DON'T FUCK WITH A MARINE

by Riclo

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Thriller, Tragedy, Profanity, Adventure, Violence, Princess Celestia, Death, Human
Length: 10767

RASERIX VICEROY has had enough of the games, but instead of killing himself like a beta male, he joins the USMC to become a badass so powerful and relentless that even life itself fears him. Winding up in Equestria will put him to the test.

RASERIX VICEROY has had enough of the games, but instead of killing himself like a beta male, he chooses instead to join the USMC. Feeling done with reality and the curse that comes with it, he's ready to turn his life around - to become a badass so powerful and relentless that even life itself fears him. Winding up in Equestria will put him to the test.

Published 2021-11-15 20:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-11-29 18:17:33 UTC

Mission

Heh... I had enough of the games. The stupidity of life. I was done with it all, but instead of killing myself like a little beta male, I opted instead to go join the USMC. Had played some Modern Warfare 2 and 3 in the past, so I knew what I was doing. I was ready to turn it around and become a badass. I was ready to kick life and its reality in the ass and make it fear me.

The days come around, and it's my first day in boot. On that particular day I was more angry and done than I had ever been. I was a ticking bomb, but the constant DI's screaming in my face didn't faze me. It wasn't until one got physical, spitting and pressing his face right up against mine before I lost it. I went berserk on him, brought him to the ground and kicked his ass until he was begging for me to stop. The other DI's came to stop me, but I kicked all of their asses too. It wasn't until I had destroyed over ten dudes before my rage had subsided and I let them take me. It was at that moment the higher ups knew I wasn't some ordinary guy - I was something special.

I became a part of a Special Ops Task Force after that little incident. Was grouped up with some other guys like me - all of them done with life and the curse of reality that came with it. We trained and trained until one day it came time for our first mission. It was all classified - we didn't know shit other than what we were supposed to do - but none of us really gave a damn. We were all bursting at the seams to get out there and kick some ass.

Next day, we were out in an appache headed towards our destination. It was nighttime, with no moon visible in the sky. It was dark as fuck. Me and my buddies rappled down in a remote forest a couple miles away from our target. We were all geared up to the brim, and I was set with my combat attire of choice: A suppressed P90 Sub-machine gun hung by a strap, a suppressed Five Seven pistol as a sidearm held in place by my leg holster, and a Desert Eagle handcannon in a shoulder holster behind my vest for show and tell purposes. I looked on towards the three others that had come with me that night. They nodded, and we set off into the dark.

We would soon come to find that this was no ordinary mission. We scouted out our target - a remote building that looked like it had been abandoned. With the dead of night on our side, we made our advances, sneaking around the perimeter and then making our way inside through the broken windows. We cleared each and every room of the first floor without finding a trace of life. The only thing left was a set of stairs leading underground, and after some hand signs, I was the first to stealth down the steps. My machine gun was raised as I speedily yet efficiently made my way forward down a long, concrete hallway. The only light sources were light-bulbs that lined the ceiling, with one every several feet or so. Me and the group stepped forward with determination until we finally came to the end of the hall, where we saw what appeared to be some flashing lights in a room located right in-front of us. We couldn't see what the source was, but before we could get a closer look, the sudden shouting of an unknown person rang out from inside the room.

"Ke xam nhap? Canh bao canh bao!"

Our cover was blown and gunfire followed right afterwards. I had immediately went prone the instant I heard the voice, where I heard bullets whizzing from above my head. The mong in-front of me was emptying his AK47 down the hall, but before he could get a chance to empty his clip, I burst fired and took him down with silent shots. Other tangos ran forward in-front of me as well, but I mowed them all down - the exclusive high-capacity magazine of my P90 serving me well. After taking down several enemies, there was an abrupt silence in the madness, to which I turned my head back to communicate with my group. Only thing was, though, was that they were all dead. I had ducked under the bullets that went on to kill all three of them.

'Great. By myself, just like old times. Always seems to happen this way doesn't it?' Not wanting to risk a reload, I let go of my SMG, reaching for my Five Seven and pulling it out of the holster. Not knowing if there were any other goons left, I grabbed a flashbang attached to my vest, pulling the pin and underhanding it into the room. One loud bang and a flash of light later, I hastily got back to my feet, aiming the pistol and charging into the room. I aimed into the room eyeing every possible point with hyper-awareness - something I had learned from Black Ops 1 - and seeing as the room was clear, I lowered the pistol. With my focus now away from other guys, I finally noticed what was glaring at me right in the face - a giant, blue, swirling portal thing.

"What the fuck?" I spoke aloud, eyeing around the room in confusion. Control panels and computers were everywhere, and I stepped closer to the machine, holstering my pistol and then reloading my SMG with a fresh new magazine. I raised my hand towards my ear piece. "Command, this is Diamond Wolf. The rest of the group has been killed and I'm the only survivor. Looks like I found the target."

"Copy that. You know what to do next."

Indeed I did - I specifically remembered the mission briefing telling us to blow up the target. I reached for my backpack and pulled it forward off my shoulders, opening it and pulling out four packs of timed C4 explosives. I placed them all around the machine, and using my watch, primed them all to detonate in exactly five minutes. Out of curiosity though, I stepped closer to the portal. These were the very steps that wouldn't just lead to a new chapter of my life: It was a whole new fucking book.

Fresh

"Nnnrgh..."

I felt like my entire body had been thrown around in a hyper-speed roller coaster. It took me a long time before I had the sense of direction to be able to sit up, to which I opened my eyes and saw the swirling world around me.

"What the fuck did I do now?" I shook my head and groaned, pushing the dizziness away just like how it would work in Call of Duty. Having regained enough composure, I got up off of my ass and performed a quick scan of my surroundings. I appeared to be in a building, but it was nothing like the abandoned one I had just been in. This one looked fresh, lined with decorated hallways and lush red carpets. It looked like a damn castle. Something was off. I reached for my ear piece and spoke.

