Mine Little Pony!

   Years in the future, but not many, a wayward vagabond scours the lifeless desert landscape for anything at all. She had been out in the wilderness without food for three days. She hadn't seen a single sign of life since...er... she doesn't exactly remember what happened. All she knows is that SOMETHING happened and it wiped out all signs of life on this planet. The sun beat down on the barren wasteland. She wore tatters of armor made of what used to be leather. She is wrapped in the leather shreds like a mummy. They cover her face from the persistent sandstorms of this region. Her hooves are bare and ragged. She hadn't any leather to cover every inch of her body, so her hooves and tail were in shambles.

   "OW!" she shouted. She hadn't actually heard her own voice before, because with nopony to talk to, there's no reason to waste one's breath. A sharp pain had overtaken her left forehoof. She took a gander at what was causing her discomfort. A sharp piece of glass pertruded out of her hoof. Blood covered the opaque, inanimate wrongdoer. She slowly pulled out the offender, moaning in pain. She hadn't felt pain before. She hadn't seen blood before. This entire scenario turned out to be a conglomeration of neoteric discoveries for the young vagabond. She looked up from her wound to see what looked to be the wooden foundation to a house. Then she eyed another, this one with what used to be walls, but are now piles of rubble. But, she saw an even bigger foundation. One that could have held a myriad of ponies. It was more than a foundation, though. It was still standing! She hastily entered before night fell.

   "My spine is twisted in knots that only Colt Scouts know." said Wrencher, twisting and turning in an attempt to crack his back. Outside was fresh and spacious, unlike the dark captivity that was Rocket's problematic shed.

   "Apologies for the shoddy night in a shoddy shed, guys. But it really was the best I could do under the circumstances placed before me." Rocket said humbly.

   "Oh, it's fine. My back didn't need to feel like it wasn't a pretzel last night, anyway." said Reeses, her sentence drenched in biting sarcasm.

   "Je regrette, 'Madame Voltaire'." he responded sharply. For those who are unaware, the sentence translated from French means "I'm sorry, Mrs. Voltaire." Voltaire was a French thinker who criticized France's government with ample wit. Rocket had studied humans and anthropology almost as much as Lyra has. He can speak three ancient human languages quite fluently, and often uses them to his advantage in the arts of both love, and war.

   "What?" she questioned.

   "Nothing. Sorry I snapped at you like that." he replied solemnly.

   "Now what should we do?" asked Masks.

   "Adventure?" suggested Silent Sunshine.

   "If we are going to do that, we will need to prepare first. Get food and tools. Weapons. We all saw what the night brought. We could have died! We need to do battle to survive!" said Rocket. He was right.

   "He's right." agreed Blueberry Spice.

   "I'll make a table to craft things on. You guys get supplies. Wood. I need wood." Rocket advised

   Wrencher giggled at Rocket's inadvertent innuendo. He recieved a sharp glare in return from the blue pegasus.

   "We'll get you some wood. Let's go, guys!" said Reeses.

   Minutes pass and the group is back with the wood. Rocket made a crafting table outfitted with all crafting tools, including a small mallet and some pliers. He took the wood from them and quickly made a reliable wooden sword for all of them including him.

   "How do you hold one of these things?" asked Clockwork. Her spasms were making it a chore to hold the weapon in her hooves.

   They went outside to adventure as Silent Sunshine had initially suggested.

   Hours go by. They had been out adventuring for hours and had found absolutely nothing. The sun was starting to set.

   "Finally! Some real practice! COME ON, YOU UNDEAD FREAKS OF NATURE!" yelled Wrencher.

   "No way! We're going back home!" argued Silent Sunshine.

   "Home is miles away. There's no way we'd make it there before we got a bit of action." he rebuttled.

   "Both of you shut up! Why don't we just go there?" said Reeses, pointing to what seemed to be a small community. But this can't be possible! This planet is uninhabited by intelligent creatures! Yet there it stood. A small village that was a quarter of the size of Ponyville. It consisted of a few small villas and one large bulding in the center. It could hold a myriad of ponies. They hastily entered before night fell.