My little pony: Friendship is Fucked

My little pony: friendship is fucked
Chapter 5 "Having a blue dream..."

Written by: Liam C.

The year was 1970...

Name: Charles D. Evergreen
Age: Twenty three years old
Date of birth: July 7th, 1947, 11:45 pm
Rank: Petty officer first class
Branch: Navy, seal team 1 1966 - 1969, Underwater demolition team 1969 - 1971
Current status: M.I.A, presumed K.I.A
Sex: Male
Height: 6'3 and 11 inches
Weight: 223 pounds and 7 ounces

Bio: Charles D. Evergreen, The son of highly decorated world war one veteran Jackson C. Evergreen and son of Elizabeth G. Baker a famed lawyer and daughter of the prime minister of Switzerland. Charles evergreen lived for eight years in Birmingham England and with the financial support of his family moved to new york city where he met a feared character by the name of Christopher Jameson white.

Together the duo had several illegal hustles in south Bronx, Brooklyn, new jersey, Baltimore city, and Manhattan. With Charles being the person who managed the illegal operations while Chris did the dirty things like minor extortion, illegal gambling, moonshining, production, and sale of drugs including marijuana, cocaine, heroin, weed, and other prescription drugs. They also dabbled in stealing cars, siphoning and sealing quote 'used' gas, stealing and selling radios and televisions, and several other small-time illegal acts that all together brought in 49,877 dollars every week.

Chris White joined the United States army in 1962 at the age of 20 years old. He later was recorded to have joined MACV-SOG. Charles on the other hand, was drafted into the navy in 1967 and later met the requirements to join the famed 'Underwater demolition team' a couple of months into his service in the navy. Both Chris and Charles served in the Vietnam war with Charles dying in September of 1970 when he set off a makeshift grenade trap that blew both his legs off and killed him. But when the large firefight ended his corpse practically disappeared in thin air, leaving the only evidence of his death to be the several eyewitnesses who heard and saw him tossing and turning in agony.

Another myth that spread like wildfire within the navy ranks (so much though that the five-star general at the time even heard about it) was that there was a faint golden aura surrounding Charles as he went limp from blood loss. But these claims were quoted as 'dismissed' by the president and head of security (Yes the controversy was picked up and thrown out by President Nixon and his head of national security). But the central intelligence agency has kept an active and open file about the case in the chance any more evidence shows up. But ever since none has, so they are looking at closing the file up for good.

I and luna could not believe our eyes, my long-dead friend was standing right there, right fucking there.

"Oi is the both of you just going to stand there or what?" Charles said, "Thy human, what is the meaning of this? We thought thou friend was dead?" Luna asked.

"So did I Lu, but turns out I'm wrong. Look Charles I did not know you were dead man the navy officer just called me one day in 71' and told me 'oh hey, yeah your friend's dead bye!' So I didn't know what to think!" I told Charles and Luna.

"71'? NINETEEN SEVENTY-ONE!?!? I BLOODY DIED IN 1970 WANKA!" Charles yelled, "Look, Charles listen to me man! I am telling the fucking truth the navy decided to wait longer because they couldn't find your body so they labeled you M.I.A until they could confirm you weren't captured or anything. Then they called me in mid-February after I got home from Vietnam." I said

"Ugh, God...GOD DAMNIT! Fuckin'ell Those bastards! Fucking Tia, that motherfucking bitch I will rip her fucking balls off I FUCKING SWEAR!" Charles said, "THY HUMAN WILL NOT HARM OUR SISTER!!! OR BE CURSED WITH THE WRATH OF TWENTY THOUSAND SUNS AND MOONS!!!" luna yelled in her 'special voice' sending every drunkard flying out of the bar.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF THE LASS IS YOUR SISTER. SHE FUCKED ME AND SHE FUCKED HIM AND YANG YOU BLOODY RETARD!!!" Charles yelled back, and oh boy I could see luna's eyes turn into a light blueish haze and stared at Charles menacingly. But Charles didn't back down for he has seen worse, "OI, Ye gonna use yer moon powers Nightmare-" Charles couldn't finish as he was blasted through two solid wood and concrete walls plus a window's.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH WHAT THE FUCK LUNA CALM THE FUCK DOWN BEFORE YOU BLOW UP THE ENTIRE FUCKING BUILDING!!!" I yelled, "EH, WHAT THE FUCK!?- WHAT THE GODAMN!!!?" I could hear cold brew yell on the top of his lungs.