"Command, this is Diamond Wolf. Target should be destroyed, but I lost consciousness and have awoken in unfamiliar territory. Need immediate evac." I waited, then waited some more, but there was no response. "Command?"

The sound of footsteps echoing across the marble floor caught my attention, and immediately like a ninja I zoomed to a nearby vase for cover. I crouched and aimed my P90 at the source, where soon enough some weird dressed up horse-looking creature walked out. I shot it immediately, and after two suppressed shots, it fell to the ground dead.

"Command? Command? Command?" I repeated like a broken record, before shaking my head and scoffing. "Heh, guess I really am by myself. Better get ready." I didn't know where I was or what was going on, but none of that mattered - all I cared about was fucking some shit up. I scouted my surroundings, then I made my way to the body, where I dragged the limp horse underneath a table. His blood was pooling and making a mess, but it was going to have to do for now. At least it blended in slightly with the red carpet. I made my way forward, aiming down hallways and double-tapping every one of those animals that I saw. The whole thing was a bit unsettling - I hadn't seen another human since I woke up - and what kind of animals wore garments and walked around like they had business? I was eager to get to the bottom of this. Before long, I had assassinated several of these things, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before my presence was found.

I was right, it wasn't going to be much longer at all.

"We've got an intruder!! Raise the alarm!!!!!!" I heard a voice shout. Actual words meant I should've been seeing some actual humans now. Seeing as my time was up, I sprinted forward, hastily scouting for a suitable place to hold up a defensive position. The sound of bells dinging outside the walls began to ring, and rounding a corner, I spotted a group of at least six of those horses heading towards me.

"Guard up!!! He's at the WEST WING!!!!!!!!" The sound of a recognizable language coming from that animal left me frozen in disbelief. Did that seriously come from the horse? I was too confused to strike first, leaving me to react defensively as a couple of them chucked javelins at me. I instantly ducked back around the corner, only to see more of those guards running into this other hallway. I was being attacked from both sides, but I wasn't about to not put up a fight. Raising my P90, I opened fire, spraying non-stop across the animals. They dropped just like hogs from my hunting trips, and others that ran in from the other side were downed as soon as they entered my line of sight. They seemed to get the idea as shortly afterwards they stopped rushing me, but it wasn't over yet - I hadn't forgotten about my backside.

I turned around just in time to see that the animals from before had rushed up to flank me while I was distracted. My P90 was unfortunately out in the mag, so I speedily whipped out my Five Seven so fast it was as if I had the sleight of hand perk. There was some kind of weird glowing blue orb surrounding them this time, but opening fire made it shatter like glass, making short use of whatever that stuff was supposed to be. I strafed back and forth as I layed two shots on each tango, and luckily for me, I downed them all before I emptied my mag. Reloading the pistol was alot faster than the P90, so I opted to stick to that until I at least reached a better spot to defend against these goons.

I sprinted down the hallway and rounded corners until I accidentally slammed right into one of those animals. This one was different though - it was a big tall mother fucker compared to the other ones, and its hair was glowing and swirling with bright pretty colors as if it was a real life instagram filter. To my shock, I had no time to open fire, as immediately I felt an other-worldly force send me flying across the room. The force pinned me to the wall, where I saw the creature approach, much to my confusion and annoyance.

"What the FUCK is going on now?" No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't free myself or move my limbs. Had I been poisoned? If there was one thing I didn't like, it was when things were out of my control. Rage quickly began to flow through my veins as my mighty muscles flexed and strained against this strange, glowing-yellow force that was keeping me trapped. I would've been pressing the square button at frame-perfect speed if this was a in-game battle cutscene, but despite my best efforts, I couldn't seem to free myself. Other animals like the ones I had killed earlier began to run up to the scene, aiming their spears at me and forming themselves more professionally than any normal animal ever would've done. To my dismay, things appeared as though I had just been captured. Letting my rage subside for the time being, I decided it would be best to just go along. I'd make my way out on-top no matter what happened - I didn't go through my shitty civilian life and all my training just for this. It was at this moment that the tall instagram horse began to speak.

"What is your name?" She asked in a serious tone and with a stern glare in her eyes. Her horn was glowing with the same yellow glow that was surrounding me.

"My name is Raserix Viceroy. What of it? Who are you, talking horse?"

"I am Princess Celestia. You are going to be imprisoned for the irreversible crimes you have just committed to Equestria."

"Crimes? I was defending myself."

"I have strong doubts of that, but I will give you a chance to share your story at a later date." She looked over at the other dressed up horses. "I will take care of this demon. Help the others until I return."

A few seconds passed and then I felt myself being glided through the air. I was bound by the same yellow force which now seemed to be carrying me. Seemed as though I was going to be imprisoned for now, but I really couldn't care. My mind was already in a mental prison, so what difference did a physical prison make? There was none. For now, it was time to analyze my situation and surroundings so that I could plan my next move.

Rage

The sound of flaming torches could be heard just above my head. I was sitting in a stone-wall prison and bound to a room that was closed off by metal bars. The only other sound that was there to bother me was the clambering of keys attached to the prison warden. He was walking back and forth through the long hallway just outside my cell, where he kept a constant check on me and whatever other goons that were being housed here. I was sitting with my back against the wall, stripped of my gear and down to my bare clothing. All I had was a folding knife inside one of my pockets - something these mongs hadn't managed to find when they put me in here - and no, it wasn't spring assisted, because I didn't need any assistance. Was command going to send a rescue squad? Probably not. I was the kind of guy who always assumed the worst.

