3rd POV: Pvt. Artur, Soviet Army Conscript Soldier.
"My head...b`lyad', it hurts, where they hell am I?" Artur took a look around and saw himself inside a clearing with a thick forest with foliage surround it. He looked to his side and found his mosin-nagant, and quickly picked it up. He tried to remember what happened, all he remember was a big fight, explosions, a bright light, him getting pulled with his squad and comrade gen-GENERAL!
He quickly got up and looked around, trying to find his leader. He found him laying just a few meters behind him, laying in some flowers, wearing his usual attire. He quickly ran over to him and check to see he was ok. He was breathing, but seemed knocked out. Artur thought of a way to wake up his leader, but also thought of the consequences of doing it. "Fuck it". Artur raised his hand and started to slap his leader in the face, in the hopes of waking up. "WAKE UP YOU BITCH!', said Arturt every time he slapped his leader.
After a few slaps and yelling, his leader grabbed his hand before the next slap could proceed. Artur's face paled, as he saw his leader slowly rose up. Artur couldn't tell what his leader was thinking, since comrade general never took off his mask. "Artur", Artur gulped as beads of sweat went down his face. " Why are you smacking me in the face". Artur drew in some air, as he prepared his defense. " I-I-I was sl-sl-sla-aping you be-be-". "You know..." interrupted his leader while Artur was talking. " Its very rude to hit me before you even asked me on a date."
His leader then started to laugh while Artur was trying to understand what his leader just said. "What do you mean it is rude..to...oh...oh..OHHH" Artur then started to laugh with leader, the hardy laugh of the two lasted for a good 30 seconds. Both of the men started to get back up, after that scene. "Artur, where is the rest of our men". "I don't know comrade general". "Drop the formalities Artur, you know I don't like it". "Sorry sir, I mean, sorry John".
'John' had many names, depending on which you called him, depends where you are on his terms. He does have a real name, but has never revealed it to anyone. "Artur, do you know where we are?". "No, I do not.". "Hmmm... Artur, I want you to send distress flare, maybe our men will see it". Artur replied with a ok, as he looked into his bag. He tooked out his flare adapter and a flare. He loaded it up and shot it in the air. The flare went up as it lit, then a bright flame engulfed it as the parachute opened up. The flare made it's slow descent down to the ground. "Do you think anyone will see it?". "Friend or foe Artur, someone is going to see it".
Artur put back the adapter into his bag stood up. "Come Artur, we need to set up a Firebase here" Artur nodded and pulled out a shovel from his bag, while John had hammer in one hand, and nails in the other. "John, where did you get the hammer and nails?". "It's best not to ask questions Artur, lets just get building" Both men nodded and got to work.
*AFTER A MONTAGE OF ENDUCED LABOR*
John looked at his worked proudly, while Artur had other thoughts. "Isn't it beautiful Artur, it's like modern art". "Yeahhh.... this is just a bunch of sandbags placed surrounding a flag that says, 'Firebase Alpha', and I have to admit John, this looks stupid". John slowly looked at Artur and punched him in the shoulder. "Artur, I want you to say this is modern art now". Artur looked at John, while rubbing his sore arm. "No, you can't make me". "LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE SLUT!". Artur shrunk down, not expecting the outrage. " YOU ARE GOING TO CALL THAT MODERN ART, OR I AM GOING TO SHOVE THYNE HOLY BOOT UP YOUR ARSE, DO YOU HEAR ME PRIVATE!?" Artur quickly responded, not wanting to receive the holy boot. "SIR, THAT BASE IS LIKE MODERN ART SIR!". John looked at Artur and responded with a quick ok. Artur released a breath of air. "You know John, you are a asshole sometimes". "I'm only a asshole when I need to be one Artur, now, while we pass the time for our men to arrive, lets play War". Artur quickly agreed, since War is the big thing today.
*MEANWHILE*
Pinkie stood still in her room, feeling something wrong. She pulled out her lightsaber from her hair and activated it. " I felt a disturbance in the force". She smelt something burning and saw that the front part of her hair was burned off by the lightsaber. "Whoops", she turned the lightsaber off and reached back into her hair and pulled out her trusty 'Hair in a Can' spray. After 2 coats and 5 minutes of waiting, her hair was back to normal. "Ha, good as new!" She put the can and saber back in her hair and bounced downstairs to start making cupcakes for the town.
1st POV: TheXBroGamer
I sat in my chair as I finish the first chapter of the story I decided to bring out of the deepest parts of my mind. "AND DONE. Wow, writing this stuff is hard work, no wonder people go on hiatus for a long period of time". I look at my clock as it changes to 12:20 A.M.. "It's getting late, and I need to go to bed, I better take some medication" I picked up the tin can and went over the instructions. "Take one lozenge every 2 hours, how long was it that I took the other one, about 1 hour? Eh, who cares." I took 3 at once, I turned off my computer, turned of the lights, and crawled into bed. "Now I got to write the pony part", I groaned, "Yay", I said as my mind went to sleep.
