Author's Note
My name is Fireflower and this is my sixty-third My Little Pony Fanfic, using a normal canon character that is rated M for Mature: although it is no clopfic whatsoever, it's my tenth flashfic on this website and a bizarre one at that: matter of fact, it took me about less than two days total to make this because it was inspired by a contest y'all know of so to speak.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic along with its setting and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: of course, you'd already know about it since you'd been reading my stories for a long time so to speak of; in any case, this main character belongs to Ron Friedman so now you know.
Enjoy it while you can 'cause I had to tone it down for the sake of the word count: seeing that it's there now, it was inevitable to come up with something to fill up a void in my mind all the same; in addition, this story was inspired by an analog horror video on youtube made by the user Scarecrow.
Wildcards Draw Forwardly
If anyone finds this tape, just know that I, Hector Xavier Delgado, a.k.a. Shipwreck, will be finished by the time you find me; today is February 2, 20XX, it’s currently 4:30 in the morning – during this next few moments, I’ll be addressing some things: what I’ve done, why I’d done it, why I think my life will be at an end soon enough, but not at my hands if that’s what you imply.
Since age 16, my parents gave me permission to enlist in the U.S. Navy, rather bizarre considering how young I was back then: I was also young enough to learn about the Vietnam War and how we were this close to winning it back together until April 30, 1975; little did I know, this was going to be a preview of things to come since the Second World War had ended before birth.
Anyways, I’ll confess that the sixties were a wild place, compared to the times I’d spent near the Yards at San Diego before Lakes: aside Vietnam, I was at home in Chula Vista the day James Earl Ray shot MLK dead and in cold blood no less; after all, as bad as the Zoot Suit riots were, no one in particular had died at the officers’ hands, despite their collective cruelty.
Because of my youth, I was never able to see any action directly, especially since the war spilled over into Cambodia and the like: between Johnson and Ford, none of them could ever truly solve the domestic woes J.F.K. could before Oswald got him in Dallas; even so, my light skin couldn’t save me from being treated as a black man, even after all those riots up and down the East Coast.
Either way, it wasn’t all bad because of Apollo 11, a series of trips where people can fly off to the moon and see its majesty there: I’d honestly wanted to go there myself but I still had nightmares of the first disaster etched into my mind since I was a toddler then; even now, with skilled therapists, even the sight of that Alien movie poster has made me fire up a bit so to speak.
Looking back, I could never what made science–fiction so popular, no matter how many movies were made about space and aliens; after all, everyone on the planet Earth was too damn worried about the world coming to an end because of those nukes nonetheless: even I wasn’t alone when I came across that arcade machine, Missile Command back when the 80s had begun at long last.
Likewise, I wanted to be there on active duty in the event all blazes broke loose, hence the need for me to join the navy either way; besides, it was nice to see much of the world in all its beauty, even though conquest and war had threatened it on a regular basis as is: of the seven seas on this planet, there was a very good reason why the Pacific happened to be blessed with such a name.
Alas, it’s not enough we have to worry about the threat of Armageddon flaring up because of Soviets and their proxies as well; Cobra was on the horizon, looking to takeover the world, one mission at a time, something I’d became a part of surely enough: at the very least, my chance at saving the world from mortal danger would be fully realized more than ever thanks to the Joes.
Oh, we had a lot of laughs together, cried a little, got sick, grew scared, been enraged, even puked a little, even myself at that; however, the one time I didn’t laugh was one day back in the summertime, a June 6th, 1986 to be precise but not for no reason: I’d came across a colorful horse of some sort flying around with wings talking to me before it’d went away all of the very sudden nevertheless almost instantaneously.
Just seconds after all that, I’d thrown away my wine flask and started praying, more fiercely that I ever had in mine own youth prior; even now, I’d never dared to speak of that day to anyone, not even to my family because I’d knew they’d not believe me at all: who in the whole wide world would ever imagine horses that can fly outside of myths, let alone ones that can talk like Ed…?
Of course, I’d never dreamt there would come a day in which the whole wide world would be smack dab in the midst of the end; however, what I’d never counted on was how little Cobra Commander or his goons were involved in this apocalypse, if any: zombies, mutants, talking animals, giant robots, monsters, aliens, even demons – all of this is sounding like a bad movie.
Unless things improve, I fear that whatever war was declared will be rendered lost at this rate, especially with all the destruction: as bad as the riots may have been, it’s nothing compared to fighting in a war, even if all you knew was from Vietnam or Korea; after all, to call it a crying shame if my hometown got attacked would be a grave understatement so I won’t make light of it.
Despite this, I’m going to do whatever it takes to survive just so long as it means that I can find my friends and family again as is: way I see it, I’d joined the Navy to win the war not only against communism but also terrorism too and that’s what a Joe must do; no matter what happens, should any of them come across this tape, understand that I hold you all near and dear.
Although that our relationships together weren’t perfect, I’d made it all clear as day that I’ll never betray you in any way at all: as of now, I still must assume the responsibilities of keeping my hometown and homeland safe from the forces of evil itself; until then, Shipwreck signing out…!
