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Dry Boy had a dream that night and as clear as the breathe of the air, he remembered it. Just as it is easy to breathe it was easy to remember that dream for it was a message from the eternal Creator. Again, Dry Boy was in the same open field as the last dream and as the last dream the sky was covered in clouds and it roared, it whaled, and it growled as if it was hunting. Six lightning bolts pierced the earth and dug beneath the dirt of the earth and the earth pulsed with light that spread out to the trees and so likewise the trees lit up. At the last lightning bolt, it pulsed once and as the light passed through the grass and dirt and trees, as it passed all was dead and casted on fire except for Dry Boy. There was silence in the clouds until the fire consumed everything and was finished consuming, then he heard a voice move with the winds like the last dream, and the dark gloomy clouds were pierced by a great light and a hole was formed into the clouds by that light and it shined onto the grass. The light breathed on the first section of the field and the grass came back to life and it flourished with a living moisture. The light moved across the field like a highlighter highlighting sentences throughout a paragraph and where ever the light shined upon and where it breathed, what was once dead came back to life and what was once black and burnt regained its natural color and flourished with a living moisture of water. After all was finished the light had gone away but the hole in the clouds was still there and from the edge of the clouds, peeking into the hole, there was a pony dressed in a white robe and he opened a scroll to read out loud to Dry Boy.

"Let the last curse be a great agony, and let the last judgement be a great flame of wrath" The pony closed the scroll and then walked away and through the hole Dry Boy saw the sun rising and then he was awakened.

Dry Boy woke up in his car. Last night, he decided to drive to an open field that was different from last time. It also had a tree but this one was still alive. Dry Boy didn't feel good, even the flickering snow that started to trickle down could not make him happy again. He felt heart broken, his friends gone, his girlfriend gone, his best friend Andrew gone, his parents dead, his army buddies gone. He thought how they all last left him, they all left him because of hatred except for his parents, but he imagined if they were still around they'd probably hate the way he is, too. He thought about Chocoalty's last words to him, he knew he didn't hate him but Dry Boy imagined that he did now for running away from him. Dry Boy thought to himself that the other mares weren't his friends at all, but only stayed with him for the pleasures. He convinced himself that since all the others hated him, he would hate himself also. However, there was still One that loved him, but Dry Boy did not think of that One. Since winter was restarting, it began to grow cold in his truck. The sun was blocked and there was no heat being spread anywhere. Dry Boy had a candle on his dashboard and knew a flame spell he learned in the military. Dry Boy was unfaithful, he did not even have enough enthusiasm to light the candle for a bit of warmth so he just looked at it. His heart felt as if it was bleeding and Dry Boy began to wallow around in his own agony again. He began to weep bitterly and whisper to himself "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you" He started to remember all the ponies he witnessed being killed in front of him during both the wars he fought in, and he wished that all those casualties had been him. He wished he was in that IED blast and his members being ripped apart while his  blood splattered in different places and his heart turning into non-existence. Having his thoughts and pain interrupted by a cold breeze, he finally tried to light the candle so he can be distracted. He focused onto the tip of the candle and he ticked his horn so that it sparked. The candle could not light so Dry Boy tried harder. It was a very precise thing to light a candle and the third try Dry Boy tried too hard. He felt an utter gruesome and brutal stinging pain engulf his face. The pain was unbearable, his eyes were closed but he could still feel his eyelashes being burned off and the only thing he could hear was the whooshing of the growing flames in his truck and his own screaming.  He started to smell burning rubber and smoke, he felt for the handle of the door and jumped out of the truck. He felt a nice cold batch of snow and plunged his head into it and the flames on his head were put out but the pain still stung like a million wasps clinging onto his face. He could finally open his eyes and he turned around to see his truck. The two front seats were filled with flames along with the mattress in the back. Dry Boy walked to the back of the truck and pulled it out by the bottom corners and set it aside from the car. Dry Boy waited for about an hour until the fire was put out by the snow that fell, and he even threw some snow to speed up the process.

Once the fire was completely gone,  Dry Boy went through out the car to look for items that had survived the flames. He was surprised to find many things that were still intact. His dismantled C6 and his box of 200 rounds were still there in the case underneath the driver's seat, his forgotten Bible was still perfectly well inside of his foreleg rest compartment, and a thick rope and his bag of weed somehow were still underneath the passenger seat. Dry Boy had no food, and still felt badly hurt, both physically and emotionally. Snow was already about ankle height, and Dry Boy had no clothing to keep himself warm. Along with his past connections that had left him, the Great Caneighdian Polar Bear also had left him. He was alone, no shelter, no food, no friends, no love, no happiness, no comfort, no resting place, no endurance, and no dignity. Dry Boy grabbed the thick rope and walked to the tree, and he found his only comfort just a knot away. He climbed to the tallest branch of the tree, tied one end of the rope to it and tied the other around his neck. Before he dropped himself down, he said a prayer with his heart screaming.

"Lord. I am not strong enough to endure through your righteous anger. I, the pony whom you strengthened to kill hundreds and thousands cannot stand against One, who is you" He looked down at the drop and began to weep and he cried out "Forgive me. Lord, my God. Forgive me" He dropped himself and his legs hung and wiggled in the air and he started to black out