//-------------------------------------------------------// Story Premises -by AbsolutelyBarbaric- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// Some fallout stuff that I did. //-------------------------------------------------------// Some fallout stuff that I did. You think you know pain? You think you can even register agony? Consider this story before putting yourself in a position that of which you can judge me in. Living in a post apocalyptic world doesn't have many upsides. Water's poisoned, dirt's dormant of its rich properties of growth, sky's usually a sick orange and the entire damn place might as well be a war zone. Walk six feet and there's another pony with a gun to your head. The place disgusts me, and the worst of it is that there's no escaping it. You can can hide inside all you want, you'll just starve, or get shot up by a passing group of raiders.  The latter was about to occur to me. You can call me Blitz, and this is a smaller portion of my larger story. There was only two temperatures in the wasteland, Scorching Hot and Freezing Cold. Wasn't much variation between the two, during the day the heat burned you alive, and during the night you'd die without some form of heavy clothing or shelter. Even when you have both, its still about the equivalent of walking into a meat freezer. Sitting by a campfire, in a heavy leather duster, I began to shiver. The campfire in front of my did a fine job of heating me up from the front, but my back was basically a slab of ice. Didn't bother me much. Happens a lot, and it'll happen more in the future.  Sitting inside of a torn-down roadside shanty gave me some form of protection from the light, icy winds, but not enough to stop me from shivering everyone once and a while. Sitting on my back legs, I inched closer to the fire. The more heat the better, just had to be sure not to get close enough to the point of burning myself. Having relaxed at said campfire for quite a few hours of peace, I wasn't surprised to hear a loud 'CRACK!' followed by a few, rather loud hushes. I sighed, thinking to myself how many times i'd been through this. Using my magic, I drew a silver .44, etched with pristine detail. Not even turning myself, the gun rotated and fired four shots in the direction of the wall behind me. Three shrieks of pain followed, then replaced by another shout. Shit, I had missed one. Turning to my side, I stared down the sorry scrape of an equine behind me. Skinny, frail, their bones decorated his hips and chest as if they hadn't eaten in weeks.  They gasped in fear, as most anyone would after seeing my mask. I cocked my head to the side, and smiled underneath the metal covering. Two thoughts were going through my mind as if they were fire, spreading and warming up. Kneecap? Skull? Taking my time to decide, the poor thing turned tail. After all, all it had was a small knife. Wouldn't even get close if I had decided to take a shot early. As they ran at a steady pace, I had made my decision when they had ran around thirty feet out. Kneecap. Kneecap will do. I levitated the gun up to my right eye, and fired. The figure in the distance crumbled onto the ground, screaming even louder than it had before. I stared to the mountains, only to see the peak of the sun rising.  The air had already been ridden of the chill, and i was suddenly aware of how long that ordeal lasted. I sighed, walked over to the squealing thing on the floor. At this point, it couldn't even be considered a pony. I wished I could say something clever as I put my sixth bullet into its skull, but after all. It'd be pretty hard for a mute to talk over something like that, wouldn't it? //-------------------------------------------------------// Its not my fault, i swear. //-------------------------------------------------------// Its not my fault, i swear. Midnight Spork was sitting at computer when o no, 4chan was shut down. Aura Fork was so med, that she ecks dee'd and flewed to the next house to c if 4chun was wrkin der. Un42netly at ponk poi's backry it was not work either. "CASUAL NORMIEFAGS, GET THE FUCK OFF MY BOARD!" Sunshine Shunbutt sang in a dank voice. He then sproy pointed poirn on 2 wall, *Unfortunately the fucking mods came by and deleted it like fucking cancerous non-horse-fuckers* Swaylot then proceded to get plunky porn to get on her magnifik back and ride them 2 castle of sun bum. Sparrow was getting vigerously pounded frum back sied so she felled mid way and died. Then alicorn happened *And then the mods came by and laughed at that, then fucking left it there, like what the fuck?* Then kinkor stuff happens and then stuff and more and then castle. At castle oshuwatt crash into wall. Oh noe, she die gain. Unfortunatly plot armor save her and shit and stuff and what and memes and please help me im trapped inside of FimFic HQ and they're forcing me to make shitty stories making fun of 4chan help plz send help and more memes. Sun fuck queerstioned what swalot was doin in castle at that time of day and skylight said something about 4chan. Moon Face then came out of ceiling and laughed, declairing that fuckface sunfuck and her had taken doen 4chin. "Faggots, CHRIST COMPELLS YOU!" Sun fuck and moon fist then got sent 2 hells where they got fucked by that 3 headed dogg daily. I tink his naem is snoooooop daeg. What happen next? Foind out in teh next episodes of dragns bl z Twilight sparkle was staring at her computer, wide-eyed. It had only been two weeks since the technology able to link multiple interfaces together on one online social network, and something like this had already came out. She scooted back out of her chair, and carefully trotted down the stairs, as if to not wake spike up. Walking up to the refrigerator,  she scooted it to the side slightly to reveal a smaller cooler behind it. Opening it, there was a bottle with golden brown liquid inside, with the label "In case of Emergencies" . Twilight walked back to her room after moving the fridge back into place, having the rather large bottle in tow. Once she got into her room, she popped a cork off of the top of said bottle and chugged the entirety of its contents. She then opened a window, and tossed the bottle into the amusingly well placed garbage can below, not even causing it to break. She then closed the window, stared at her computer from her bedside for a few moments, and then went to sleep.