The chiming of a bell caught my attention, and shortly afterwards I could hear the sound of cells being unlocked. "Lunch time!" A voice rang out. I stood to my feet, and soon enough the warden approached my cell and unlocked the door. I stepped outside and looked on towards the other prisoners. All were animals, either it be horses, griffins, wolves or dogs. Was this the fucking zoo? None of them acted like typical animals. Decorated horses that I assumed to be prison guards were all around and watching over us. I was about to follow along when something forcefully bumped right into me from behind. I stumbled to the side, almost falling over, and I looked on ahead to see a huge muscular bull walking past me and ignoring me as if I wasn't even shit.

"The hell was that about?" I spoke aloud. I barely had time to finish my sentence before it lifted its back-leg and kicked me in the chest, sending me flying backwards onto my ass. There was a slight commotion among the guards after that little incident, but what they said was drowned out by my quickly rising anger.

That bull just fucked up.

I sprang to my feet and leaped into the air, landing on-top of the bull and powering my fist down against the top of its head. The force of my rage-fueled punch nearly sent it to its knees, and I grabbed onto its horns, jerking its head back in an attempt to break its neck. A thrust of its back sent me flying forward however, and my body slammed against a nearby wall before falling to the floor.

"Hey!!! Cut it out!!" The voice of a guard rang out. I looked up from the floor at the bull - he was looking right at me with such a stupid fucking look on his face. Did he think this was over and he won? This was only the beginning.

With rage empowering me, I stood back up and rushed towards the massive fuck in the blink of an eye. I thrusted my fist into his side with overwhelming force, so much so that he was tossed down onto his side on the floor. I then leaped down on-top of him and pulled out my knife, to which I stabbed him in the neck, digging the blade down deep and violently as I tore apart his big important veins. Blood spewed everywhere and he roared, gurgling on his own blood as he managed to stand back up. He chucked me over and slammed his forehooves directly into my chest, most definitely breaking a few ribs as I was sent barreling across the room. I rammed into a wall and fell on my ass, but it gave me a perfect view to see the piece of shit die in-front of me. His legs were shaking as more blood pooled beneath him, and he soon collapsed, choking on his own blood like the fuckhead he was. Despite my pain, I couldn't help but chuckle, grinning to myself. The sight of him getting what was coming gave me the satisfaction I needed to let myself lose consciousness from my injuries.

I woke up an undetermined amount of time later in a hospital bed. My chest was wrapped in white bandages, and it hurt a great deal just to move an inch. I wasn't a damn pussy though. I lifted my hands, ripping off all the wirey tube shit that was stuck into my skin. With a pained grunt I leaned forward, my chest and broken ribs screaming in pain, but I was too done to give a fuck. I clenched my fist and my anger fueled me to bring my legs to hang off the side of the bed. I stood to the feet, barely able to walk, but I had shit to do. A few broken bones were going to have to wait.

I stepped out of the room to see a feminine yellow horse with a nurse hat on.

"Huh? Why are you up? You shouldn't be moving with y-"

SMACK

I whacked the stupid horse right in the face and it fell to the ground. I was sick of seeing all these animals - where were the humans? Where was command? It was all starting to reach a point where I was done with the bullshit. I hobbled past the horse with my chest searing in pain. Soon I reached hallways like the ones from before that had the red carpet lined through the middle. Other horses with armor equipped could be seen at their posts, walking and guarding in a human-like manner. The moment they saw me they put their guard up, and I could already hear the yelling and commotion as others began to group up. I had no means to defend myself this time, but that didn't mean I was going to give up.

"I've had enough of the games..."

My voice was quiet at first, barely a mutter, but it grew louder.

"I've had enough of the games.."

"I've had enough... of THE GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I ran towards a nearby window and barrelled right through. The glass broke and I was soon tumbling on grass down what appeared to be a massive hill. My body was thrown around like a ragdoll, tossing and turning at gravity's mercy. My already injured body was fighting me, stabbing my brain with imaginary knives, telling me that the pain was too much and I had to stop... but I didn't. Soon my conscious mind faded, and the only thing controlling my body was the pure will of rage. My body rolled and bounced off rocks until it finally came to a stop almost a minute later, and with a barely audible scream I rose to my feet once more. I looked on towards the castle that I was just housed in to see that I was a good distance away, and seeing as it was the enemy command post, I decided I was going to have to get away and hide for the time being - at least until I had a plan of action. I walked forward, with each step as if I had massive dumbbells attached to my feet - but I was familiar with such gym tools and the pressure that came with them. I continued to stumble until I came across what appeared to be a train, and seeing it as my next goal, I made my way straight towards it.

"Heh..."

I chuckled deeply upon approaching the train doors. Each laugh made my ribs shout mightily with pain, but I didn't give a fuck. I lifted my leg and kicked down the doors, barging on through to the sight of empty seats. I panted heavily, my body covered in sweat as I walked forward - past each train cabin until I reached the very front where the engine was. My white bandages had turned red with blood by now, stained by my wounds, and I looked like a zombie as I used my body's momentum to push through the very last set of doors. Inside was a conductor - yet another horse - and it turned to look at me in shock at my presence.

"What on Equestria?" He spoke, but before he had the chance to utter another word, I lunged forward and grabbed his fucking face. He shouted, but his shocked scream was muffled by my hand as I forced him down onto the ground. His head rammed against the hard floor with a loud thud, and I proceeded to bend down, grabbing onto the bastard's neck and squeezing tightly. He looked at me with fear in his eyes, but to me he was nothing but another fuckhead who would stab me in the back the moment he had the chance. With the last of the strength my muscles still had, I lifted the piece of shit with both my arms, chucking him out the front window and onto the tracks in-front of me.

"Agghh...!" I coughed up blood and my vision began to blur, but I wasn't done yet. I fiddled with the train's control panel, feeling my heart beat in my head as I grabbed a bunch of burning hot coal with my bare hands. The skin seared as I tossed the coal into the engine, bringing the flames to life once more as I grabbed onto a lever and pulled back. The horse was still on the tracks, rolling and injured as the train began to move forward. I watched with a grin on my face as the wheels soon began to tear into the bastard, and I could hear his gurgled screams just before they stopped more abruptly than the power going out when I was in the middle of fucking up noobs in the jungle map of Black Ops 1.

