Gamers Versus Ponies

Ahhh, the break room, one of the parts on the contracts we all sign is having a private room for the sole purpose of relaxing and comparing kill counts. The room was packed, divided by the rivalry between the Xbox and Microsoft mercs, and the PlayStation and Nintendo mercs. The room was pretty big, maybe 50 feet by 40 feet, longer then wide. In the room was a bar, stocked with cigars and cigarettes as well as liquor. The small stage at the back of the room for people to play music and karaoke, the flat screen TV's and gaming consoles for when running the training courses gets old, the dartboard with a rather lustful picture of sun butt showing off her double sized flank for use for penetrate with darts. After a moment, I remember a old song my dad would sing after mum and him got into another fight. Smiling, I make my way to the stage, pick up a guitar and start strumming.

"This song was written by the late great Roger Alen Wade, dedicated to the that bitch over there, sing along if you know the words, and if you don't, please learn quickly, Its a short song. I'd. Like. To..."

Two minutes later, the last line coming up, I decide to add a little something special. "I'd like to shoot Princess Celestia right square in the ass, with a Red Ryder, BB GuuuuUUUUuun." Wild cheers and laughter fill the air as I step start strumming the guitar again, intent on bringing the rivalry between the two halfs of GEARs mercenary corp closer together.