"WE SHALL SMITE THY PATHETIC WELT WITH THE WRATH OF A THOUSAND MOONS!!! " Luna yelled like a fucking maniac as she tried to divebomb Charles who was smart enough to barrel roll out of the way, but not before getting whiplash from an extremely powerful blast of energy that also caused a good chunk of the building to explode.

At this point, I didn't know what to do until I remembered I had a bottle of chloroform and a spare rag. I had only one chance to drug luna before she commits more acts of domestic terrorism or straight-up terrorism, I dosed a rag full of the shit and waited until luna was vulnerable.

I aimed ahead and took a shot, she was open and I tackled her and pinned her to the ground, and stuck the rag around her muzzle and mouth until she passed out due to chloroform poisoning.

"OI! I need some fuckin' help over here! Please!" Charles yelled to me, I quickly ran over and tried to help him up but he fell back down.

"AGH!! ARGH!! MY FUCKIN' LEG!!! THAT GODAMN NUTTER BROKE ME FUCKIN' LEG!" Charles yelled in raw agony, "Oh Christ! What the hell happened to your legs man! There fuckin' broken inwards!" I said, which didn't help because Charles looked down and went pale. As if he was going into shock.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH fuck, OH FUCK!!! MY LEGS!!! ME FUCKIN' LEGS, THAT GODAMN NUTTER! IM GONNA FUCKIN' KILL HER! FUCK YOU BITCH!! FUCK YOU AND YER GODAMN MOON COCKSUCKER!!!" Charles screamed in fear, pain, And rage. Raw rage that's uncensored. "Charles, Charles, CHARLES!!! calm the fuck down!" I said.

"HOW DO YE CALM THE FUCK DOWN WHEN YOUR LEGS ARE SMASHED INWARDS YE BLOODY WANKA!?!?" Charles yelled at me,

"BY TAKING A DEEP FUCKING BREATH!!! BREATH THE FUCK IN THROUGH YOUR MOUTH AND BREATH FUCK OUT THROUGH YOUR GODAMN NOSE!!!" I yelled back.

I managed to get Charles to calm the fuck down and sat him in the car. I splinted both his legs and gave him an old syringe of morphine. I grabbed luna and my liquor and packed up my shit and was going to go until I heard a twelve-gauge get fired into my car door, I saw cold brew try to fire rounds into the car. I locked the door and drove off, Charles took an m1917 single action six-shot revolver and fired rounds off at cold brew as we were driving off. But cold brew managed to land one buckshot slug into the rearview mirror, while the other two lodge themselves into my shoulder blade.

"Agh fuck me! Oh, oh fuck me!!" I yelled as I saw my shoulder blade bleeding profusely as I then speeded up from 65 to 124 miles per hour in about 12 seconds.

"Oh, fuckin'ell!! Yer bloody shoulder!" Charles said, "don't worry about that! We need to get to a fuckin' hospital right the fuck now!" I said.

"Lad, do ye want the fuckin' royal guard on yer ass because of the gunshot wounds, my criminal record, and because of nightmare moon 2.0 back there? No, I don't think so but I know of a place to lay low and I also know a guy who knows a gal who can patch up the wound." Charles said, "Damnit!! Your right, Charles wheres this hideout and this gal!?" I asked

"I'll tell you on the way, now step on it, Chris your driving let me fuckin' grandmother!" Charles said, as he looked out the window to see a group of griffens chasing us.

It had been several hours since the shit show and I was hauling ass down the road away from the griffenstone shit show. Needless to say, cold brew somehow pulled a shotgun on me, but as I said, Charles put a Round right between his eyes. We probably won't be welcomed there for a long time. But Charles, fortunately, knew of a place to lay low, an old abandoned house a couple of miles from canterlot that nobody was interested in and wouldn't be for quite a while. And he knew of a certain butterscotch Pegasus mare that he didn't tell me about until we were there.

