The High Life

by CrackletehDragon

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

Second person fic involving your adventures in equestria as the head of a crime syndicate.

After you fell, everything changed. Everything was cleaner, polished. Almost like it was made especially for you, your playground to do what you want with. anything at all, including gang warfare, creating firearms in Equestria, creating organized crime in Equestria, and most importantly, creating explosives in Equestria. You simply must have those explosives.

A/n: Story in need of editor and or executioner with a better writer.

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The Part Where He Kills You, But Not Really

The Part Where He Kills You, But Not Really
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The High Life

The Part Where He Kills You, But Not Really

And the last thing you would ever see – or so you thought – was the movement of hundreds of muscles, which in turn moved a piece of metal, which in turn moved another bit of metal, which blew something up, which blew another something up, which made gases expand, which propelled metal down a tube made of metal, and then the first bit of metal from the prior clause was sent impossibly quickly out of the second bit, and directly at your face. The movement of hundreds of muscles sure can be a pain sometimes, you surmise, incredibly calmly despite the rather extreme circumstance. In the split second before the end, with absolutely nothing flashing before your eyes besides the expanding gases mentioned beforehand, you take a moment to wonder what dying will be like. Then, exactly as was planned, he killed you.

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