"I'm going to find out what happened... why I'm here..." I muttered to myself. The train was moving faster, and I clenched my fists, throwing even more coal into the engine's fire. The vessel quickly began to increase in speed, but with nothing more to be angry at in-front of me, I could feel my power fading. I felt relieved just knowing I was now getting away from the enemy's stronghold, and I soon collapsed backwards, falling and wincing as I coughed up more blood. "Damn bastards... I'm not done with you all yet... I'll fuck you all up..." Were the last words I could mutter before I fell unconscious from my injuries.

Vengeance

My M240 Light Machine Gun was in my hands. I was armed to the absolute boatload of weapons and equipment, more than I had ever carried. I had magically created so much gear that I didn't even need any body armor because my gear would've just protected me at this point. I chuckled as I imagined this was going to be like the 'No Russian' mission in Modern Warfare 2. These stupid animals and their javelins weren't going to stand a chance.

Speaking of javelins, I was going to show them a real 'Javelin'. I stepped back and created a Javelin rocket launcher which spawned right into my hands. I aimed at the top of the castle and set the timer for the missile's impact at 20 minutes. I then put an alarm to go off on my watch at 19 minutes and again 58 seconds later, before pulling the thick trigger of the rocket launcher. The missile shot out with a deafening screech, and then immediately accelerated upwards high into the sky where it was soon not even visible. I laughed, and with a grin I began to run inside the castle. It was payback time!

Fortunately, it seemed as though the castle was on high alert. Decorated horse guards were everywhere as soon as I entered the front premises, and their magical round bubble shields began to envelop their bodies when they caught sight of me running in. In an instant I opened fire with the loud, high-pitched bullets of my M240. Their shields didn't stand a chance! They all shattered like glass, and their bodies dropped like dead weight as blood and guts were sent flying everywhere. The bullets tore through their bodies like they were condensed cloth, and as bullet shells littered the ground around me, they were soon all dead in a mere thirty seconds. There wasn't a trace of life anywhere in-front of me, and with this first room clear, I continued forward. I was going to make it to the heart of this castle and destroy everything in my path.

My gear bounced and clattered against my body as I sprinted into the next room, and when I saw more guards, I didn't stop running. I sprayed my machine gun while I ran and made short work of any animal who dared to stand in my way. A set of double doors soon came into view, and my body with all my gear carried so much momentum that I knocked the doors right off the handles when I rammed through them. Inside were horses running around frantically in seemingly some kind of way to prepare themselves, but when I went to open fire, I quickly found that I had emptied the entire box mag of my M240. That wasn't a problem though. Throwing the gun down, I pulled off a belt of grenades, pulling the pin off one and then tossing the entire belt into the middle of the room. What followed was an enormous explosion that sent horses and their body parts flying through the air in all directions, painting the walls and cracking the marble floors. It was a theatrical display of destruction, and I laughed as I pulled out my second light machine gun - an MG36 with a dual drum mag. With the rapid fire attachment equipped, the gun shot so fast that I could barely control it as it spread bullets like it was creating a wall of death. The recoil sent the barrel of the gun everywhere and in every direction, taking out flying pegasi and laying the ceiling with darkened bullet holes. So much death was happening at once that it was impossible to keep track of it all. By the time the drum mags were empty, everyone was gone - it hadn't even been a minute and the entire room looked like it had been through a warzone.

"Where's the fucking instagram horse!?" I yelled out. Dropping my LMG to the ground, I pulled out my AA-12 fully-automatic shotgun fitted with a drum mag and a spare held within my gear. It wasn't loaded with ordinary shotgun shells though - it was filled with high explosive fragmentation incendiary rounds. With the gun in one hand and a flashbang in the other, I ran forward, making my way up a flight of stairs. At the top led to yet another room, this one tall and rectangular shaped. There were horses frantically trying to set up a defensive position in-front of me, lining up and aiming their javelins. With a heh and a clicking sound of a pin, I chucked the flash grenade into the masses. An ear-defeaning bang and a splash of light later, and I was opening fire with my shotgun, setting the horses ablaze and ripping apart their bodies into burning flesh. Each shell loaded into the chamber let off a heavy thump as round after round went off. The animals could barely even get their javelins into the air before they had been overwhelmed by the fury of hell itself. By the time my drum mag was empty, they were all either dead or screaming in pain as the fire seared and burned through their fur. I clenched my fist and punched the empty drum mag out, replacing it with my spare. I could smell their burning flesh as I sprinted forward past their mangled bodies. At the other end of the large room was a huge set of golden double doors, and I presumed this must've been an important room. Reaching into my gear, I pulled out a grenade launcher, fit with a round cylindrical magazine that fit 6 shootable grenades. I held it in one hand and my AA-12 in the other, dual-wielding absolute annihilation as I kicked open the huge doors. Inside I saw what I was looking for - the smug instagram horse all the way at the other side of the room at what appeared to be a throne.

I wasted no time. I aimed my grenade launcher and shot repeatedly, sending grenades whistling across the entire hallway in the direction of the horses. I shot all 6 grenades and then threw the launcher on the ground, sprinting forward with my AA-12 held in both hands. The other side of the large room was completely covered in dust and smoke from the explosions, and so I stopped at the front of it all. I couldn't see past the smoke, and so I blindly opened fire with my AA-12, spreading the shotgun shells in every possible direction. I shot until the magazine clicked empty, and then I lowered the gun, squinting my eyes and trying to peer past the smoke. It was starting to clear by now, and what I saw instead were flames from all of the incendiary rounds. What I noticed next took me by surprise though - there was a magical shield that had actually managed to protect that side of the room. Standing behind the shield was the instagram horse, who was unbelievably still alive, as well as three other horses - all with light glowing from their horns. One was blue, the other was pink, and the last was white just like the instagram horse, except not as tall. Their magical shield was greatly cracked, but it was amazing enough that they had survived the onslaught I had just put on them.