"So, Er, Charles what have you been doin' since you's got here?" I asked, "Well lad, Oi've been workin' fer a couple of griffen equivalent of wiseguys. And Oi've done some odd more semi-legal things like some of the shite me and you did way back." Charles said.

"So you's been stealin' gasoline, cars, radios, alcohol, drugs, and sellin' them? Or have them griff's not learned how to make fuckin' cars yet?" I asked, "Oi, yeah like I'd ever let you pull me into that shite again. But yes, they've discovered gasoline, oil, and gunpowder. I'd say there is at least 1908? Maybe 1924? Fuck if I know." Charles answered.

"Oi, now it's my time to ask questions. What the 'ell are we gonna do with sleepin' beauty back there?" Charles asked, "Fuck if I know, we's gonna just go with the fuckin' flow I guess, after we get my shoulder and your legs fixed first." I said in my new yorker accent.

"Ha! So lad, you still have that bloody accent?" Charles said chuckling a bit, "And you still have that retarded tea drinker accent?" I said loudly.

"I guess so Chris!" Charles said loudly trying and failing to copy my accent.

"Does thy humans know that we are no longer asleep?" Luna said smugly, she was the Princess of the night after all it'd be stupid if she couldn't wake herself up whenever she wanted.

"Oi, fuckin'ell not this shite again!" Charles yelled, "ALRIGHT THE BOTH OF YOU'S SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!!! WE ARE NOT DOIN' THIS SHIT IN MY FUCKIN' CAR! OR I WILL FUCKIN' KILL YOU'S BOTH!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs causing both of them to flinch

"ALRIGHT!! Jesus christ lad! I understand just gotta worry about this fuckin' nutter!" Charles said point at luna with his tumb, she bit down on it with her fangs drawing blood and causing him to recoil.

"OW! fuckin'ell ye bloody fuckin' wankarse nutter!" Charles said loudly, "That is our revenge thy human, for threatening our sister's life. And as for you Chris, You needth worry about us, for we shall not do anything rash. Less thou's imbecile friend does anything that would cause us to think otherwise." Luna said,

"I am not!! Yer the bloody nutter! Ye bit my fuckin' thumb and blasted me through several fucking walls you jerk off! And broke me fuckin' legs in six different fuckin' ways!" Charles said, "Alright, THE BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP BEFORE I FUCKING PURPOSEFULLY KILL US ALL BY DRIVING OFF A CLIFF!!!" I yelled in rage.

Everyone kept their lips shut after that. And we continued driving, Luna then lost it once she saw my shoulder bleeding profusely.

"OH DEAR FAUST!! CHRIS! WHAT HAPPENED TO THY ARM WHILST WE WERE ASLEEP!?" Luna screamed causing me to swerve, and the Israeli pressure bandage to come to loose a little allowing bright red arterial blood to spill out.

"Relax, lulu. I have the shit covered! Only two out of three large buckshot slugs pierced my arm, the other broke my fucking rearview mirror." I said, as I quickly set it back in its place and it stopped the bleeding again. "We are going to visit a friend of Charles who Charles knows that can fix my arm and his legs," I said to luna who calmed down a bit afterward.

"Damnit these bandage isn't working!!" I said frustrated. "Well, what do you expect lad, you just got shot in the bloody shoulder with buckshot!" Charles said.

"Alright, fuck this!!! I'm cleaning and cauterizing this shit!" I yelled in anger as I parked the car and got out. It was early morning and it was twilight right now, I got into the trunk and pulled out several things.

Black powder, several matches, a lighter, hemostatic sponge, anti-microbial liquid, several bandages, two large waterlogged gauze pads, and a roll of bandages.

I used pliers to slowly, and painfully pull out two large bits of buckshot. And then I poured a bit of the anti-microbial liquid to clean out the utterly massive fucking gunshot wound. I swear this couldn't have been godamn buckshot! unless it was full power, double ot buck.

I then used scissors to cut a fairly large-sized chunk of the hemostatic sponge and placed it into the wound. I waited a couple of minutes for the sponge to clot the veins and minor artery, and I then took out the sponge and got rid of it and I then poured some black powder into the wound.

