Madness Combat: Somewhere In FOE

Somewhere in Nevada

Hank regained consciousness. Getting up, he looked over his surroundings before trying to recollect what just happened. He just saw Tricky as some demonic...thing, he once again massacred a group of A.A.H.W; chainsawing a giant agent with two spikes in his head, before Tricky returned and threw him through a building where he felt himself falling. Seeing what broke his fall, a unlucky agent who was smoking a cigarette, Hank took the agent's handgun and got up.

He was in front of another gray building again. If Hank could sigh he would, just another day he thought to himself as he entered the building. Two ATP Engineers saw Hank and pulled out their weapons; a knife and a shotgun. Hank parries a swing from one engineer before grabbing his knife before stabbing him in the head. Quickly turning around and firing his handgun at the shotgun engineer. Yellow blood splattering on the wall. Grabbing the shotgun, Hank enters the next room and immediately knocking a grunt in the head with the butt of the gun. Some more agents come after him but before they could fire, Hank shoots four of them before grabbing a nearby machete on a table and stabbing the remaining ones.

A nearby soldat spots the carnage below before going to his chat log. Opening chat with someone named BIGBADAUD999.

(OBSV075 is typing...)

OBSV075: Hold on a sec, I heard gunfire.

(OBSV075 is typing...)

OBSV075: It's Hank, brb, I'll get him.

He armed himself with a Desert Eagle before leaving the room.

(BIGBADAUD999 is typing...)

BIGBADAUD999: Don't try anything yet. I already warned you about Hank's destructive potential. I'm going to try to transport the building with these coordinates. Do not try anything stupid. Warn the others and get out!

(BIGBADAUD999 is typing...)

BIGBADAUD999: Hello?

Hank continued through another room, shooting several grunts in the process before trying to decide which room to enter next. A door to the left and an elevator to the right. Hank makes his choice as a soldat with a desert eagle enters from the left door and fires at Hank. Who casually strafes the shot and kicks the gun out of the soldat's hand. Beating him to death in a straight up fist fight. Entering the door was a great decision, for when Hank looked around, it was an armory. Grabbing a dragon sword and a P90. Hank goes up some stairways where several members of the A.A.H.W of different ranks were waiting for him. Unfortunately for them, they easily underestimated Hank. Who slaughtered his way through the ranks of units. Before progressing further, Hank took a few seconds to spot a message that has just been typed on a computer desk. Looking it over, Hank read in his head.

BIGBADAUD999: Hello Hank

(BIGBADAUD999 is typing...)

BIGBADAUD999: Nice to see you've fallen for a trick I had planned for you.

(BIGBADAUD999 is typing...)

BIGBADAUD999: It is unfortunate that I had to sacrifice a few to get you here. But sometimes, losses are necessary

(BIGBADAUD999 is typing...)

BIGBADAUD999: Have a good day.

The last thing Hank saw when a loud noise came from above was a large white light, beaming down on him. To others in the distance, a large circular beam shot down from the red sky and covered the entire building. When it cleared, so was the building itself.

Hank was thrown into a wall by the blast. Getting back up Hank was about to shrug off what happened until something out of the window caught his attention.

The area was no longer endless gray ground stretching itself over the horizon. Instead, Hank was looking at a surprisingly dark greenish pasture. Grass was present, as well as a lot more trees then in Nevada. Furthermore, it seems the sky wasn't red. In fact it looked almost night time. Hank couldn't help but spot some figures in the distance running towards the area.

Before he can get to a conclusion of whether to step into the area or not, an ATP engineer somehow successfully got himself enough distance behind Hank to get a slash on him. Hank still acted fast enough to avoid the lethal slash, but managed to get his back cut a bit. He responded harshly by parrying the next slash and headbutting the engineer. Stomping on his head just as the engineer was about to get back up. He could worry about some unusual land later. There were still members of the A.A.H.W in the building; probably searching for Hank, himself. Grabbing a AK-47 off of a dead soldat, Hank reloaded the rifle and decided to go back a few rooms to check for any survivors.

Stop running! Fucking whore! What will it take for you to learn that males are superior?!

Run.

That is all Octavia Melody could think as she attempted to sneak off and escape the town of Ponyville. She had no clothing on save for a black collar on her neck. Her former best friend and partner Vinyl Scratch, now a obedient red collar, tipped off some caribou of her plans to escape her master, a rich noble caribou. Breaking a window at night. She was able to at least leave the house. Only to find five caribou guards waiting for her.

Thought you could run away slut? Breaking a rich noble's window is definitely getting you the purple collar cunt!

Octavia still considered herself lucky she was even able to get out of the situation. Had it not been for another black collar mare throwing a rock at one of the caribou to distract them, Octavia took the chance and ran. She didn't get a good look of the mare but maybe later she might meet her again. She could think of that later more though. While escaping, she saw a bright explosion in the sky and watched as a large gray building came falling down and landing. Shocked as she was, she decided to run to the area, hoping it might have been a calling.