"Raserix Viceroy!" The tall instagram horse yelled out. "Stop this madness!!!"

"After what you did to me? And with your smug attitude? You're not so confident now are you, now that I've blown through your entire army and am here at your doorstep. I don't care about you. All I care about is getting out of here and back to command, but not before putting some fools in their place."

"There is no - absolutely no - reason for such violence. Please, I beg of you - let us talk this out. This is your only chance. You said you wish to return to command? We can aid you in that request, and there will be no more bloodshed."

I laughed at how scared they were. The tides sure had changed. "I think I can find that out on my own, but I can't let you get away with what you did to me in your arrogance and your ignorance."

A flash of light shined through the halls, and squinting my eyes, I saw that a figure had appeared in-front of me - it was the demigod from before. He was in-front of the magical shield but between me and the horses.

"I cannot allow you to continue. To kill the rulers of this world would put it at great chaos and unrest." The demigod spoke. "You have showed them your lesson. You've killed hundreds of their kind. Is that not enough to satisfy you?"

I narrowed my eyes at the figure in-front of me. He just had to show up didn't he? "You care about these fools?"

"I care about the state of Equestria. To kill them will send this land into chaos."

I glared at the instagram horse for a few moments, and then I heard a beeping sound coming from my watch. Nineteen minutes had passed. I knew what was coming, and turning my head to look at the demigod, I grinned. "Well, you're a piece of shit. I don't like you, so why should I listen to you?"

The figure shook his head. "You really are stupid aren't you? I saved your life. You belong to me now, and I have a great task for you."

"I don't belong to anyone, you smug asshole. I don't care if you dragged me out of the depths of hell all by yourself. You can take your 'owning me' and your 'you're here to serve me' bullshit and shove it up your ass."

The figure started to step closer to me. "I've had enough of your bickering. It's time I showed you who's in charge here."

"It's time I showed you that being a demigod doesn't mean shit!" I pulled out C4 and threw it right in his face. I blew it up the moment it smacked against his head, and then I pulled out two 1911 pistols. I fired God's caliber repeatedly at his body with both hands, but was then taken by surprise when he instantly zoomed towards me and pummeled into my body. I was sent flying all the way to the other side of the room until I slammed into a wall and his eyes were inches from mine.

"You can't kill me."

"Keep it up, fucker, and I'll find a way." Pulling the pin off a flashbang, I grabbed onto his mouth, forcing it open and then jamming the flash grenade down his throat. I kicked him and the flash went off inside his body, disorientating the bastard as he fell onto his ass. Reaching into my gear, I pulled out a battle hammer, and I ran forward, jump attacking the piece of shit and slamming the heavy metal down right into his face. I then pulled out a tactical knife, and I shoved it into his chest cavity, driving it up as deep as I could up towards his neck. Despite my attempts, the demon simply sat back up, grabbing onto my neck and choking me.

"I'm bringing you to The Realm with me."

I laughed despite my throat being crushed. My watch alarm went off for the second time, and then I looked back into his eyes with a wide grin. "Fuck you." I pulled out my Desert Eagle hand cannon and shot him right in the chest. He stumbled backwards from the stopping power, and then I kicked him, sending him away from me before reaching into my gear and pulling out the bubble shield from Halo. I threw it on the ground right as the Javelin missile rammed down into the castle from the skies. The explosion was so massive and violent that it sent everything in-front of me flying as if it had just created a mini-apocalypse inside of this room. The demigod was sent flying away from me from the blast, yet I remained completely protected inside the bubble shield. I laughed as I watched all the destruction happen right in-front of me, and when all I could see was smoke and debris, I ran out, sprinting to a broken window and jumping through. I landed onto the roof of another part of the destroyed castle, and I continued to run until I reached the grassy ground. There was still smoke even this far out, and I continued to run until I was far enough away to consider myself escaped. My revenge was done good enough for now - now I just had to get back to command.

~ Author's Epilogue ~

Now that the story is complete and people are still shitting on Raserix, I thought I'd reveal the truth that people aren't prepared to hear: Raserix did nothing wrong.

Here we see a broken man who feels empty and cannot muster any purpose to his life. Instead of making excuses, blaming other people for his problems, or presenting himself as a perpetual victim, he decides to take it upon himself and turn his life around by joining the U.S. Marines. This is a responsible choice of action for a man like Raserix who needs a sense of purpose to his existence. He has taken initiative to better himself instead of sulking away in misery and self-pity.

Raserix is a role model of what it means to be a man. He doesn't take shit from anyone - not even the drill instructors. He refuses to be disrespected and lashes out against those who try to walk over him, which we see when he beats the shit out of his drill instructor and then proceeds to take out 10 more fucking dudes - including other drill instructors - before deciding he's had enough. This display alone has elevated his position in the social hierarchy dramatically. You can argue that he would be court martialed and arrested for assault, and this argument is totally valid. You can also argue that this isn't the point of boot and that the military doesn't operate this way, and you would also be valid. However, in this instance, Raserix has displayed unbelievable fighting talent and this cannot be argued. Had he failed to take down anyone in his backlash, it would be totally reasonable and expected that he would be court martialed for his behavior and would undergo entry-level separation. Instead, higher-ups within the military see this guy as an opportunity - someone with incredible fighting skill and an aura that surrounds him due to his unforeseen willpower and devotion to his actions. Someone like him would be perfect for classified ops and suicide missions. Displaying unfounded loyalty to the U.S. Marines, he would be used until top brass feels he knows too much and is then disposed of to tie up loose ends.