What comes next WILL FUCKIN' HURT.

I then lit several matches and shoved them into the wound causing me to realize a blood-curdling scream in agony. I also raised the volume of the scream intentionally so I could try and focus on something else.

"AAARRGGH!!! FUCK!!! GODAMNIT!!! SHIT!! FUCK!!! ASSHOLE DICK FUCKING SON OF A BITCH ASS COCKSUCKING GODAMN!! MARY AND JOSEPH!! ASS!!" I yelled a horrific slue of slurs to try and ignore the immense pain that is putting burning black gunpowder into a fresh open wound.

We could hear thy human yell offensive words in agony. We looked over out a window in this vehicle and saw thy human sticking flaming sticks into his arm, he had a pained look on his face.

We were horrified at what Chris was doing but we eventually he stopped. We saw that his 'gunshot' wound was sealed up and replaced with several horrific burns around the wound but alas, it was healed.

He then rinsed his burns with a large metal canteen like the ones that the...guard used, The same ones. The canteen was a large metal tin with the same worn rough green cloth-like material. Tis' was the same type of canteens we found in an old armory that was buried and caved in deep below our castle.

In the year 2525...

Or more precisely 1759 years ago...

Tis' was many moons ago, in the construction of our castle we found a vault within' the deep wastelands of the desert. There was deep foliage surrounding the area along with several skulls and skeletons in strange green uniforms armed with dusty and rusty with several dings and scratches. What we didn't tell thy human was that...

Humans in the uniforms we saw in this 'Vietnam' were found here. Thousands and even millions, some in large fur hats with what Chris calls "Ak-47's" or Kalashnikov rifles. Others in green uniforms, some with tiger stripe-like patterns that act as camouflage when used in a forest or jungle-like setting. Certain weapons like the 'm1911' as Chris said or 'm16s' and 'm14s' as Chris has shown us.

Equestrians in the early days found many of these stashes with several different types of armor, weapons, explosives, currency, and language. Our kind used to use these thing's to our advantage, we formed old equestrian from old books with hard leather covers and gold crosses implanted into the cover of the book. It was called a 'bible' and we used these books to form old equestrian though we fear ponies have forgotten such language and lessons learned from these books like 'peace' and 'kindness' are still around, in a way the other lessons were abandoned and replaced by Tia's extremely flawed and at the time borderline racist lessons.

Tia has always hated these humble lessons by this being called 'god' and his son. Tis is saddening but unfortunately, Tia always had an unfair appeal with her loving and controller the sun and being once a pure unicorn instead of a lowly moon-loving Pegasus like we.

Equestrian officers used these tiger stripe uniforms and handguns as their armaments. Whilst the other unicorn enlistments used these old rifles that broke down often and took years to repair until a hundred years later we eventually were able to finalize and transcript the old manuals found within the armories.

The original barracks were located in a luscious eastern coastal city in an old haft dilapidated but still surprisingly sturdy pentagon-shaped building south of a ruined large building white building and crumbling white obelisk that was in a city that also housed a large tomb for missing soldiers. This large Pentagon building was once, from what we could transcribe from old road signs, documents, papers, and strange recordings that were stuck inside strange machines. Tis' building was called the 'Pentagon'.

But Tis saddening that most of what was left of this pentagon caved in or burnt up in the battle with discord. We only won due to strange machines that fired powerful explosives that effectively cornered and eliminated any forces that discord could convince or summon. Though Tia managed to liberate any major documents or manuals she could and stored them within the castle of the two sisters where they still lay.

We have found many human skeletons over the years. And yes, we found the skeletons that belonged to Chris's friends and we found a child skeleton that belonged to... We have said too much.

It was now morning time, the sun was rising, Charles was drunk and privately masturbating under a blanket in the backseat with a playcolt magazine, luna was acting very strange and was avoiding eye contact, and my shoulder blade was feeling like hellfire.

We eventually found said abandoned house an hour later, this house was a blackened borderline ruined house with barely standing walls, broken windows, a large hole in the roof, a destroyed porch, an old greenhouse that is broken to shit, and several other destroyed parts of the house.

