Bagger to fighter

That's just it the same shit different day that's what I let my life become bagging groceries smiling and don't forget the, have a good day. Walking to and from work same path with the same look on my face. Same clothes a black fry's hat and shirt black slacks black hoodie black sneakers and can't forget my trusty messenger bag which surprisingly it's gray. In my bag I have a first aide kit, Etool, sewing kit, and a half gallon of water. Having all of these things with me makes me feel like a wasteland survivalist, that can think his way through anything. Sometimes I wear my phone on my wrist like it's a Pip-boy.

I will tell you that I am a good shot I was involved with with a state rifle team and my J.R.O.T.C varsity team. Top three state and number one for J.R.O.T.C two years running. I like the first aid parts in class you get shot in the arm or the leg at least you won't die from blood loss. Land nav was fun to tuck me all four years to get it down but I wasn't born to read maps. P.T was fun no to much to tell about working out what running, pull-ups and push-ups.

Telling you who I was before my life was changed for the weird was just the author killing time and to give you some idea of myself, what's my straights are and some of my fallings. They will be showing up later I the store but now it is time you know a little about my friend and ware she comes from it's a magical place ware friendship, love and peace, used to rain supreme. That all changed when the Fire Nation invaded.

*Thwack*

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For being a dumb ass."

*Thwack*

"And tha-Humf!?"

"For being too bucking~ cute."

"Ok"

...

"Well!"

"Hum o right the story. Ware was I o right ehem WHEN THE FIRE NATION INVADED!"

*THUNCK!*

'Ya not the best idea I've had but so worth it.'

Now the he will not be able to speak for about one hour or so let me introduce myself. My name is Heavy Cal I was born in stable 34 in Equestria, Lost Pegasus. We left the stable because the bail fire reactors were leaking most of the ponies didn't make it out most of them didn't die they just changed into ghouls. Just ten of them were still sane they tried to reach the reactors to shut them down. After there M.F.T (magical friend tag) in thar pit-buck ether went out or red we just left them. I was to young to know what was going maybe five or six years still just a filly. Lost all my friends and family that day there wasn't that many of us left twenty or so bye the time this idiot right here appeared I was 18 years old woman states in the wasteland if you ask me. We lost 18 good ponies that day it was just me and Cream pie. We were pinned down at are camp on the outskirts of Filly Delphia by two dozen Raiders when he crushes one bye landing on her face and slamming a small shovel into a nearby unicorns horn. Long story short he is hard to kill you'll hear why just not for me.

Now it's time to tell you what I look like hu? Well I guess I'm slightly more built then most unicorn and my coat is crimson while my mane is dark brown and my my eyes are a gold yellow. My cutie mark is a Barrett A.S .50 and a M.A.S 20 mm sniper rifle (Ministry of arcane science) crossed like a X. Got it when I wasn't sure what the M.A.S was thought it was a mounted turret gun that was modified for a griffin. Joe said overcompensating for a small dick when he first saw it. Cream pie said that it was for heavy armored units or robots guess who's right.

"Can I guess?"

"NO!"

"Why?"

"Because you are supposed to be still paralyzed on the floor."

"oh I'm sorry was I supposed to be drooling on the floor while you watch Super Nanny?"

"I have no idea what that is but yes. The drooling on the floor anyways."

"How about we just given the memory orbs they're all unicorns after all."

"But it's more fun if we tell them~."

"How about we tell some and we show some?"

"Fine but you need too entertain me wale they're in the orbs."

"How will I do that?"

"O you know~ ha ha."