Arriving in Equestria, Raserix is still in game mode. He expects everyone he sees to be hostile, and after dealing with mongs shooting at him with Ak47s, it's reasonable for him to feel as though he is defending himself from these animals who are wearing armor and touting javelins. He doesn't know what's going on and perceives everyone as a hostile. Thus, he is pissed off to hear from Princess Celestia that he has committed 'irreversible crimes' and will be imprisoned. Keep in mind that Raserix still isn't entirely sure that this isn't part of his mission, and for all he knows, he's been captured by enemy combatants.

Raserix's refusal to be disrespected is once again observed when the bull smacks right into Raserix and knocks him onto his ass because he was in the way. Any reasonable person would be outraged by such a display, and Raserix makes quick work of the bull despite taking on serious injuries during the fight. His actions seem even more valiant when imagined in the context that it is Raserix's hypothetical lover that is knocked over by the bull, or anyone else who is innocent for that matter. By the time he wakes up in the hospital bed, he is absolutely fucking done. He is disgusted by these animals and their nonsense, and he now has it set firmly in his mind to make them pay for what they have done to him. From his perspective, he is justified to think this way.

Thus, after Raserix escapes, is saved by the demigod, and obtains knowledge of his magical powers, it is logical for his next move to be total annihilation of all the ponies who have disrespected him. He takes great joy in doing what he feels is right and is just in his eyes. Once his handiwork is done, his next objective is to return to command. He is proud to be a U.S. Marine and has unfounded loyalty to them and what they stand for. The USMC gives him a sense of purpose. However, in the final chapter, his adventure abruptly comes to an end. He fails to find out how to get back to command, but not before righting one last wrong - killing the demigod himself who acted like Raserix was his toy to be played with. With this last wrong made just, Raserix feels content enough to let himself pass away. The explosion killing the rulers of Equestria is the icing on the cake.

I've been working on this story on and off for over three years now despite how short it is. I hope that you've been taken on a crazy ride and have read something completely unlike any other story. I had alot of fun writing this story and portraying a man as raw and authentic as Raserix. It doesn't surprise me that this work is controversial, which I believe is part of what makes it so great. It's easy to take the events at face-value and demonize Raserix for his actions, which is why I encourage readers to think from his perspective and have a free discussion in the comment section. I consider this to be my greatest work of all time.

Author's Note

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"Hrrngk...!"

I awoke with a gag. The pain going through my body was greater than even the most vile forms of torture. At least, that's how I felt. I was so damaged and broken that I couldn't even move, and that pissed me off, but only a little. If this was how I was going to die, then so be it. At least I fucked shit up.

I could feel something touching me. It was gentle and not rough, as if someone was trying to mend me. Or maybe it was a vulture testing my body so that it could start eating me. I didn't know, and I also didn't care. I faded in and out of consciousness in this state for an amount of time that I couldn't comprehend with my wasted body and mind. Eventually it happened on its own that I was able to open my eyes and have enough awareness to actually formulate thoughts from within my mind. I wasn't in the train that I had passed out in - I was inside what appeared to be a cave.

"I'm amazed you haven't died." Spoke the voice of an old man. I could tell he was old because of the way he sounded. What I couldn't tell though - something that also pissed me off - was when I saw him. It was another fucking animal. Where were the humans?

"You... rrrghh! Mnnnngh... huk! Mmbg... fuck." I choked and gagged on some kind of liquid in my throat. It must've been blood. I knew I was all kinds of fucked up. "Who are you?"

"I live here on this... 'Rambling Rock Ridge'. To see a train stopped by itself with no life around it piqued my interest, and so I went to investigate. That is when I found you. My question for you is the same... Who are you, strange being? Where are you from? I've never seen your kind before."

"I don't know. It was all classified." I laughed and choked on my injuries. "Heh... My name is Raserix Viceroy. I need to get out of here."

"I'm afraid you can't be going anywhere with those injuries, unless you have a death wish. You must rest here for awhile. I may be able to find a nurse who can mend your body so that it can heal at a faster rate, but I can't walk as far these days."

"Bitch, I'm a marine!" Clenching my fist, I began to stand to my feet. I could barely stand and I felt like I was going to die, but at least I would have died a badass.

"Ah... I cannot allow you to leave in your condition. It is my Equestrian duty to make sure you survive. There is no need for your death."

"I'm not out of the game yet... ahahahh... Out of my way old man. I have to get back."

"You will die if you leave!"

"That's it." I lifted my arm and punched the fucker. He was so old that when he fell, I heard his bones crack, and with a whimpery moan he seemed to pass away right then and there. That proved to me that he was really old. With him out of my way, I began to stumble towards the exit of the cave. Before I could get out though, I heard a strange fiery sound behind me. I turned, and to my confusion I saw that the old stallion's body was enveloped in a blood red flame. It wasn't an ordinary fire, and what rose from within the flame was something I could only fathom as a supreme being. It looked like a figure I had seen in ancient textbooks that depicted gods and demigods. He looked like he was one of them.

"You're not from this world. Never in these lands have I seen such an extreme lack of empathy and concern for another." He spoke with a demonic voice.

"You were in my way, dude. You did this to yourself."

"Spoken by the fool who is minutes from his own doom. I don't know whether to be astounded by your stupidity or your lack of care for your own life."

"If I die, it's on my own terms. You think I'm going to die sulking away in some cave? I will be out and on my way back. Rrrk..." I felt faint and my body was droopy.

"An interesting perspective. Maybe you aren't as stupid after all."

"Hey, fuckface, if you're a demigod, which I know you are, are you really just going to let me die? Fucking hypocrite. Going on about a lack of care and empathy for others... pssh..."

"Calm yourself. I have plans for someone like you." Right after his words, there was a flash of black, and I could feel the soul within my body being transported to someplace else.

I looked around to find that I had been transported to some kind of black void. There was nothing physical that I could see, aside from the demigod himself, who appeared brightly lit and visible despite the assumed darkness. I also didn't feel like I was about to die anymore.

"Welcome to what I call The Realm." The demigod spoke. "I've fixed your injuries as well, as I'm sure you're quite aware of by now."