I and Luna got out of the car leaving Charles alone to beat his shrimp-sized cock to mare pussies.

The inside of the house was manageable and could be rebuilt. The pipes could be hooked back up pretty easily, there was a still usable cast iron coal stove, and the house was livable and I and luna got to work.

Luna spawned in several hundred pounds of lumber to rebuild the roof. I also convinced her to get me several pipes and plumbing tools to fix the pipes. She also managed to get Charles to fix the greenhouse by arming him with several glass panes and tools to fix the broken parts of the greenhouse.

I was never a plumber but I still managed to get luna to use her magic to weld the pipes together which fixed the piping. Granted, it was more complex than that but It was a boring and uneventful process that I don't want to go into details about.

I also began cleaning the floor and getting rid of old furniture, silverware, food, mold, cobwebs, trash, etc. Anything that couldn't be salvaged, cleaned, or reused was thrown out and scraped.

After a while, I hooked up a makeshift rig that would collect and filter rainwater. Then the contents will empty into a metal cylinder that would be connected to the pipeline in the kitchen. Any used kitchen water would be put into a separate cylinder that would have several large and small particle filters to get rid of debris where the debris with be collected into a compost bin. The water that has been filtered of debris will be sent into a boiler that will boil the water at 290 degrees Fahrenheit and then it will be filtered through a charcoal filter to neutralize any chemical and potential radiological contaminants.

The water filtration and collection system was brilliant and were possible to pull off. It would solve a lot of problems considering that I want to have a steady amount of water so I could plant vegetables and fruits. Who knows maybe even a couple of marijuana plants in the process.

I would also have control over my food, water, land, and things like that. I wanted to also build a garage and armory out of that old decrepit barn I saw down route 34 a couple hundred miles away from griffinstone and ponyville and about 4 miles away from this house. It would be easy to reinforce and I'd be able to stockpile weaponry, explosives, cash, body armor, and basic radio equipment.

I saw other sights on the way like an old rusted-out Sherman tank husk which baffled me but it was still intact surprisingly. Then there was an old gas station, granted then I started to get unnerved at all the human influences, the inside of the gas station was empty and baron with only a few newspapers, rusty jerry cans, and an old Chevrolet Impala in the garage portion of the station. I managed to siphon some gasoline that probably would not be usable but It could be used in a pinch. Yeah, probably not.

There was haft a ruined house down the road with only part of white wall sticking out. There was a white dirty sheet left to act as a shade, and an old rusted recorder player from the 20s. There was a destroyed wooden floor that was stuck in

the ground with the only clues of its existence being a small portion that stuck out along with a human skeleton arm that at the time, I did not see and continued onward without care.

I managed to move everything into the now far more refurbished house, I asked luna to clean the sheets, pillows, clothing, and blankets. Look I'm not sexist or anything, I have no problem with women doing productive manly shit like building fuckin' houses and cars and hunting animals. But there's no other choice, I am the strongest one so I'm the best choice for carrying several hundred pounds worth of gear and war trophies. And Charles is drunk of his ass and is just laying in the sunlight carelessly, and luna is a 145 pound 5'12 pony. So for those people out there who are obsessed to the point of ignorant blindness with social justice, you can go fuck yourself if you think a 145 pound 5'12 pony is a better choice than a 6'9 1/2 tall 246-pound green beret, for carrying several hundred pounds of gear.

After some more time, the house looked a lot better. The holes in the couch were sewed back up, the pipes were fixed, the roof was re-tiled, the windows were fixed, the interior was refurbished with most of the holes fixed and carpet replaced.

"Well, I think the house looks alright at the moment, right luna?" I said, "Well, Thou human has a problem in thy plan. You and I don't own this property but we have a plan." Luna said.

"And what is that? We gonna buy the land?" I asked, "Yes but it shall be in our name. You see thy human thou hast any citizenship papers which means thy human can't purchase any land nor housing. But thy human needth worry because we have citizenship. After all, we have many aliases and can shapeshift at our will." Luna responded

"Intelligent plan, if I may add." I said, "Indeed we were always masters at the art of stealth we were always stronger than our sister." Luna said.

