In the year 1959, September 7. A once great city lays in ruins. This city once known as San Francisco is nothing more than a desolate land, from the constant bombardment of the pony jets. But in the ruins walks a boy. A boy no older than fifteen, towards the mountains of bombed buildings, wrecked cars, and the endless litter of dead people. While many run away from the horror that lies behind the boy's destination. The boy walks pass the scared populace of America. His eyes showing both fear and courage as he walks towards the rubble. The boy tries to keep his mind calm from the world greatest and newest fear. Ponies. This is a boy that's witnessed the true nature of the so-called peace, loving, and tolerant ponies. As many others have seen. A young man that walks with a level of courage that many have long since forgotten. And a level of hatred that many know so well.
Walking towards the enemy, many try to escape the inevitable conversion of the ponies, others gathering whatever flimsy weapons they can to fight against the on coming menace. A few pray to a higher power for a miracle to save them. Many see the boys action and yell at the him, to get away from the mountain of rubble. The boy keep on walking. Paying no heed to their warnings.
This young man carrying nothing other than the clothes on his back, a Tommy gun with several attachments, a baseball bat sign by Babe Ruth (greatest American baseball player to ever live) hanging from his back, a M1911 pistol on his right hip, and a few weird tinkering doohickeys that lies on the boys left hip. The shouts of the people become nothing other than a distant call, the further he walks from them. He heeds no mind to the distance shouts to get to safety.
At the base of the hill, the boy begins to wonder, "Why am I doing this?" As he lifts his leg to climb. The higher he get the more question enters the young mind. "Why, did we do to deserve this?" The question pour into the young mind. "Why did they force this upon us? Why couldn't they leave our affairs alone? Why do we need to be ponies to be perfect?" Question kept on tackling his brain as he reaches the top of his destination.
"Will I still be me if I become a pony?" The last question to enter this young mind as he breathe his final breath. From the top the boy as a clear view of what he's up against. Dozen upon dozen of walking tanks, mecha suits, advance jets, stealth choppers, heavily armored ground troopers, and one massive warship the size of two football fields.
Moving a hand to the left hip the boy pulls a weird doohickey from his hip. Using both hands the boy turns a knob on the doohickey. As it begin to ticker, a pony in a Class-III Potion Launchers see the boy and aims his potion launcher at him. As the weird object makes mechanical noise, the sound of a potion bomb being launch grab the boys attention. As the potion hits the young man forming a purplish mist, one final thought enters the boy mind as the serum takes it effect on him, "Of course I will be me. After all ma' pa told me that I'm immune to their potions."
From the purple mist, flies the weird doohickey from earlier, landing near the pony that shot the potion bomb. As the pony in the mecha suit most likely cheers for converting another human, a silhouette begins to form. From the mist the pony see not another pony, but a young human boy. The pony looks in awe and confusion of why the potion failed. Maybe a defect from the assembly line, a miscalculation, or maybe a-
Ding
A small barely visible smile appear on the boy.
An explosion of a golden bright light consumes the suit and user. The golden light so bright and strong that it send a pulse of energy about four hundred and fifty feet. Knocking everything near the explosion back, but ruining the suit and killing the user. The ponies far from the blast stare in awe, confusion, and in fright for they never seen something that strong before in a small package. Let alone from a human device. Only a few break away from their stares, to notice that one of their own is dead from the explosion. Causing the other ponies to anger at the human boy who did this. They hated humans for denying the will of the Goddess of the Sun. But they'll never forgive the soon-to-be pony for causing a death of a peaceful pony doing what's right for the barbaric creatures known as human. Even if he begs Celestia for forgiveness.
As the purple mist clears away many of the ponies from afar and near, believe that another pure pony would appear. Praising Celestia as the rightful ruler of this world, praying for forgiveness for disobeying their goddess will, and for killing another pony in cold blood. But instead of a young pony colt wearing loose human clothing, the human boy reappears. The human boy looks no different from the moment the potion bomb was launch. The only difference is that he's covered in a wet of purplish-pink oozes. Many wonder why nothing happen to him, but other still remembers the atrocity he did to the innocent and sin free pony. They quickly try to point their turrets, cannons, and missile launchers at the human boy. Only for the suit to be non responsive. Panicking those further away from the explosion point their guns at the boy, not knowing the issue the other ponies are having.
In response the young boy grabs another weird doohickey and twist a few knob on it. The device itself looks like a mix of mechanical and electronic piece glued together. The young man plants it on the ground. And proceeds to points his Tommy gun at the unresponsive pony mecha suits. Those far from the human pointing their cannons and guns, laugh at the boys foolishness for believing that his gun would have any affect on their suit metal and magical energy shields. While those closest to him keep on panicking. Trying to figure out what happen to their suits and electronics.
On the top of the rubble the boy smiles becomes bigger and bigger, until it looks like the smile of a psychopath. As the unavoidable fight begins. In this moment one more thought enter his mind. "This might be the most stupidest thing I've ever done. But hey ma' pa always told me to do the right thing ma' heart believes in." With that final thought both sides release their weapons might.
Setting a series of events that will change the world of both mankind and ponydom.