"I like The Realm." I responded as I looked around. There really was nothing here, and I nodded in approval. It looked how I felt inside.

"You will come to like it even more when you see what I have in store for you."

Intrigued, I watched as the figure raised his arms upwards in a slow, power-emitting way. The black void soon transformed into the inside of a medieval temple in the blink of an eye. My eyebrows narrowed in confusion as I looked around at my new immediate surroundings. I had seen alot of shit, but this was new to me. Had I just teleported? How did I even get here anyway? Questions I should've been asking myself earlier were starting to come up in my mind, but he spoke first, and I let him.

"In my pony form, I was playing stupid. I already know what you are. Your species belongs to the human race. Luckily for you, your species holds a high place on the food chain in your new world - what its inhabitants hail as 'Equestria'."

"Heh..." I chuckled deeply. "That makes alot of sense. I was starting to figure I wasn't in a normal environment. Since when the hell do animals talk? I hadn't seen a damn human since I got here."

"And you won't either. Humans in this world went extinct long ago in Equestria's history."

"How unfortunate for them." I remarked. "But why am I here? You wouldn't happen to be a part of command, would you?"

The figure looked confused, and then shook his head. "I don't know everything. As for why you're here, well.. that's a question that didn't have an answer until just a couple minutes ago."

"Huh?"

"Equestria has a magical force that is called... well, 'magic'. Only certain species can tap into this magical power, with the most prevalent in our current time being pony unicorns. Now, different species can tap into this magic in their own way. What this means, is that pony unicorns will have access to a certain variety of spells, and, let's say... certain dragons, a different species, will have access to spells that pony unicorns aren't capable of."

All of his talking was starting to bore me. "Why should I care? Is magic something I have to worry about or something? Now that I think about it, I think I've already witnessed what you're talking about. That dumb instagram horse did some weird shit to me and I couldn't even move no matter how hard I tried. That shit REALLY pissed me off."

The demigod nodded. "It's very possible that's what you witnessed. However, you can fight back against that kind of power. Your human species is capable of accessing powerful magic from within this world."

This was getting my attention fast. "What kind of magic?"

The demigod responded with words instead of actions this time. Raising his hand, a large claymore sword suddenly appeared in-front of him out of thin air. He grabbed it, and then he swung it through the air a few times before letting it rest at his side. "Of the variety of spells that your species can do, creating objects from the nothingness is one of them."

It was hard for me to fathom at first. Creating an object from thin air? I had to try it for myself. I concentrated and imagined a sword within my mind, and to my surprise, I felt a clicking sensation from inside my head. In-front of me spawned the same sword I was imagining, and I examined it with squinted eyes. My sword wasn't boring and medieval like his was - it was black, carbon fiber, and tactical, with razor sharp stainless steel that couldn't rust. I grinned at this. "Neat. What's the catch?"

"Your only limit is your mind. Your brain is a muscle, and if you use too much magic with it, you'll injure yourself at great cost."

I nodded my head, and seeing as my time here was done, I decided to end it. "Cool." Pointing my sword forward, I pressed a button on the hilt. The blade of the sword shot forward like a rocket and pierced the chest of the guy standing before me at blinding speed. He stumbled backwards, looking down at the blade that was sticking out of his chest, and then he looked back up at me. He was calm like the blade sticking out of him didn't mean anything.

"You truly have no care for others, do you? I hope you weren't expecting to kill me, as a mere mortal like yourself cannot slay demigods."

It seemed as though this guy was going to be an actual threat. "You don't know what I've been through, fucker. I know all I need to know now. What I need to do now is go back to that castle and fuck up the fuckers who thought they had shit on me, especially that instagram horse. What a bunch of smug fucks. They're all going to pay, and then I'm going to head back and report to command what's happened here."

The figure laughed. "You think you make the rules around here, kid? What a way to treat someone who saved your life and gave you the knowledge of your powers." He pulled the sword out of his own chest, examined it, and then broke it in half with his knee. "When it comes to me, you have no real power. I brought you here to serve my needs, otherwise I would've left you dead in that cave. Is that you want?"

I frowned. "The only people I serve are the United States Marines, you son of a bitch!!!" I charged forward, and with the spirits of my brethren hoorahing on my side, I punched the fucker so hard in the chest that he was smitten backwards with such speed to where he went right through the stone walls of the medieval temple. While he was stunned, I used my magic to create a teleporter pad in-front of me, and I used that pad to teleport me out of The Realm - or rather, his realm - and back onto the mainlands of Equestria. I was back in-front of the castle I had previously just escaped from, but this time I came with true power on my side. Every piece of shit in that castle was about to experience pain and suffering the likes of which they'd never seen before.

Termination

I was sick of it all. I was sick of the games, the bullshit, and the tomfoolery. I was currently innawoods and sitting down on a footstool. I had magically re-created my bugout bag from home before I joined the marines. It was filled with all kinds of quality tools and goods bought from Amazon. I was stirring a tin metal container that had a fire beneath it, which was boiling the water that was cooking my corned beef. As I sat I began to ponder - what the fuck was I doing here? I had tried to use my magic in some way to contact command, but nothing would work. Where even was I anyway? Was I on a different planet? A different dimension? Such unanswered questions bothered me, and if they had a physical form, I would've beat the shit out of them.

I shook my head. When I joined the marines, I expected to not only become a badass, but to go out there and fuck up mongs and shitheads that we were allowed to shoot at. I wanted to go on more missions like the one that had brought me here - to give me a real sense of purpose to my otherwise null life. I wanted to become the top man and fuck up more shit than anyone ever had or will, but in this place I was by myself and surrounded by damn animals. The demigod was the only individual who shared a similar human form, but he was a piece of shit. What was I going to do next? I had to come up with a plan.

