Author's Note

"So put your glasses on
Nothing will be wrong..."
-PENPALS, "Tell Me Why" (the opening for the 1997 version of Berserk).

Wild Horses

It was Mail Bag Day on Cartoon Planet, and Space Ghost was getting started by reading the first of several fan letters.

“Dear Space Ghost, get lost! Brak is so much better, and he shouldn't just be restricted to one show, he should be host of Cartoon Planet and Coast to Coast too! Sincerely, Octavia Melody, Pawny Vile, Equasria,” Space ghost said, gradually switching to a more mocking tone of voice and purposely mispronouncing the place names out of spite.

“Yay, more ponies like me!” Brak said happily.

“This is the eightieth 'Space Ghost sucks, make Brak the host' letter this month! What's wrong with these ponies!?” Space Ghost asked angrily.

Zorak laughed before responding, “I've been telling you this all along, lots of people don't like you.”

Space Ghost reached to zap Zorak with his powerbands before a he lowered his hand and asked, “say Zorak, were all of those nukes you buried around Equestria just a bluff, or were you telling the truth?”

“Oh those nukes are real believe me, burying those things was a real pain in the thorax.”

“And that detonator you had, it can work from up here right?” Space Ghost continued, bringing up a space view of the Equestrian continent on the monitor in front of his desk.

“Yup, it can reach halfway across the galaxy, I never settle for the cheap stuff.”

“So, if I were to accidentally throw this detonator and it were to accidentally land on your prison pod and you were to villainously hit the button, all the nukes would go off?”

“Throw it over here and I'll show you,”

As Space Ghost threw the device to Zorak, Brak rose to his feet shouting, “No, not the ponies!”

“Too late!” Zorak shouted back as he slammed down on the button.

All across his screen, Space Ghost saw the continent of Equestria glow brightly, being consumed by a the unmistakable light of nuclear fire.

“Wow Zorak, you weren't kidding!” Space Ghost said, amazed.

“See, I told you,” Zorak replied. “You do know that you've just killed our only audience outside of Toonami Aftermath right?”

“Having nothing but Toonami Aftermath is for the best, they don't talk about how Brak should be the host endlessly. They may have a lot of pictures of Moltar over there, but they're too busy with their Daft Punks, You You Hockey Shows, and demanding that Slam Dunks be brought back to pick a favorite,” Space Ghost reasoned.

“Keep telling yourself that...” Zorak said quietly before being swiftly zapped by Space Ghost.

As Zorak tried to brush the soot off of himself, the room was filled with deafening cries.

“Those poor ponies!” Brak wailed, tears streaming down his face.

“Don't worry Brak, I'm sure that some of them probably survived and they'll be able to keep their species going in some sort of nuclear wasteland,” Space Ghost said reassuringly.

“You mean the ponies could come back someday?!” Brak asked excitedly, his tears stopping immediately.

“You betcha, the radiation may even mutate them, giving them even better traits, like shinier fur or tentacles!”

“Oh boy, I can't wait for that!”

“Either that or it'll just kill them all,” Zorak said quietly.

“Shh, don't let Brak hear that, he'll start crying again,” Space Ghost replied.

And with that, Space Ghost moved on to the next cartoon segment as planned, ignoring the nuclear devastation that had just been unleashed on pony home world.