Moral Sword: A Osiris Story

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*TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH* Fuck, that's loud. This rifle is great at fucking up diamond dogs. What happened? I was going into a nearby town, known as 'Ponyville'. Fuck, that's pretentious. It screams 'We're racist, segregating motherfuckers!' Like there's no other species here. So, I walked into town and guess what? There's 30 or so diamond dogs throwing ponies into cages. Rather then just leaving them there, I decided to fuck it and opened fire. After saving them and unlocking the cages, one of the 'Bearers' of the 'Elements Of Harmony', Rainbow Dash, decided to try to kick my ass. As she was about to hit me, I side-stepped and sliced her wing clean off. "AHHHH!!! BUCK!!" She screamed in agony.

"Seriously? 'Buck'. You're a fucking dumbass. Partly for that, mostly for attacking the person who saved your blue ass." I sneered. Wow, 'Loyalty' my ass. "And if you have any intelligence what-so-ever, you won't attack me again. Bye." With that, I walked away. Yeah, I know about the wedding and that bullshit, but her natural pony racism means that I'm instantly evil because I'm a changeling, or that I look different. Hey, look! She's about to jump on me from behind. I feign ignorance until she jumps, in which I side-step again and grab her out-stretched fore leg. I spin her 180 degrees and I kick her just behind her shoulder is and I pull, ripping her foreleg off. I let go, causing her to slam into the granite fountain. R.I.P. Her ribs/spine. Fluttershy comes galloping around the corner and sees her friend. Y'know, the rainbow half-Pegasus beside the fountain, bleeding? Yeah, her. So, Fluttercunt just stares at me. Rather than succumbing to it, I simply look her in the eye and....

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She starts shaking, frozen in place. What the fuck did I do? I used my own 'Stare'. I literally played all the horrors I've seen using emotions at her. I walked up to her and slapped her across the muzzle. When she hit the ground, she coughed out blood and teeth. "Yeah," I said as I kneeled in front of her, my muzzle an inch from her ear. "You regret that, don't you, bitch. Bye. Have fun with PTDTTFYFWMSD. (Post Traumatic Due To The Fact You Fucked With Moral Sword Disorder) And before you ask, it exists now. Great job." A rather large crowd of ponies who were gathered starts galloping at me. Fuck, this'll be bad. For them.

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With that, I unfold my wings and activate the plasma shield runes, creating a front-facing shield. The ponies stop, confused. Or at least they were, before 1 foot of arcane death arrived from the stratosphere at mach 3 or some shit. I don't know that type of math. Anyway, the wave of plasma melted half the crowd, and the other half's skulls were introduced to the shock wave that came from above, their skulls so taken with it they flattened. Their brains didn't approve of the relationship and left, seeking new residence on the ground. In short, they all died. "Anyone else?" Some dumbass galloped at me, and I shot him with my revolver, the lightning bolt (Plasma) went straight through his skull, and heated up his brain so much it exploded. I dodged it. "Huh, what a fuckin' shame. If any of you ponies want to join him, come forward now." When everyone backed off, he walked into a probably bakery, and ordered a vanilla cupcake and strawberry-banana smoothie, paying for it with 7 bits. After scanning it, it wasn't poisoned, so.... I rent a room for the night, and I go to sleep.