I thought and I thought and I thought as I ate my radical MRE meal, and then it came to me. The demigod had wild power - teleporting me around and healing my fatal wounds. He could be the key to getting me back home, but I had to find a way to tip the tides. I couldn't kill him apparently, and I needed to fix that, but how? He said that those horses in that throne room and that instagram horse were the rulers of this world. I nodded my head as I felt the plan of action forming from within my mind! Now I was glad I didn't kill those fucks, because they might have some answers.

But then I remembered - the javelin missile destroyed the fuck out of the castle. Well, that probably killed them all, but there was only one way to find out. It was time to investigate. Finishing up my meal, I stood up and began to march towards the castle once more.

"Stay back, you demon!! Don't come any closer!"

I shook my head at the already injured guard in-front of me. He wasn't listening to what I had just told him. "I'll say it one more time, you fucking animal. I'm here to speak to your rulers. I would've killed you already if I had other reasons, but if you keep getting in my way, then I'll just take care of you anyway."

The armor-decorated horse trembled. He looked like he didn't know what to do, and I was sick of waiting. I started to move forward, and then the goon cowarded onto the floor, so I walked right on around. The castle was in total ruins, as I had expected, but there was clearly still some signs of life. I calmly walked through the castle until I reached an underground tunnel that was dimly lit with torches attached to the walls. My pace was nonstop like the fucking terminator until I reached a room that was housing several horses - one of which I recognized as the instagram horse.

"You." I pointed right at her with my finger. Before any kind of discussion could even begin, a magical blast shot at me from one of the other horses which burnt my skin. "Ahhh!!!" I immediately became enraged. I glared at the other horses and then pulled out a 12 gauge pump shotgun. "Try anymore stupid SHIT!!!!!! And you fuckers are getting fucked to the lowest level of hell. I'm not here to kill you bastards unless you piss me off anymore than you already have. I'm here to talk."

I didn't like the response I got though. More magical blasts shot out at me, and I was reluctantly forced to take cover out of the room.

"We do not talk with demons like YOU!!!!!!!"

So this was the game they wanted to play? It was going to be the last game they ever did take part in. Furious, I took aim with my shotgun and tactically peeked around the corner. I shot at the first horse I saw - a large dark blue one that was as tall as the instagram horse - but a yellow magical shield prevented me from blowing her brains out.

"ENOUGH, Princess Luna! Creature who calls himself Raserix, we are willing to talk."

"Celestia!!! You are mad to attempt discourse with this rotten, despicable beast!"

Their bickering was already annoying me. I stepped forward, throwing the shotgun to the ground and ready to pull out a more deadly weapon if it was necessary. "Who is that demigod? How do I kill him?"

The instagram horse looked at me and began to speak shortly afterwards. "...If we are correct and he is a demigod, then he has other-worldly powers and cannot be defeated by normal means. Why do you wish to kill him, Raserix?"

"Because he's a cunt."

"And thou art a disgraceful abomination wherein lies no fathomable opportunity of redemption." The tall dark blue horse interjected.

"Did I ask for your opinion? I don't care about you - I'll kill you right now if I wanted to. I don't need you."

"If you dare even touch my sister, then you can say goodbye to any chance of us aiding you." The instagram horse replied.

I looked at the stunad who had just spoken and shook my head. "I don't care. Now, enough fucking around. How do I kill that demigod fuck? I want ans-" I was interrupted by a blue hoof slamming itself against my face and knocking me to the ground.

"ENOUGH OF YOUR INSOLENCE!!!!!!"

"Princess Luna no!!!"

That was it. I was going to kill all of these entitled fucks and figure it out myself because I had had enough of their pathetic antics. I jumped to my feet and pulled out an RPG-7. "Don't fucker with me fucker and I won't fuck with you fucker, but you just fucked with me, fuckers! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THE GAMES!!!!!!!" I aimed towards the middle of the room and fired. The big whistling grenade propelled itself immediately, but then it suddenly stopped. In-fact, everything stopped - the whole world had gone completely still.

"How predictable of you for me to find you here." The voice of the most annoying mother fucker on the planet rang out. "You got away last time, but I've had enough of your stupidity. I'll find somebody else to do my work - your misadventures come to an end right here and right now, as slightly entertaining as they were."

"You don't know who you're talking to."

The demigod himself then appeared in-front of me, but before anymore annoying talking could commence, I sprinted forward and tried to punch him in the face. He simply grabbed my fist though, and then I felt a sharp object pierce through my chest.

"Aaauuurrrgghhhkk...!!!"

"Goodbye, Raserix. What a shame you couldn't be of help to me."

I looked down to see a sword sticking out of my body. Blood was oozing out and dripping onto the floor beneath me, and then I began to heartily chuckle.

"Heheheh..."

"Laughing at the face of your own demise? I won't be saving you this time, kid."

"Heh... yeah, because you won't be able to." Images of my fellow U.S. MARINES began to flow through my mind as they lent me their strength once more. I reached down and grabbed his sword, pulling it out of my own chest and then violently thrusting it into the fuckhead in-front of me.

"Acccckkkkk...!!!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled out mightily as I thrusted the cunt's own sword so far and up into his body. Blood poured out from my now open wound in my chest, and as the demigod gurgled on his own blood, time began to resume once more. The rocket propelled grenade exploded upon making contact with the stone floor, fucking up everything and everyone in the room in an orchestration so beautiful that it could be respected on a cosmic scale. I was sent flying backwards from the blast, and my body slammed into one of the walls before falling straight to the floor, where I weakly laughed among all the smoke and debris.

"Heh, so this is how it ends..." As I began to lose consciousness from my injury, my vision faded to darkness, and I felt the life drift away from my body. For once I felt at peace, knowing that cunt of a fuckhead had been killed as was every other entitled bastard of this strange land. I was happy to die in such a prophetic way. With my strength leaving me and my mind turning to fog, I reached for my ear-piece. "Command... Diamond Wolf is out."