Rampage: Equestria's Punishment

I woke up to the sound of knocking at the door, just great, I groaned in annoyance as I was actually enjoying that sleep. I got up and walked toward the door in an exhausted manner. I opened the door to be greeted by the mailmare, 'Derpy', I think that was her name. She'd been delivering boxes of mail for me since last year. About twelve times, one for every month that passed by on this shitty nation, 'Equestria'. I've been  pissed off for the longest time for the amount of greed, monarchy, and ignorance that is displayed every single day on this god forsaken rock. "Morning Bill", she said enthusiastically.

I groaned,"morning Derpy, how are you". She had hands and legs, but hooves for feet and she had a pretty decent bust, to me it looks like a 23D cup. She smiled brightly, and said that she got another package, and this one's heavier than the rest. I nodded understanding what she was insisting, I grabbed the bottom of the package and lifted I brought it into my house and put it on the couch and went back out. "Want a drink". She looked back happily, and nodded. I went back inside and looked in the fridge, milk, whiskey, tequila, I went to the cabinet and brought out some coffee and tea. "Coffee, tea, milk, and liquor", I said motioning to all of the refreshments, adding liquor as a joke.

She took a moment and answered,"coffee please". I got the tea pot lit and waited for the water to boil. I told her and insisted that she can have a seat. She took a seat reluctantly and got comfortable and broke the silence,"thank you very much for your hospitality and everything but I'm curious." I paused before asking her what it was. She must have been a bit nervous because she was quiet before saying, "those boxes are always heavy, what exactly is in them". I smiled knowing how to get my myself out of situations like these. I always have, being a believable liar is important.

"These are for a little arts and crafts project and it involves a bit of steel, which is why they are heavy", I answered. She nodded, understanding. But I assured her that this was the last of the packages and that she doesn't have to worry about it anymore, and that I would be able to take care of all of this on my own.

"Well that's a relief", she said relieved. I got up to check up on the tea pot to see if the water was good to go. It was steaming slightly, good enough it's not too hot. I got the mugs ready and ground up the coffee beans and scooped some sugar into the mugs. Then I added the hot water, I put the pot back and shut off the stove. I brought the cups back to the living room and gave her a mug and sat down with her. I took a sip and asked her about anything happening with her, wanting to be polite and not sit there all awkward and everything.

"Well I might've accidentally crashed into town hall and caused some trouble and expenses if they didn't give me the payment option which helped a lot", she explained. I listened to the rest of her stories, most of them misfortunes. But after a few minutes she got up to leave. "I should probably go, if my boss catches me late on any more deliveries he might fire me". I nodded understanding, and told her it's fine. She went out the door and said goodbye, I said goodbye too and closed the door behind her.

I went back to the couch and opened the box, more of my Kevlar plates sweet!!! I could finally reconstruct my armor again. I missed the thing and haven't been performing my true skills since I died.... Oh well, now it's time to get back in business. I went to my room and got the rest of the armor and brought it, I grinned goofily at how this was bringing back all kinds of memories of how I fucked the U.S. over three major times in a row. Once I was done I went back into the room to get all of my guns out.

The first was my trusty MP7 10mm round firing submachine gun, it was a good gun, helped me out countless times. The next was the MP9, the cousin of the MP7, fired the same rounds and had the same capacities for the bullets in each magazine. Then finally the M9 semi-auto pistol, it had a 15 round 9mm magazine capacity. I started loading each bullet into the correct clips until each were filled up to its' limit. At the end I had the armor and a total of 45 magazines, 20 for the MP7 and 20 for the MP9 and 5 for the M9 pistol. "There", I muttered. "Almost ready".

I made my way into the guest room and lifted the carpet and opened the trap door underneath, I then brought out all kinds of materials that were all needed into making some classic IEDs, ( Improvised Explosive Device). I started working with all the wiring, making sure it was all being connected like it should be. It was, so the only thing left was to make the explosive part of the IED, I filled some plastic bottles with plenty of flammable fluids and hooked them up to the detonators.

I then stood up and admired all of the work I just put together. FUCK CELESTIA, my perfect world has to begin with force and violence, even if it must be done with blood.

My work is not over, it never was, not when they killed me and certainly not now. Not when I have plans of my own to change Equestria for the better.