by-step.

"SCREEEE !" Fury howls in confusion and fear.

The crowd goes insane as they watch Crypt reach Fury's head,
the titanium leviathan still trying to knock Crypt off of it.

For a second, it looks as if Crypt would be flung off of Fury's back, that Crypt wouldn't be able to hang on any longer.

"I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Crypt exclaims after taking hold of Fury's single, red eye, and hauling himself forward to face it directly. He pumps his right arm (gun) and the multiple howitzer cannons that comprised his chain gun hand began to spin.

"YAAEEE !" Fury screamed as the gun began to hammer round after round of heavy artillery bullets into the back of its head.

"Oh, looks like this is it everypony!"

Crypt continues to relentlessly lay into the serpent with his weapon, even after it stops moving.

After a minute or two of gunfire, the chaingun slides to a halt, and Crypt, unharmed stands atop the body of Fury. The once deadly autonomous snake now an unmoving heap of bent metal and disfigured machinery.

"Please congratulate the now and future champion; Crypt!"

The spectators are esthetic, and go absolutely bonkers for the gladiator and his victory.

Crypt is unaffected by the applause, and jumps off of Fury.
He then walks, without even glancing back at the crowd or the announcer, back to the iron gate that he previously entered the arena from.

"CLASS DISMISSED." Crypt says.