Octavia stopped at the entrance of the building. She noted how bizarre that no such decor existed on the building. It was just...bland. The former cellist decided she has no choice however. It's either whatever is inside, or being eternally fucked by angry misogynist stags.

To say it wasn't the best decision is an understatement.

Upon entering the area, Octavia found herself witnessing a creature straight out of a drawing. It had no visible arms. Instead, it's hands were floating mid-air. It wore a black almost ninja-like garbs coupled with a bandanna on both it's head and jaw. It was grabbing another creature of the same structure. Instead it wore a gray jacket and had no visible facial features save for a cross on it's face. It was struggling against the one wearing a bandanna before it's head was torn off by it.

The now bloodied creature suddenly and instinctively turned itself to Octavia, it to had a cross but was wearing red goggles, staring straight at her. Before she can even comprehend what to do or even think, Octavia found herself instantly pinned against a wall with the creature pointing a knife at her throat. She opened her mouth in shock but was surprised to see this creature had no intent to rape her. It obviously looked like it wanted answers; evidenced by the the tilted head, but before she could reply, the door opened and the same five caribou that confronted her stepped in.

Hank never felt so confused in his life. First he gets taken to some bizarre land he has next to no knowledge about, then hes looking at a creature he has never seen before. The one he was staring at was a gray horse thingy, the best way he could describe if he could speak. It had no clothing save for a black collar on her neck. To anyone not aware of Equestria's downfall, they would be a shimmering wreck if they saw this. Hank however, never really focused on love or nudity or porn. It wasn't his thing. But instincts are instincts so perhaps he could get some answers out of this one.

Before he could, the door opened and five more creatures stood out. They were clearly male. Had muscles and wore armor that made Hank laugh... if he could. It was just crude iron and leather strapped onto their chests. Their "boy town" clearly out; a target of opportunity of Hank saw one. One stood in front of the group and shouted at him.

'What is that...thing? It's obviously a male...Whatever. If you understand us, give us the whore or else were taking her by force! If you don't, we will capture you. Then we'll turning you to King Dainn, turn you into a female and have your anal jacked in!' He roared. Hank stopped for a few seconds. Looking back at the mare then at the caribou standing before him, battle axes in their hands.

Did I travel back in time? he thought as he changed looks between the caribou and mare. After seeing her face of fear, Hank made his choice.

Hank threw his knife straight into the lead caribou's head, enough force to go through and have the blade stick out at the end of the stag's skull. The caribou instantly dropped dead.

'YOU FUCKING BASTERD!' a caribou roared as he charged at Hank, battle-axe in hand swinging at him. Hank casually shoved the mare out of the way and rolled out of the way. Pulling his AK from his back to taking fire, pumping the caribou full of lead before shooting another in his 'pride-and-joy' causing the caribou to scream out. His screams dying out as Hank picks up a knife and shanks the caribou's throat. A fourth caribou charges at Hank only for him to grab his antlers and rip one off, shanking him in the throat before shoving him to the ground. A fifth caribou was running and Hank was sure to go and hunt him down before a gunshot nearly hits him. A soldat was about to fire his rifle at him, but Hank used the antler he had and threw it at a force that it pierced him in the torso. Yellow blood splattering onto Octavia just as she was getting up. Shocking her.

Hank casually walked over to the mare and pointed a knife at her. Seeing as how she didn't understand him and was too shocked to answer him, Hank realized as much as he'd regret it, he needs answers. Giving her a quick slap, and watching the mare quickly regain composure, only to realize she was slapped. She stood up but immediately backed down seeing the knife. Slowly she watched the creature make hand gestures which she guessed was sign language. After watching the creature's hand movements. She understood and answered.

"My name is Octavia Melody." she answered, "You are currently in Equestria...or what it is now. Now were forced under the rule of King Dainn"

King Dainn? is that some kind of joke of a name? Hank thought.

"I am going to have to ask you this." she continued, "Did you know a caribou just escaped"

So what? Hank once again thought.

"He's going to report you to the rest of the Caribou. Your a target now."

Great, just another day.

Hank simply stood. 'Just a normal day' he thought as he began to leave. Arming himself with his dragon sword and grabbing a MP5k, he was about to leave until Octavia put her hand on his shoulder.

"Wait. I know this isn't much of a good time to explain. But there are other mares enslaved all over Equestria. There is a large barn once known as Sweet Apple Acres forced to operate as a house for breeding mares and sex plants. Please, I know this may not be your thing but I promise we could find someone who can give you better info here." she said extending her arm, "So please, can you consider this?"

Hank stood in silence. Normally he'd just kill for fun. But he is lost. He has no one else to contact. He has a likely bounty on his head. At the same time however, how powerful was this king? What is he getting himself ready for? Is that damn clown coming back?

Hank began to weigh these options not sure what to do. After a few minutes Hank made his choice. A choice that will soon lead to Caribou brains making perfect replacements for buckets of paint.

He shook hands.

Hank and Octavia slowly leave the building. A lone grunt dressed in a apron coming out of a door and seeing the carnage left behind, just sighed, took his mop out of the bucket and began the process of mopping things up.