Dark Events in Equestria

The scarred pony was with his group as they pulled into Dodge City just to the East of Appleloosa. They were riding in a covered wagon with metal wheels and metal plated frame. The city of Dodge was large and alive. Everypony was going about their day, polite and content. The pony with the scar walked away from his group and went to a telegraph post, leaned on it, and lit a cigarette. He inhaled for a long time, held in the smoke and exhaled slowly. A young colt came up to the pony and began to talk to him.

“Wow sir is that your wagon?” asked the colt.

The scarred pony looked at the colt and kept smoking. He then put his head down and covered his face with his hat.

“Um… okay? But I have to ask, why did you put metal all over it?” the colt questioned.

The scarred pony lifted his hat and looked at the young colt.

“How long have you been here in Dodge, mister…?” the scarred pony finally replied.

“Mr. Tumbleweed, Dusty Tumbleweed. I’m new out here but I come from a place not to far called Appleloosa. I came to look for gold, I travel to my site tomorrow morning and, well, I’m taking a covered wagon like yourself but I was wondering about why you have one in metal,” said the colt.

The scarred pony laughed and threw away his cigarette.

“You’re a keen boy Dusty. There is a reason I have a covered wagon made of metal that is very important for survival. Follow me and I’ll show you.”

The two walked towards the wagon. The others in the scarred pony’s group looked at Dusty as they walked up to the wagon. The pony with the scar shook his head, signaling to his unit not to do anything to the pony.

“So Dusty, this metal wagon is a piece of ingenuity. You see, in the west here, there are a lot of elements that try to kill a pony. You know what I mean? Savage buffalo, wolves, bears, yada yada yada, but the biggest threat to a wagon is fire. For you see, all it takes is one ember and - poof! Your whole wagon is toast with everything you own, leaving you no chance against any of the other dangers I mentioned.”

Dusty was in awe.

“Wow, I had no idea that fire was such a problem.”

The gang chuckled.

“Oh yeah,” said the pony with a scar, “and the number one thing to be on alert for is the outlaws of the west. There is one group that uses nothing but fire when they attack.” The scarred pony began to walk on, then turned back and added, “Oh, real quick, take a look at this bar right here. It’s important to know this one if you make a metal wagon yourself.”

Dusty put his head up to the bar and in a flash was on the ground unconscious. At that, a large boom bellowed from the bank as ponies screamed in terror. Gunshots began to explode everywhere and a few banditos ran towards the metal wagon. One was shot and killed by a sheriff pony. As the bandito dropped to the ground, a bag full of bits and gems flew along the dirt road. The scarred pony whipped out his arm revolver and shot the sheriff pony. He then picked up the half full bag of bits and placed it next to Dusty. He also tied a bandana on his unconscious face and placed a gun next to his hoof. At that moment, a frightened gang member came up to the scarred pony and began to pull him.

“Loco, we need to go.”

The pony with the scar nodded and lit a match, flinging it into a pile of hay. The hay pile ignited and set blaze to the storage barn. Ponies were running and screaming all around them as the group piled into the metal wagon and rode off with the bags of bits and gems. As they left the city of Dodge into the Badlands, two large black clouds of smoke covered the skies. The screams of ponies could be heard from the valley below.