"Strong enough not to get pinched?" I said, "art thou meaning by 'pinched'?" Luna asked.

"It's slang for not 'getting fuckin' arrested," I said, "Well, in that case, we are confident in our abilities," Luna said.

"Alright well, you do that while I and Charles fix up the greenhouse," I said, and then I left her to her own devices.

I walked to the greenhouse and saw instead of a partially fixed building. I saw the westside drunken jackass smoking marijuana, "OI! Ello lad! Wonderful mornin' ain't it?!" Charles yelled down to me.

"Godamnit, charles!! Don't be somkin' that fuckin' blue dream!" I yelled, "Oi so what? We can fix the greenhouse later!" Charles said.

"Damnit, come on! Just help me with cleaning the fuckin' inside pothead, alright!?" I said, "Well wats in it for me?" Charles asked.

"We can grow fuckin' blue dream, the good shit too. Is that alright!?" I said, "Oi now yer speakin' me bloody fuckin' language lad!" Charles.

"And stop callin' me fuckin' lad, Jackass!" I said, "Fuckin'ell! Can you ever take a fuckin' joke?" Charles said.

"Apparently fuckin' not, now get off the fuckin' roof before you break your legs again!" I yelled, "Alright, led the fuckin' way arsehole," Charles said.

"Ugh! Fuckin' stoned drunkard," I told myself.

I and the drunkin' stoner managed to get inside the greenhouse and it was a shithole. Everything was overgrown, fertilizer bags were ripped open and dumped on the floor, weeds were growing through the cracks in the concrete flooring, etc. There was a box full of haze and blueberry weed buds inside of a sealed cabinet that, surprisingly, had everything we needed to grow the shit and make blue dream.

But now there was the problem of fixing up this fuckly shithawked clusterfuck of a greenhouse.

"Well, how in the fuckin'ell are we supposed to fix this, shitehole of a damn pot house?" Charles asked, "Do I look like a fuckin' Carpenter to you? Because in less than the case. Then I haven't a fucking clue Charlie, not a fuckin' clue." I said.

Me and Charles eventually got to work, Charles began to remove the weeds, roots, and dead plants. And I clean up the room, setting back up furniture & lighting, sweeped up debris on the floor, cleaned out clay pots, placed things back into the cabinets, etc.

I also made a list of future things to do after I clean up the room entirely.

The things we needed to do afterward was: re-wire the lighting, fill in the cracks in the floor with fresh concrete, rebuild the glass walls and roof, change and replace the locks, add security measures, and add compost and soil into the pots to make it possible to grow drugs.

Eventually, we cleaned out the room of all the weeds, debris, trash, bugs, rat skulls, and other disgusting things.

T'was a rainy dark night, and cold was the ground. And princess Celestia was in her bedroom, asleep. Her guards surrounding the outside of the room, while Pegasai silently flew around the castle and its bedroom where their ruler lay fast asleep. She was having a pleasant dream that, unknowingly was thanks to her sister luna.

She was dreaming about clouds, flying, and doing tricks in the clouds. Blissfully unaware and ignorant of her sins and crimes against humanity and their god.

Her dream, however, was interrupted. Instead of white fluffy clouds that rained clean refreshing water. They turned into dark smog grey and hardened up into rough endurant things that instead of pure water, poured out greenish-red sulfuric acid. The ground turned from a blue vibrant ocean, changed into a dark blue deep pool filled with mangled human bodies riddled with bullets, some were trying to not drown. Only for them to be either shot, or attacked and killed by sharks. Up ahead was a beach that led into a thick Vietnamese jungle. Several large metal tubs floated on the water and moved towards the beach, armed with loud fast-firing metal boomsticks attached to rectangular metal boxes that were installed onto the roof of the vessel. There were all too familiar creatures, called humans that were wearing green fatigues. Armed with wood and iron boomsticks, some were grizzled while the vast majority had looks of sadistic pleasure or deep dreadful terror for their lives.

