Aforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished Stories

The lone tomato near me was red as blood with little splotches of yellow on its skin. Staring at the fruit was something to abhor after years and years of doing the same. Pulling tomatoes, placing tomatoes in baskets, carrying the baskets, taking it to storage, over and over again. Nothing really interesting ever happened to me, I was bored for the whole of my life. When something interesting actually happenend, I'm bleeding to death with a shotgun bullet wound in my stomach. All the tomatoes are gone, all the tents destroyed, and there is a maniacal raider pissing over my face. At least the cold piss helps deal with all this heat, seriously I'm hot all over. The raider currently assailing me with piss is wearing skulls all over his black padded armor. I could make out some kind of red substance be decorated over his face like warpaint. Why are raiders always so goofy? I never understood why they try to be so intimidating, it only works on little foals anyways. Oh great, now I'm losing consciousness, well this is the end of my meaningless existence, good bye stupid world.

It was never worth it to live anyway...

"Ahahaha! Look at this dumb mare, I'd rape her if she wasn't so smelly!", the raider flicked his member as he emptied the rest of his urine all over the dying body. "Whatever, it suits disgusting smelly parasites like her to die like this."

The raider, about to put back his leather pants was surprised by the torpedoing orb-like projectile about to hit him. It was too fast to make out and it slammed right into his pelvis. A crack resounded, pulverizing his member into a fleshy pulp onto the dying mare and squishing his testicles into fleshy pancakes. He screamed horrifically making the surrounding raiders focus their attention directly where he was at. They cocked their rifles, shotguns, revved up their chainsaws while the hurt raider bent down on his legs. All of them searched for the source of pain for their comrade. Suddenly, the orb set itself afloat, ripping off the genitalia of the raider and hitting him in the jaw, resounding a painful crack. The orb levitated around a shabby, black-cloaked figure, circling his body before meeting onto the palm of his hands. The ball spun on his finger as they watched afraid of the entity. The raider lay dead with blood spurting from his mouth, his body on top of the mare he pissed on.

OPEN FIRE!!

A sudden barrage of bullets fired through the atmosphere at the direction of the figure. The orb energized, great white power surrounded its frame and a short whistle like sound was made. It protected its statue-like master and hastily deflected the bullets, creating a tube of energy around its wielder. The light was bright, so bright that it blinded the raiders, astonishing them with awe and fear. One opened his eyes after the light settled down and looked to his left to find the last thing he ever saw. His head was easily pulverized in half, all the pulp vaporizing before the trail of light. One after another, the raiders were utterly destroyed, the orb deflecting any offense, from bullets to easily broken melee weaponry. All who opposed him were destroyed until all that was left was the Raider leader, his back leg crushed from the force of the orb, breathing sporadically and barely able to move. He crawled away from the calm walking figure that damaged him, coughing blood and screaming in pain. The raider leader went on his back with the sawed-off shotgun he had saddled and aimed his weapon ready to fire. The figure only watched, the darkness of his cloak easily concealing his face.

"What are you!?" screamed the Raider Leader in agony. The figure lowered the ball in his hand and the orb sizzled with energy. The dying raider fired his gun before losing his head from the force of the orb. Crushing the head was almost akin to stepping on the softest bug except there was no messy organs left in the charred remains. The ball vaporized any stain that would dare plague its plastic with its powerful white aura. He summoned the ball and extracted the energy through his finger tips, they shook until the light was dimmed out from the orb. He breathed a breath of air, the smell of copper and gunpowder did not phase him. The figure then casually walked to the first raider he humiliated and shamelessly killed, a pool of blood was surrounding the two bodies. He kicked the corpse onto its back, off from the barely alive mare whose breaths was slow and seldom. He bent down on his legs and looked at the dying mess. Pulling out a tiny orange basketball from deep inside his coat, he placed it inside the wound of her stomach.

Let the spirit of B-Ball be with you, I Charles Barkley have deemed you as

Leaving the ball inside the shot stomach, his hand moved out from the gaping hole and her insides began to radiate energy. A blast of orange colored power shot from her eyes and the crevice in her began to close slowly. He removed his cloak's hood to show his face, he was dark and white energy radiated from his eyes.

B-Ball Disciple of World Equis, you shall be known!

The corpse, now seething with circling energy, an explosion of power emanated outward deep into the sky reaching incredibly far that many pony could see. She began to transform as the energy lifted her up from the ground and healed her wounds slowly. Her banana colored mane turned from smooth and straight to a ferocious curl with one protruding hair that curved like a claw from the front. The mare's body, once grey as the moon became a hint of light orange and all wounds were finally closed up. The power weakened and spiraled weakly from the top until it all disappeared.

As the Savior of PonyKind, The Pony of Dunk!

He caught the falling angelic mare who was still barely conscious from what she endured. He set her on to the ground, away from the blood and gore that was painted all over the destroyed encampment. Then, he covered his face once more and stood to look at the sky.

453,000 done, now over 400trillion left to go, its gonna be a long night...

With those words, he vanished without a trace, his form disappearing slowly before vanishing in thin air. Left was the newly transformed mare, a surge of energy came across her chest before charging back inside to the incredible power within.