The Fall of Equestria

Well, It’s time to get to work, sort of. I have to hire a carpenter to secure my windows, But I still don’t know what I should so for the reason being that he may ask me. Well, I guess he’ll do his job anyway since he gets paid, Yet won’t I be suspicious right? Welp better gets to it. I grabbed the stationary phone and dialed the nearest carpenter I could get a hold of, I slowly dialed on the line as the phone was hanging on the right side of my head, I finally reached an answer from the other side of the line, Yet I wasn’t so pleased as the pony who answered it had a scruffy, Deep and crisp voice

“What’s your problem?” He had a tint of slang in the process of talking,

“I would like to fill my windows with plywood” I replied with no actual meaning to the reason why I’m filling up my windows,

“What’s your address?” He questioned me again, just like what he said last time

“Apologies sir, I do not know my address” I face palmed to myself

“Well, have a great day” He hung up the phone,

“Ugh, what the hell was that?” I thought to myself “How the am I not supposed to know my address!” I was intentionally hitting my head as well with the phone

I placed back the phone and went to the kitchen. I found a dusty old map on the kitchen side table, I unfolded it and found the closest building near my house. It was a hardware store, I could possibly buy some material there. I grabbed my wallet and headed outside, it looked different than where I used to live. The polluted air surrounded me as I heard chatter from every single direction I see, I start heading down the pathway, as I looked at the billboard signs. My curiosity of looking around actually led me somewhere, I’ll go back there later. I finally reached there, It wasn’t much. I just bought some nails, a hammer and wood.

Well, I guess it’s time to go to the store or somethin’? I proceeded down the wet alleyway, as the flickering lights became closer. It was a really unpleasant place to be, but my curiosity got the better of me. I finally reached to my unknown location, It was a gun store. What a coincidence, I still have a bit of bits left. I entered the side building, There wasn’t that much of anything. Yet the guns surround me with the spacey wall, They were selling items from firearms to gun muzzles. Everything was expensive, such as compound bows and hunting knives. Ranging up to 5,000.00 bits as the lowest was 200 bits.

I decided to get a Finnish Luger and a Mosin Nagant 91-30 Sniper, I grabbed one of each and headed my way to the counter, Ponies started to bat an eye, possibly that I was carrying two weapons and it’s probably too mainstream. I tried my hardest to ignore but then they started to whisper and giggle,

“Why the hell you laughin’ at mate?” I demanded, speaking to the nearest pony as  he laughed,

The pony replied as if he was having a posh conversation “Well, of course, a pony like you with skinny muscles shouldn't have a measly rifle like that”

“Ugh, Shut up n’ mind your own bloody business” I tried to act rude like last time but it seems like he still doesn't care

“Ugh, what assholes!” I thought to myself

It wasn’t long until I reached the main desk,

“Is that all that you want sir?” Whilst holding the two weapons, I just ignored him for some odd reason “I’ll take that as a yes”

I gave him 2,900.00 bits. The beeping sound made me anxious about what’s gonna happen soon. Yet I tried to stay in my happy thoughts, Well that’s even if I have one. I gave me my weaponry back with my receipt. I proceeded out to the glass double doors. I stayed in the corner of the building as I tried to hide my weapons. It’s not much But I could cover it with my plywood. Rain started to appear from the north, as it started to slowly shower on top of my head,

“Well, there’s no point standing here in the rain,” I thought to myself “Well, of course, dumbass”

I headed to the sidewalk where it provided shelter, It was the same as ever. Ponies chatting as billboards flickering. I was crowded until I reached home. But It was warm enough to stay indoors in my house, I started to get the materials and proceeded to work. Hammering down the nails, piercing through the 2-inch wood, like why the hell did I pick 2-inch as length?. Well at least it the bullets couldn't penetrate it, Or can it, Well possibly it might still can but who the hell knows? Technically it was hard work but if the carpenter came I guess it would be hella’ lot easier, work but each second I started to hammer more faster and harder. My magic could also hold the plywood and the hammer but the force is all the reason why I am grunting. Well, I guess it’s my fault for not pre-drilling it. But I only needed to block two windows, So it didn’t take so long. I tried to give the two wood great amount of force when hammering the nails down, I started to become to fatigue with my hard work but still, I’m a unicorn, unicorns aren’t supposed to get tired of this stuff? Well If they didn’t I guess I officially debunked it.

I started to relax, And turn on the radio station and relaxed on my comfy sofa

“Attention, Attention everypony! The Bat Ponies and changeling are at war and heading to ManeHattan, Ponyville and CloudsDale!” The Stallion on the news report shouted on the top of his lungs “There’s a community bunker at Cant-”

The radio stopped receiving or possibly the line is dead or possibly even cut off.

I guess It’s time to join the party.