Large metal tubes packed with powerful explosives were being catapulted at Inconceivable speeds towards the metal vessels. Some of them exploded sending smaller vessels into the air in a thousand pieces. Other large or larger ones had holes or entire chunks blown off sending mangled bodies flying, some of them were alive and let out blood-curdling screams of terror and sometimes raw adrenaline instead.

After this grizzly sight, another scene played out. Several humans just enough to make up a squad were walking through a hot, thick, and humid jungle. their boots crunching up leaves or branches that they walked slowly over, they appeared to have been crouching likely trying to shrink down their silhouette to make them blend in better with their surroundings. They all had worn out, fatigued and paranoid expressions on their faces, with their eyes flickering around frantically in an uneven pattern. Trying to make out any potential shapes or silhouettes, and that was when everything came apart. These humans started to run to any thick foliage that could hide them or give them ample cover. They started to fire their weapons at another group, this group looked less like an organized military and more of a team of guerrilla fighters.

The other group wore mostly rags, some of them wore and used vaguely similar fatigues and equipment as the adversary. Maybe they were allied coalitionists? The vast majority wore rags, blue or light blue and white flannel rags and neckcloths with additional blond straw hats in the shape of a very obtuse cone. They were armed with wood and iron boomsticks, unlike the entirely black iron boomsticks of the organized force, the boomsticks they used were dented, scratched, keyed, modified, and sometimes slightly rusted which showed off their incredible age.

These were definitely guerrilla fighters and allied coalitionists.

Needless to say, they started to open fire onto each other as the scuffle turned into a swift and very explicit massacre.

The organized group was outnumbered, about 29 to 58 but they still won though, with great casualties on both sides. Several of the green men fell into traps, some were impaled to a tree, others were maimed by compact crudely made explosive devices and some had only their legs impaled by these bamboo spikes they called it?

The end result was a horrific gore feast with the enemy guerrilla fighters eventually being captured. The coalitionists were spared from a rage-fueled execution, but the fighters weren't like their brains splattered onto the ground. One of the fighters was a kid, a kid that looked to be of only 12 years of age. This child no older than a teenage filly or colt saw me, while the others didn't. When he saw me his eyes welled up a bit as he faintly whispered help me, before he... B-before h-he.

Before he was shot in the back of the head with a rifle, his blood, skull fragments, and brain matter sprayed onto my snout and white fur. Painting me in a sickly crimson and white color, in all 2989 years of my very long although not immortal life. Have I felt such a feeling, a feeling of existential dread, and pitiful sympathy for another being? It was there, right there that I realized that,

Life did not matter... Your life doesn't if you could be emotionlessly or hatefully executed for defending yourself. Even if you were white or black. Filly or colt. Gook or spick. Mare or stallion.

Your very existence doesn't matter if your own mother could kill you with a weapon that does not care nor worry about your race, age, gender, economic status, etc.

The gun was designed for one purpose, and ultimately above it, to have only one purpose.

To kill without any form of prejudice.

Luna finally came back after several hours, at this point Charles had left my house to do something in griffenstone.

It was dark outside, and the house was only lit by a few makeshift candles, a cast-iron stove, and a few gas lanterns. Luna teleported out of nowhere and scared the shit out of me.

"Huzzah!! We have finally got thou's paperwork for thee land!" Luna shouted excitedly in my face with scared me fuckless, "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!! GOO-!! Ah, fuck! my godamn ass and back!!" I yelled in pain and surprise as I hit both my back and ass on the table.

"We are sorry for scaring thy human... But we needth to admit, it was pretty funny!" Luna stated as loudly as a new yorker, "Yeah, yeah laugh it up shithawk!" I said.

"So, uh, did you's get it done yet? Or did the shithawks down in fuck town veto it?" I asked, "Well, yes thy human we have received thou's necessary papers. And we needth to say, thou is quite the 'gentlecolt'" luna said.

"Eh, Needless to say, I'm a fuckin' womanizer!" I said.

"But there is one problem, Chris." Luna said, "Eh lay it on me lu I have a solution to every fuckin' problem because I've faced everyone," I said.

"Have thou faced a manticore? We think not so thou hast not dealt with every single one. Anyways though." Luna said as she cleared her throat.

"My sister, has found me," Luna said